#im sorry about the grammar I can’t control it

[gyuswhore]

the story of us ✦ j.w.w x reader

the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now - the story of us

synopsis: So many walls that you can't break through; except you do.

wc: 2.1K

contains: best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, humour, happy ending, alcohol, arguments

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[a/n]: im exhausted, im loopy, im hungry, but i really wanted to post this so here you go my babies I'm sorry i haven't fed you in so long (ty @toruro for making sure i wasn't talking out of my ass in this ily)

[edit; 11/04/24]: grammar and spelling.

Jeon Wonwoo was nearing boiling point when he watched you push him away from yet another conversation.

He tried to understand, just like he always had. But it was proving near impossible at the five-month mark. 

There were clear signs you exhibited when you needed space, for whatever reason, Wonwoo knew you would tell him when you recovered. So he gave you what you needed.

And yet, when he finds himself pushed away from what looks like a casual conversation between your mutual friends, he finds his mild annoyance grow into something hotter. 

There’s a clench in his jaw as he tries not to squeeze the red cup in his hand with too much pressure, even when all the spiteful bit of his brain wants to do is to pour its pigmented contents all over your cream outfit. He manages to control himself, choosing to get up and exit the premises entirely. In complete silence, he refuses to acknowledge any yell of his name from passing acquaintances. 

Jeon Wonwoo refused to respond to any of your advances after that. 

Invitations to lunch were left on a jarring sent, the notification sitting in his log until he chooses to open it too late. His response was bare when you asked for help on some accounting concepts, pushing you over into Jihoon’s hands to fulfill your requirements. There’s a blatant shrug when you touch his shoulder, concerned, asking why his behaviour had become so distant in the past weeks; he responds with a mumble of, “just tired”.

The great divide happened a few days proceeding your birthday, one for which Wonwoo did nothing for but send you a quick message during the evening, never to see you throughout the extended day. 

“I can’t believe you’re putting this on me!” you all but yell, eyes wide and expression exasperated at the situation.

“Are you blind? Or just plain stupid? Because I didn’t tolerate months of your shit attitude to have you say it isn’t your fault.” Wonwoo is breathing heavily, hands motioning towards your entire figure with equal disbelief.

“What attitude?” you emphasize. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I couldn’t be upfront with my best friend.”

“There’s a difference between being in a mood and blatant disrespect. I’m tired of having to put up with your mood swings like it’s my responsibility to coddle you. When was the last time you genuinely asked me how I was doing?”

“All the time!”

“Yeah, after you realize there's nobody else to whine and wail to!”

“Wonwoo, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Fine. If I’m clearly so unhinged, I’ll leave you to your liking.” 

The dwindled interactions, from messages to hellos, went from sparing to nonexistent — just like that. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect for you and Wonwoo to reconcile in the matter of a few days, if not a couple weeks.

But when the distance did nothing but grow larger, there was a settle of resentment in the pit of your stomach as you accepted the feud you were in. 

A text was sent from your phone a couple days after the incident.

[You]: can we talk?

But when you see no sign of the grey Delivered on the end, you knew he had blocked you. 

This was all nothing less than baffling to you for a number of reasons, starting with how you had never witnessed Wowoo acting this way. 

Wonwoo had done nothing but reprimand you the rare chance you suggested blocking an apprehensive individual, something about not showing that you cared. His voice seemed redundant after a certain decibel, the rarest chance to witness him yell at a failed video game or a frustrating professor. 

You know better, which is the only reason you’re ruling off paranormal possession. 

The claims against you came as an afterthought, not, however, rendering them any less strange. There’s a part of you that pondered if your shield of annoyance blocked you from seeing the truth in his words and in your behaviour, finding yourself overwhelmed with emotions when the thought crossed your mind, tears of frustration immediately blurring your vision. 

You did not understand, you could not. And when it all got too much, you allowed the hurt and confusion to turn into something more dangerous. You replaced it with anger, in the same place that once occupied a more delicate emotion. 

There was an uproar in Wonwoo’s mind when he sees you walk into the lecture hall, unaware of your overlapping schedule in the new semester. He watches as your eyes pass over the moderately packed space, briefly glancing over where he sat; if you saw him, you did nothing to bring a reaction out of it. You take a seat a few rows up front, right in front of him where he’s able to see the back of your head for the next two hours — for the rest of the semester. 

He wonders if it’s too late to switch classes. 

“Wonwoo, I honestly think this is getting out of hand.” Jihoon munches on his cashews, leaning against bark of the tree they were both sat under. 

“Did you want me to keep tending to her bullshit then?” he grumbles.

“That’s not what I’m saying, you know it’s not.”

“That’s what it sounds like.” Wonwoo’s retort is brisk.

Jihoon is suddenly snapping his fingers in his face at the reply, a flinch accompanies Wonwoo’s already sour expression. 

“See! See how frustrating it is when somebody isn’t making sense?” 

“How does this—” 

“Wonwoo, did you try talking to her about how you felt, you know, without the screaming?” 

Jihoon watches as Wonwoo’s expression clears out, his eyebrows unfurrowing and the scowl fading. He doesn’t speak, choosing to let the realization kick in.

“No.” 

Jihoon sighs, taking another pause. “I’m not saying what she did wasn’t uncalled for, but you need to talk shit out before deciding you hate each other.”

“I don’t hate her.”

“Right, so can we wrap this up quickly and have you confess your undying love so we can all relax.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Heat crawls up Wonwoo’s cheeks.

“What? If you don’t hate her, it’s gotta be the opposite.”

Did Wonwoo like you? Yeah, he probably did. Did he ever let himself ponder upon it? No, because he was downright mortified of the mere thought. He finds himself a hypocrite to say it was to preserve your friendship, but he figures he’s fucked it up in a way that’s arguably worse. 

Regardless, Wonwoo walks away from that conversation with two things: a stark realization, and an even starker admittance. 

Everything was going wrong. At least that’s what it felt like when you hear the clang of your water bottle hit the pavement, rolling off into the oncoming traffic as you sprint to grab it. You nearly cause a vehicle pile-up, swallowing a couple profanities from braking drivers. 

You’re stuffing the darn thing into your bag when you trip on a loose brick on the path, nearly landing on your face. The glare you send into the pavement costs you even more when a hard shoulder bumps into your side, sending you another couple steps back. You don’t bother to see who the perpetrator is, too preoccupied with your attempts to take in deeper breaths amid the blankness of your mind. 

There are no hiccups after that, what you might owe your more conscious mind to. Stomping up the library steps, you thank nothingness for the air conditioning that meets your hot face, slowing down as you take in the crowd. 

Scanning the room for an empty seat is harder than you’d anticipated, hoping the heat would keep students away from the building as you left to get work done. Approaching a table, you set down your bag with a huff, pulling the chair out to finally take the seat you’ve been needing for so long. 

The universe seems to have other plans. 

It’s almost funny the way you and Wonwoo make eye contact across the other table, the recognition sending a jolt through your stomach. 

You’ve never moved so fast, pushing the chair back in with a screech that earns you a few looks, grabbing the handles of your bag as you turn around to leave the building you’d just entered. 

No way you'd sit there. Not when he was around.

You're bounding down the steps when somebody passes you, murmuring something without slowing their stride.

“I’m leaving, you can go inside,” Wonwoo says, and the sound of his voice has you halting almost immediately.

Whipping your head around to search for the sound, you watch as he takes a turn at the end of the steps, slowly moving out of your vision. 

There’s a swirl of something in your chest, and you realise in that moment how much you missed hearing his voice. 

Chiding yourself, you blink back the water that wells up in your eyes, embarrassed at how quickly you were losing yourself.

But the damage was done. And you wanted to be reckless, regardless of how desperate it made you look. A split second decision is made in that moment, one that lightens the heavy feet that you’ve planted on the concrete. 

You’re back to bounding down the steps, but this time with aim. 

