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Guys, but what if Red Hood's helmet was never about protecting his identity or hiding his baby face. What if it was just about protecting him from potential head trauma.
Think about it, when Talia found him he was catatonic and suffering from severe brain damage. Brain damage that she tried every natural means to heal before ultimately resorting to the pit. Ain't no way she was about to let the baby bird she literally nursed back to health go out into the world and ruin all of her hard work.
His mommy literally sent him off to become a crime lord and traumatize his father with a fucking safety helmet.
The anonymity of it was purely coincidental, but I'd bet my left tit that she emphasized that aspect of it to get him to use it without complaining about her perfectly reasonable overprotective tendencies.
#lmfaoo#just a thought#thats been living in my brain rent free recently#jason todd#red hood#talia al ghul#tiger mom talia#good mom talia#red hoods hood isnt a hood#its a safety helmet#his mom said safety first#she said i did not birth you from my pit of madness for you to return to your fathers city only to die from a fucking crowbar to the head#again#dont be stupid habibi#i raised you better than this#jason: but mooooom everyones gonna know#talia: how will they know??#đ#we always make fun of jason for his earlier helmets#but i find the thought of him only wearing them reluctantly and under extreme duress due to talias nagging even more hilarious#he used to sit on his favorite gargoyle brooding about the aesthetic sacrifices he makes for his mother#and how everyone is making fun of him for it#and like#he hated those first few helmets#and he lived in dread of every new updated version she came up with#like the one with the lips!!!#the LIPS!!!!#but if anyone made fun of them to his face hed shoot them in their fucking kneecaps because he got them from his MOTHER#his MOM is concerned about his safety#shes such a good mom and she loves him so much hes so lucky to have her and her hundreds of ugly helmets đ„°
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i like ghostflower (hell I draw fanarts for them) but Iâve decided I like the version of them in my head more and will just stay away from the fandom in general cuz Iâve seen some discussion and they just make me go âwhat on earth are yâall onâ đđđđ
#âmiles will immediately forgive gwen when he sees sheâs gathered a whole team to save him WHAT#heâll save himself first then befriend Miles G. and Miles G. will start hissing like the cats when that team comes and Miles looks upset#like I firmly believe miles will only talk to Hobie and Margo after all that cuz they r the two that stand by his side thru whole that#like that take is so insane when Hobie is the reason Miles can run away in the first place and Margo risks everything to allow Miles leaving#AND HE KNOWS#u donât even need a scale to see who Miles will associate with safety and protection more after atsv#also âmiles keep getting up after heâs beaten down cuz that what Gwen told him to do in itsv is ALSO insane cuz WHAT#the thing she said when she and others were berating and crowding Miles for not knowing how to be Spider-Man just FEW DAYS after heâs bitten#??????#THAT THING????#not his momâs words or his uncleâs or idk THATâS HOW HE IS???#*walk in the tag* *walk out immediately*#u donât have to make them the only person in each otherâs life to prop the ship up especially in this case cuz it makes no sense đ#actually the first point srl piss me off cuz that team was only possible in the first place cuz of Hobie and Margo and Miles laying#the groundwork by just being a sweetheart he is#charming and inspiring ppl so ofc these kids will rally behind him and team up to save him#ykno LIKE IN THE COMIC TOO???#ppl just have to take the only thing I donât like in the movie (miles suddenly obsessed over Gwen when they didnât even interact that much#in itsv) and magnify it x100 in fandom#if she ainât a gremlin girl that is trying her best to regain Milesâ trust but itâs a slow process and Miles needs space and time first then#I donât want it
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Found this while going through my fanfic files, and i absolutely had to share.
Danny: i want in
Red robin: âŠwhat?
Danny: your bat family. I want in.
Red robin, blinking in surprise: i dont know what you think you know about my associates, but we're not-
Danny: dont be obtuse. I know youre the smart one. And i also know that your all one big relatively happy family. I want in.
Red robin: âŠwhy?
Danny: because you guys are the first people ive found that are wealthy, intelligent and powerful enough to take on my fruitloop godfather and win AND are decent enough human beings that i can be assured that when all is said and done, my well-being will remain a top priority.
Orphan, appearing out of nowhere: new brother!
Danny: *stares in shock*
Danny: *sudden uncanny grin* well that's one convinced. How do i win over the rest?
Orphan: no need. New brother!
Red robin: *pointed glance of betrayal* fine. Who is your godfather?
Danny: vlad masters. He's a fruitloop.
Red robin: for real? B's been investigating him for years! Tell me everything! *genuinely excited for a new lead*
Danny: well, he's tried to murder my dad and marry my mom, gained his wealth illegally, committed voting fraud to become the mayor of my hometown, has a secret underground lab where he does unethical experiments, and he's abducted me more than a dozen times even before my parents disowned me to make me his evil apprentice or whatever. Now that im homeless, he's literally out to get me. Oh! And he's cloned me too! She's cool though, we're buddies now.
Batman, who just arrived but heard everything over comms: hn. (Translation: who are you?)
Danny: my name is Danny. No last name anymore, but im hoping itll soon be Wayne! *winking suggestively*
Batman: hn? (how much do you know?)
Danny: enough to know that youre a much better alternative to vlad.
Batman: âŠhn (i dont know anything about you. What if youre a spy for vlad?)
Danny, giving his salesman pitch: i was a teen vigilante in amity park before i had to run away from home for my own safety. Vlad is one of my rogues. I know how to fight and defend myself, how to minimize collateral damage in a fight, and ive gotten really good and escaping kidnapping attempts. Ive also managed to reform and/or make allies out of approximately half of my rogues and can talk down about 30% of all rogue confrontations before they turn into a messy fight. The other things i can bring to the table are: one, i can teach all of you guys proper liminality self care; two, i can probably minimize and possibly cure red hood's anger issues; three, i can get along with stabby robin because i consider fighting a friendly social interaction - he can even stab me and i wont be injured by it; four, i can be your go-to guy for supernatural cases so you no longer have to deal with that sad trenchcoat man; five-
Red robin: *blurting* youre hired.
Batman: hn (i am deeply concerned)
Danny: if youre concerned now, wait until i tell you about the anti ecto control act
Nightwing, who showed up in the middle of the sales pitch: ive never seen anyone crack B's grunt language so quickly
Danny: grunt language? He's just using ghost speak - which will be covered by the liminality self care lessons
Robin, who arrived with batman: what is a liminal?
Danny: all of you, of course! Otherwise you wouldnt need to learn about it, obviously
Robin: and why would we trust you?
Danny: did i mention i have a pet ghost dog?
Robin: âŠyou drive a hard bargain
Danny, fist pumping: yes! That's three!
Nightwing: four, you got me when you could understand B's grunting
Red Hood, arrived with nightwing: five, assuming you arent lying about the pit rage
Danny, hand to his chest: i would never!
Orphan: honesty. Earnest. New brother.
Oracle, over comms: six. The anti ecto acts are legit and im terrified for his safety, assuming he's phantom, who is the vigilante of amity park
Spoiler, arrived with orphan: seven, as long as youre down for a few pranks
Batman: hn (ive been outvoted)
Batman: hnn (i dont wanna hear any jokes about adoption habits when you all forced my hand)
Batman: hn (that said)
Batman: welcome to the family
Duke, the next day: man, i miss out on everything exciting.
Duke, blinded by danny: and who the fuck told bruce he could adopt the fucking sun?!
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Things that I feel like would happen when youâre in a relationship with Simon Riley.
Simon Riley masterlist
1. First off he hates the word âboyfriendâ.
Maybe itâs because heâs in his mid thirties or something but he canât stand being called your boyfriend. Heâs more than that but also not at the same time. You live together, have access to each otherâs bank accounts (which is only because he hates it when you try to fight him about him giving you money), and youâre each others emergency contact. He thinks of himself as your husband. The man wears a silicone ring when heâs home and a necklace with the ring thatâs totally not a wedding band when heâs working. Price has seen the chain once or twice and smirks, shooting him a knowing look but never says a word.
Simon cannot stand it when people get nosy and want to know what your relationship status is. Youâre together and thatâs all that matters. No one needs to know that youâre the beneficiary of his will and life insurance policy or that heâs put you on all of his accounts. No one needs to know that he buys you anything you want but has only ever bought you two rings; a thin gold band with a flower engraved on it and its twin a matching emerald ring. No one needs to know that when he gifted them to you, there were tears and promises of safety, love, and happiness whispered against feverish skin. No one needs to know that he has your name woven into his chest tattoo.
No one needs to know any of that because your relationship is between him and you only.
2. You are not some submissive little house wife. You are a strong independent woman and he prefers it that way.
I know this one goes against what most people say but hear me out on this. Simon has been independent since birth practically. Heâs only had himself to count on for years. Even in the military, heâs only been able to rely himself. Sure the others watch out for him but if it came down to it, heâs the only one whoâs going to get himself out alive.
The thought of someone else relying on him in that way is terrifying. He canât even fathom what it would be like to look at another person and fully trust them in that way. Half the time he feels like he canât even be trusted to take care of himself let alone another human. In theory a sweet docile housewife is great with the meals and clean house but not for him. He needs to know that you can hold your own. He needs to know that you can be independent and carry on without him if something happened while he was working. He needs to know that you will be okay if he doesnât come back.
You have to be okay without him no matter how much it pains him to think about it.
Like I said before, heâs made you the beneficiary of everything so he knows youâll be set financially but thatâs not enough. Heâs made Price promise to keep an eye out for you. Heâs made you promise to let Price do that and you agreed because itâs Simon whoâs asking but youâd tell anyone else to fuck off.
In addition to all of that, heâs installed the best security system the government has to offer in your house. You have a very expensive and large safe in your shared closet that heâs instructed you to only open if you feel unsafe. While you might not like it, you agree to go shooting with him so he can sleep at night knowing that you could protect yourself if heâs not home. Heâs gone as far as to make sure you have all of the licenses and certificates that are needed to legally own firearms in the UK.
Heâs not leaving any opportunity for you to be vulnerable or have your âsafety checksâ, as he calls them, taken away.
3. Simon Riley is a godless manâŠuntil he meets you.
Now this is entirely my own headcannon with no evidence to support it so bear with me.
Simon had a shitty childhood where his mom would pray to a god who never listened and his dad would shout verses at him when he was drunk. God was a mythical figure that he was told stories off with nothing to show for it. He did believe at one point but then his dad never got better, his mom wore bruises of every shade, and his brother found comfort in drugs.
He found himself praying when he was being tortured by the Mexican cartel. Between the flashbacks of his abusive past, he prayed to a god who had failed him so many times before to help him. He prayed again as he dug himself out of that Texas grave with the majorâs jaw bone. He wailed his prayers when he found his family executed after Sparks tried to kill him.
After that he deemed himself a Godless man. Years of praying had passed with nothing. This god had decided that Simon was not worthy of a miracle so why would he continue to worship him?
That was until he met you. He finds himself praying before every mission, every time he has to leave you, every time heâs on his way home, and just about any other time he thinks of you. He doesnât know what exactly heâs praying for other than for you to be there when he gets back.
He whispers his prayers to an absent god against your skin as he worships your body, soul, and heart. He promises to be devoted to you until his last breath and vows to find you again in whatever afterlife awaits you. He pledges to find solace in you and only you when his haunting nightmares return. He makes an oath to your heart that it will never weather another storm alone again for his will take whatever beating that comes your way. He shows you that he will love you in the same manner as a Hozier song; putting you above all else because you have become his religion, his faith, his beliefs, his life.
You have become all that he is and he thanks the god he once believed in for you. He prays again but to you, his heart, his love, and his beacon through the enteral storm of life.
#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#simon riley imagine#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost imagine#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#ghost cod#ghost#ghost x female reader
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The Boeing Whistleblowers Weren't Assassinated
Anyone who looks into this past a few memes and headlines realizes that it's not actually much of a conspiracy.
The first whistleblower, John Barnett, did his whistleblowing back in 2017. The legal proceedings he was in before he died were related to a defamation case against Boeing, who "he claimed deliberately hurt his career and reputation because of allegations heâd made of grave safety breaches on the aircraft companyâs production line."
He was suffering from PTSD and Anxiety Attacks from the length of the case, which shows the unjust levels of stress you get form being a whistleblower, but which also are not surprising comorbidities from suicide. Add to the fact that his wife had died a little over a year before, and it's a lot less suspicious that he would kill himself.
He did not tell his family "If I die, it wasn't suicide". The alleged witness was a friend of his mom who claimed he said it. That's not something we should treat as solid evidence.
The second whistleblower, Joshua Dean, got the Flu, then pneumonia from the Flu, then got MRSA in the hospital. These are very common diseases that also have C-grade death rates: Only ~30% of patients die of it, so it hardly makes sense as an assassination weapon.
Boeing has 32 whistleblower complaints, which is shocking but if they're going around killing whistleblowers they sure seem to be behind the fucking curve on it.
In both cases these deaths came long after the initial complaints, such that killing them doesn't get rid of the complaints, and given the 32 other cases it sure doesn't seem like they're trying to scare off new ones.
And beyond that, killing off whistleblowers is a strategy that only makes sense if you think of Boeing as a single organism and not an abstraction made of thousands of people. Yes, it's theoretically better for Boeing's bottom line if whistleblowers die, but the executives responsible for the fuck-ups these whistleblowers are pointing out? Won't go to jail for them. They will go to jail if they're caught hiring an assassin, something they would have zero practice doing and would be highly likely to fuck up like they did the company if they tried, and that risk isn't worth a little extra bonus on your stock options or whatever.
I really do not want this "Boeing killed the whistleblowers OMG" shit to stick around because it's blatantly unsupported and it will scare off future whistleblowers if this becomes common bullshit wisdom.
#copying this from a comment I made so it's not attached to a long post people might skip over#Boeing#Whistleblowers#1k
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kiss it better. gojo satoru
fluff. âËâč á° parents au, dad!gojo + mom!reader, slice of life, two unnamed sons aged 5 and 2, mentions of injury but nothing serious.
little sunshines au
parenthood with satoru is pretty easyâfor the most part. even with two toddlers running all over the gojo estate, him behind their little heels, and being the reason for their squeals and giggles.
he's the playful and doting father, unless his wife's safety is compromised.
you couldn't erase the wide-eyed looks of your two sons from your mind. their usually cheeky grins pulled down into pouts as they sniffled.
"baby, talk to me. can you move your leg?"
their cries were cut off as satoru slammed the door of your bedroom in their scared little faces, hovering around you frantically after placing you down on the mattress, all while checking your injured leg.
"don't shut them off," you ignored his question and immediately tried to sit up, only to feel your knee throb in pain. but even with distress all over your face, you scolded your fretting husband. "they're scared, let them in."
so when the door opened and revealed their tearful eyes, the two boys quickly ran towards you, tiny arms wrapping tightly around you while hiding their faces in your neck.
"it's just an ouchie." the gentle words of reassurance from you quickly got their attention.
big, curious eyes stared at you as the sniffles subsided, satoru took this as an opportunity to wipe the snot from their faces.
your oldest was first to speak after his dad helped him blow his nose, "we can kiss it better."
with an eager nod and a wobbly pout, the youngest gojo agreed with his brother, looking adorably alike to his father.
satoru remained silent, feeling shame for how he had acted. in his defense, his heart dropped when he saw his dear wife fall to the ground with a scream of painâall because of a lego.
the two boys kissed your cheeks and waited, watching for any signs of your ouchie being nursed back to health. so, with an exaggerated gasp, you brought them closer and squeezed them in your arms.
"oh my gosh, I'm healed! it doesn't hurt anymore!"
satoru found himself deflating against the wall, watching his little family fondly. he could see the purple bruise forming on your knee, and still, you showered your babies with kisses. his heart jumped when your hand reached out to his, calling him towards the family hug.
"I should've caught you."
the ghost of his lips against your neck felt soothing, the weight of the three gojo boys on top of yours a reminder of how fortunate your life isâto be blessed with a loving husband and two healthy sons.
with tender caresses to the back of his head, you hoped to ease your husband's guilt. "like I said, it's just an ouchie."
but when that didn't seem to work, his pouty lips turning into a frown, you turned to your sons.
"and my sweet babies already healed it. right, nuggets?"
"yes, mama." once again, your oldest was quick to reply, nodding vehemently at his sulking dad. "papa, we healed mama. okay?"
"ouchie, buh-bye!"
#âËÊ đ± little sunshines au#đ àŁȘ ֎ֶ֞⟠â§âËâïž skye#sunny skies#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk fluff#jjk x you#gojo fluff#gojo satoru x you#dividers: anitalenia / chulumitos
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Warnings âș Chapter 1. Male omegas have a bit of a strange anatomy. Tried to explain it well. In any case, male omegas have pussies.
Plot âș You go through a Pseudo heat and learn more about what your parents truly did to your body
Kinks âș use of pussy, dirty talk, cumming untouched
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âDo they hate me?â
âMhm? Who is they?â
âYou know.â
âI donât, (Name).â
âYes you do. But mom actually likes you.â
âThis again?â
âYukina is gone. Now Iâm her target. Why canât you see that?â
âItâs nonsense, thatâs why. No mother could ever hate her child. No parent would ever hate their children. Familial love is one that canât be replaced.â
ââŠNaoki would understand. But you⊠youâŠâ
âNaoki? Seriously? Have you taken your suppressants?â
âNaoki says I shouldnât take it! No one else takes it. You donât even take it. My scent is sweet, itâs not sour like yours. Itâs fineââ
â(Name), think for a moment. You being an omega is already enough on the family. Would it hurt you to just try and make our parents proud? Canât you just do this one thing for them? For us?â
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âWill he be okay? Has he even gone through a heat before? Is he a late bloomer?â
Miya sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she glanced over at Watanabe. You were barricaded in your bedroomâthe smell of heat spilling in from underneath the door. Watanabe was by the kitchen, his hands grasped tightly at the wooden chair Miya usually used when she wanted to cook without standing.
She could already see the chipped wood forming beneath his palms. The sound of the wood breaking slowly.
Sheâd complain about that another time. It was a shock Watanabe was even lucid enough to not bust the door down and mate you. This sight of Watanabe was interesting. His cool bad boy facade was long gone, replaced by an anxious alpha.