Taking the same turn you saw Wonwoo take, you break into a sprint as you see his figure move farther away. You keep running, continuing to bump into both objects and people, hurried "sorry"'s the only thing you choose to throw their way. 

“Wonwoo!” Your voice comes out stronger than you’d intended, the sharpness having him turn around in search, eyes landing on your accelerating figure. 

Both of you realize too late how fast you’re really going, the velocity taking you directly into his outstretched arms, hands grasping the sleeves of his shirt as you come to screeching stop directly into his chest. 

You don’t have the time nor the patience to be embarrassed, pulling your face back to look directly into Wonwoo’s bewildered eyes to huff out your next words.

“Why did you block me?” you ask, voice gruff and slightly out of breath.

Wonwoo’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, words refusing to come out. 

“Why are you so mad at me? Why are you being nice to me if you’re mad at me?” You don’t stop, the direct questions tumbling off your tongue in desperation. 

You search his face for an answer when his mouth fails, but all you find is the remnants of shock yet to ebb away. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t important, I’m sorry for taking your presence for granted, I’m sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for…for… I don’t know! I’m just really sorry and I don't know how else to make this right.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you hear him say and you feel the moisture return to your eyes. 

“Huh?”

“I should’ve…” he pauses, looking sheepish. “I should’ve talked to you before I, y’know, went off on you. I should’ve managed my feelings better, I’m sorry.” 

You're silent for a few tantalizing moments before you raise your fists, and pound down on his chest with everything you have. You do it again, and then again, and again—

“What?- Ow!” 

“When are you gonna stop bottling up your feelings for fucks sake, it’s landed you everywhere but good!” you say, nearly yelling.

Wonwoo whips his head around to see who’s listening, palm to mouth in attempts to silence you. 

“I’m sorry! I know! I’m working on it,” he rambles, trying to get you to quit struggling. “Jihoon and I talked, that’s why I realised I was being dumb.”

“Are you gonna unblock me now or do I need to pay Jihoon to sit down with you again?”

Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow. “You payed Jihoon to sit with me?”

“No, you idiot. But I should have because you can’t seem to figure out how to feel emotions.” 

Wonwoo can’t help himself when he breaks out into a grin, letting out a breathy chuckle that has you asking “What?”.

He pulls you in, heart to heart in an embrace, holding you tight to make up for the weeks of no contact. He breathes in your scent and feels as though he hasn’t in years. 

“I’m not gonna come running up to you the next time you decide you hate me,” you mumble into his shoulder, pouting slightly.

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“No.” Wonwoo pulls away but keeps you in his arms, looking at you, “I love you. Like, the kind of stuff that makes you wanna live together forever. I love you.” 

It’s your turn to gape like a fish. 

“W-what?”

“You told me not to bottle up my feelings.” 

“Yeah, but—wow, um.” 

“Did I make another mistake?” 

No! You wanted to scream. But you don’t. You instead lift your hands up to come around his face, cradling it. And you kissed him. 

“I love you, too. Like the live together forever kind.” 

[truetogaia]

i saw ur post about sub!jake, imma be waiting for that fic ‼️ ur literally writing has me a chokehold bae

I'm just gonna post it answering you bc I can hihihii I LVOE U

Pairing: Sub!Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut, 18+

Warnings: Blowjob, strong language, explicit and mature themes, like use of "Good boy" once, I don't see how thats a warning but YK

Synopsis: Jake is needy thats all

Notes: It's 2:40 am and I JUST finished it, please excuse any bad grammar, i'll edit and fix it tomorrow *SOB* It also lowkey sucks bc IM STILL SUFFERING FROM WRITERS BLOCK IT WONT GO AWAY!!

Word count: around 600!!

Jake’s breathy moans filled your ears as you skillfully planted sloppy kisses along his neck, occasionally letting your sharp fangs drag across his hot, tender skin. His form trembled slightly beneath you, your hand busy tracing gentle shapes up and down his shaft. He mewled when you carefully ran your thumb against his slit, his hips bucking into your hand. 

You cherished these moments, adored how obedient and submissive he was, how his ears flicked around intently, listening to every word that seeped from your mouth. But the one thing that made it so satisfactory for you, was that you were able to give him pleasure. The look on his face when he finally reached his climax was etched into the walls of your memories, and you were obsessed with it. 

“Please,” his voice was croaky from the hours you had spent teasing his poor, neglected cock, “stop teasn’.. can’t take it anymore y/n- hmnn” You smiled up at him, finally wrapping your warm hands around the base of his needy length. His mouth fell ajar as your smaller hands worked his precum along his shaft, choked moans escaping his throat with each stroke. 

You placed a light peck on his angry tip, increasing the speed of your hands, before finally taking it into your wet mouth. The sounds of you gagging on his big cock made Jake’s moans increase in volume, his hands finding a place to sit on top of your braids. You swirled your tongue around his bulbous tip, which earned a loud groan from your mate. You looked up at him through your heavy eyelashes, doe eyes sparkling with stinging tears from taking so much of him, and he swore he could cum right there.

“You’re s’good to me baby, mmm, so so good..” His hips lifted from the ground subconsciously, jerking his cock further into the warmth of your hot mouth. You felt his hands grip your hair tightly, and you braced yourself. Jake was so needy, so desperate for release that you finally decided to let him take control. He began pounding his thick length into your mouth, forcing you to deepthroat him. 

His tip abused the same spot in the back of your throat with each lustful thrust of his snapping hips, and you were sure it was going to leave a bruise. “Oh baby, yes, fuck- hnghhh.. your mouth is so good-” His heavy balls slapped against your chin with each buck, thrusts turning erratic as he fucked himself deeper down your sore throat. His orgasm was approaching rapidly and he could no longer control the noises and moans leaving his mouth. 

You held out for as long as you could, but considering you couldn’t get any air with the way your nose was basically buried in Jake’s abdomen, your vision was fading bit by bit. The feeling of Jake’s hot seed finally releasing itself into your welcoming mouth made you jump. When he was finished, he slowly pulled out of your mouth.

“Sorry, baby.. I got a bit carried away. I didn't hurt you, did I?.” His eyes carried a genuine, apologetic look, and a warm smile settled on your features. You placed a hand on his thigh, lifting yourself up to stand above him. 

“No, It’s okay, love. You were a good boy anyway.” He looked up at your figure with an admiring gaze, taking in all of your ethereal curves and shapes. And just like that, his cock was rock hard again.

RAHH ITS SO BAD ONCE AGAIN IM SORRY IDK WHATS GOING ON WITH MY WRITING MMMMM IM GONNA CRY and now im going to bed goodnight ♡

[carnivoured]

really curious to know your ideas!! TELL EM

I have soo many so im gonna post down a bunch… here’s some headcanons and other stuff!! sorry if theres grammar or spelling mistakes!!! ⚠️

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bosses (main characters will be below bosses)

the moss/fungus/whatever covering the emperor and infesting the underground came from the waters that infested the frog folk former homes, taking over half of his mind and making him grow hungry (the fungus has never controlled a body this big before, so it needs to feast often) and eventually ending up invading the east

the west was invaded by blu because the blue wanted their technology. specifically the crystal canons that ended up defeating the titan but also putting giving them all a much less than ideal immortality. the hanged man, breaking free from the crystal he was trapped in, sort of went insane by the fact that his entire family, friends, and his people were either dead or frozen in time. he chose not to free them from the crystals (somehow having the ability to…) because of his guilt, not wanting to cause any damage than he has blamed himself to have already done. save for when he fights the drifter. anyways, i headcanon that his body is covered in more crystals than the rest of his knights is because the blast of the canon ended up impaling him with its power-core thing. so it’s stuck inside of him, some of his insides and maybe even limbs being kept together by the crystals. when he’s defeated, the core is triggered and it ends up killing him.

i don’t have anything for the hierophant 😞.,, sorry

the during their development, the sentients creators have had them interact and fight each other before. they all recognize each other. when the war breaks out, their development is put on hold, so all they know is aggression and battle. but since they recognize each other and are coded not to kill each other, they separate if they ever encounter each other. and in the art where the summoner and the reaper are holding hands, it might be something they don’t exactly understand, it happened just because. but if they were ever allowed to have been worked on further, maybe they would have realized that the hand holding gesture is a sign of affection

i headcanon that the sorcerer and the gunslinger are the same sentient but its legs can be removed and stored away during combat

the archer is easy to kill because they didn’t get to give it aimbot before the war broke out and forced them to flee/killed them all.

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main characters

the shade doppelgangers show up when the jackal finds a drifter to guide it. judgement recognizes that the jackal has chosen someone and it sends out a shade doppelganger to try to slow their quest, unknowing that their connection is severed and the shade does not listen to judgement’s orders. the guardian has one called the knight (I need to redesign it soon lol). altie’s is called wolf but sometimes she calls it wisp too. the drifter calls his shadow. (if the drunk had one he’d call it fate)

altie is taller than the guardian and the drifter. she is also their roommate as well, but she often doesn’t sleep there or hang around at all. she has a little corner with her stuff. i headcanon that the fur on her back is natural and is long enough to reach her waist (she cuts it sometimes). because altie spends a lot of time outside of the apartment and around town, she learns a lot from the shopkeeper that sells the player grenades. so she is pretty skilled when it comes to working with technology, maybe she even made her combat companion bot herself!

the guardian’s right horn snapped off when they had their first horrible vision of judgment. when they woke up, their reaction to judgement scared them so badly that they had panicked and ended up getting their horn snapped off. it makes them sad to think about. the guardian is tall enough to reach altie’s neck.

the drifter his pretty skinny, he can’t really keep his food down. but his species are pretty quick and can do well without much food. or he’s just got good genes or plot armor. he’s the shortest out of the three, being as tall as the guardian’s shoulder. he has really short and fucked up hair because he doesn’t really care for it. he rarely takes off his headwear. during his time before defeating judgement, he forces himself to stay unemotional when exploring the land of light. the many disturbing and sad sights of death eventually became familiar and stopped making him hesitate to go around. he has experienced it all before, so it doesn’t take long anyways. whenever he’s in town, he barely interacts but he is very kind and respectful to all of the townspeople. if he survives judgement, he allows himself to get comfortable and more emotional, eventually opening up to his friends if they survive as well.

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npcs

tom decided to spend his limited time underground, assisting drifters with combat.

the dashmaster hates it when people crash into his walls!!! but he doesn’t do anything about it because he knows it’s normal. however, he does keep a poster on the most hit wall that probably says something like “DO NOT AIM HERE” or something about coming to him for assistance with dashing. also on a bad hair day or a day without jell, his hair falls messily over his head and he covers it by holding the newspaper in front of his face.

the swordsmaster and the apprentice are great friends with altie!!! they enjoy her company and she even trains with the apprentice sometimes.

the football kid is a tanu and the apprentice is a blu under their hoods. but they were saved very young and don’t know about the war that happened in the west

the gunsmith is a tanu. also he often gets his bullets and guns by looting dead drifters or getting his gang to steal some. however, the reason he and the other four ganged up on the drunk was because the blu don’t have a specific uniform for their soldiers so they wore their casual clothing to the war in the west. the drunk is also in his casual clothing… they mistook him for a local blu soldier (they do eventually realize he isn’t because of his fur color or scent… but they don’t really care :((( )

the drunk hld. GOD. i headcanon that we kiss everydayNO. anyways. he is a veteran come to the land of light in search for a better life!! so yes he was a soldier but of course he did not fight in the war of the west… he gets his drinks from some drink stand owner that feels bad for him. gives him free ones. if he breaks his horrible drinking habits, he eventually gets involved with the town and sometimes watches the football kid absolutely destroy the drifter in a game

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other stuff

i know that this isn’t a sentient and is just machine insides BUT i headcanon that they took faulty sentient failures and repurposed them into generators like this one all around the underground facilities in the south.

I just wanted to share this from the spritepage. he’s so cute

in this area, the jackal knows that you’re behind it. it can hear you, it just doesn’t want to break the moment, wanting you to feel like it doesn’t know you are there.

dirks are canonically dumb i know but they have went back to full on kitty instincts mixed in with hulk genes /j

they’re tiny becauseOH MY GOD IS THAT A WEINER??????HELPanyways they’re tiny because they wanted little gremlins that bite your ankles and annoy you while the bigger dirks come for you. also they could spy if they became smart enough. or they’re just some other species, idk

[goosewriting]

Dating Pyre

for some reason the ask disappeared from my inbox ;;-;; but luckily i had written it down. this was requested by anon (as a reply to this post):

In that case, I'd love general relationship headcanons with pyre? Just reader being all mushy mushy with him omg If this doesn't spark any inspiration though, feel free to ignore :))

summary: general relationship headcanons with Pyre

relationship: Commander Pyre x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

A/N: im so sorry this took forever! i���ve been thinking about this ask every single day. i hoped that doing some good ol’ bullet list headcanons could get me back into writing, and i think it worked :D thank you sm for the request and the patience dear anon! hope you like it<3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Pyre likes to be in control.

He’s protective without being smothering.

He does have a reputation to uphold to after all, being a commander and everything

so PDA is off the table.

Any flirty comments and intimate moments are reserved for behind closed doors.

If you’re a civilian, he just straight up hires you so you can go with him wherever he’s deployed. You end up being his assistant, secretary or get a job at the hangar if you’re anything adjacent to engineering.

If you’re enlisted as a stormtrooper, he makes sure you’re always in his assigned squadron.

He definitely uses his position to make things easier for you if anything happens.

You’re not feeling well? He’s literally your boss, and you also share a bed, so he brings you tea and lets you sleep in.

Someone treats you unjustly? They’re getting a scolding from the commander before their shift ends.

You complain about it being a little cold in your office because the heater broke down and they haven’t sent anyone to fix it yet? It’s not only fixed by the next rotation, you also get an apology letter from the maintenance department. 

All these gestures to accommodate you don’t come without consequences, though; he might have received a warning or two from his superiors after pulling something which was evidently in your favour.

You keep telling him to treat you like all other employees, but he just can’t help it. He wants you to be safe and comfortable.

Which really stems from a deep fear of you leaving him.

Pyre isn’t necessarily emotionally constipated or unavailable, but he has trouble processing Big Feelings sometimes, especially when you’re nearby.

He’s scared he’ll lash out at you and take out his anger on you when a mission went badly, or when he’s having a bad day, and that you’ll be scared of him or even disgusted by him.

So before he gets to his quarters in the evening, he’ll try to let off all the pent-up steam; be it more proactively through physical exercises, or sometimes by lashing out at the poor stormtrooper that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He also may or may not have put a few mouse droids out of commission.

Since he does all this when you’re not around, it takes you some time to not only come to know of his actions, but even more to figure out what’s happening.

Once you sit him down to assure him that he’s allowed to have bad days and be frustrated and angry, and that you’re not going to think less of him because of it, he learns to deal with it better.

If it isn’t regarding any confidential missions, he might actually seek out your advice on how to deal with things, and you’re more than happy to help.

Once the doors are closed and the helmet comes off, though, it’s like he’s a different man.

When you sleep, he clings onto you.

He loves to wind down by sitting down on the floor between your legs with his back to you as you sit on the couch, his head resting on one of your thighs as you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. You tell him about your day while you do this. He sits there with his eyes closed and letting out the occasional grunt or sigh, but be assured he’s listening intently, mentally making notes here and there to ask you about later on.

Pyre is very thorough with the upkeep of his golden armour and equipment, and you’re the only one allowed to clean his helmet and blaster in the rare occasion he’s unable to do it himself.

As for pet names, if you’re into that, I think he’d call you sweetheart or darling. You mostly stick to his first name since you’re one of the very few who even knows it, but you like to call him Commander Tin Can when you tease him.