Youâd think Watanabe had mated you ages ago.
âMhm. I donât know. Heâs never had a heat before because ofâŠâ Her voice trailed off, her lips pursing together. Did he know? Would it be safe to tell him? Would you even want her to tell him?
âBecause of?â Watanabe muttered, finally looking over at Miya. She could see his eyes were blown, unfocused. They looked to be struggling to not narrow in at your bedroom door.
Miya didnât know why she hasnât kicked him out yet. The whole journey here she wanted to get you away from him. But she could tell just from his soured scent that he wasnât focused on fucking you. He was genuinely scared right now.
âHe presented late, thatâs all.â It wasnât a total lie.
A strangled moan left your bedroom and Miya could see in seconds Watanabeâs gaze zero in on your door. His grip tightened on the chair and she heard the wood crack. Slowly his palms bleed red as he grit his teeth, closing his eyes as he began to whisper something to himself.
Miya inched over to the door, ready to defend your safety if need be. She didnât care that she only reached his chest, stomach really. Sheâd fight to the death for you if she had to.
A knock on the door caught her attention. âHuh? WhoâŠ?â
âMy mom.â Watanabe suddenly whispered, moving his hand away from the chair. The chair was totally destroyed, coated in his blood. His hands had pricks and splinters as he plucked out the large ones and dropped them by the trash as he stiffly walks to the front door.
âWhen did you even call your mom?â Miya asked, wondering what his mother could possibly do in a situation like this.
âTexted.â He bluntly said, pulling the front door open.
A chubby woman with greying brown hair pulled into a neat bun was shown, dressed in a nurse garment. Ah, thatâs why. Her lips were pursed as she narrowed at Watanabeâs bleeding hands. She pulled out a first aid kit from her bag and stepped inside, handing it over to Watanabe.
Ms. Watanabe glanced around the room before sniffing the air, a frown pulling on her lips as she noticed Miya by the door. âAh, are you Tanakaâs alpha?â She asked, walking over to Miya.
Miya hummed, needing to get used to the title. âAh.. Yes. Furukawa Miya.â
âWatanabe Hitomi. Iâm a doctor that specializes in omegas healthcare. Ah, ignore the nurse garments, today was my day off, I just put whatever on.â She laughed to herself, smiling brightly.
âMhm. Then⊠can you check on (Name)? Heâs never had a heat before.â
âYes, of course. I just wanted to make sure I had permission.â
âPermission?â
âYes. Alphas are so territorial! Even with betas like me,â she giggled. âRiki, you havenât mated Tanaka yet, yes?â
Watanabe only grunted, busy bandaging his hands.
âIâll be back, Furukawa-San.â
Miya bowed her head. âThank you, Watanabe-San.â
âAh, call me Hitomi. I have a feeling weâll be like family soon.â Hitomi grinned, opening the bedroom door and stepping inside.
Hitomi couldnât help her gasp as she slammed the door behind herself quickly, hoping none of your scent had slipped out. She pulled out a small packet of pills and a water bottle as she stepped over to your bed.
And there you were, nude burying your face into a sweater that was seeped in Miyaâs citrus scent. You whined at the sight of Hitomi, too horny to care about your nudity. Hitomiâs beta scent was refreshing. Minty like any other beta. But it was nice. Miyaâs scent was doing nothing for you.
But there was something in Hitomiâs scent that caught your attention, no matter how fuzzy it was.
Ume?
Riki? Does she know him? Mhm, UmeâŠ
âTanaka-San, Iâm sorry this is how we meet. Iâm Watanabe Hitomi, Rikiâs mother. He wanted me to check on you because itâs your first ever heat, yes?â
You only whined at the mention of Rikiâs name. Why wasnât he here with you right now? Did he not want you? Were you not enough?
A cool hand against your neck caused you to flinch, your eyes opening again to look at Hitomi. She smiled softly, sitting down on the bed as she rest the water bottle on the night stand.
âItâs okay, Omega. Breathe. Your Alpha loves you.â She whispered, her voice motherly. âBut he canât be here. Itâs your first ever heat, itâs a dangerous time for you, Pup. He could accidentally hurt you.â
You whined, feeling your fist tighten their grip on Miyaâs sweater. Hurt you? Riki would never. He could never hurt you. Just what was this lady talking about?
Hitomi chuckled. âWell you can growl so I donât need to check that.â
Growl? You didnât even notice you were making any noise beside whimpering.
âI have something to help with the pain, Pup. Itâs a heat suppressant. Have you taken any other suppressants? One that wasnât only for heats?â
Shame creeped up on you as you looked away, biting your lip. Hitomi watched as you slowly nod. She didnât say anything for a momentâas if waiting for you to elaborate. You slowly reached over and pulled open your night standâs drawer.
âIs it in here?â She asked, looking over as she reached inside and pulled out the empty packets. You watched as her calm eyes began to widen in horror as she read the name. ââŠLâŠLimited XâŠ?! Tanaka-San, are you serious?!â
She calmed down when you responded with a whimper, curling up into yourself further in embarrassment. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Pup. I didnât mean to yell at you.â Hitomi leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. You couldnât help but purr.
Doctors arenât supposed to be this loving but you would ignore it in the fact she was your alphaâs mother. Wasnât she practically your mother now?
âMiya said you were a late bloomer⊠Was that a lie? Did you present?â She took your whine as a yes. âWhen did you start taking Limited X?â
A grunt left your throat as you parted your lips, ââŠnineâŠâ
âNineâŠ? When.. When did you present?!â
âNineâŠâ
Hitomi pulled away. You saw from the corner of your eye her panicked expression as she whispered something herself. Was it that bad? Your situation couldnât have been that rare. She let out a sigh before turning back over to you, a small smile on her lips.
âYour parents are awful, Pup. But itâs okay now. I got you.â She whispered, her voice shaky as she reached over and gently brushed your cheek. Her hand trailed down to your neck as she touched your scent gland. A broken gasp left her lips at the tough skin her fingers grazed.
âMhm..?â You whined
âYour scent gland isnât evenâŠâ Her look of surprise was soon replaced with fury. Her jaw tightened as she shook her head, patting your back as she stood up. âIâm sorry, Pup. I canât let you take the suppressants. You need to let the heat run its course. Is there anything you want before I go? Iâll come back to visit you in a day or two.â
âRiki⊠I want RikiâŠâ
âIâm sorry, but he canât spend it with you. Itâs for your safety, baby.â
âPlease⊠Please⊠Want himâŠâ
Hitomi pursed her lips as she glanced over at the door. âOkay. For a minute.â She left the room, leaving you alone. Your hand found the fluidity to toss Miyaâs sweater across the room, wanting the citrus scent far away from your nose.
Your eyes fluttered open when you felt a cool hand gently touch your cheek. You hadnât even realized you had fallen asleep. A low purr left your throat when your eyes met Rikiâs. There he was.
Well, he was a bit far from you.
You hum and raise an eyebrow, reaching over to grab his hand and pull him closer. But he quickly resisted, pulling his hand away. The sound that leaves you is almost like that of a kicked puppy as you look at him in shock.
The words are on the tip of your tongue but you were too far gone in your heat to speak now.
âSorry⊠Sorry, I canât get too close. Itâs hard enough being here.â Riki muttered, his eyes looking at everything but you. You noticed his tense posture, back straight entirely with his fists clenched at his sides. The bandages wrapped around his fists catch your attention as you whimper, wondering how he got hurt in such a short amount of time.
Did Miya fight him??? Oh god, you hoped that they would get close not fight.
A strangled grunt leaving Rikiâs chest made you look up at him, seeing his jaw set tight. Was your scent affecting him this badly?
âAh, (Name), I canât stay in here much longer.â Riki groaned, reaching down and pulling off his shirt. Your eyes widen as your legs clamp together, an eager smirk pulling on your lips. Neither can you, you felt as if you would burst if he just continued to stand there.
But whatever you thought was going to happened was ignored when he tossed the shirt at your face. Any disappointment was drowned out when you sniffed the shirt, sighing in relief at having the Japanese apricots fill your nostrils.
âWhy didnât she tell me you were nakedâŠ.â
Your eyes peek open to see Riki moving away, the sound of his pants falling onto the ground causing you to purr in appreciation at the sight of his ass. He also tossed his pants at you. It hit your square in the face but you didnât care, eager to just bury your nose in his scent.
âRikiâŠâ You mewled, slick coating the bedsheets beneath you.
âShh. If you say my name again Iâll cum.â He said bluntly, his hand gripping at his boxers before pulling them off. You couldnât help the slight squeal that left you as he tossed the boxers to you. You forgot all about his pants and shirt as you bit at his boxers, purring at the fabric in your hands.
Ah, it was right against his cock.
You thought he was now coming to join you in bed but you whined as you watched him slip on some clothes. What?! What the fuck?! He changed into a plain old t-shirt and sweatpants. Where did he even get that?!
You felt like throwing a tantrum.
Here you were, pliant, soaking wet, practically begging for him. And he was only nice enough to give you his boxers?!
Riki finally turned around, rubbing the bridge of his nose. âDonât give me those eyes. Iâm following my momâs instructions. Iâll visit you again tomorrow.â He walked over to you with his fingers pinching his nose. A slight giggle left your lips at the sight as he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your lips before quickly pulling away and sprinting to the door.
âBye!â He yelled, closing the door behind him.
He was lucky heâs cuteâŠ
You glanced down at the boxers still in your hand and sighed. This will have to do for tonight.
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âArenât they cute?â
You kneel down, peering into the small pond. The koi fish swirl around each other as you poke your finger in the water. They disburse away from your small ripple, finding safety near the other side. A slight giggle leaves your lips.
âTheyâre funny.â
âFunny? Mhm, I donât know. I think youâre more funny looking.â
A gasp leaves you as you turn over to face Naoki, pouting at the laugher that begins to escape him. He falls back onto his butt while you cross your arms together and fane a look of disappointment at his teasing.
âMeanie. The girls at my school say Iâm cute. And that I smell sweet!â
âDo they? What did you bribe them with?â
âB..BriâŠbe..? What does that mean?â
Naoki only chuckled, reaching over to pull you close with him on the grass. âAsk your teacher. But you do smell sweet, (Name). My little pudding.â
âWellâŠ! You smell like vanilla!â
âVanilla? Thatâs too sweet for an alpha like me.â
âDonât care. Youâre sweet. Sweet alphas are better than smelly alphas like Daichi.â
âReally? Then I hope you get with an alpha with the sweetest scent there is.â
âEw! I donât like alphas. Only you and Miya. Yuck!â
Naoki laughed. You couldnât remember his face. It hurt so much to only remember his heart shaped smile. Why couldnât you remember his eyes? His nose? The only person to love you and you canât even remember him properly?
â(Name), câmon, drink this!â
A groan left your throat as your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. You looked to your left and saw Miya holding a glass of water. She smiled and reached down, wiping at your face before helping you sit up.
âDid you sleep well? You had a big smile on your face before I woke you up.â She asked, sitting down on the bed. You hummed absentmindedly, eager to quench your thirst.
âHow long has it been?â
âA week.â
âWeek?! Heats only last three daysâŠâ
âYeah will you havenât exactly gone through a heat before. Anyway, Hitomi-San came to visit you everyday to make sure you didnât die.â
âDie?!â
Miya hummed. âYou were sometimes so cold during the night or really hot. She would sometimes stay the night to make sure you didnât stop breathing too.â
âCrap⊠I donât remember anything that happenedâŠâ
âWell you didnât do anything embarrassing if youâre worried about that.â Miya said, taking the empty glass from you. Her lip slightly twitched as she smirked. âAh, wait, no thatâs not true⊠you did embarrass yourself when Watanabe came.â
You froze, looking over at Miya with a look of fear. Miya smirked and began to laugh, enjoying your panicked expression.
âWhat?! What did I do?â
âIt was so funny⊠Hitomi-San was cleaning the slick off your body when Watanabe came into the room to give you fresh clothes with his scent. You practically shoved Hitomi-San off the bed to launch yourself at Watanabe. I shouldâve recorded it!!â
âIs Hitomi-San okay?!â
âYeah, sheâs fine. Watanabe wasnât, you made him fall and knock his head against your desk! Then you started crying as if you killed him because he was knocked out for a second. Anyway he had to get stitches on the back of his head.â
You stared at Miya with your mouth agape, physically imagining the event in your head. You were so glad you couldnât remember anything. It was already bringing you shame and embarrassment at the fact you literally attacked Riki just cause of your stupid heat.
Not to mention shoving away the woman who was helping you live⊠Gosh, you wanted to curl up and die.
Miya had finally stopped laughing and pulled out her phone, showing you a picture she mustâve took of that night. Sure enough, there you are, naked as the day you were born. Luckily enough Miya had cropped it to where it was only the upper half of your body.
You were straddling Riki, holding his face in your hands as you looked to be in a mid cry. There was a small amount of blood on the floor from what you could tell so he really did get hurt. Miya swiped, showing a short video that was Riki waking up, looking absolutely disoriented before narrowing in on you. Immediately a blush appeared on his face and he practically bucked you off of him.
Your cries were heard in the background as you were flung off camera. Video Miya yelled something about being careful while Hitomi had moved over to you. Riki moved to stood up but soon collapsed back onto the ground, earning a shrill scream from what you could only assume was yourself. The video soon ended with Miya accidentally turning the camera on your bare butt as you once again shoved Hitomi away to get to Riki.
That wasâŠ
âOh my god.â You whispered, wanting to end it all right then and there while Miya laughed her ass off.
âIâve never seen you act so animal like!â Miya laughed, wiping away the stray tears from her face. âIt was nice. Felt like the first time you were truly yourself. Even if it was while you were butt naked, dripping slick all over the carpet.â
âMiya!!â
âWhat? Itâs a normal bodily function. Donât get embarrassed.â She patted you on the back and stood up, stretching. âAnyway, Hitomi-San and Watanabe will be here in a few hours. Take a shower⊠a long one.â
With that, she left your room, leaving it open as Ume sprinted inside. Ume purred as she jumped onto your bed and immediately got comfortable, curling into herself. You couldnât help but smile, knowing Ume mustâve been upset to not have access to your room for such a long time.
She hated closed doors. Ume practically owned the place.
You rubbed at your neck, groaning as you stretched your sore body. Your body sputtered for a moment as your fingers gently rubbed against the lower center of your neck. It⊠was a bit softer?
It was still sold and rough but there was a slight softness that wasnât there before.
It wasnât too late for youâŠ?
You could be mated?
Youâd have to ask Hitomi. But you couldnât help the slight giddy smile on your lips. You could be Rikiâs if it really was softening⊠A slight glob of slick soaked the bedsheets beneath you. You groaned, rolling your eyes. This was going to have to take some getting used to.
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Miya fiddled with her phone, her eyes flickering around as she closed the apartment door behind her. Her phone began to ringâstartling her out of her thoughts as she quickly answered it without looking at the caller ID.
âHey. How are things there?â She whispered, walking to lean over the railing. Her dyed purple hair was pulled back into a small ponytail as the wind blew her bangs upward.
The voice on the other line as hushed and quiet.
âTerrible. Heâs back.â
âWhich one?â
âObviously the eldest. He had a wedding ring on his finger. I think heâs married now.â
âMarriedâŠ? He didnât tell (Name)? Does he even have a mating mark?â
âThat type of alpha would never let anyone mark him. Anyway, he talked to me as if weâre friends. The nerve.â
âShit. Did he say anything weird?â
âBesides the fact he was not so subtly making fun of me for still living at momâs place, no. He did insult me being a mangaka, I donât remember telling him that. Did (Name) tell him?â
âReally, Yuzuru? (Name) doesnât even talk to his mom unless she calls. Heâs not talking to Daichi.â
âWatch your mouth. Iâm still the oldest, little shit. I donât have to do this spying shit for you.â
âThen say goodbye to your precious beta reader!â
âWait! Sorry, sorry. Anyway, I still havenât seen Naoki. I⊠huh?â
âMhm? Whatâs wrong?â
âUh⊠Daichi just came back with a woman⊠an omega I think.â
âOmega? No way in hell⊠those alpha elitist would never mate with an omegaâŠâ Miya waited for her brother to continue speaking but she soon heard the sound of a woman talking before the phone abruptly cut off.
She cursed, ready to call Yuzuru back when she saw Hitomi and Watanabe walk up the stairs to the complex. Sheâd have to call him back later. With a huff, she put her phone away and grinned, waving at Hitomi.
Hitomi smiled, her eyes closing into crescent moons. âMorning, Miya-Chan! I brought breakfast for you and Tanaka. Did you sleep well?â
âYes, I did! (Name)-Kun is doing great thanks to your help. He just woke up a few minutes ago.â Miya reached over and took the plastic bag away from Hitomi, opening the apartment door to let them inside. She rolled her eyes at Watanabeâs lack of greeting.
She could tell he was fidgety. His eyes quickly narrowing in on your bedroom door, practically waiting for you to come out so he could see if you were truly okay.
Hitomi pulled out a MedKit from her bag, going straight to your room. She didnât knock, just pushed the door open before shutting it behind her.
Just your luck, you were putting on your underwear when she came in. You shrieked, reaching to cover your nude body from her eyes.
âCalm down, Pup. Iâve seen everything by now.â She said honestly, resting the MedKit on your nightstand as she pulled out what looked to be a thermometer and some pills. âCome here once youâre dressed.â
You slipped on a baggy t-shirt and shorts, wondering if you should bring up the whole⊠shoving incident. âUhm⊠If⊠uh.. there.. was anything weird I did⊠while⊠yâknow⊠in heat⊠I uhmâŠâ
Hitomi glanced over at you. âYou mean giving my son a concussion and having him bleed out on the floor?â
Your breathing halted, your eyes widening at her words. Well when she puts it that wayâŠ
Her gaze was harsh on you before a gummy smile pulled on her lips. âItâs okay, Pup. You arenât the craziest patient Iâve had to dealt with. You were tame. Now câmere.â
You walked over to where she was by your desk and watched as she held up the thermometer, motioning for you to pry your lips apart.