He’s also very attentive to your physical needs, and quickly picked up on your cues for hunger, sleep, etc. Sometimes it seems like he knows what you want even before you realise yourself.

As for himself, it took a while for you to learn how to read him. When in commander mode, he’s quite stoic and distant. But the moment it’s just the two of you, he relaxes. It’s subtle, but you learned to read his body language, and now you also notice when he comes home stiff or upset.

Once you both learn how to communicate properly, your arguments drop to basically zero.

Every now and then though, just to get a reaction out of him, you’ll place a kiss on the visor of his helmet after he’s done cleaning and polishing it; a little surprise for him to find the next morning. It’s always fun to see his conflict as he feels bad for wiping it away, but he’s also a bit rattled at the sight of his helmet not being spotless like he left it. He’d always walk up to you and tell you that “if you wanted to kiss him so badly, then you should do it properly instead”, right before pinning you to the wall and taking his sweet time with you.

All in all, Pyre is a pretty solid partner, always looking out for you. Of course, you try your best to return the favour, which mostly comes in the shape of words of reassurance and soft caresses.

One sure way to disarm him completely when you’re both in bed and he can’t sleep, is by placing kiss after kiss all over his face. The way he sighs and melts into your touch is intoxicating.

One time you were in the hangar talking to Pyre, talking something over before he leaves on a shuttle. Once you were done and he was about to turn around to go up the ramp to the ship, you said your goodbyes and a “take care, I love you” slipped out right as two stormtroopers were walking past you two with some crates. All four of you froze on the spot; it wasn’t a secret that you and the commander were a thing, but Pyre had made it clear from the start that he wouldn’t want this kind of interactions to reach prying ears or eyes. It was your first and only slip-up, so you were unsure of how he would react, and what to do. One of the troopers cleared their throat and carried on as if nothing had happened, the other one following suit. Once they were out of earshot, you were about to apologise to him, but with his visor cast down to the floor, he wordlessly took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze before effectively turning around and boarding the ship. Unbeknownst to you, that man was sporting a violent blush underneath the helmet.

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[crazylittlejester]

Time Master Sword

So sense it’s Fathers Day when I’m sending this I’d like to Yap abt Nate 😍😍😍

Ok so first things first I’d like to announce that Nate’s stupid teddy bear is no longer in the comic and I’d like to mourn the lost of it

Ok anyways

Little bit of bg but in Age of Apocalypse (shortened to AoA id I have to talk abt it again) basically in earth 295 Legion (Charles Xavier’s son) goes back in time to kill magneto to make papa proud but ends up killing Charls Xavier. Which I mean how tf does that happen anyways this leads to Apocalypse taking over and basically humans are put in cages and idk what happened to mutants o read but like the words weren’t prossesing in my brain I’ll go back and reread it ig tho I think the mutants are put up to fight each other?? Idk

ALSO IMPORTANT LATER ON THAT I FORGOT TO MENTION BUT AFTER HE PUTS NATE IN THE FREAKY TUB MR SILLY INSTALLS A BOMB IN HIS BRAIN BASICALLY THATLL KILL HIM AT 21

So where we left off Nate was put on his stupid bath tub and basically this bath tub quickly aged him up to the point of 17 😍😍 anyways bro is mistaken for a human and is like hanged???? To something (like hands are cuffed on walls) and during one of their raids the Cyclops of this universe saves him but they don’t know that their related to each other and Nate just makes a fucking run for it.

Later on he meets a guy called Forge and joins his “theatre troupe” which is a cover up for when they rescue human hostages from Apocalypse. Also Forge is literally Nate’s father figure/srs but I can’t show photos rn for spoilers 💔💔💔

Anyways later on Mr Silly sees Nate and is like “🤯🤯🤯 MY SON” and basically creates ten out of ten disguise and calls himself his real name but I’m still going to call him Mr Silly ❤️ anyways Forge being 10/10 father is like “🤓no Nate you cannot help us you can’t even control ur goddamn powers” he joins the mission anyways bc Nate’s in his rebellious teen era even tho he’s like a year old which bc of his powers basically sends a HEY IM RIGHT HERE ULTRA POWERFUL MUTANT 😍😍😍 but Blabla some of Apocalypses forces attack and result in a few guys dying or injured and anyways forge goes to a shack where he presumed Mr silly was dead but then Mr Silly kills him and is all like Ha I’m not This guy you thought I was I’m actually one of Apocalypse horse men Mr Silly 😈😈😈

and guess what happened to forge 🤩🤩🤩

HE DIES 😍😍😍🤭🤭🤭

also ignore how spider man is there that’s for a later issue

Anyways Nathan Bisexual confirmed 🤯🤯🤯/j

Anyways Nathan Kills Mr Silly and then is like y’know I should go fuck up Apocalypse and goes fucks up his son instead which in the battle somehow lands them on earth 616

sorry for any weird grammar/spelling auto correct is my number one hater/gen

And sorry for the lack of photos I didn’t have as much from this part of the comic/gen

anyways happy fucking Father’s Day to forge of earth 295 who still dads in Nate’s mind

HE CALLS HIM SON 💔💔💔

NOT THE TEDDY BEAR

dude this was such a wild ride, spiderman being in there really just added to it

this plot is so insane alskskkss, you’re getting me curious about xmen

[mayonnaise06]

Since I have no followers on Tumblr, here's a piece of writing I did for fun recently.

I haven't spell or grammar checked it that well so it'll probably be full of mistakes.

Shattered hearts.

Everything is cold. Colder than ice, colder than Antarctica, colder than space. Not really, that's just what I feel like. That's what everything feels like at the moment, I'm completely numb to the world around me. My senses are both somehow heightened and dulled at the same time. Like all my nerves have curled off and died, but I'm melting in a pot of boiling lava. I chew the collar of my jacket, its black furry fabric is now slick and wet. ‘From my tears or from the rain?’ I think. I don’t want to know. I shuffle around on the bench and see him, still sitting there, still staring at me. I remember why I'm here, and why everything sucks so bad.

“Ashley” he says in a soft murmur,”‘Do you understand? I'm sorry, I didn't know what to say. Im just as confused as you are. . .”

I feel a bubble of rage rise up in me. Didn’t know what to say? How about “I don't really love you” or “I'm not serious about this relationship”. Didn’t know what to say my ass, more like didn’t want to say anything.

“Oh really?” I snap, “You seem to know what to say right about now though! You seemed to know the right things to say when you lead me on for four months!”

‘Ashley, you don't understand!’ He interjects

“Oh bullshit I understand perfectly! I'm surprised you fucking don’t consider you just dropped this dumpster fire on me!”

I throw my hands up, I’m livid. I know he doesn't deserve this but I'm too angry to control myself.

“Lets do a recap shall we?” I start to mimic him in a stupid singsong voice “‘Ashley I'm sorry but I don’t have feelings for you anymore’. Does that jog your memory? How about the part where you said “I’ve felt this way for a while’. Hm? Remember that part? Remember Bradley?!”

His cheeks are flushed bright red and he’s fidgeting with his watch. I can practically see the word ‘Guilty’ written in bold red letters on his forehead. I know this isn’t me, I would never do this. But I’ve got him on the ropes now. I can’t back down now. I need to make him feel at least a sliver of what I'm feeling right now.

“Did I mean anything to you? Did any of those four months mean anything?”

“What? Of course!” He sputters “You keep misunderstanding! I'm only trying to-”

“Oh for sure, I definitely wasn't just another whore to you. Just a second hole, there's someone else isn’t there?”

“Ashley please” He begs “You never cared -” “Of course I did! You have to -”

His hands are on his forehead, he's basically tearing out chunks of his hair. I can’t stop myself, I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. It's scarily addicting. I stand up, towering above him./

“You cared? Prove it! Why should I believe you? Before you said you cared but now I find out you didn’t? How does that make any sense? Tell me Bradley! How does that make any-”

All of a sudden he throws his hands down and stands up.

“IM NOT HAPPY!” He exclaims.

I'm taken aback by this, is he trying to guilt-trip me?

“Yeah well join the fuckin’ club” I retort back.

“No, you don’t get it. I’m not happy, with myself.”

Oh shit. I realize he's being serious, I feel the anger flusheing from my body and being replaced by guilt. My knees give way accordingly, no longer coursing with adrenaline. I shakily sit down on the bench, he mimics my action. We’re both at eye level now. His blonde bangs cover his face but they don't hide the tears softly falling from his big brown eyes. I feel instant regret for the explosion of anger I just had.

“I don’t love myself,” He says through sobs, “It's true. I thought by loving you I would fill that hole inside of me, but it just made it bigger.”

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Why did I have to let my temper get the better of me? I tentatively reach out and touch his hand. He looks up at me and his bangs fall to the side. His eyes are red and puffy from crying.

“I'm so so sorry. I should have told you earlier, but when I went out with you, you just seemed so happy. . . I - I wanted to make you happy.” We’re both crying now, dammit. Why’d I have to let this boy into my heart.

“But the more I spent with you, the deeper that hole inside of me became. I didn’t understand how I could fill someone else with happiness, but be so devoid of it myself.”

He takes my hands in his, they’re hard and rugged from working too much, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. It's like the world has fallen away and it's just us. Two souls fighting against the stupid bonds of love.

“But don’t for a moment think you didn’t mean anything to me.” He stutters between tears “You were my world. You . . . made my life worth living.”

He looks away, unable to hold my gaze.

“I'm just sorry, I want to make it work but I can’t. I'm just, not there-”

I fight back tears “We can make it work!”

He looks at me again “You deserve someone better”

“You are better!”

He drops my hands. No amount of pleading will make him change his mind, I can see it in his eyes. It's like his whole thoughts are mapped out in there.

“Ashley, I need time. Im not whole. I feel so fragmented, so disconnected. I need time to fix myself.”

He bites his lip,

“Maybe someday when I’m better we can try this again. But today is not that day.”

Silence hangs heavy in the air, He’s said all he needs to say and I’ve heard all I need to hear, but it still doesn’t register. It still hasn’t fully hit me. I want to believe that we’ll go home at the end of the day and fall into bed, cuddled up watching some stupid 90’s movies. Holding each other in our arms. But I know that won’t be true. It can’t be won’t be true for a while.

I look at him again, like it’s the last time I’ll ever see him again.

“We can still be friends. . . right?” I mumble.

He looks at me and a smile grows on his face, like it's the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“Of course!” he says with a small laugh “It’s not like I’ll never talk to you again. I just need some time.”

I nod slowly and without realizing it, I move in towards his soaking body. Wrapping my arms around him so tight I worry I might hurt him. I feel every curve of his body, every edge. His arms slowly wrap around my back. Squeezing with almost equal affection. I don’t want to let go, I could stay like this forever. Just me and him. He and I. Forever, for all time. Unfortunately, time continues onwards his arms slowly unwrap from my body as I cling on tightly. He gives me a gentle push to separate us and just like that it’s over. He gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead before turning around and walking away. Uttering not a word. I sit there in the rain, like a deer in the headlights. Still not feeling the freezing rain hammering away at me. Despite feeling emotionally drained, I start to cry again.

This time it doesn't feel like I’ll ever stop.

[mywritingonlyfans]

Hiii, how are you? 😊

How about a mini blurp with a really stressed and tired Ethan after a concert being all soft and fluffy with the reader?

not really stressed but deffo tired, I hope you like it, it has 815 words love!! and thanks for the request!!

With your eyes closed, you clasped your hands around his torso, letting the water relax you as the light beat of his heart along with his calm breathing softened your body.

“Someone seems to be pretty tired too,” Ethan muttered, even his voice was slow and quiet over you. “I think it’s time to leave the shower.”

“Not as much as you, golden,” you were right, that was clear just by looking at him. “But yeah, we could just go to bed.” Your arms rested on his as you looked into his tired eyes, pooled with poorly removed makeup. He was hot, but covered by a few drops of water he was even hotter.

His hand brushed against your waist in a weak touch as you were pulling a towel to yourself. Feeling his surroundings in slow motion, he did the same, smiling weakly, watching you dry your body standing next to him; the intimacy of the moment made him feel special to have you, and he knew he really was.

“Stop looking at me and change!” You said in a high-pitched voice that made him laugh lazily. “C’mon, golden, you need to have some sleep.” You added after putting on your panties, ready to rest by his side.

Wrapping your hair in the towel, you waited for him to put on his underwear, forcing him to do the same so the hotel room wouldn't be splashed with water. Still in his sleepy form, he lay down on the soft bed on his back, letting out a pleasant moan.

“I brought my hair dryer,” you muttered, jumping on his side, removing the towel from his hair, pulling your dryer into an outlet near the bed. You didn't even have to bring the object, you were going to spend only one day there with him, but you knew Ethan would probably need it; let alone that his mood the in morning was always better when his hair was shiny and free of sweat.

“You don’t have to,” he sighed so tired that he failed on keeping his eyes open for you.

“I don’t mind, I want to, I even brought you make-up remover and moisturizer!” You sat properly beside him, actually on him, on his bum exactly, tapping your fingers on the vials in your hands to let him know you were being serious about keeping him well taken care of.

“I love you, babe,” he grunted.

“I know,” you replied, parting his hair in a clumsy yet efficient way to make his hair presentable for tomorrow morning. You ran your hand through his locks, helping the dryer to do its job and then brought your fingertips to his hairline, pressing while focusing on providing a good rubbing for him. In a deep, low sigh, you felt his body relaxing beneath you.

“That’s good,” he melted in your touch, feeling specific locks being pulled between your fingers; that was his favorite part, you would braid his hair.

“Stop talkin’, you should focus on sleeping!”

“Huh, I can't sleep ‘cause I want to fall asleep with you,” his words were muffled by the pillow as his mind seemed to dissolve in your hands. As you released his braids, he took your hand in his, kissing your skin and continued, “Like, don’t get me wrong, but I’d enjoy that even though I love it when you on top of me,” you chuckled, feeling warm inside seeing him smiling in return; putting his beautiful teeth on display just for you.

“Fine,” you let your body fall to his side, one of your legs still entwined on him as you placed a kiss on his nose. “But just your eyes now, please!” he snorted, wrapping around your waist as he waited for you to wet the cotton and run it over his eyes; your fingers against his skin was soft and warm, resulting in his desire to touch you get louder than normal inside his mind and pull you closer to his body. “Okay, I’m done.”

“Finally,” his face fit into your chest; his hair tickling against your bare skin as you shifted to hug him better.

A silly, lazy smile formed on your lips, feeling the warm breath come out of his mouth and touch you as his arms wrapped fully around you. Strange how being able to see him with your own eyes, and not just facetime or call, that he was fine left you so relieved and at such a state of mental peace.

“Stop staring at me, you creepy,” he mumbled, only then you realized you were really staring at him. “Go sleep babe, you need some rest too.”