âBesides,â she said, slipping the thermometer into your mouth. âYou look cute while crying. You cared so much for my Riki. I think if Miya hadnât held you back, you wouldâve followed us to the hospital.â
âFollowedâŠ?â You muttered, taking the thermometer out of your mouth to once it beeped. Hitomi took it from you and hummed. A good temperature youâd assume.
âYes. You wouldnât even let me touch Riki at first. Took Riki waking back up and telling you to calm down for you to finally release him.â
âI didnât know omegas could be⊠territorial.â
âEveryone is territorial. Especially for someone they love. Omegas can be scary when they want to. You almost bit me.â Hitomi said nonchalantly.
âBit?!â
âItâs fine. Like I said, you were like a kitten compared to other patients Iâve had.â She opened the bottle of pills and poured out two capsules, handing them over to you. âYou seem fine. But you didnât go through a full heat. It was just a pre-heat. Your full heat will be in two months.â
âOnly a pre-heatâŠ? But it was intense.â
âMhm. It was. Your body was only getting you ready. You are severely underdeveloped,â she said, her tone turning serious. âI advise you to not have any penetrative sex until your hole⊠has grown.â
âGrown?â
âYes. I checked it. Itâs too small for an omega. Your cock should also become small as well.â
âWhat? Wait? I thought male omegas could have dicks?â
âWho told you that? Male omegas are born with dicks but they lose them during their first heat. Then a vagina begins to form and your dick will become a clit. Your hole is there, just too small to be called a vagina at the moment.â
âYou werenât talking about my butt hole..?â
âNo.â Hitomi frowned. âDid no one teach you about male omegas? I know theyâre rare but they should still teach you all about these things. You need to know your bodyâŠâ Her lips pursed as if she was in thought before looking over at the door.
You glanced over, wondering if she saw something.
âAh. Have Riki show you where your hole is. Iâm sure you donât want me touching it.â She said, putting away her materials. âYou can also have him help you stretch it. Itâll help with the process.â
âS..Stretch it..?â
âYes. Finger you. You can always finger yourself but at least let him show you where it is.â With that, she grabbed her MedKit and left the room, leaving you standing there with your mouth agape.
Vagina� Clit...? Fingering?!
You felt lightheaded. All this time, your body was underdeveloped. Your genitalia was a lie this entire time! Your cock was going to turn into a fucking clit!!!
â(Name)? Your scent soured.â
Your body jumped as the door was harshly pushed up, a tense Riki standing in the doorway. His eyes roamed your bodyâlooking for any damage before pausing at your face. He tilted his head, walking over to you as he began to sniff you.
âWhat? Did my mom tell you bad news?â He asked, his hand reaching up, as if to touch your face but he stopped himself and placed it on your desk. You couldnât help the slight whimper at that.
âNo⊠No bad news. Just thatâwellâIâll be growing a vagina!â
âHuh? You already have one. I saw it when we were in the classroom.â
âHah?! You saw it?!â
âMhm. Itâs so tiny, I was wondering why it looked like that but Iâve never been with a male omega before.â Riki said nonchalantly, his posture relaxing now that he realized there was nothing wrong. âYouâve never felt it?â
You blushed. âWell, I donât really masturbate touching myself down there.. just my cock.â
Riki tilted his head as a smirk pulled on his lips. âMhm? Youâll have to learn the other way soon, your little cock is turning into a clit.â He laughed.
The urge to punch him the face was strong. He felt just like the Riki you met at the sushi restaurant. It was going to take some getting used to with Rikiâs personality. It was like he could switch between a sadist and timid puppy.
âUhm. Your mom.. said that you could help.â
âHelp? You want me to touch your pussy?â
Your cheeks flushed as you looked at everything but him. âDonât call it that!â
âWhy canât I? Is it not a pussy?â Riki grinned as he moved closer, his nose teasing your neck as he leaned down. Your breathing hitched as you subconsciously tilted your head, giving him easy access to your scent gland. âI was sad that Iâll have to wait so long to properly fuck youâŠâ
His hand grasped your crotch, earning a stuttered gasp from you as your body tensed. Your hand gripped the desk behind you for stability as he harshly fondled you. âBut fingering you until you get a proper pussy sounds hot. Iâll be making a pussy just for me to touch. For me to fuck. For me to knot whenever I please.â
âRikiâŠâ you gasped. The thought was already intoxicating. Any fear you had about this new body part growing was long gone at the thought of Riki truly molding you into something just for him. You were only disappointed that youâd have to wait so long to get what your body so desperately craves.
Only two month⊠You can last two monthsâŠ
âDo you like that? The thought of your body changing itself just from my touch?â He whispered, his hand gripping your cock through your shorts. Your body arched against the desk as you feel your legs part to give Riki easier access.
âNngh⊠Thatâll⊠Thatâll make me good for Alpha.â You manage to whine, looking up at him with watery eyes. Rikiâs eyes widen before he chuckled, pressing a kiss on your neck.
âYouâre already a good omega for me, (Name). But I wonât lie and say you getting a pretty pussy wonât make me happy. I can already imagine sinking my fingers inside, stretching you wide before I stuff you with my knot. Would you like that, Omega? My knot stretching you, ruining you for me and only me?â
A strangled cry left your throat as the thought clouded your mind and your hands gripped the desk, your toes curling. Your body felt as if it was spasming until you felt a growing wetness in your shorts.
Riki released your crotch as he glanced down, a laugh leaving his lips. âYou came untouched. Did I excite you that much?â
âShut up.â You weakly whine, wanting to curl up into a ball and die.
âAhem.â
You and Rikiâs body froze as there was a slight knock on the door. There stood Miya, her face unimpressed.
âWe are still here, by the way. Maybe close the door if youâre going to start having sex.â She said, âAlso thereâs breakfast, (Name)⊠come get it after you take a shower⊠again.â
This was it. You were going to die of embarrassment.
Riki looked as if heâd seen a ghost. You could tell he mustâve realized his mother heard his dirty talking. Hopefully they didnât hear everythingâŠ
âUh⊠We can talk about the whole fingering thing later.â You whispered.
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In front of him, he stood tall, overpowering. His scent was muskyâdrowning out any other scent in the room. Brown eyes flickered around the living room before settling on a framed picture on the wall near the TV.
You, so young and cute, a wide smile while Miya hugged you tightly against her chest. It was an older picture, around the age of thirteen. Yuzuru was standing behind the both of you, aged eighteen, a small slight smile on his lips. His large circular glasses taking up half of his face.
Daichi looked over Yuzuru now, sitting on the couch across of him. Glasses long gone and smile replaced a tight frown. It was a shame, Daichi thought to himself. Yuzuru was supposedly an omega but looked nothing like it.
He took another look at Yuzuru, wondering how he gained so much weight. Yuzuru wasnât the stick thin omega he was back in high school. He was fuller, his mother must be over feeding him.
Yuzuru kissed his teeth together, catching Daichiâs attention. âIf youâre done scrutinizing me, why are you here?â
Mrs. Furukawa gently patted Yuzuruâs lap, giving him a tight smile. âWhat Yuzu was saying.. Is what made you want to visit us? Itâs been forever.â
Daichi grinned, opening his coat and pulling out an envelope. âItâs nothing special.â He said. âYuzuru is almost in his late twenties and my colleagues mentioned something about a blind date for omegas to find an alpha. Iâm sure⊠it would be helpful for your case.â
A pin could be dropped as Yuzuruâs eyes widen, his lips parting as his fingers dug into the armchair of the couch. He looked ready to blow, jump across this stupid coffee table and show Daichi what he was made of. But his mother grabbed his arm as she grabbed the envelope from Daichi.
âIs that?â She asked, her voice devoid of any emotion.
âAh. Yes⊠You have (Name)âs address, yes? I want to talk to him.â
âWhy would I willingly give you his address?â Yuzuru muttered.
âWell⊠Itâs been ages since Iâve seen my little brother.. I wanted to check up on him.â
âYou can call him.â Yuzuru whispered.
Daichi hummed. âI guess I could. I suppose I wanted to get a better look at you, Yuzuru. Since you seem to be so interested in me these days.â
Yuzuru froze, looking away. He noticed? What the fuck?
With the tension tight and heavy, Daichi left without another word.
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You were gently drying your hair when you grabbed your phone off the night stand. There was texts and emails that you didnât care too much about responding to except one from a number you didnât recognize.
It was just a picture that they sent.
You clicked on the picture and felt the color drain from your face.
It wasnât just one picture. It was two.
One picture of an ultrasound.
And another of a wedding.
Daichi and a woman youâve seen before.
But she was an omega⊠Why would someone like Daichi marry her?
But that wasnât the most important thing you cared about. No, you cared more about who she was. Who she was before supposedly becoming Daichiâs wife, his mate.
Naokiâs ex girlfriend.
Sorry for the wait! I just recently moved to my college dorms, forgot to write lol. Hopefully it wonât take too long for chapter 3, there will be actual smut in that one, trust.. ask to be added to the tag list for rikiâs story. Some people donât show up when I try to tag them tho, sorry about that :/ also thereâs a limit smh
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GETTING EVEN
pairing. tyler owens x harding!reader
summary. after tyler owens saved your ass, you return the favor. (part 2 to this fic)Â
warnings. descriptions of injuries and tornados. reader is the daughter of jo & bill harding (from the og movie!). hurt/comfort (tending to each other wounds? hot). tylerâs the number one loverboy and I stand by that.
a/n. fun fact, my sister's mother-in-law also survived a tornado by hugging a light pole!
word count. 3.7k || masterlist
You stabbed a piece of pancake on your plate, determined to ignore your mom as she spoke from the stove. âWould it be the worst thing in the world?âÂ
âYes,â you and your dad answered at the same time, meeting each other's eyes with a small smile.Â
Your mom, Jo, sighed deeply and spun around to face the two of you, one hand on her hip. âHeâs nice! Heâs handsome and-âÂ
You groaned, feeling a teenager again, mortified that your parents are bringing up any aspect of your love life. Ever since Tyler Owens had helped you to the hospital after a tornado took you and your friend by surprise during a chase, your mom wouldnât let you go five minutes without bringing him up.Â
You were back in town, staying at their farm as another slew of storms were forecast for the surrounding area. Your team was due in later that night, all crashing with your parents, which was their idea. They wouldnât admit it outright, but that was one thing they missed the most about their storm-chasing days, the friendships formed within their team. Your mom brought out her auntâs recipes and cooked a big dinner, and your dad was harassed into telling stories of their storm-chasing adventures- which he secretly loved.Â
Since the storms were predicted to be pretty wicked, you knew Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers would be around. And while you would rather die than tell your mom, you were excited to see him again. The competition between the two of you for an arbitrary âbest storm chaserâ title was left behind after you woke up in the hospital to see him still there with you. Instead, your relationship inched more toward friends; though, your mom seemed convinced it was something more.Â
âLook, if our daughter isnât interested in running away with some tornado-wrangling cowboy, I donât think we should encourage her to,â your dad, Bill, said.Â
âI donât have time for a relationship, anyway,â you added. You were too engrossed in your research to think about a relationship, serious or not. You were content with your team. And your momâs little fantasy would require Tyler to be interested in you, which you found unlikely.
Yet, your mom persisted. âWe did it,â she said, pointing between herself and Bill. âWe balanced both work and a relationship. Itâs not impossible.âÂ
You snorted. âYeah, and you two almost got divorced.âÂ
Your dad laughed into his coffee mug, hiding it as your mom huffed.Â
The thrill of storm chasing, running down backroads as a twister roared beautifully across the ground, wasnât the only reason you did it. That was only one part of the job. Then there was the research. But the hardest part was trying to help people. Tornados were wondrous but dangerous. They ruined lives, tearing through towns. And while warning systems and radars had advanced significantly since your parents' days, nothing was perfect. Thatâs why you were the first people to rush into a crowded town directly in the path of a storm and do what you could to ensure peopleâs safety.Â
When a member of your team noticed one of the storm cells you were watching was heading towards a little downtown area not too far from your parentsâ farm, you all decided that was where you needed to be, instead of chasing after the storm further west.Â
You were close, beating the storm to town, and when you arrived you realized the Wranglers had the same idea. The second you stepped out of your truck, the harsh winds knocked into you. The sirens just started, warning the people of the quickly approaching storm. People were running down the sidewalks, hurrying into buildings to shelter.Â
You jumped into action, hurrying some slightly dazed people to safety, along with your team. The storm inched closer, and you knew you only had a few more moments before you needed to take cover yourself to ensure you didnât get whisked away. Youâd lived through enough tornados to know what to do with little fear, but ever since your close call with your team member Frankie, earning you a couple stitches on the back of your head and a newfound appreciation for Tyler, your nerves were a little heighten; you become a little more cautious.Â
You turned on your heel to hurry towards one of the buildings, but you caught sight of the tornado wrangler on the other side of a parking lot, searching for something.Â
Pressing your lips in a hard line, ignoring the drum inside your chest that started to beat a little faster with the closeness of the storm, you took off after him.Â
âTyler!â you yelled above the howling wind that threatened to knock you off your feet. Rain beat down against your skin, soaking you to the bone. You called his name once more as you neared, finally earning his attention.Â
âHarding? What the hell are you doing?âÂ
âWhat am I doing? What are you doing? Taking a mid-day stroll?âÂ
He shook his head, forced his wet hair out of his eyes. âSome kidâs dog got spooked, ran this way, but I canât find her.âÂ
You glanced up at the sky, the dark clouds giving the allusion of nighttime. There was a little tremble in your hand, but you steeled your nerves. âDogs are smart. Sheâll find her way, but weâre goners if we donât get a move on.â He frowned, clearly torn between helping a lost dog and saving himself. âMy team and I will help you look after; I promise.âÂ
With a sigh lost to the wind, he nodded and pointed toward the building others had filed into. âThereâs a basement in the library.âÂ
Together, you two took off in the direction of the library, but the storm rolled in much quicker than you anticipated. It came in with a vengeance, peeling objects off the ground, big and small, with ease and tossing them all around. You ducked, nearly missing a chair that once belonged to one of the downtown restaurants' patios. Your heart started to race uncomfortably, inching toward fearfully.Â
Tyler grasped your hand, tugging you to the side as more debris whizzed past you. The rain made your grasp slippery, but you squeezed his hand tightly. There was too much distance to cover, and the tornado was determined to put every possible obstacle in your path.Â
It became harder to run but you felt so sure you and Tyler would make it; that was, until the tornado came around the block, tearing into a building and sending the debris in your direction. You didnât even know what hit you until you felt Tylerâs hand slip from yours and your chin collided with the pavement. A cry of pain fell from your lips, but you rolled over quickly, in search of Tyler. He wasnât far, just out of arms reach, on the ground.Â
You half crawled over to him, tugging on his shoulder until you noticed the look of pain twisted on his face. Your gaze trailed down to his leg and found his foot stuck under a heavy beam plucked from the building the tornado tore through.Â
âShit,â you whispered, grasping the beam with your slippery hands and desperately trying to lift it off. It wouldnât budge, crushing Tylerâs ankle.Â
âYou gotta go!â he yelled, trying to wave you off with his hand frantically.Â
You stared at him in disbelief. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and the rain clouded your vision. There wasnât a chance you were going to leave him. Your chest felt impossibly tight, pulling more and more with an indescribable fear youâd never experienced before. Using some kind of strength you didnât know you had until that moment, you managed to lift the beam just enough for Tyler to pull his bloodied ankle out from under it.Â
âCome on,â you cried, trying to help him to his feet. He grunted in pain, pale and breath labored.Â
âWeâre not gonna make it,â he wheezed out, talking about the library the tornado was already upon. You made a sharp turn, bee-lining toward the building you landed directly in front of.Â
There wasnât even time to get inside. Instead, you half helped half dragged Tyler to where there was a large light post cemented to the ground. It wasnât much, but there were no other options. Tyler sat on the ground, pulling you down quickly beside him before he wrapped his arms around the pole. You hooked one arm too but kept your other pressed against Tylerâs head. You could take another hit, but you werenât sure he could.Â
You closed your eyes, sending a silent prayer that everyone would be okay. The storm roared, stinging your ears and tugging on you harshly. But, somehow, the both of you remained hugging the light post until the tornado dissipated after an excruciating amount of time. That was the thing about tornados, when you were chasing them, they never seemed to last long enough, but when you were in them, they never seemed to end.Â
Shaking from a mix of adrenaline, fear, and cold you unwound your arm from the pole before you brushed your hands along Tylerâs shoulders, drawing his attention, and making sure he was still there.Â
You two sat nearly nose to nose, droplets of rain decorating his face, falling his lashes as he tried to blink them away. âAre you okay?â you muttered, voice shaky.Â
He let out a breath and tried to shift in his position, but his face twisted up in pain once more before he cursed under his breath. You glanced at his ankle, his jeans were stained with a smear of crimson, but the rest was hidden under the fabric.Â
âI think itâs just a sprain,â he said, trying to shrug it off but you saw through him. You struggled to your feet and moved to help him, but he tried to stand on own. He leaned heavily on the light pole, trying to hide a wince.Â
You heard his and your name being called in the distance. You hooked an arm around his torso, gazing at him for a moment. âCome on,â you said, gently guiding him back towards the road. As soon as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, you spotted your team and a couple members of Tylers.Â
âHoly shit!â Frankie gasped, running towards you. âWhat happened to you two? We thought you were right behind us?âÂ
Tyler tried not to lean on you, but you felt his grip tighten on your shoulders with each step. âI think we need to take him to the hospital,â you said, worry seeping into your voice.Â
Kate and Javi snapped their gaze at Tyler, who shook his head. âNo, really, Iâm fine. I think itâs just a little sprain,â he repeated.Â
Kate looked at you, half ignoring Tyler. âWhat happened?âÂ
âHis ankle was crushed under some debris.âÂ
âIâm right here,â Tyler said. âAnd I said Iâm fine. I donât need to go to the hospital. But weâve gotta find that dog-âÂ
âYou mean this lilâ guy?â Boone asked. He and Lily stood with who you assumed was the kid who lost the dog, but who was now cuddling it in his arms with a wide smile on his lips despite the destruction all around them. âHe came runninâ out just a minute ago. Smart dog.âÂ
You smiled softly, looking at Tyler who sighed in relief. âI told you.âÂ
âI think the nearest hospital isâŠâ Javi trailed off, looking at his phone with furrowed brows. âTwenty minutes south, just off the interstate.âÂ
âIâm not goinâ to a hospital. Iâm telling you guys, Iâm fine-âÂ
You huffed loudly. âAre you always this stubborn?âÂ
At the same time, Kate, Javi, Boone, and Lily all replied, âYes.âÂ
You realized you probably werenât going to convince Tyler to get his ankle checked out at the hospital. âFine,â you sighed. âBut youâre not gonna patch yourself up in some grimy motel, got it? My parents donât live too far from here. You all can crash there.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Kate asked.Â
âPositive. My parents were thrilled to have my team staying. They wonât mind a couple more people.âÂ
âWait,â Javi said. âYour parents. Like, your parents as in Jo and Bill Harding?âÂ
You chuckled. âYes.âÂ
He and Kate exchanged a look that bordered on giddy.Â
Tyler shifted at your side, pulling out his truck keys and you thought he was out of his mind if he thought he was going to try to drive with his clearly busted ankle. You reached over and snatched the keys quickly. âYouâre riding with me, cowboy,â you said before tossing the keys at Kate. She caught with between her two hands, eyes slightly wide before a smile broke out across her lips.Â
âIâm driving!â Kate said before she quickly turned on her heel before anyone could protest, Javi following close behind her.Â
âYou be careful with my truck Sapulpa!â Tyler shouted.Â
You all arrived at your parents' place and helped a limping Tyler out of your truck. He tried once more to hide just how much pain he was in, but it didnât work. As you walked up the driveway, he smirked, a little lopsidedly. âAlready taking me home to meet the parents, huh?â You wanted to smack him but decided his sprained ankle was enough punishment already.Â
Instead, you rolled your eyes. âDonât you be talking like that in front of my mom. Sheâll start planning the wedding.â You were only half joking. You knew the second she opened the front door and saw you standing side by side with Tylerâs arm slung around you, even though it was strictly to keep himself upright and pressure off his ankle, her imagination would run wild.Â
He was quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat and said, âAt least let me buy you dinner first.âÂ
You didnât get a chance to respond before the front door was swung open and out stepped your mom. Her eyes flickered between the two storm-chasing teams all trailing behind you before they landed on you and Tyler. You saw the little twinkle in her eye, but it vanished when she noticed the state everyone was in, soaked clothes, a little in pain, and in a slight daze.Â
She hurried down the step, grasping your face and gazing at the nasty cut on your chin from where you collided with the road. âEveryone okay?â she asked, eyes drifting over to Tyler.Â
âNot exactly,â you replied. âTylerâs got a busted ankle. I think everyone else is pretty okay. But cold and hungry.âÂ
Your mom clapped her hands together. âWell then, letâs get you all fed and cleaned up then. Come on,â she said, ushering everyone inside and exchanging greetings.Â
You helped Tyler into the bathroom before you dug around for the first aid kit underneath the sink.Â
âYou know-â Tyler started but you glared at him.Â
âIf you tell me youâre fine one more time OwensâŠâ He held up his hands in defense, pressing his lips together. Once you found the kit, you sat on the floor and carefully rolled up the leg of his jeans. Whatever damage his ankle took was hidden under his boot. âThis is probably gonna hurt,â you said.Â
You tried to be as careful as you could, tugging off his boot, and he tried to act like it didnât hurt like a bitch, but the way his eyes screwed shut and hands clenched into fists in his lap told you otherwise. As soon as it was off, he let out a shaky breath and you assessed the damage. His ankle was swollen, bloodied, and overall in pretty bad shape but considering he could put a little bit of pressure on it told you it wasnât broken. He was right about the sprain, but it was a fairly bad one.Â
Working quickly but carefully, you cleaned up the dirt and blood before wrapping his ankle. âFeel any better?â you asked. He nodded as you stood to your feet. âGood. Are you hungry? Iâm sure my momâs made enough food to feed an army-âÂ
âWait,â he said, grasping your hand, turning you back around to face him before you could reach the door. âYou fixed me up, now itâs your turn.âÂ
You furrowed your brows. âWhat?â His eyes dropped down to your chin, where youâd smacked it against the road when you fell. âOh. No, itâs just a little scratch-â he cut you off.Â
âAre you always this stubborn?â he teased, using your own words against you. With a sigh, you slumped your shoulders in defeat.Â
âAll right, but at least sit down. Your ankleâs not gonna heal otherwise.â He listened, retaking his place on the toilet lid as you sat on the edge of the tub right beside it. He grabbed an alcohol swap from the kit and grasped your face with one hand. His fingers were cold from the rain but gentle as they tilted your head upwards just slightly so he could clean the cut on your chin.Â
You couldnât help but study him. The brightness of his eyes and how they narrowed when he concentrated, and how he pulled his bottom lip just barely between his teeth. Something twisted in your stomach, and you were suddenly very aware of just how close he was. You had been nearly nose to nose with him earlier, in the aftermath of the storm, but the calmness of your current setting made the closeness feel different. The way his hand softly held onto your face made your breath hitch, and it was impossible for him not to notice. His eyes flickered up from your chin, awkwardly covered with a band aid, and met yours.Â
âThanks for saving my ass out there,â he said, voice just above a whisper, like he too didnât want to break the calmness that was steady in the room.Â
You tried to ignore the patter of your heart that quickened as with his little smile. âI owed you for saving mine.âÂ
âGuess weâre even know, huh?âÂ
You nodded, words lost on your tongue. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but you dropped your gaze onto his lips for just a moment before you met his eyes, searching for something. But your wishful thinking died with a startling knock on the door that caused you both to flinch back and away from each other.Â
âEverything all right in there?â your dadâs voice sounded from the other side of the door.Â
You cleared your throat, quickly standing to your feet. âY-Yeah. Weâll be out in a second!â A shaky laugh left your lips as your turned to Tyler, who stared back at you with cheeks slightly pink. âWe shouldâŠâÂ
âYeah, y-yeah.âÂ
After everyone showered and cleaned themselves up, your mom and dad handed out plates and everyone dug in. With full stomachs and dry clothes, the collection of storm chasers all crashed around the house. You lay in your childhood bed, squished alongside Frankie while two other members of your team were asleep on an air mattress on the floor. You tried to sleep, but all you could think about was Tyler, who was just downstairs in the living room. The rest of the evening consisted of you two tip toeing around each other, bordering on avoiding each other in the company of everyone else.Â
With a quiet groan, you slipped out of bed and headed toward the kitchen, careful to be quiet. Your momâs words followed you, gushing about Tyler. Would it be the worst thing in the world? You had said yes, but you didnât really mean it, how could you? This was Tyler. Sure, he was a little reckless and youâd seen him get a little rowdy at a country bar, but he was also the kind of person that looked for lost dogs in the middle of a tornado and who stayed by your bedside at the hospital until you woke up. He was obnoxiously great. You didnât know how to deal with it.Â
In the bathroom, just hours ago, you wanted to kiss him. And a part of you thought he wanted to kiss you too, but the moment was broken too fast for you to know for certain.Â
You poured yourself a glass of water before leaning against the counter, eyes focused out the window at the sliver of moon that poked out from behind the clouds. Somewhere behind you, the floorboards creaked, causing you to spin around with a start.Â
Tyler paused, wincing at the noise he made before he whispered, âSorry.âÂ
You didnât do it on purpose, but it was like at the sight of him your lips automatically tugged upwards in a smile. You felt a little ridiculous about it but tried to play it off by clearing your throat.Â
âI told you that couch was uncomfortable,â you said, voice low to not wake the snoring Wranglers in the next room.Â
âItâs not,â he replied.Â
âYou should be elevating your ankle.âÂ
âI know, I know. Doctorâs orders, right?â He smiled too. âI was just grabbing some water.âÂ
You said nothing as you reached back into the cabinet and pulled out another glass before filling it at the sink. You handed it to him, your fingers brushing for just a second before he took the glass with a quiet âthanksâ and you pulled away.Â
âI shouldâŠâ You pointed behind you, ready to retreat back to your bedroom and let your Tyler-occupied mind slip away. But he caught your elbow and set down his glass of water. He didnât say anything as his hand slid up your arm to your shoulder, then to your cheek in a similar way he held you earlier. You were back to being nearly nose-to-nose for the third time that day. Only this time, it was Tyler whose gaze flickered to your lips before he closed the short distance.Â
Softly and quietly, you pressed your lips against his, pressing your hands against his chest. His hands were warm on the sides of your face as his lips moved against yours. You parted after a moment, breathing a little heavier, and your chest beat with something new.Â
You leaned in once more, kissing him a little harder but pulling back quicker. âGood night, Tyler,â you breathed out.Â
He beamed, cheeks rosy. âGood night, Harding.â
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Katsuki knew from a young age that he wanted to be the best. He would sacrifice what he had to go get there. Even if that meant losing the people closest to him.
You knew from a young age that you wanted to be Katsukiâs. That youâd stand by his side and love him forever. Youâd sacrifice whatever you could to be his.
It worked for a while. You pined after him. He shoved you away.
âOi! Get off!â He barked and tried to shove you off of him. Katsuki had just won the UA festival and you met up with him after.
âNo! You won! You did so good!â You squeal and squeeze the blonde tightly.
Katsuki knew that you and him could never happen. You were the annoying girl who lived across the street. The girl he was forced to play with when your moms would have coffee together on Saturday mornings.
You knew that youâd have to chip away at the icy exterior to make room for yourself in his heart. He wasnât just Dynamite. He was Katsuki. The boy who lived across that street. The boy youâd spend Friday nights roasting marshmallows with in the winter time with the use of his quirk.
His time at UA came and went. With lots of bumps in the road, he always seemingly found himself at your doorstep. Disheveled. Bleeding. Nearing exhaustion.
âSit still.â You whisper softly as you stitch him up. You went on to become a doctor, thanks to Katsuki. You saw the difference he was making in the world and you wanted to do it too.
âI am.â He said gruffly and took another swig of vodka. He looked down at your concentrated face. The way your brows furrowed as you carefully threaded the needle. He wouldnât ever admit it, but every time you were finished healing him up, he craved the hug youâd give. Like you were holding him together.
As Katsuki moved up in the world, did you. He was the number two hero. You were a top doctor at your hospital. There was a day that seemed to be like any other. Some petty robberies, a few check ups. The day was normal for you both.
Until a huge explosion shook the hospital and sent everyone in a panic. Three villains came in and started causing destruction, and chaos. You quickly started to help patients that were laying in the rubble, you didnât care that the villains were close by you. You put other people before yourself.
That was the last thing you remember before waking up in someoneâs arms. Soft water droplets weâre hitting your face. You scrunched your brows together, your eyes felt heavy as you slowly opened them. Your vision slowly focused as you saw the spiky blonde holding you. Tears mixed with remnants of black from his eyeliner slowly ran down his cheeks and onto your face.
âCome on. Wake up. Please.â His voice was hoarse. You wanted to laugh, to tell him you were right that someday all the yelling would get to him.
âY/n please. If you wake up right now, Iâll marry you. Just please get up. I canât do this without you!â Youâve never heard katsuki this upset before. When youâve finally become coherent enough to slowly move, you gently wrap your arms around him in a hug.
âIâd never leave you Suki.â You whisper to him. For the first ever, he hugs you back. His hand grip the tattered up doctors jacket like youâd fade from existence. He buried his face in your neck as you both hold each other.
Katsuki takes you to his apartment that night, he says itâs for your safety just incase. You can tell heâs lying. Which is why when he shows you the guest room to let you lay down and rest, you turn and lay in his bed instead. The corner of his mouth turns up into a smile before he lays with you.
You know that katsuki will never love you like you love him.
Katsuki knows that you will never understand his love for you. That his love isnât something he can put in words. He doesnât know how to translate his love into something you can understand. But heâll work at it. Because he loves you.
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Back Together | Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader, (husband!Bucky Barnes x wife!reader, dad!Bucky Barnes x mom!reader)
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings/Tags: Bucky being dad and hubby material, fluff, angst maybe?
Summary: Bucky and reader are married and have two girls, but because of Buckyâs work, reader decides to âbreak upâ and have been separated for a few months. (Letâs say that this âjobâ was when the whole thing with John Walker happened in TFATWS, idfk lol)
A/N: so Iâm currently writing a fanfic (on wattpad) and I had this idea, but Iâm not there on the fanfic just yet lol so I decided to just post it here (also, my first language isnât english so if there are any errors or mistakes, Iâm sorry lmao)
The girls are like 4 and 5 years old and those arenât the names I have planned on using for the fanfic, but itâll do for now.. and Steve is alive and well lol (he doesnât make an appearance, but I do mention him, like I said, this idea came as I was writing a fanfic so what I did was try and edit it a little bit so yall donât need context and shit lol just enjoy okay?)
A/N #2: this is my first time doing this so just bare with me please lmao
Itâs almost 10 pm which means Bucky must be on his way to bring the girls back after having them for the weekend. You were away in Seattle the whole weekend for work, but anyways it was Buckyâs turn to stay with the kids. They were supposed to stay with Wanda tonight, but since you arrived earlier than anticipated, you told her that Bucky was gonna bring them over.
Youâre not on the best terms. Actually, youâre broken up at the moment and have been like that for like three months now. It all started because of Buckyâs âjobâ. You always said that he wasnât being careful with the things he did and you didnât like the constant worrying about him every time he went out to do his things. He didnât really see it that way which made you get into a really bad fight and you decided to break up because he wasnât putting his safety, or his family, as a priority and you didnât like that.
Which was kinda true. So youâre currently not living together. Bucky has been staying with Steve, or with Sam whenever he comes to New York. The girls usually stay with you and then Bucky takes them on the weekends, but whenever you canât take them to school (or get them on time) or something on week days, then Bucky takes them without a problem.
âAre you sure you donât want me to pick them up for you?â Wanda asked while on FaceTime with you
âItâs alright, red, donât worry.â You replied âBesides, Buckyâs probably on his way anyway.â
âStill havenât talked?â
âWell we talk, just not about us.â You said walking out of the kitchen
âAnd are you guys still, like, mad or..?â
âI donât know.â You let out a sigh
âSteve told you he got out.â
âI know.â
âSo?â
âI just.. I donât know, I havenât talked to him about it.â
âWell I think you need to.â She said âJust have a little chat and see where things are at.. you guys still love each other.â
And you did. Of course you did. And the girls want you to get back together too. But you just havenât talked about it again.
âI donât know, Iâll think about it.â You replied and just as you said that, you saw the car lights through the window âHeâs here, I gotta go.â
âCall me if you need anything.â
âI will, love you.â
âLove you more.â
You hung up the call and left the phone on the couch before heading to the door. You opened it and saw Bucky walking over to the house holding Olivia, your youngest, in his arms and Eloise was walking right next to him. And the three of them just looked tired as hell.
âHi mommy.â Eloise ran over to you
âHi, pretty girl.â You immediately hugged her
âSay hi to mama, Liv.â Bucky said as he got closer
âHi mama.â Olivia opened her arms wanting you to pick her up so you did
âHi, my angel.â You kissed her cheek
âSorry to bring them so late, we just got out of the cinema.â Bucky said
âBuck, itâs fine, they donât even go to school yet.â You told him âDid you guys have fun?â You asked the girls
âSo much fun!â Eloise replied excitedly âWe also went to the trampoline park earlier.â
âOh well that explains why someoneâs a little more tired than others.â You looked at Olivia and she rested her head on your shoulder
âMommy, can daddy tuck us in tonight, please?â Eloise asked
âBaby, Iâm sure mommy had a really long and tired flight and she just wants to sleep.â Bucky told her
âItâs fine, donât worry about it.â You said âDaddy will tuck you in, sweetheart.â You tucked a few strands of Eloiseâs hair behind her ear
âDaddy, come on.â She grabbed Buckyâs hand
You all went inside and you gave the girls a quick shower before Bucky helped them get in their pjs.
âMommy, are we staying with auntie Wanda tomorrow?â Eloise asked as she got on her bed
âYes, baby, I need to go to work.â You replied
âCanât we stay with daddy?â
âDaddy works too, honey.â You moved her hair out of her face âI thought you liked staying with auntie Wanda.â
âWe do, but we wanted to stay with daddy again.â Olivia spoke
âWell I can pick you up at auntie Wandaâs house when I get out of work, how does that sound?â Bucky told them
âAnd we can get dippin dots too?â Olivia looked at him with puppy eyes
âWe can get whatever you girls want.â He said squishing her cheeks making her giggle
You couldnât help but smile a little. You loved watching Bucky with the girls, he really is an amazing father and they love him like crazy.
âAlright itâs getting super late, time to sleep.â You said to them
âBut mom!â Eloise pouted
âNo buts, listen to your mom.â Bucky said âCome on, get in bed both of you.â
Each of the girls got in their beds and Bucky went and tucked them both. They have their own separate rooms, but theyâre pretty close and theyâve always wanted to sleep in the same room so when the time came and you bought Olivia her big girl bed, Bucky just placed it in Eloiseâs room. Anyways, when the time comes when they get to the point where they donât even want to look at each other, youâll probably make Bucky move Oliviaâs bed back to her room and problem solved. But for now, they absolutely love being in the same room.
âI love you.â Bucky kissed Oliviaâs forehead âAnd I love you.â He then kissed Eloiseâs âSo so much.â
âWe love you too, daddy.â They said
âNow get some sleep because auntie Wanda is coming early tomorrow to pick you up before I leave.â You leaned down to kiss each of them on their heads âI love you both so insanely much.â
âLove you too, mommy.â
âNow go to sleep or Iâll call the slender man.â Bucky said as he turned off the light
He quickly closed the door once you got out of the room and the girls let out a scream that made you both laugh.
âYouâre evil.â You chuckled âCreating them traumas so young.â
âIt gives them strength.â
You rolled your eyes laughing. âOf course.â
You both went downstairs and then Bucky went back to the car to bring back Oliviaâs shoes and a few toys that the girls left in the car. While you put them on the dining table, Bucky was just telling you what they did and how the girls were on the weekend.