Still ecstatic, you kissed his head and nodded, “sure, but only because I’ll be here to stare at you all day tomorrow.” You added, taking his giggle as a sign of agreement as your last memory from that night before falling asleep pressed to him.

tagging: @pingpongchamps @oro-e-diamanti @user0126 @its-afucking-mess @dont-let-me-drown-in-you

[legendaryoikawa]

haikyuu boys while making out

warnings: nsfw

note: female reader insert

tsukishima kei — his hands are quite large, not to mention his lithe fingers carefully grazing your lower lip, parting them slightly with his thumb and then will slowly devour you; leaving you breathless and whining for more. kei is the type to either tease you because you’re being a good girl for him or dominate you while letting out dirty talks and calling you names; it all depends on his mood. he’ll tower over you, his hands either busy roaming around your body or grasping both of your wrists above your head while looking at you with a smoldering gaze while thrusting his hips at you at a slow and sensual manner with a slow smirk painting his face. he’s not quite fond of leaving big and nasty marks that are visible but would rather place them on places that only you and him knows about; for example on your lower back; and he’s really proud and cocky about it.

kageyama tobio — tobio is quite hard when it comes to making out with you. with his strenous training consuming most of his time, he’ll end up missing you so fucking much that he would spend his limited time with you with the idea in his mind that he has to make you feel good even in a short period of time. it’s rushed. it’s not that you mind him being rough, it’s really hot to be honest. his kisses are quite messy, hot, open-mouthed that will send your mind in an endless swirl of nothingness; just him and his sinful mouth. he’s a setter and he handles the ball with care, so despite his lips being rough, he’ll caress and hold you gently like you’re a valuable piece of porcelain vase, gently cupping your jaw and raising your face up till your eyes are meeting his dark orbs. then after kissing you for like ages, he’ll look at your swollen lips and would slightly get flustered at your current state. his weakness is seeing you look like a hot mess and he couldn’t control himself and would end up ditching his practice at some point lol

oikawa tooru — oikawa is quite playful. “you like that? huh?” “you miss me that much huh?” he’s annoying sometimes but to be frank he couldn’t finish his day without kissing you or seeing you. he’s not that clingy but he just wanted to see his energy booster before getting his ass whipped by iwaizumi. anyways, make-outs are slow, sweet and young. he prefers to make out with you in their locker room. his hands roaming around your body endlessly, slowly cupping your breasts while his mouth is connected to yours. he doesn’t show much but your existence alone is enough to send him a boner and he would just dismiss it by teasing you like the brat he is.

akaashi keiji — he is collected and calm. usually wouldn’t go and push you into making out with him no matter how much he wanted it, if you’re not in the mood for it then he doesn’t. he just knows when to initiate it with just one look. making outs usually happens randomly and when it happens, it’s magical especially with akaashi by your side. it would just start when you are talking to a colleague and akaashi cannot stop looking at you; he’ll just stare at your beautiful lips; how sexy it does look, how tempting it is, the slow movement of it whenever you utter a syllable— and it just happens, he wants you. he wants to capture those lips. but he is collected, he’ll show his hunger ‘subtly’ by placing his hands over you back and dragging it down slowly until he settles on your ass, squeezing it. and you just know it. he’ll push your frame down a counter while slowly, kissing you deeply. his tongue grazing your lower lip. he moans onto your lips while he grinds shamelessly on you. he’ll pant hard while staring at you deeply, and whisper, “you’re so fucking beautiful” or “im so fucking happy that you’re mine” magical indeed.

kuroo tetsurou — the make outs doesn’t happen as much too since he’s busy with practice but when it does happen, it happens so fast, you are already left in your undies and his lips everywhere around you. for an instance, when he visited your place because he had a spare time to offer, he would go straight into your room and announce that both of you go ‘studying’ but after a minute or two, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and started tackling you out of nowhere. it’s full of giggles and smirks. kuroo would entrap you with his big frame while starting to pepper you with small kisses then it’ll spiral down to a steamy makeout session that’ll leave you breathless and wanting for more. he’s also an avid fan of giving you dark love bites and will intentionally place them to places that are really visible to the public. he’ll go with, “that’s my baby right there” while caressing the marks he left onto the glimmering skin of your neck.

bokuto kotaro — he’s energetic as fuck and won’t stop kissing you till you raise your hand up to stop his sinful mouth. typically his kisses are too soft for you to handle. but when his dark mode is activated, every inch of your skin will be marked and bitten off and you’ll wake up with fresh, dark, marks around your breast like morning glories. he also loves to carry you around and settles on on something higher for him to have a full access to your body. his favorite will always be taking you by surprise when you’re in the kitchen preparing dinner but it’ll lead down to you being his dinner lol. makeouts with him will be so passionate and deep with his hands carresing every bit of your curvature, he’ll be muttering incoherent cusses while admiring your raw beauty that is only for him alone, there are moments where he’ll tell you to look at him while he bits down on the arch of your breast. heavy and ragged breaths. synchronous heartbeats, together yearning for each other’s touch.

iwaizumi hajime — he’s quite aloof but not with you. not fond of making out with you in public but rather in his room, where you are straddling his thick thighs with your lips connected to his. there will be a lot of sighs. not because he’s tired but he’s so ecstatic to see you and he can’t wait to devour you with all his might. might exert dominace as well, biting your lips down until he’ll hear you moan out his name loudly. all your cries for him alone. he’ll love and mutters how well your breasts fit perfectly on his large hands. he loves sliding his hands down your bare back while expertly flicking your bra straps. sometimes, he’ll run his fingertips onto your scalp, grazing down, then tugging it slightly while tilting your face up, for him to admire. he loves it when you leave marks onto him too especially on his chests. overall chill yet rough.

— this got too long, sorry jdhdhd. anyways i apologize for some grammar errors since i just typied this when i woke up a while ago! send in your request!! ily!

[insufferablelust]

idk if you’ve done this already im sorry if you have but matt with an impregnation kink but like its bad lol like he cannot stop talking about how he wants to fuck a baby into you while hes railing you 7 ways till sunday LMAO

Warnings ; Smut, Breeding kink, Married Matthew and Reader, Fluff!

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Y/N and Matthew have been happily married for about a year now, after waiting for 7 whole months he finally asked you the big question last year and everything went on perfectly after that. Many people have said that you and Matthew are each other’s soulmates— knowing how well your harmonious dynamic goes, it’s both thrilling and such a joyous experience to get to spend your days with the love of your life.

The topic of children never bothered you both, you knew you wanted at least one and he does too. At the beginning of your relationship as a wedded husband and wife, you both decided that you were going to wait to try and have kids, not because you don’t want tiny version of matthew and you’s running around with their little feet but you both just wanted to have some time to spend together, to just enjoy each other.

But that seemed to changed when At one of his friends’s daughter birthday party, he saw you running around with the children. Something inside him snapped, not the bad kind of snap, it was the snap that made him grew fond of the thought of you, you carrying his child, you carrying his child, you bringing his child to the earth, you pregnant. And dear god help him, for he was thrilled by the sole thought of you— pregnant with his child, his and his only.

The only word that could describe him these past few days is primal, after the party he went into an overdrive territorial mode, you weren’t sure at first on why he was acting this way. His grips were tighter, his kisses rougher, he grew touchy— more touchy and constantly clinging onto you, the pace when he fucks you at night seemed harder and deeper, then that was when you heard it, his loud groans, “That’s it, i’m going to fill you up baby, fill my wife up with my seed, gonna carry my child yeah? fuck you’ll look so ethereal.”

And you can’t say you hated it, In fact— you lived for it.

~

Its been a few days since that night, you were waiting for him to brought up the idea yet it never came, you frowned slightly at the thought of the possibility that he’s too shy or embarrassed to talk to you. You decided then, that if he’s not going to start, that you will.

So you went and stop your birth control few days before the actual night so you could be certain that it won’t stop you from getting pregnant. You bit the lip at the thought of him filling you up, just fucking you over and over so that could cum inside you and probably has you plugged up the entire time.

“Matthew?” You asked, voice timid as you sat down on the dining table where he already sat and cutting a piece of bread onto your plates and smile.

“Yes, darling? what can i do for my sweet wife?” He chuckled, spreading the butter slowly as you chew your inner cheeks. Heat spreading on your cheeks quickly, and of course he noticed that.

“Hey, what is it?” He asked, voice laced with concerns and his thumb reachedout to tilt your chin so you stared at his eyes. “I want to try..” Your voice was hoarse and quiet.

“What?” He gripped your chin tighter as his breathing began to speed up, “Y/N..” He said warningly, standing beside you now as you looked up to him, eyes going wide— wide, in adoration.

“I want to try.. for a baby.” You murmured, feeling his thumb slides past your lips as you suck gently. Your movements were 180 degrees from his, your breathing calm as you sucked his fingers and yet his breathing labored as he clenched his jaw and shut his mouth.

“Fuck..” He sighed dreamily before slipping his thumb out of your mouth which you allowed with a pop. Smiling at him innocently, “Matt!” You squealed as he bent down and then place you over his shoulder before carrying you up the stairs.

Matthew wastes no time before he gently placed your body on top of the sily sheets, his movements were calculated— full of affections yet the intensity was rough, so rough that it made you drunk. His lips pressed against yours as his hand traveled down your body, pressing against your lower tummy,

“Gonna let me fill you up? knock you up with my babies yeah?” He grunted against your cheeks, as you whimpered at the sound of his voice. His hand quickly remove both of your clothes before he settled himself between your legs, with his fingers circling around your tight slit slowly—the heel of his palm grinding ever so slighly against your now swollen clit.

“Oh fuck! yes yes please!” he wastes no time on pushing himself inside of you, your needy plea only leading him on, fucking you with a brutal pace.

“yeah.. so fucking tight, princess. Such a good girl for me, letting me— fuck! lettin’ me breed you nice and full..” Matthew groaned against your neck as he peppered the soft skin with marks and bruising hickeys.

His pace was still as fast and alarming, alarming you to your third orgasm of the night, you wanted it to be together with him, want him to feel you up as you cum around his cock.

“You’re clenchin round me darling, gonna cum soon? cum baby go on” He trailed, causing you to buck your hips, tightening your walls around him

“Fuck thats it, gonna fill you up! fuck— gonna look so good carrying my child— yes fuck I love you” He grunted as he let ropes and ropes of thick cum paint the insides of your walls. You hummed in satisfaction as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you.”

Matthew stared up to you, before grabbing an abandoned pillow and placed it below your hips as his fingers push the cum that managed to slip past your tight cunt back inside.

“Gotta make sure you take it all, baby.” He grinned, causing you to half-whine and half-laughing

“Well you can always stay inside of me.. that way you won’t have to worry that i’m not constantly filled up..”

Oh.. Oh.. how much he loves you.

~

I CHANGED IT A BIT i hope thats okay, and i hope that you like it! thank you so much for the req, i appreciate it a lot❤️

sorry for the lack of proper grammar, i’m still in recovery, things hasnt been easy. Thank you!

[outrebanx]

truths

Pope Heyward x female reader

Masterlist

Summary: (requested) reader is John B’s sister and is secretly dating Pope, they’ve managed to keep it hidden until John B starts to suspect something during a game of truth or dare 

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing, i think that’s it??, probably some dodgy grammar and tenses 

A/N: i always love to write for the loml pope so i was vvvv happy to get this request (sorry it took so long lmao) but anyways i struggled with this for a few days but im okay with how it turned out i think - i hope people enjoy it :)

“Truth or dare?” John B asked Kie, throwing an empty can of beer at her to catch her attention.

“Hmm truth I think.”

“Okay… if the chateau was on fire and you could save all of us but one, who would you leave?” He moved his hand at all of you sitting around the fire.

Nights like these had always been your favourite, sitting with your friends, drinking and talking until everyone got tired or until the sun came up, whichever happened first.

Not all of them were just your friends though, John B was your older brother - only by one year though so it didn’t count in your eyes, but to him he was responsible for you which meant he was ridiculously protective. You could sometimes deal with this, but as soon as it came to boys, if they (or you) had certain intentions he wouldn’t let you anywhere near them which really annoyed you.

This is the main reason why you hadn’t told him about you and Pope dating, he could be happy because he knows Pope but also he doesn’t like to think about you with anyone so  you were yet to risk that conversation with him. None of the other pogues knew either - except maybe Kie might have noticed the dynamic change between you and Pope - this meant the two of you were sneaking around, stealing kisses from each other when no one was looking and going on small dates.

You had actually liked Pope for years, but growing up with him meant for a while he didn’t see you as anything other than John B’s little sister, but something had obviously changed in the past few months because he had started acting differently, with more flirty glances and comments being passed between you - leading to you two to start dating.

“Y/N probably because she wouldn’t need me to save her like the rest of you idiots.” Kie smiled at you, making you laugh, especially as the three boys tried to protest that they weren’t damsels who couldn’t save themselves.

JJ interrupted the conversation, “Alright ignoring that Kie thinks all of us but Y/N are useless,” he turned to you, “truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You smile, ready for a challenge.

He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, “Mack the person you think is the hottest in the group.”

John B groaned where he sat, covering his face, not noticing the blush that crept across your cheeks as you glanced at Pope and met his eyes, a small smile playing at his lips.

You heard JJ confidently pucker his lips beside you as you stood up, but walked over to Pope instead, leaning down to meet his face, one hand gently cupping his jaw as you press your lips against his. It takes everything you have not to deepen the kiss, both of you wanting more but being very aware of the whoops from the others and the glare John B is giving the both of you behind your back. So you pull back, his breath fanning over your lips and you wink at him before standing up and hearing back to where you were sitting, unable to control the blush and smile on your face.

Both Kie and JJ made a few comments before getting involved in a dare for JJ to strip off and jump in the marsh, leaving John B to stare at you curiously, almost as if he saw more in that kiss with Pope than just a dare - and you were getting nervous.

Once JJ was back, dripping wet and smiling at his little success you announced that you were going to get some more snacks and drinks, Pope chirping up, “I’ll come and help.”

You walked away from the fire in silence, exchanging glances and smiles, careful not to walk too close as you could feel John B’s following the two of you.

But as soon as you went through the door and into the kitchen the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, Pope wrapped his arms around you, “I think John B might try and murder me in my sleep tonight judging from the look on his face after we kissed.”

You laugh, “Maybe, but at least we have finally kissed in front of him - baby steps.”

Pope moves his hand from your waist and reaches for your face, running his thumb along the corner of your mouth, he says, “Well he’s not here now, so….”

Without hesitating you close the gap between you, your breath quickening as your lips meet his for the second time that evening. His mouth is warm and soft, parting beneath yours, as the kiss becomes more passionate he moves you towards the counter, breaking the kiss for a moment to lift you onto the kitchen side. Once up, you lock your legs around his waist and capture his mouth in another long, lingering kiss, trying to contain the smile that was beginning to show on your face.

“What the fuck?!” John B shouted from behind Pope, the two of you broke away, turning to face your brother who had walked in when the two of you were too involved in the kiss.

“John B listen I-“ You began saying, but was interrupted by Kie and JJ popping their heads round the door, “What’s happened?” Kie asked.

“Those two are macking!” The shock and anger still hadn’t passed off your brother’s face, but both Kie and JJ smiled at the two of you at this revelation.

“Fucking finally, I wondered why you stopped telling me how hot she was bro.” JJ beamed, seemingly proud of his best friend for getting a girl.

“No this isn’t okay!” John B kept moving his head to look at all of you, unsure why he was the only one reacting badly, “She’s my baby sister and he’s one of my best friends!”

“Fuck off JB,” you began speaking, ready to give your brother an earful, “First off I’m not that much younger than you so you can’t act like it’s your job to protect me, especially when I’m the one who seems to keep us afloat.”

His eyes moved to the floor, nodding at what you were saying but obviously guilty about his reaction.

Pope’s arms wrapped around you from behind as you continued speaking, “Listen JB, I love you because you’re my brother, but you don’t have the right to control who I’m with and you should be happy the person I choose to love is Pope, because you know that he is an amazing person inside and out and would never hurt me. Okay?”

He lifts his head to meet your eyes, a small smile playing at his lips, “Yeah okay and I’m sorry for acting like that Y/N,” his eyes glance at Pope, “and you too man, you’re a great catch and I know you’ll treat her right.”

“Alright then, now that that’s all over can we go back to drinking please?” You asked, ready to move back towards the fire.

“In a second.” You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion at your brother as he walked towards you and Pope, smiling when he opened his arms.