âLiv didnât even asked for my help to wipe her after using the bathroom.â
âNo?!â You looked at him kinda shocked
Potty training Eloise was way easier than training Olivia. First she was afraid of the toilet being flushed, then she was afraid that something would come out and bite her, then she didnât want to stay alone while using the toilet. Itâs been a rollercoaster for all of you.
âNo, she did it all by herself.â
âOh my god, really? Iâm gonna cry.â You said with a hand on your chest
âShe said sheâs a big girl and big girls donât need any help to go potty.â
âShe is a big girl.â You said âFuck, theyâre both getting so big.â
âThey are.â He nodded âHow was Seattle?â
âFucking amazing.â You said excited âItâs so pretty.â
âAnd how did it went? Are they planning on transferring you?â
âHell no, I told Nick Iâm not leaving New York.â You replied âIf we were still living in the compound, then this wouldâve been a whole different conversation, but weâre not and we have kids now so no, Iâm not leaving even if they pay me more.â
âWell if they are paying you more then..â he raised his eyebrows
You laughed. âYou know what I mean, idiot.â You rolled your eyes âBut no, Iâm not being transferred.â
âThen why did you go?â
âNick said that they needed someone like me for some training.â You answered âIt was great, I got to teach a few people about self defense, how exciting.â
âIâm glad.â He said with a small smile
He was genuinely happy for you. He knew how much youâve missed working like that. Being an agent, a spy, you missed it. But at the same time, it wasnât really in your plans anymore ever since you got pregnant with Eloise. It happened during the blip as well so you werenât exactly working as an agent or spy anymore so you just decided to leave it behind for good. Until recently.
âYou know, if itâs really what you want, then go for it.â He told you âThe girls arenât stopping you and neither am I.â
âI know, but itâs just that I feel like Iâm on a different stage in life now.â You said âIt felt fucking amazing, donât get me wrong.â
âThen do it, talk with Nick and tell him to put you out there, thatâs what you want.â
âI donât know.â You let out a sigh
âWeâre not going anywhere, you know that, right?â He said and you looked at him âAnd how cool would it be for the girls to say that their mommy is a spy?â
You laughed. âThey will brag about it for sure.â
âAnd the best part is that youâre great at it and always have been.â
âI donât know, Iâll think about it.â You shrugged looking at the time on the stove âItâs getting very late.â You looked at him
âOuch okay, Iâm leaving.â
âOh my god.â You rolled your eyes
âAre we gonna keep this up?â He looked at you
âWhat?â
âThis nonsense.â He motioned his hand between the two of you
âThis nonsense?â You arched an eyebrow âDo I need to remind you whose fault is it that weâre on this position right now?â
âIt couldâve gone so much better, but little miss Iâm extremely petty over here, doesnât like to listen to people and doesnât care about anything other than her opinion.â He said
âOh donât make me mad, James.â You crossed your arms
âItâs the truth and you know it.â
âI think you can go now.â You said turning around and starting to walk away
âSee what I mean?â You heard him say from behind âCanât we just talk about it like normal people?â He asked following you
âI donât think thereâs anything to talk about.â You said turning around to look at him
âWell I think it is.â
âBucky..â
âY/N, come on.â He sighed âItâs been three months, are you gonna keep pushing me away?â
And heâs right, youâve been kinda pushing him away. To be honest, the whole thing couldâve been avoided if Bucky and you came to an agreement, but you never did. You were upset that he was going away with Sam to do all these things that you werenât okay with and you were thinking about the kids, which, at the moment, he wasnât doing and that pissed you off. That was the whole thing. He didnât want to empathize with the way you were viewing the whole situation and he was kinda making you look crazy. Saying things like âitâs not a big dealâ or âeverything will be alright, you donât need to freak outâ.
How does he expect you to not freak out when he doesnât care about doing all this dangerous things? Was he insane?
In other circumstances, if you didnât have kids for example, maybe you wouldâve been a little bit more okay with it, maybe. But itâs a whole different scenario now.
And you were kinda pushing him away, sort of. But it wasnât intentional, itâs just that you were kinda petty and there were times where he wanted to kinda fix things, but you wouldnât let him because you would find a way to push him away unconsciously.
âYou made me feel like I was exaggerating when I clearly wasnât.â You said
âBecause at the moment I did feel that way and I didnât want to view the situation the way you were.â He explained âAnd I know I was wrong for that and Iâm sorry.â
You let out a sigh. âYou still went.â
âI know, Iâm sorry, I shouldâve stayed here with you, I regretted it the moment I left with Sam.â He said âAnd I came back as soon as I could.â
âAnd you stayed with Steve.â You rolled your eyes
âBaby, you wanted to kill me, do you really think I was just gonna come and ask you to take me back after that shit? Like you were just gonna accept me.â
â⊠Well, youâre kinda right.â
âI know, Steve told me you were pissed and that you wanted to punch me.â
âI did tell him that.â You nodded
âIâm sorry, I really am.â
âItâs fine, just forget it, Iâm sick of the topic anyway.â You replied leaning on the back of the couch
âBut are we fine?â He asked
âI donât know, are we?â
âWell Iâd say we are, kinda.â He got closer to you âYou want me to do anything?â
âYou could start by fixing the damn back door.â
âAgain? But I just fixed it a few months ago.â
âWell I think you did it wrong because the doorknob is broken again.â
âI need to change that fucking door already.â He rolled his eyes âAnything else? Are you still mad at me?â
âA little.â You replied
âJust a little?â He moved his hands to your hips âI can help you change your mind.â
âEasy there, soldier.â
âEasy my ass, come here.â
Before you could even protest, his real hand grabbed your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss that screamed need. You really missed his kisses and just the way he would always give you a peck, whenever and wherever, whatever you were doing, he didnât give a single care in the world. This man could see you sitting on the toilet and he still would go and give you a quick kiss.
âGod, Iâve missed you.â He whispered on your lips âIâve missed you so fucking much.â
âI did too.â
âCan we please never fight again?â He gently put his forehead against yours
âAs long as you donât piss me the fuck off doing some stupid shit like that again, weâre good.â
âGood.â He nodded before kissing you again
âAnd I swear to god..â you started saying between kisses âIf I see you again that close to John Walker, Iâm gonna kill you.â
âI know.â He said lowering his hands to the back of your thighs and picking you up
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a/n: should I post the fanfic here? What do we think? Lol (Iâve been thinking about it A LOT lately)
**UPDATE! I ended up uploading the fanfic and here is the masterlist for it lol
Anywaysss, hope you liked this! <3
(Likes and reblogs will be appreciated)
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in the palm of your hand
[i was re-reading @habken's incredible scammers to lovers au and wrote this short fic. I really love their work and couldn't help myself lmaoo. anyways i hope you all enjoy!!!]
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âHi! Can I help you with- oh,â says the angel from the IT department, spinny chair swiveling to a stop. âItâs you again.â
The first week Katsuki had come in, Deku had been relatively understanding and chipper- bright and sunny and shit. More personal than the strained smile and forced cheer that most customer service workers spoke with- of course Iâll fix your laptop, no problem, just leave it to me.Â
Now, about three weeks later he looks at Katsuki like heâs just bitten into a lemon. As in, like Katsuki had come into the IT department, looked Deku in the eye, bit into a lemon, and then made a puckered up face and writhed in discomfort and then showed up with another lemon the next day, rinse and repeat for nearly a month. A complicated mix of intrigue and confusion and mild horror at this endless display of masochism.
Which is fair; there really is no other way to look at a top ten Pro Hero who repeatedly comes in to have his laptop fixed and wonât admit under penalty of death that it was because he clicked a pop-up in hopes of having a proper conversation with a dreamy IT guy. Not that Dreamy IT guy in question knows about all of that, but whatever. If Katsuki was in Dekuâs position, he would also be worried about the fact that the safety and integrity of the public was left in the hands of guys who canât stop getting scammed by obvious pop-up ads.Â
âYour laptopâs broken again?â Deku says incredulously, as if reading Katsukiâs mind. His voice is really nice, even when he sounds confused as shit. Smooth and soft like- like a satin pillowcase. Or something. Whatever. Itâs not like they pay him to be good with words.Â
Then again, itâs not like they pay him to (unsuccessfully) flirt with the guy heâs normally supposed to see once a month max, but here he was.Â
âYeah,â says Katsuki, like he said two days ago, and then three days before that, and for the past month. Itâs easier to say than I got a pop-up ad for a BL manga and I am ninety percent sure the twink on the cover was just a recolor of Sasuke Uchiha and I clicked it because Iâm a fucking dumbass and I needed an excuse to keep coming in here and gazing into your dreamy-ass eyes. If you even care.Â
Heâs surprised Dekuâs even asking. Heâs been consistently coming in here for exactly the same reason: his laptop âmysteriouslyâ got a virus and now he needs it fixed. Heâll be back to pick it up soon, no, heâs not getting a new laptop, no, heâs not sure what happened, no, heâs not going to install some fancy-ass ad-blocker because he doesnât want to (and it would get rid of his excuse), and Dekuâs never asked this but yes, he would love to go get dinner sometime, heâs free today and tomorrow and the day after that and the rest of his life, forever, actually-Â
â...Did you,â Deku begins, like heâs searching for the right words. âUh. Do you have any idea what could have happened? Any idea at all?âÂ
I gazed into the dead-eyed stare of poorly-recolored Sasukeâs green eyes and thought of you because your eyes are also green, and less unnerving to look at, and the more I thought about that the more my mouse moved away from the âxâ button and the next thing I know, I have a virus and my desire to carnally hold your hand has overpowered any other logical thought. Thatâs what happened.Â
âNo,â Katsuki says belatedly. âFuck. Look, can you fix it or not?ïżœïżœÂ
âOf course,â says Deku. Heâs still got that little furrow in his brow. Katsuki wants to bite at it like taffy- which, is a weird fucking thing to think, scratch that- âJust- give it over, and Iâll be sure to have it ready for you in a little while.â
âCool.â He holds out his laptop. Itâs reminiscent of when he was four and showing off the cool rhinoceros beetle he caught to his mom. Heâs internally beaming with pride at his success so far, and Dekuâs got that same baffled, borderline horrified expression that his mom did.Â
Although, that particular interaction ended with the thing flying out of his hands and into his momâs cardigan and with him getting yelled at, so, maybe itâs not the ideal scenario to compare this to.
 But this encounter will end differently. Heâs got a grip on the rhinoceros beetle, now. He just has to play his cards right.Â
âSo,â he says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks so Deku wonât see how fucking sweaty they are. âYouâll have it ready by lunch tomorrow?âÂ
Deku takes the laptop and tilts his head. âUh. Yeah, I will. In fact, I can get it to you earlier than that-â
âIâll be busy for the rest of the day,â Katsuki lies. All his incident reports are done, and heâs got the night shift on patrol tomorrow. âYouâre done by 2 tomorrow, right?â
â...Yes?â
âGreat. Look, I have to stop at that fucking- crepe place, down the street, right,â he says, praying to every God there is that he looks cool and casual and not like a âDeranged Goblin Manâ, as the Hero Times described him a few months ago. âSo. When you get off work you should meet me there. At the crepe place. Tomorrow. At two pm.â
He doesnât know whatâs worse- the fact that heâs really doing this, being reduced to the same sort of emotional sap he would have made fun of only five years ago; or the fact that Present Micâs lessons on subtlety and hidden meanings in text were actually good for something.Â
Look at him, effortlessly weaving together words to create sentences with underlying motives. Heâs like a modern-day Shakespeare. Heâs golden. Heâs killing it. Bakugou Katsuki, master of words. Heâs on cloud-fucking-nine. Heâs-
âŠaaaaand Deku isnât responding.Â
Deku blinks. He opens his mouth. Closes it. He sets the laptop down, staring up at Katsuki intently, and Katsuki starts to sweat.Â
You are Bakugou Katsuki, he reminds himself. You might be down bad, but youâre not weak. It will not kill you if he rejects you. Well, itâll kill you a little. But not that much.Â
âAt the crepe pla- to give you the laptop, right?â says Deku slowly. His face is turning bright red. Katsuki goes a little weak in the knees.Â
âSure, yeah,â Katsuki says half-heartedly. âLook, if you want, I could. I dunno. Fucking- buy you a crepe or something. As payment.âÂ
Heâs so smooth. Eat your fucking heart out, Dunce Face. âZero gameâ, his ass.Â
âSure,â Deku says, scratching the back of his neck, smile just a tad bit shy. His face is still mildly flushed. Katsuki swoons (and does his best to not let it show on his face). âI- uh. Iâd like that. I guess.âÂ
âCool,â says Katsuki. âCool. Great. Okay, bye. Be there or else. Bye. See you.â
He turns on his heel and power walks out of the room, not once looking back, even when Pigtails nearly crashes into him or when Deku makes a noise suspiciously like heâs slamming his head against the desk. He walks out of the room, into the hallway, back to his own office.
The door slams shut behind him. He takes a deep breath. Squeezes his eyes shut. A breathlessly excited grin forces his way onto his face, and he pumps his fists, victorious.Â
He's got a date.
part one/part two
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Chasing The Wind (Tyler Owens x OFC)
Summary: Five years have gone by since the life-altering storm chase that impacted Y/N and her sister Kate. Through the years Y/N has experienced Highs and lows, but eventually found her place with Tyler and The rest of the Tornado Wranglers. However, when Kate returns home to collaborate with Storm Par, Y/N attempts to mend their relationship only to be rebuffed. It appears that Kate is solely heeding Javi's words and disregarding reality. Will she be able to make Kate see the truth?
Read the Prologue here
Chapter 1
5 Years Later
âBye Mamaâ I said hugging her
âBye sweetheart, thank you for coming to visitâ I smiled
âOf course, Mamaâ I got out of the car, and as Iâm walking to the diner she yells âY/N!â I turn around âYou tell Tyler to be carefulâ I rolled my eyes
âWe will be carefulâ She squinted her eyes suspiciously
âIâm telling you, if you get hurt, I am coming for himâ I laughed
âOk mom, Iâll tell himâ
âThatâs all I ask. Love you sweetieâ
âLove you tooâ I waved as she drove off. I looked around the old Diner, I havenât been here in a while. It looks pretty much the same, just a little worn down. The parking lot is full of wanna be storm chasers waiting for news of a big twister coming so they can go and take lots of pictures.
As I walk further I let out a scoff when I see Storm Par waiting in the wings. Javi and I started Storm Par and I was so excited. Then Javi brought in a new business partner and I kind of got pushed to the side, which I didnât mind all that much at first, but when I saw the shady investors they were dealing with I packed up my stuff and left. When we started we were in the business of helping people, now It seems they are in the business of just making money.
Scott, Javiâs business partner saw me and gave me a cocky smirk before turning around and went back to his conversation.
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After quickly running to the bathroom I walk back out and stop in my tracks when I see Javi, and âKATE?â I yelled. Her head snapped up and she gave me a slight smile, but didnât seem that happy to see me. I walked over and gave her a hug, even though she didnât return it I didnât care
âHey sisâ Kate said âWhat are you doing out here? Are you still chasing?â She asked
âYeah, You would know that If you answered my callsâ I said with a laugh, she frowned
âIâm not that good with communication Y/Nâ I nodded, Javi walked over to us and I glared at him. This man use to be one of my best friends now I canât stand the sight of him.
âHey, Y/Nâ
âJaviâ I greeted, turning my head back to Kate
âSo what are you doing out here?â I asked her
âI convinced her to come out for a week, to help us get our data. You know she has the best instincts.â
âI believe I was talking to my sister, not youâ I said
âY/N, Chillâ Javi said, I know my face was full of anger âKate is in safe hands with Storm Par⊠you know better than anyone we have some of the best safety protocolsâ Kate looked in-between the two of us.
âY/N, you chase with Storm Par? Why didnât you tell me Javi?â She asked confused
âNo, No she use to work with us, hell this company was her idea⊠Our baby if you willâ I rolled my eyes, and let out a sarcastic laugh âThen she ditched us to go be with some less funded storm chasersâ
âThatâs not the full story Javi and you know it, maybe you should tell her the truth about where all the money comes from and how you are nothing but a fraudâ Kate put her hand up
âY/N stop, Javi is our friendâ
âMaybe your friend, he hasnât been mine in a long timeâ We were cut off by loud music coming into the parking lot, and even though I was not in a particularly good mood, I still couldnât help but smile when I saw Tyler drive up
âBehold, Tyler Owensâ Javi said
âWho is he?â Kate asked, but before I have a chance to answer Javi said
âRedneck storm chasers with a youtube channelâ I rolled my eyes âHim and his group including Y/N, call themselves Tornado Wranglers. The go around and do crazy stunts and stupid shit that is going to get them all killed one dayâ of course he leaves out the part about how we help the community and help get people food and water, but whatever. Kate turned to me
âYou left Storm Par for thatâ
âI did, but Iâm not going to explain myself to you sis. Go ahead and believe every word out of Javiâs mouth, but when youâre ready to hear the true story you have my numberâ I said walking over to the truck. I pushed my way through the adoring fans, and When Tyler saw me he smiled brightly.
âONE MORE TIME, IF YOU FEEL ITâŠâ
âCHASE ITâ everyone yelled back, He hopped down off the running board and took my hand in his.
âHey babyâ he finally said to me, I wrapped my arms around him, and he immediately hugged me back. âYou ok?â he asked.
âNot really, but Iâm happy youâre hereâ He ran his hands up and down my back
âCâmonâ He said, he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him, I couldnât help but giggle, I have no idea where we are going but I donât care I would follow Tyler anywhere. I love this man with all my heart. He is the smartest, funniest, kindest, hottest man I have ever met in my life. He pulled me around the back of the diner, and once we were out of sight of everyone. We stopped walking.
âI have a good idea of what we are doing back here Ty, but do you wanna tell me why you dragged me back here?â I smirked. Without saying a word or breaking eye contact. He walked me back against the wall.
âYou look so fucking sexy when you wear my shirtsâ I looked down at what I am wearing, Tylerâs shirts get torn up a lot so most of the time instead of throwing them out, I will cut them into a crop top or something, and it turns him feral. He nuzzled his face into my neck, and started leaving light kisses âI missed you, next time you are coming to Arkansas with meâ
âI missed you too, and you got itâ I giggled. âWhat?â I asked when I noticed he was staring at me.
âNothing, just Sometimes I just like to look at you just because you are so beautifulâ I frowned
âTyâ I said attempting to push him away. He knows I hate being called pretty, or beautiful because Iâm not. My body is covered in horrible scars from the accident 5 years ago. My car flipped 10 times, I know I am lucky because I could be dead, but it doesnât make it any easier. His hard strong body stopped made it easy for him to keep me pushed against the wall.
âY/N, Babyâ He whispered into my ear. I felt a shiver run down my spine âYou are a fucking goddess, the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. You are beautiful, funny, smart, and a whirlwind and I love you more than anything in this world. The scars are just proof of how strong you are, in my eyes they make you 10x more beautiful than you already are.â I know I have tears in my eyes. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck.
âI love you too, Now will you please kiss me?â he smirked, he leaned down and brought his lips to mine. I sighed into the kiss, He has been gone a week, and a week without kissing him has been torture. I felt his hands run down my back, and down to my butt. He squeezed my ass, and I broke the kiss to let out a little laugh and squeal.
âTYLERâ I giggled. Without warning he immediately lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and made sure I held tight as he pushed me back against the wall and we continued to make out.
âTyler and Y/N! Can yaâll stop sucking face for 2 seconds so we can go chase a storm?â Boone yelled, I giggled.
âWeâll be there in a minute Booneâ Tyler said. Once Boone walked away, I Jumped down and sighed.
âThat was cut much shorter than I would have likedâ I mumbled
âDonât worry baby, tonight we make up for a week of no alone timeâ I giggled. He grabbed my hand and we started walking toward the truck. When I heard
âY/Nâ I turned around and saw Kate running over to me. Tyler looked at me suspiciously, I smiled
âGo ahead Iâll be there in a secondâ He nodded before walking off.
âJavi just told me all about Tyler and yaâll Tornado Wranglersâ I smirked
âAnd?â I said waiting for her to continue
âY/N, how could you abandon Storm Par, and Javi for that jerk. Are you sleeping with him?â I looked at her shocked.
âI see Javi didnât tell you the truth, so donât come over here and make me out to be some sort of bad guy. You donât know the full story, but by all means listen to Javi and not your own sister.â I started to walk away, and she yelled.
âJavi wouldnât lie to meâ She said I nodded
âSure he wouldnâtâ I started to walk away again when I yelled back, âOh by the way I am sleeping with Tyler by the way, itâs quite normal for women to sleep with their fiancĂ©âsâ
âYouâre⊠youâre getting married?â
âYou would have known that if you answered any of my callsâ I sighed âYou know sis, I donât know what Javi did or said to get you to come back out here⊠but just so you know he has other motives.â I walked back toward the truck, I opened the passenger door
âBoone get in the backâ Tyler said
âWhy?â I sighed
âBoone get in the damn back, before I make you stay hereâ He grumbled and climbed in.
âReady baby?â Tyler asked
âAlwaysâ
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pairing: afab!reader x kim mingyu
word count: 3.5k
summary: sometimes it's hard to say what you want. sometimes, mingyu is just being insufferably coy.
content warning: more smut, slight angst, boyfriend!mingyu, nudity, explicit sexual acts (dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex), discussions about contraception, dacryphilia(?), dom/sub dynamics, slight degradation, pet names, sub!mingyu is losing his mind
a/n: hugely inspired by @highvern who made my soul sparkle when i read the 'teach me' series and then had to get all my feelings out in a self-indulgent gyu fic. ty once again to @beomcoups and @wonuwoe for being my champions <3 and for your patience! hope this is even a little bit as special for you to read as it was for me to write ˶ᔠᔠá”˶
Broad, brawny, strapping young idol, Kim Mingyu. The very image of a gym rat, filling every space he enters twice the size of everyone else; A true BFG.Â
And a total mess beneath your gaze as you ride his fingers without rest, legs bucking you up every time he presses against your g-spot and sends stars flying up your body and out through your mouth.Â
Mingyu has always admired (envied, resented, adored) your self control. It makes him feel like a horny loser for never lasting as long as you do, and eternally grateful that he can stay hard after cumming just to feel you palpitate around him with your quiet, quivering sighs, launching him into another orgasm even more devastating than the last.Â
When youâd first got together and had the sex safety talk, you told him he could âjust pull outâ, and in that moment heâd felt relatively confident about his abilities. But then heâd felt you, and tasted you, and before you could even get your panties off, he was leaking more precum than felt humanly possible.
Youâd agreed to take birth control to curb his crippling fear of coming inside unexpectedly. And for your own peace of mind. Which seemed easier settled than his, frighteningly resigned to the side effects that birth control might bring â a concern he wouldnât let you neglect, encouraging you to attend regular check ups every other month.Â
Eventually you told him that while it was endearing he cared so much, it could feel a little overbearing from time to time. It still took a boat load of convincing to get him on board with the pill. Youâd said you knew the risks, and while it was unfair there was no male equivalent, youâd shown no abnormal reaction to the pill and were an adult; you knew well enough how to take care of yourself. How you cared a whole lot about your body, and his misled doting could border on condescension if he wasnât careful.Â
(Heâd put on a brave face for your conversation, never wanting to make it about himself, then cried to his mom on the phone later that day about how selfish heâd been. She told him to get over it and to try being a woman.)Â
Perhaps if he was a woman heâd be in less pain right now. Watching you wind down over a glass of wine like he wasnât sulking up a fit, his cock so hard that it crooned against his boxers.Â
Despite his size and laid-back demeanor, heâs always been a bit bashful. Blushing at the slightest pinch of attention and covering his face with his jersey over some good-natured teasing. It was too bad heâd made himself such an easy target over the years. Any attempt to become non-chalant was at odds with every preexisting relationship in his life and was imminently met with even more teasing.Â
Still, no one makes him feel as embarrassed as you do. Itâs like a sick cycle. You peek one second too long at his lips and his ears turn pink, making you grin, filling his chest with a familiar ache and making his dick purr.
âExcited, Gyu?â youâd asked him just an hour ago, sat squished together on the lounge loveseat. Your hand poised on his thigh as he tried not to salivate over your compliments. Youâd just been doting on him over his latest interview, head heavy with giggles as you rolled around and gushed about your âgorgeous boyfriendâ . Youâd been particularly tickled by the discussion of âMen in their 20sâ, Mingyuâs input being as loathing as youâd expect. Once youâd had your fun imitating his exasperated response, you pet his hair like he was a well-trained dog and scratched under his chin for good measure.Â
Thatâs where this particular spiral started.Â
The bristle of your nails against the hollow of his jaw left him struggling not to pant. It hadnât been two days since youâd last touched him, and already he was feeling a little lightheaded. This didnât stop him from tucking his tail between his legs and pretending to be a good, placid, boy. Eyes all round and twinkling like a deer in headlights; mouth agape as he tries to say that dinner is in the fridge and heâd happily heat it up for you as soon as youâdâ
Then, youâd raked those same hands over his neck. And like a never-before-touched-40-year-old-virgin, he let out a pornographic whimper, curling into you with legs spread just wide enough to display the stiff beneath his shorts.
âMy puppy, whatâs wrong?âÂ
Instead of answering, he purses his lips and takes a few short, constricted breaths. Closing his eyes as if he can will this whole situation away (or to a head) by pretending it doesnât exist.
âCanât help you if you wonât talk to me, Gyu.âÂ
It was his least practiced skill: just fucking saying what he wants. Heâs always too caught up in how turned on you make him or how vulnerable he feels. How deeply he enjoys the way you look at him with the eyes of a predator, and how hot he gets at the thought of being your prey.
âGyu. Slow down.â For a man with the body mass Mingyu possesses, heâs always had a lack of spatial awareness. Bumping into the kitchen island every other morning; bonking heads in the elevator when he tries to give you a forehead kiss; generally not noticing injuries until heâs flexing in the bathroom mirror and a large bruise has appeared where once there was nothing.
His sex drive was no exception. He grinds against the cotton of his trousers without a single thought, even now as you lay your hand heavy against his throat and mock him for it.
âSuch a desperate little puppy, canât even breathe, humping yourself like a bitch in heat.â
With his airways partially blocked and his eyes squeezed shut, this friction feels almost as good as your hand might.Â
âStop.â This time, the instruction is clear, the heel of your palm digging into his hip bone and forcing him to sit still. He trembles like an injured animal and you donât hide your snort; the sound is like a bitter spirit left on his salivary glands and it only makes him more liquid in your arms.
âTell me what you want me to do and Iâll help you, bug.â
âMâsorry, canâtâŠâÂ
âGyu.â Itâs a firm warning and still he bites his tongue in resistance:
âIâ Fuck⊠ngh, canât, I canâtââ
Working himself up over something as simple as wanting to be touched⊠Well, it makes you wonder if he enjoys being punished. Tears already trail down his temples, thick and heavy as they fall into his damp hair, and every time you lick at the salty water he bucks up into nothing again.
Thereâs only one way this is going to end. At this rate, with how youâre repeating his favorite nickname in the arch of his ear, the idea of playing nonchalant seems hilarious. How could he ever stay quiet or, god forbid, composed with you around?
It wasnât always this way, mind you. Communication was a huge part of your relationship. Of course that included acknowledging anything that made you feel ashamed or unattractive. Physical, taboo, emotional: when one of you got shy, you were given a week of grace to iron things out, then youâd have to face the music and let the other in. It didnât matter how. Actually, there were an infinite amount of ways to sort things out and you were both sticklers for likelihoods and probabilities.
But after six months, Mingyu still couldnât verbalize his needs. The two ways heâd express himself were whimpering at inopportune moments or folding his legs extra tight until you got the idea. Initially, it was endearing; even after all this time, itâs still sweet and adorable (and a little bit of a turn-on). It sure gave you ample ground to assert your dominance over him. It also gave you a lot to tease him about after the fact. But in some ways, it suffocated you. In some ways, it made you feel gross for controlling the narrative.Â
âActually,â you reckon with a tone so disinterested he isnât sure how to recognize it as your voice: âI donât feel like this right now.âÂ
Then you cross your legs and shuffle across the couch, plucking your phone from the coffee table to retreat inside of it. Youâre sure there was an abandoned webtoon chapter to keep you distracted. Anything to quell the bile rising in your throat.Â
Before he has a moment to recognize how blue his balls are, Mingyu makes the most sorrowful sound youâve ever heard. Your head whips around, and what you find is devastating: the big lug has his knees tucked to his chest with his hands squishing against his cheeks. His pearly teeth are gnashed together but barely visible behind his forearm as his shoulders shudder, up and down, up and down.
âPlease, please, donât stop⊠touching, me, need⊠Please donât stop, want youâ can you?â and when his begging ends in a whisper of your name, your resolve snaps. You slide onto the ground, hands weaseling between his knees as you look up at him through bleary eyes of your own.Â
âGyu?â
âno, no, Iâm sorry, I know. Know Iâm the worst â so stupid,â
While you expect him to react poorly, this was not the way youâd wanted it to go. The tears that leave his eyes arenât pleasant or cathartic-theyâre crushing. The weight of his sobs makes him look so so small, and his shoulders twitch at your slightest touch, and now you feel even sicker. But you hold it in, knowing that thereâs no way heâll calm down without a steady hand guiding him.
âMingyu, breathe baby. Breathe. Letâs just try to breathe together.âÂ
It only takes a few rounds of counting in squares to wind him down, after which he wipes his tears roughly and clears his throat.Â
âSorry forââÂ
âItâs okay to cry. Iâm sorry for overwhelming you. And stopping so suddenly.â A small point of contact between you remains at the apex of his ankle and the soft of your hand. Itâs not enough but itâs the only thing that reminds him to breathe.Â
âI knowâknow itâs okay to cry.âÂ
You snuffle a giggle at his pouty response; âI know you know itâs okay to cry. But sometimes we donât feel that way, yâknow.âÂ
God. Youâre so stupidly smart. So patient with him. God, heâs in love with you. And heâs such a mess.
âOf course⊠Of course I want to say it,â he tries to avoid your gaze but the fingers now pressing on his calf wonât let him.Â
âWant to tell you what I want. But Iâm really.. Iâm so scared. Scared and not really of you, even though itâs kind of hot when I am, but something about it feels⊠wrong?âÂ
You listen without interrupting him or egging him on, chuckling when it seems appropriate and nodding as he trips over his words in worry.
âLike Iâm⊠being like, I dunno, Iâm not being the man? Or⊠something.
His hesitation is filled with sniffles against the overpriced hoodie heâd purchased just a week before. Heâll curse himself out for that later, undoubtably. Good thing he has the knack for a good hand wash.
âBut I want to⊠I wanna try. Can I try?âÂ
âNow?â
âMmâŠÂ want you now.âÂ
Hearing it from his mouth for the first time in so long sends a bright red flush all over you. Your head dips low as a coy grin replaces that wrinkle between your brows youâd been keeping warm. Mingyu settles his focus on your face to avoid any more distractions. The demure purse of your lips is more than enough to encourage him to continue. Even if he stutters in anticipation a bit along the way.
âSo beautiful. I, I love your smile, makes me feel so warm andâŠweird? Good weird, just like I wanna kiss you all the time. And look at you smiling. And at the same time, smiling at me, and I love it when I feel your tongue on mine, fuck, when I feel your tongue at allâÂ
His words flow freely as you stretch your legs over his and settle in his lap. His hands move in even strokes down your sides and arms and thighs, gently cupping your face as he admires you. Well, it certainly seems like heâs getting the hang of it.Â
âSâall I can think about when I get sweaty⊠So weird, but I get sweaty and I imagine you licking it off me, shit, look at how pretty you are, shit, shit,â
As he hears himself, he suddenly feels like he could wax poetic for hours (or ramble, whatever this was). If it meant making you look as pleased as you do right now, heâd happily make a living out of it.Â
âCan I touch you? So beautiful, wanna feel yaâŠâ The drawl of his accent gets thicker as he rambles on.
âYou sure, puppy?â After all that emotional exhaustion it feels a bit strange to be so intimate. The last thing you want is for him to smother his feelings with sex. But then you see the conviction in his flared nostrils and set lips; the very face he makes when youâve had a bad day and insist everything is fine. When all he ever wants is an excuse to shower you with his love.Â
âYes. Fâyouâll let me?â And when he asks so nicely, who are you to deny him?
Thereâs a slight back and forth as he tries to unbutton your jeans as fast as possible and it all goes so quickly you donât really register how awkward it is, wiggling out of them in his lap on the couch. But Mingyuâs athleticism never fails him, especially in moments like these.Â
The foray over your sticky panties has him searching maniacally for some purchase beneath you. He rubs and pulls and taps until youâre canting into his knuckles sporadically. By the time heâs pulled them to the side and gathers your wetness in his grip, he might be the hardest heâs ever been.Â
âGod, gonna, wanna make you cumâcan I please? Show you?âÂ
Itâs your turn now to be silent, nodding profusely into his cheek as you nibble at his earlobe. Thereâs one sentiment you refuse to voice in this moment, as the pad of his thumb zeroes in on your clit and drags it in circles: that youâre cooked. Youâve never been this wet in your life, and if you had an ounce of self-awareness left in you, youâd shudder at the slick mess youâve made. Or the blown out pupils lolling to the back of your head. Or the saliva that drools down your chin in excess and slings onto his.Â
But Mingyu is no better: if you werenât sitting atop him, a dangerous puddle of his own precum would be proudly on display. Somehow the thought turns him on even more.Â
âCould come like this, in my pants, nnghh, but I wanna, wanna do it while you ride my fingers, can youâŠâÂ
âFuck! Gyu, just gimmeââ The sentence dies before its finish as he takes your excited exclamation and sprints. The longest of his four fingers push into your hole to fit snugly against your walls, pulsing against him like theyâre welcoming him home.Â
âLove feeling you on me, my fingers, myânngh, my cock, made for me, made for youâ It comes out a sadistic whine while he bullies them into you with that same doe eyed look.
âGot so much to do, wanna do, wanna makeââ
âGyu, sâgood. So good. All mine.â
âYours. All yours, fâyouâll have me? Have me?â
The words circulate from your empty head straight to your core and you swear, you could cry. He keeps pleading for you to have him and take him and the fever of it all overwhelms you.
In the fissure between the pit of your stomach and where all this untenable excitement likes to linger, something weird begins to coil. Heating so rapidly that you have no time to warn him of it. One moment youâre there, and then next, youâre not; Youâre somewhere where thereâs color as far as the eye can see, and all you can feel is bliss. Once you do manage to open your eyes, you notice the pool of liquid that now sticks his tank top and pants to his lower belly and thighs.Â
Well, shit. You just squirted. And in record time, Mingyu might add. Was this all he had to do to get you riled up? Just divulge his every wet dream and watch you crumble beneath (or atop) him? Â
You donât even double take his soaked white shirt, now stuck to his abdomen with slick, or the dampened the seat of his pants that leave very little to the imagination. Youâre wasted with the whiplash of everything that has just happened and truthfully, you couldnât care less.Â
The only thing that brings reality back to your conscience is the continuing buck of his hips.
âMy baby, did so good. You wanna cum?âÂ
âYes!â Heâs squeaking at this point, a pile of incoherent pet names and wet moans. He could probably come in his pants if you hadnât suggested otherwise, just happy to be in close proximity to you like this: Soaking his clothes and skin and all sweaty all over him.Â
Mingyu is so distracted by the image that he barely notices the sticky feelings of his trousers being pulled off.Â
âHands are shaking, mâsorry, your handsââÂ
âI know Gyu. Itâs okay.â
Thereâs no space for him to hold you til youâre steadyâhis primary concernâwith your entrance fluttering over him, still reeling from your orgasm. An ache he didnât even realize was there is relieved the moment you stretch around him. Welcoming him home. He really could die happy like this: admiring the curve of your chin from below and so, so warm. The image of you, anchoring yourself on his shoulders and hips settled between his, is one heâll be haunted by forever.Â
âGo.â You say it with the last of your energy and a firm bite to his neck.Â
He doesnât need any further instruction; heâs so fucking glad youâll still tell him what to do.Â
The rhythm he sets is animalistic. Heaving and whining and fucking up into you with more force than youâd expected him to be capable of. Something feral takes over your boyfriend and you wish you had the energy to watch it. Maybe youâll just have to do this all again with a camera filming. God, that would drive him absolutely insane.
With the pace and how worked up heâs become, itâs no surprise when he pulls out a few minutes later to come. Strong arms yank you down and suddenly youâre sat on top of his cock, grinding it against his stomach with his direction.
âComing, Iâm, nnngh fuck!â Mingyuâs voice rises about two octaves as he finishes in white all over his belly. It spurts out long enough for you to feel the aftershocks. In his shivering thighs, in his clenched abs, and the overstimulated cries that catch in his throat.
It may take a long time to recover, but youâre grateful for the break. When Mingyu stands from the couch with you in his arms, you already know heâs taking you to the shower. He strips you as carefully as he can muster and grimaces at the messes made of you both in the harsh overhead light.Â
âYou shower first.â Itâs the first thing youâve said in a while and he seems bewildered; not just by your wary voice, but by the idea of taking care of himself before taking care of you. So cute, you think. But you refuse to let up. You take a towel from the heated rack and gather all of your clothes in it, holding the sack out as if to say âadd it to the pileâ. Once heâs naked you shove him gently towards the running water and drag yourself out to the laundry room. It only takes a few seconds before you hear those long feet shuffling behind you.Â
âDonât even think about it. Iâll be right back.âÂ
A silence lingers and you know full well he hasnât turned back just yet. Alright. Youâll coax him through this part.Â
âIâll shower with you. Just make sure itâs warm for me?â He giggles at that. All it takes is making something a task for Mingyu to thrust himself into it, full force. The retreating footfall that follows is more than enough to make you smile. And laugh, just a bit.Â
âThank you, Gyu.âÂ
âAnything for you.â
penned by rowan. in reference to this interview among other things.
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Peter's Vows
When Derek is born, there is an earthquake. Beacon Hills is many things, but it is not a place of earthquakes. This is an anomaly, this sudden shaking of the land, and Peter watches Talia go through the pain of birthing a cub, and he makes note of how her cries resonate with the moving earth. As the baby is brought to the world of the living, the earth shakes more; giddy, Peter thinks of the land. Giddy at this baby's birth. That's what it is.
The town reels with the destruction, however minimal it seems to be. It is the strangeness of the earthquake that has the people in a panic, and it takes two days of Mayor Yukimura calling for council meetings and community barbecues that they begin to somehwat calm down.
The baby is named Derek on the first day itself, born underneath the Nemeton, his pale blue eyes reflecting the moonlight in silver hues. Talia sobs with relief, Nathan beside her, stroking her hair. Laura is back at the pack house, safely tucked in the bed, the rest of the pack members keeping watch. Talia had wanted to bring her with them, fearing the worst of the anomaly, but their mom had convinced her to not do it. The birth of the Alpha's cub is a big deal, but it is also private: only the Mate, Emissary and Left Hand are allowed to be present, for comfort, safety, and protection, respectively.
It has been tradition since ages, and Talia is the last person to break it.
Derek is a calm baby. Sleeps through the night, doesn't cry for attention. Only does it for feeding, his survival instinct as strong as his lungs. Peter adores him, even if he may never admit it to anyone.
He is also curious about the boy. Why an earthquake? It cannot be a coincidence. Truly, he wonders how some people can be so dumb. Calling it a coincidence is insulting to the Powers That Be, which must have called upon such a natural reaction of the land for a reason. Derek is a special boy, and Peter vows to find out how.
Besides his incredibly compassionate heart, that is.
It is in his eyes, which have slowly turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, the kindness of him. Derek's trust is not so easily earned, but once it is, it is extremely difficult to dislodge it.
Derek is a boy destined to become a kind man, one that will be an Alpha with mercy in his heart but cunning in his mind. Peter sees the makings of it right from the beginning, the way the boy will procure solutions to his own problems as well as those he deems important to him. Laura is the first born and thus has the claim to being the next Hale Alpha, however Peter knows, somehow, perhaps instinctually, that Derek will be the Alpha.
Another piece of the puzzle falls in place when their emissary falls pregnant. She's an amazing woman, Claudia. Peter likes her wit and humor, and he enjoys the perspective of her husband, the deputy, and if luck is on his side, soon-to-be Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Peter is happy for the couple.
He is, also, astonished to see an almost five-year-old Derek climb onto Claudia's lap one morning, his small fists rubbing against his eyes, and his nose scrunching determinedly to find a scent.
Peter remembers the conversation well.
"Derek, honey? What are you trying to find?"
"Mine," is what Derek growls in reply to Claudia, and shoves his nose against her barely-showing belly.
Peter's laughing figure is shot out of the end of the couch and onto the floor by Claudia's impeccable throw of one of the decorative pillows from said couch.
Thereafter, it was peculiar but not unseemly to find Derek following beside Claudia, his whole little being focused on the life forming inside her. And when the night came, Peter wasn't at all surprised to witness the thunderstorm.
Claudia had plans of giving birth in the hospital, but due to miscalculated steps, or simply because of reasons not privy to them, the best possible option left for her seemed to be below the Nemeton.
John had lost his damn mind at the prospect. "It's raining! Heavily!"
"Talia gave birth in an earthquake," Claudia says through gritted teeth, "And the baby doesn't care, nor do I, John. It isâ"
Her words are cut off by another scream, and she is right, of course. It is time.
Talia, John, and Peter are the only ones who should go with her, but Derek, the little sneaky wolf that he seems to have become, follows them. It isn't until halfway through that John, the human, realizes his presence first.
They move forward with the determined little boy, who is all sopping wet in his wolf onesie, and really, this is no laughing matter. Except it is.
Claudia is brought below the Nemeton, and the tree, big and branching and beautiful, hums in their presence. The canopy of it sheds them some, but not completely.
And so, under hard rain and sharp thunderstorms, MieczysĆaw Stilinski is born, his little body almost white under the moonlight, and his eyes, when they open, a shock of topaz, like a glinting jewel; a fallen angel, Peter thinks.
Derek carefully wraps the baby in the blanket Talia removes from the packed bag, her movements locked onto her son's and the baby's, while John tends to his wife.
Peter watches. He notes the way the baby is calmest in Derek's arms, the way Derek is mesmerized.
This is more than just being True Mates.
True Mates itself are the rarest of occurrences, but something tells him this is more than that. The earthquake, and this sudden rain, in April of all things, simply cannot be coincidence. There must be a reason, one that Peter must uncover.
In the coming years, he dedicates his time to the quest, and finds that, oh, this is something unique indeed.
Unique to the point of legend.
Of course, he gathers facts before telling anyone. Derek's control goes onto the list, as does his ability to switch between his shift as easy as breathing. Having such control at the age of seven is almost impossible, but he has it without the growing ego that would have inflated anyone else's with the amount of praise he gets.
Stiles, as Derek had nicknamed MieczysĆaw almost immediately post his arrival in the world, is no human. His mother's line has some pretty strong magical abilities, but the kind of power that this boy exudes surpasses imagination. Nobody notices at first, not even Peter, until Stiles is a couple of months past his third birthday. It truly isn't until Derek, almost nine, comes down from his room one day into the kitchen, says, "Which packet, Stiles?" that they realize it.
"Honey, he isn't a wolf. He cannot hear you," Nathan tells him, but Derek just shrugs.
"He is for today."
Peter hears the, "Blue one! Blue one! Blue is sooo pretty, Derek!" from Stiles, who is definitely sitting in Derek's room, upstairs.
Derek grabs the blue packet and goes upstairs, and Peter follows, followed by Talia and Nathan, who beckon Claudia as well.
Stiles sitting on the floor, a myriad of toys around him, while the packets of chips sit beside him, torn open, evidently by Derek's claws, who himself is playing with Stiles.
And they're both being fed flying chips.
The three wolves turn to Claudia as one. Her shaking head and awed face is enough to clue them in, and really, Peter thinks, this is fucking incredible.
Powers don't manifest as early as this in magic wielders. They're more of the puberty package, tied to emotions at the beginning rather than will.
This is... defying it.
Peter loves to see when the next piece of the puzzle will fall.
And it does oh so enticingly.
Years later, when Derek is fourteen and Stiles is almost nine, comes the first trial. The Alpha Summit & The Argent Treaty.
Peter doesn't believe Gerard's words to do no harm, so he sets up precautions in place. It pays off, because during the summit, he almost ends up blinding Deaucalion â something that could have turned super bad if left unchecked.
Gerard's attack is met with swift retaliation, but somehow, only his goons end up dead. Gerard himself remains free, and through sheer will, maybe, the old man manages to kidnap Laura.
By the time the adults sniff out their cub, they're too late.
Not in the sense of Laura being hurt, but in the terms of missing the action, somewhat.
When they enter the warehouse, they are faced with Gerard being held down by a black wolf, fangs around his neck, the eyes of the creature a deep, ruby red. Deeper than Talia's. At first, they all assume it to be one of the visiting Alphas, but then they realize Stiles' presence, too, and it clicks.
Stiles frees Laura from the painful looking electric rod, and comes back to Derek, coaxes him back to his human form as Peter and Nathan take care of the psychopath.
Laura lets Talia mother her, and then says, "We'll have two Alphas."
Talia looks at the now human Derek, and eyes shining with pride, she nods. "Come here, both of you," she beckons, and the boys run, Stiles' chattering a comforting sound for all of them.
A few weeks later, Derek admits to everyone he has a new friend, and talks about her often. Paige this, Paige that. Laura teases him, restrained in her words, trying not to upset Derek's control. Even Cora pulls back. Stiles, though, is almost worse.
He riles Derek to the point of him using his Alpha voice to shut up, and the whole Pack silences itself, even Talia. Stiles, though â an exception to all things sane â doesn't back down. The voice doesn't work on him, and Derek isn't phased by it. However, the smell of guilt filters through their home, and Stiles' sigh is followed by comforting words. There is no apologizing though.
Soon, they'll learn from Derek himself that he hates that everyone is walking on eggshells. That is why he kept bringing up Paige, so that someone would tease him, uncle Peter, Laura, Cora. Or that Stiles would rile him up.
"Why would he, though? He should be happy for you. I am." Cora's words are met with a laugh from Derek, and a groan of embarrassement from Stiles.
"He's weirdly possessive â don't push me, you know you are."
"Alright," Stiles sighs, "I am."
"And Paige is a great friend, but I don't nearly think about her as much as I might have let you all believe."
And that is when Peter sees it. The blink-and-you-will-miss-it purple flash of Stiles' eyes. Peter doesn't put thought into why now; he simply focuses on completing the puzzle.
And he does. True Alpha and Purple Eyes? That's easy.
That's legend.
Set in stone as the first Alpha and the first Emissary as well as Spark, who, arguably, also set in stone the sword of Excalibur.
That part of the legend has questionable sources, though. Sure, Merlin Emrys is, as per theories, the most powerful sorcerer of all time, and Arthur Pendragon the greatest ruler, the once and future king, but it doesn't have as much merit.
What Peter is sure about is that somehow, the Powers That Be decided that this is the pack to send these two to.
He watches Stiles argue about the best type of pasta with Derek, and thinks, suddenly, that perhaps this is their happy ending. What legends end happy? None. So this must be their time to be happy.
Peter vows another quest, then. To always protect Derek and Stiles.
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MY PARENTSâ RINGS
carl grimes x fem!reader
(you and carl have been âmarriedâ since childhood.)
tags: flufffff, slight angst, mentions of death.
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Youâve known Carl since you were born. Your moms were bestfriends from high school whoâd miraculously gotten pregnant around the same time which, naturally, made you best friends as well. You canât remember your guysâ first play date, youâd been having sleepovers with him every weekend as well.
Around kindergarten, there was an activity in class where you guys could make jewelry. Carl at the time was completely in love with you, although then you werenât particularly interested in boys and were more interested in exploring and adventures, you needed someone to go on adventures with.
So, when heâd walked up to you on the playground with the ring he made very poorly, your five year old brain knew exactly where it was going. He proposed to you right there in the pokey wood chips under the slide which by the way was covered in cobwebs. How romantic. You thought that if heâd gone on many adventures with you previously, if he was your husband heâd be forced to be your adventure partner. So you said yes. On the condition heâd be by your side for all your escapades. âAnything for you angel.â He responded.
He held you to it, too. Heâd continue to call you his wife and angel, a nickname thatâd stick for the rest of your childhood. Everyone knew how much heâd loved you and how much he protected you from anything that could possibly harm you in any way. There was a spider in your room? Heâd kill it. Someone was bothering you? Heâd help you work it out. You got in an argument with your parents? He was close enough with them to argue with them for you. You ended up helping him through the death of his own father who was also someone youâd looked up to for a long time.
Then, the apocalypse started. You were at Carlâs house with Lori when Shane had arrived to round everyone up. Theyâd return back to your house to rally up your parents but when Shane went inside to get them, you heard his gun go off a couple times.
He walked out that house alone with a big frown on his face.
So you sobbed the whole time and Carl cuddled your side, holding your hand and occasionally shed some tears. He helped you process it, granted you both were ten but he knew what it was like to lose a parent. When Rick came back, he apologized oddly enough. âAngelâŠIâm sorry my dad came back.â He told you as you hid in the blanket on your cot that was set up in the Grimesâ tent. You flipped over on your side to look at him. âWhy did yours get to come back and not mine?â
Your guysâ âmarriageâ hit a rough patch to say the least. At some point, Carl walked up to Rick with the dilemma. âMy wife is mad at meâŠhow do you make mom feel better?â He asked. Rick informed Lori on the situation and she helped you understand. So from there you dropped your little grudge and realized that you loved Carl back. It only took you maybe five years and yeah you were quite young to know you loved him the way you did, but he was the only person in your life whoâd stay consistent; even with the world dying.
A good amount of time had passed, when Shane died the first thing you wanted to do was take anything he possibly had on him. So, you took his 22 necklace and his jacket. Handling his dead body that young wasnât ideal but you needed to remember him. You shoved his necklace in your pockets and threw his jacket on before escaping from the walkers flooding into the farm.
Upon finding safety, you pull out Shaneâs necklace to discover heâd kept your parents rings on his necklace. You didnât say anything about it, you hid them for the right time. Heâd notice them later but he kept quiet about it.
Youâd gone through the prison, then Terminus. It felt like Carl had never stopped touching you throughout everything. He was holding your hand or maybe even had his hand gripping your thigh. Heâd reassure you by holding you or kissing your cheek repeatedly. He made sure you were well fed while you and the group were on the road after losing Beth. âHere, Angel, take this.â He handed you half of his granola bar.
âAngel, need some water to wash that down?â Abraham nudged a water bottle your way, Carl looked at him funny which caught a couple peopleâs attentions. Abraham looked around. âWhat?â He questioned. No one really responded but Tara spoke up, clearing her throat awkwardly before speaking. âIâve uhâŠIâve learnt that âAngelâ is just a Carl thing.â She explains. Abraham processes and Rick sort of laughs. âYeah Iâve known her since sheâs was bornâŠhe wonât even let me call her that either.â He looks to Carl with a teasing smile, prompting the others to sort of smirk and giggle themselves. âWell my apologies.â
Carl gives Abraham a forgiving nod.
Getting to Alexandria was like a breath of fresh air. You and Carl were able to be somewhat of a normal teenage couple who could go on dates and make out in places they shouldnât. He helped ease your nerves with the new environment, despite his own considering he didnât know how real Alexandria really was.
Heâd fallen more and more in love with you. At some point heâd brought up your kindergarten marriage.
âDo you remember when you said yes when I proposed to you in kindergarten?â He smiled at you as you leaned your head on his shoulder. The two of you were stargazing on a bench by Alexandriaâs pond. âYeah youâve never let me forget it.â You respond with a small giggle. He pulled back to look at you. âWell I was thinkingâŠwith the way the world is and everything.â He chuckles nervously, looking down at your hands which were tightly gripping each otherâs, âMaybe we can really be married.â
He stared at you, anticipating your answer. âWell, I dunno what you mean, weâve been married this whole time.â You say sort of jokingly, causing him to smile, âI think you just mean official rings. I mean weâve held the label this whole time. Not to mention youâve stuck to your vows.â You remind him of how heâd promised to stick with you throughout everything. He nods for a moment, his eyes lingering on your face as he admires how beautiful you are in the light of the pretty moon. âOfficial rings would be nice.â
Without another word, you pulled your hand away, causing Carlâs expression to drop a tad as you dig into your pocket. Your hand comes back out of your jeans in a fist and you stick your hand out, gesturing for him to put his own out. He places his hand out flat and you drop two rings, the metals knocking into each other with a small clink as he looks into your eyes. âWait really? Arenât theseâŠâ His voice trails off and he looks at you intently.
âMy parentsâ rings.â
Thereâs a moment of silence before you take your dadâs ring from his palm and take his left hand, slipping it gently onto his ring finger. It fit perfectly, almost like it was fitted to him. He looks at it for what felt like ages before taking your motherâs ring in his hand. He gently held your left hand, sliding it on to your ring finger. The two of you put your hands between your bodies and just stare.
He tilts his head back up to look at you and before you could fully look at him he kissed you, gently holding the side of your face while he did so.
It was one of the thousands of kisses heâd given you, but this one was different.
Maybe you could go on honeymoon.
a/n: so anon actually wanted this full of fluff but i couldnât help myself with some parts of angst LMAOOO sorry anon i hope u still like it. i actually think this is the cutest fucking thing iâve written in a long ass time I LOVEEE IT SM!!! also for those whoâve been waiting for let me make it up to you part two THAT SHITS BEEN OUT idk not as many ppl saw it and thereâs sm smut in that shit >_< anyway thank u sm for this cute ass request it was so fun to write and it got me out of my writing funk :)))
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⣠pack!tf141 x witch!reader
⣠chapter summary; going back to the coven is anything but comforting. meanwhile, the pack finally face the truth, consumed by shame and grief as they finally grasp the depth of their betrayalâand what itâs cost them.
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The trip home stretched endlessly, the hum of magic-infused machinery barely masking the heavy silence that filled the car. You sat in the back seat next to your Mother, her gaze remained fixed out the window, unyielding and distant, while Cath Palug purred softly in her lap, seemingly impervious to the tension.
Up front, König drove in complete silence, his focus locked on the road. His stillness was matched by Sybil, who had climbed into the back with you, pressing herself against your side. Her warmth and steady breaths anchored you.
The landscape shifted as the car veered off the main road, winding deeper into the countryside. The town near the coven came into view, a picture of quiet prosperity nestled among the trees. Its flourishing streets and bustling community reflected your Motherâs fierce protection and the covenâs watchful eye. People paused as the sleek black car passed, bowing deeply or offering respectful nods. Despite your Motherâs cold and exacting nature, her loyalty and strength ensured the people's safety and growth.
The car rolled through the wrought iron gates of the estate, the sprawling grounds of the covenâs domain stretching out before you. The old English-style mansion rose ahead, a commanding presence surrounded by lush gardens and shadowed paths. Across the grounds, women in training moved purposefully, their whispered conversations halting when they caught sight of the car. They too bowed deeply, their expressions a mix of admiration and caution. Others, bolder, whispered amongst themselves, their gazes darting away when you glanced toward them through the window.
As the car slowed to a stop, your other mother emerged from the grand entrance, her wheelchair gliding forward with its graceful, hand-like appendages navigating the uneven stones effortlessly. Horangi walked steadily behind her, his presence as sharp and watchful as ever. At her side, her sleek, pitch-black Borzoi, Barghest, padded with a measured elegance.
Your Momâs face lit up at the sight of you, though her eyes quickly darted to Sybilâs slight limp and the exhaustion etched into your features. Concern softened her expression, and her lips parted to speak, but her gaze shifted to your Mother first. She extended a hand, and your Mother leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her lips.
âI missed you,â your Mom murmured softly, her hand lingering on your Motherâs cheek.
Your Mother, though ever composed and aloof, allowed the faintest softening of her features. âAs did I,â she replied, her voice low and steady.
Their connection, brief but undeniable, reminded you of the rare moments when their love shone through the icy expectations that so often consumed your Mother.
Turning her attention back to you, your Momâs warm expression returned, though concern shadowed her gaze. âYou look dreadful,â she said gently, her tone laced with worry. Her eyes flicking down to Sybil. âNot just tired. Injured. Both of you.â
Barghest tilted her head, her sharp eyes narrowing as she approached Sybil. There was a moment of stillness, a silent assessment passing between the two dogs. Then, the larger Borzoi lowered her head, greeting Sybil like a mother would her pup. Sybil, though hesitant at first, leaned into the touch, her tail giving a faint, tentative wag.
Your Mother remained silent, her cool poise unshaken, though you caught the faintest flicker of tension in her jawâa rare tell. Without a word, she turned sharply on her heel, her movements precise and deliberate as if to shield any hint of unease. Cath Palug, ever her shadow, padded gracefully beside her, the flick of her tail echoed the unspoken dismissal left behind.
Your Mom sighed, shaking her head gently. âInside. Now,â she said, her tone firm but kind.
König stepped out of the car without a word, his quiet efficiency undisturbed as he moved to the trunk. âIâll handle everything,â he said, his voice low and steady. It was both a reassurance and a dismissal, leaving no room for argument as he began gathering your things.
Too drained to muster much else, you nodded faintly and followed your Momâs gesture toward the house. Her wheelchair, its enchanted appendages moving with fluid precision, moved alongside you, the faint whir of magic lacing the air. Sybil kept close, her steps tentative as she walked beside you.
The familiar halls of the mansion unfolded around you, the heavy drapes and intricate carvings exuding an air of both history and expectation. The scent of aged wood and faint herbs lingered, familiar and oppressive.
In the sunlit sitting room, your Mom gestured for you to sit. âHorangi,â she said, her voice firm, âfetch tea and something to eat. Theyâve been through enough already.â
Horangi hesitated for the briefest moment, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he turned on his heel and disappeared toward the kitchen without a word.
As you sank into the plush chair she indicated, Sybil curled at your feet, her head resting on your ankle. Barghest lingered near the doorway, before settling herself a short distance away, her gaze never straying far.
Your Mom clicked her tongue softly, a mix of concern and affection coloring her voice. âPut your feet up, darling,â she instructed gently, and with a graceful flick of her wrist, an ottoman slid effortlessly into place in front of you, gliding as if carried on an invisible current. âYouâve had a long enough journey, and Iâm not having you sit there like some tensed-up statue.â
You hesitated for a moment, but her expectant gaze left no room for argument. Sighing, you shifted slightly and rested your feet on the plush surface, instantly feeling a sense of relief from the aching tension in your legs, especially your ankle. Sybil lifted her head slightly, her gaze flicking to your Mom with quiet, watchful curiosity.
âGood,â your Mom said, her tone softening further as she leaned forward, her sharp eyes sweeping over you with maternal precision. Her hands moved deftly as she checked your ankle, her touch light yet methodical. When she saw the faint marks left behind by your injuries, her lips pressed into a thin line, but her expression quickly morphed into one of quiet pride.
âThese have already begun to heal,â she said, nodding approvingly. âQuick thinking, and your technique was flawless. If nothing else, I can see you took my lessons to heart.â
You couldnât help but roll your eyes at her obvious gloating. âI didnât have much choice,â you replied lightly. âIt was that or worse.â
âThat,â she said with a knowing smile, âis exactly what I taught you. Youâve made me proud, my darling. Even your binding work on these wounds is excellent, though itâs high time they were changed.â
With practiced ease, she removed the bandages, inspecting each mark carefully before conjuring a soft glow around her hands. The warmth of her magic soothed the lingering aches as she worked. Fresh bandages appeared at her side, summoned with a flick of her fingers, and she replaced the old ones with an efficiency that spoke to years of experience.
Satisfied with her work, she turned her attention to Sybil, who watched the proceedings with quiet patience. âNow, letâs see about you,â she murmured, crouching slightly as she reached out toward her.
Sybil tilted her head, her large, intelligent eyes locking onto your Momâs. After a momentâs hesitation, she allowed the inspection. âRemarkable resilience,â she remarked, her voice tinged with admiration. âSheâs a true reflection of her masterâs skill. But even she needs rest.â
Barghest lifted her head slightly at the remark, her ears flicking forward as if to assess Sybil once more before settling back down again.
With Sybilâs examination complete, your Mom nodded in satisfaction. âThere we are. Now, no argumentsâyouâll have tea and something to eat before I let you do anything else.â
As if on cue, Horangi returned, carrying a tray laden with steaming tea, biscuits, and small plates of fruit. His expression was as cool as he set it down on the low table before you. âTea,â he announced curtly.
âThank you, Horangi,â your Mom said warmly, her tone cutting through his frostiness like sunlight through mist. âWeâll manage from here.â
You poured yourself a cup, the warm aroma calming your frayed nerves as you leaned back into the chair. Sybil sniffed at the tray, her nose twitching curiously as you passed her a small piece of biscuit. When Horangi offered her another, she snorted, turning her head with a pointedly disdainful flick of her tail.
Your Mom chuckled softly, shaking her head. âSheâs as particular as her mistress.â
With the tea and bandages sorted, your Mom clapped her hands, signaling the end of your brief respite. Her gaze softened as it rested on you, though the warmth didnât mask the firmness in her tone. âThatâs enough for now, darling. Go to your room. Itâs been prepared and left untouched since the day you left.â
The words landed with an unmistakable weight, unspoken tension crackling faintly in the air between you. For a moment, you considered saying something, but the words died on your tongue. Instead, you gave a curt nod, rising to your feet as Sybil stretched and followed close at your side. Barghest didn't move from her place, but you could feel her watching the two of you go.
The door opened before you could reach it, and there stood König, his towering presence filling the doorway. His gaze immediately dropped to you, scanning your face for any sign of distress . Still, he said nothing, but his intent was clear as he stepped aside, waiting to escort you.
âKönig,â you started, exhaling sharply, âI donât needââ
âUpstairs,â he interrupted, his voice calm but firm. âYour room.â
You frowned but knew better than to argue further. He didnât push; he simply waited, his quiet resolve enough to make you give in with a sigh. His hand hovered near your lower back, not touching but close enough to guide you as you left the sitting room.
The climb up the grand staircase was heavier than it should have been. As you ascended, the apprentices of the covenâa mix of young women in training and those tending to the estateâmoved about their tasks. Some bowed their heads respectfully, their gazes averted as they murmured greetings. Others, less acquainted with you, whispered amongst themselves, their curiosity poorly hidden.
âIs that her?â one murmured, her voice barely audible but sharp enough to reach your ears. âThe young lady who ran away?â
âShe is,â another replied, her tone hushed with a mix of awe and skepticism. âThe heir.â
The words pricked at your composure, but you forced your expression to remain neutral, your stride steady. König, however, shot them a sharp glance over his shoulder, his narrowed eyes silencing the whispers instantly. His imposing presence alone was enough to scatter their murmurs, leaving only the faint shuffle of their footsteps.
âYou didn't have toââ you started again, but König interrupted with a quiet, unyielding tone. âI do.â
When you reached your room, he stepped ahead of you, opening the door with a slow push. The air inside was still and heavy, thick with the weight of time passed. Everything was exactly as youâd left itâthe furniture untouched, the books neatly stacked, and the faint scent of your perfume lingering as though it had waited for you to return.
Sybil padded inside first, hopping onto the bed and curling up in its center with an air of practiced ease, as if reclaiming her territory. You lingered in the doorway, your gaze sweeping the room. What should have been comforting instead felt stifling, the untouched state of the room more of a reminder than a reprieve.
König stepped aside to let you enter fully, his eyes following your every movement. âItâs the same,â he said softly, almost as though the words were for himself.
âItâs suffocating,â you admitted quietly, your fingers brushing against the edge of the desk. The room, with all its familiarity, felt like a cageâone youâd thought youâd escaped.
König frowned slightly but said nothing, his expression under his mask unreadable as always. After a moment, he reached down and gently picked up your bag from where heâd set it near the doorway, placing it on the bed beside Sybil.
âIâll leave you to settle in,â he said finally, his tone softer than before. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you as if searching for something, but then he gave a small nod. âIâll be close if you need anything.â
Without waiting for a response, he turned and left, his heavy steps retreating down the hall. You sighed, closing the door behind him, and leaned back against it. The stillness of the room pressed down on you, and though Sybilâs steady presence was a comfort, the weight of the past seemed to close in.
Crossing to the window, you pushed it open, letting the cool evening air sweep into the room. It helpedâif only a little.
As you moved around the room, a soft knock came at the door. Sybil, ever vigilant, lifted her head from her paws, her ears perking. Before you could say anything, the door creaked open, revealing a young girl you didnât recognize. She couldnât have been more than sixteen, her wide eyes hesitant as she stepped inside, balancing a neatly folded pile of clothes in her arms.
âThese are for you,â she said softly, her voice carrying a nervous edge. âLady Le Fay picked them out herself.â
Your gaze flicked to the clothesâexquisitely made, as always. Their elegance spoke of your Motherâs impeccable standards, her expectations woven into every stitch. You nodded, a simple acknowledgment, and reached for the garments, but the girl hesitated, her hands tightening on the fabric for just a moment before releasing it.
âIâll help you,â she offered quickly, setting the pile down on the bed. She busied herself with smoothing the wrinkles, her nervous energy filling the room. As she worked, she glanced up at you, her expression uncertain. âIâI know itâs not my place, but⊠I wanted to say something.â
You arched a brow, motioning for her to continue as you picked up the blouse, the material cool against your fingertips.
âI think⊠what you didâleaving, I meanâwas brave,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words hung in the air, heavy with risk. âI know most of the others donât see it that way, but I do.â
Her admission caught you off guard. You paused, meeting her gaze, and she flushed under your scrutiny, her hands wringing nervously. âI just think that⊠if more of us thought like you, maybe this place wouldnât feel soââ She hesitated, her words catching on the edge of something unspoken. âSo oppressive.â
A bitter smile tugged at your lips, though you tried to suppress it. âOppressive,â you repeated softly, the word tasting both foreign and familiar on your tongue.
The girl straightened, her expression shifting as if she regretted her honesty. âNot that Iâm ungrateful,â she added quickly. âOur lives are good. Better than most. Itâs justâŠâ She trailed off, shaking her head as if the rest of the sentence was too dangerous to utter.
You turned toward her fully, folding the blouse carefully in your hands. âYouâre not wrong,â you said after a beat. âBut youâre also not ready to say it out loud. Not here.â
Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, you thought she might argue. Instead, she nodded, a faint look of understanding passing over her features. âThank you,â she whispered, dipping her head respectfully. âIâll leave you to finish.â
With that, she slipped out of the room, the door clicking softly behind her. You stared at the closed door for a moment, the tension in your chest knotting tighter. Sybil padded closer, her head nudging your leg.
âBrave,â you murmured to yourself as you began dressing, the word echoing in your mind. It wasnât how youâd ever seen it. Foolish, reckless, selfishâall those had been easier to accept. But brave? It felt foreign, like a coat you werenât sure how to wear.
As you fastened the final button, Sybil huffed softly. You knelt to scratch behind her ears, her steady gaze meeting yours as if she, too, approved of the sentiment. âMaybe,â you said quietly, âjust maybe.â
. . .
The silence after Alejandro and Rudyâs revelations was suffocating, a tangible weight pressing down on the room. Laswell had gone upstairs to deal with Leah, leaving the pack to sit with the unbearable truth laid out before them.
At the centre of the table sat the nail, sealed in a small glass flask. It was a stark reminder of everything they had ignored, every warning they had missed. Alejandro and Rudy had placed it there when they began their explanation, a silent indictment of the packâs failure to see what had been festering under their noses.
Price sat at the head of the table, his expression was unreadable, but the lines around his mouth and the set of his jaw betrayed his inner turmoil. Heâd barely spoken during their explanation, his hand resting heavily on the table, fingers occasionally twitching as if itching to grip somethingâanything.
Gaz sat at the table, his face buried in his hands, silent tears slipping through his fingers. His knee, usually bouncing with nervous energy, was still for once, the tension in his body radiating a quiet devastation. The guilt tore through him like clawsâhow had they let it get this far? How had they hurt you so deeply, so irreparably?
Johnny, unable to bear it, had bolted from the room. His overgrown hair whipped behind him as he fled, his footsteps heavy and uneven. The door slammed somewhere in the distance, and they all knew he was headed back to the woods, a place heâd always gone to hide when the world became too much.
Priceâs gaze moved to Ghost, who hadnât uttered a word since the conversation began. âSimon,â he said, his voice firm but quieter.
Ghost didnât move. His hands were still planted on the table, his head bowed, his broad shoulders tense. Priceâs tone softened, though the weight of his words remained. âYouâve got to say something. Anything.â
Still, he said nothing, his mind an unrelenting whirlwind of fragmented memories, half-formed regrets, and the crushing realisation of what heâd done. Heâd been the one who brought Leah into their lives. But worst of all, heâd hurt you. Attacked you and Sybil.
The reality had settled over him like a lead cloak, immobilising him.
Alejandro, standing by the wall with his arms crossed, scoffed. âWhatâs the point of talking? He knows what he did.â His sharp gaze cut to Price. âBut donât think for a second that any of you are off the hook. You all failed her.â
âEnough,â Price said sharply, his tone commanding. âWe know. Donât you think we bloody know?â
Alejandro smirked coldly, his gaze unwavering. âDo you? Because from where Iâm standing, it doesnât look like it.â
Rudy, standing nearby, placed a calming hand on Alejandroâs arm. âAle, weâve said what we came to say. Let them deal with it.â
âFine,â he muttered, but his eyes burned with disdain as he looked at them.
Gaz swallowed hard, âBut who⊠who did this? Whoâs responsible?â
Alejandro shrugged, brow furrowed. âWe donât know exactly, yet at least. Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing.â
Price exhaled heavily, his hand running over his face as if trying to push back the weight of the truth. âYouâre saying this was all to isolate her?â
Rudy nodded solemnly. âThatâs how these curses work. They isolate, divide, and weaken. She was the target from the start. You? You were just tools. Puppets.â
Alejandro crossed his arms, his gaze hard. âSo donât sit here wallowing in your own self-pity. Whatever guilt youâre feeling, itâs deserved. But the real question is, what are you going to do about it?â
Gaz let out a choked sound. âHow⊠how do we fix this? How do we even begin to fix this?â
Price stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as he walked to the window. His broad shoulders were rigid, as he stared out at the darkening horizon. âFor now,â he said, his voice quiet but resolute, âwe leave her alone. Like I said, we need to fix ourselves first, we have no right to even think about going after her.â
Alejandro and Rudy exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, Rudy sighed, his voice quieter but no less resolute. âWeâll keep looking,â he said, his gaze sweeping over the broken pack. âWhoeverâs responsible for this wonât get away with it. When we know, weâll keep you posted.â
Alejandro gave a firm nod, his expression unyielding. âBut donât expect miracles from us,â he added sharply.
They turned toward the door, the weight of their words settling like ash in the room. Rudy paused briefly, glancing back at the pack with a flicker of hesitation. But before they could leave, Ghost finally spoke.
His voice was low, gravelly, like the sound of rocks grinding together. âIs she⊠okay?â
Alejandro stopped, his hand resting on the doorframe. Rudy looked at him, eyebrows furrowing, but Alejandro didnât move.
âYou should know the answer to that, shouldnât you?â he said flatly. âYou know her best.â
Ghost stayed silent, his head bowing ever so slightly. Deep down, he already knew. The part of him that loved you with every fiber of his beingâdespite feeling unworthy of itâknew that you were okay, wherever you were. But that knowledge didnât ease the hollow ache inside him.
With that, the front door closed with a heavy thud, leaving the pack alone once again.
Price stood at the window, unmoving, the faint glow of his nth cigar's ember casting a dim light in the darkening room. His shoulders were tense, the weight of his failures settling heavily on him, but his voice was steady when he finally spoke.
âGet it together,â he said, his words cutting through the silence like a knife. âWeâve all failed her. But if sheâs still out there, we owe it to her to fix this.â
Ghost remained at the table, his eyes fixed on the cursed nail. The silence that followed was more damning than anything that had been said.
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