Both you and Pope moved towards him, first you encircled your arms around John B’s waist, then Pope followed by wrapping his arms around you both. It didn’t take long for Kiara and JJ to join in on the group hug, everyone laughing as you and your brother were squished and protested for everyone to let you breathe.

After the hug, the whole mood was improved and you all began filing out of the kitchen and towards the fire once again. Except this time you and Pope were holding hands, a weight off both your chests now that everything was out in the open.

JJ jokingly punched Pope’s shoulder, “This opens up so many possibilities for truth or dare now by the way.”

“Oh yeah, I can’t wait to find out what you two lovebirds have done so far.” Kie piped up from where she walked a few steps ahead, smiling as she turned to look at you

John B groaned beside you, “Please no, I’m fine with them being together but I do not want to hear anything about it.”

“We’re definitely gonna have to ask now man and they have to answer - it’s the rule of the game.” JJ laughed.

With that John B chased after JJ, both of them sprinting towards the fire as your brother shouted, “Don’t ask a single fucking thing JJ!”

Both you and Pope chuckled at the scene in front you, then turned to each other to share a quick kiss before joining the others.

Tags: @outerbankslut​ (ty babes for making me feel better about this the other night)

[shxllxfx]

Now prt. 2 // Happy Lowman

Happy Lowman x Telford!Reader ; Chibs Teford x Daughter!Reader ; Abusive!Ex-Boyfriend x Reader

Summary: Happy and Y/N go to the supermarket to meet find an unpleasant surprise

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mentions of injuries, language, grammar? English isn't my mothertounge.

A/N: Im sorry that it took me so lang and that its a bit boring, I still hope you like it. I’ve never been abused in any way, so I don’t know hat its like. If you are being abused, please make sure to talk to someone and get help, you are not alone and if you want to talk, you can also talk to me. Lots of love xx

Words: 2483

Taglist: @leahlahote (I just tagged you in that one too, because I tagged you in the last one, if you dont want me to just tell me xx) @sandra-22s-world

If you want to be tagged in my future posts or just posts about Happy or Sons of anarchy, tell me :)

Masterlist   Part 1

It was the first week in years you had slept almost all the way through. Ivy woke up a couple times and demanded to be soothed, but other than that, this week had been the best one in your life. You and Chibs had gotten closer. You had a lot in common and you trusted him. He was so good with Ivy, just like the other ones here. This morning you felt someone stroking your shoulder, you winced away as the person touched on of your bruises. "I'm sorry, darlin'" You opened your eyes to look at your father who was sitting at the edge of your bed, Ivy sitting on his lap. They got you a dorm you could stay in Ivy, it was cozy. "I thought it would be good if I would spend a little time with her? Give you some time to get settled here?" He said, looking around in the room and nodding towards your bags on the floor. You sat up against the headboard while nodding slightly. "That would be awesome.” You said and nodded. “I could use some time for myself.” Chibs smiled and stood up, putting Ivy on his hip. “Looks like it’s a Granddaughter-Grandfather day then.” Ivy put her hand around his finger and laughed. He was really growing into the Grandpa-Role since you got here. You could tell she already had him wrapped around her little finger.

 “You can spend the day getting to know the others, if you want to. We’ve got a few others coming down from Tacoma today.” He said leaving for the door, grabbing the diaper bag that sat on the edge of your bed. You slightly nodded and waved as they left. “And we are going to the park, darlin’” He rocked Ivy as they left. You got up and started to get ready for the day, grabbing some clothes out your bag and leaving for the bathroom, stripping down your clothes and putting on a white crop top and black jeans. You pulled your hair up in a simple ponytail and washed you face after brushing your teeth. When you walked back into the bedroom, you couldn’t help but looking into the full body mirror placed on the wall. The big bruise on your right side was visible, like an accessory it was showing itself, like the rest of them.

 One on your cheek that was almost heeled, with his yellow color it was only really visible when you stared at it, the other one at your arm could clearly be identified as a hand print, changing the colors from blue to yellow, but the one on your side would stay for longer than the others, dark blue and violet. “It’s over.” You quietly whispered to yourself. And you knew it was. He would never be able to hurt you again and if he would try, you had a whole army of people willing to protect you. They were all awesome to you once you came here, even though there were some individuals that didn’t talk to you too much, like Clay. Tig, Juice, Halfsack and Jax on the other hand had started to become good friends. They were nice and you liked that most of them didn’t treat you as if you would break down every second. Juice was a bit more conscious with his words and actions, trying not to say or do anything wrong, but he still tried and acted normal around you.

A few guys were already sitting at the tables when you walked in, others, like Jax were standing by the pool table. You poured yourself a coffee, greeting Tig and Clay that were both leaning against the counter. “You know that you dads out with your kid?” Giving Tig a nod as an answer you took a sip from your cup, pulling it back before you burned your lip. The coffee was too hot to drink right away. “He said he’s taking her to the park.” Tig scoffed and you started to laugh at his expression. His face was just ridiculous. It was a mixture of disgust and a smile and you thought that he didn’t know what to think. “She already got him wrapped around her little finger.” A laugh escaped your lips and you shook your head. “Same for you.” Clay grunted and bumped his shoulder in Tigs. Giving him a smile, you walked over to Jax, who was just about to hit a ball. “Careful.” You exclaimed and laughed, as he failed and turned around. “You are a monster.” He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in for a hug. The two of you had become quite close after this first week. He talked a lot with you, and you had the opportunity to meet his girlfriend Tara, who went through the same you did. It felt good to have someone to talk with. Someone who understood you. When he pulled away you saw a new face, a tall guy with a tattoo on his head who looked at you with an odd expression, you could tell he didn’t trust you. You were used to that by now, trust is to be earned and you understood that. “Hey.” You said, sticking out your hand. “I’m (Y/N). Chibs daughter.” His eyebrows raised as he took your hand and shook it. “Didn’t know he had a daughter.”

“He didn’t know as well, long story.” You sighed and pulled your hand back before taking a sip from your cup.

“That’s Happy. He’s one of our guys from Tacoma.” Jax explained and you nodded, eyes still on the man in front of you. He was quite intimidating. Tattoo on his skull, dark eyes and a serious face. His eyes burned on your body as he let them wander over your body, stopping right on your right side. He was looking at the bruise, you thought, and your heartbeat increased, hoping he wouldn’t mention it. You inhaled shakily before looking at Jax. “I gotta go back in my dorm…do some cleaning.” Jax gave you a nod before patting your shoulder. “If you need anything just ask.” He said and gave you a smile.

With that you walked back to your dorm, giving Happy a small smile. You wanted the people around here to like you, to accept you. You were new, appeared all the sudden and were a stranger, not only to them but to your father as well. You could be a danger; you were a possible danger and you knew that. You knew that their trust had to be earned, just like with everybody else but it would be a bit harder with them. You knew that your dad trusted you, but just because you knew things others couldn’t have known. You also knew that Jax somewhat trusted you, but with Clay, for example, it was clear that he would be a hard piece of work.

You started grabbing your clothes out of the bag and put them into the drawers. T-shirts, Jeans, hoodies, underwear, everything found a place. You sighed and pushed the bag under the bed. The only regret you had about leaving your boyfriend was not taking any books. Now he had all of them. Taking the bag, you packed for Ivy, you opened the next drawer, putting everything away. A few of her stuffed animals and toys were still at the other house and you didn’t even want to think about going back there, but you knew one way or another, you had to. So many things were still at the house, memories, books, pictures, toys, hell even clothes. Grabbing the diaper bag, you sighed. The diapers were empty and so was the baby snacks. You took your purse and left your dorm again. “Where you going?” Jax asked from the pool table, beer in a hand. The only ones that were still in the clubhouse were him, Juice and Happy. “I’m out of Diapers and snacks for Ivy.” You shrugged and his eyebrow raised. “So what? You just wanted to go alone?” You nodded while he shook his head, confusion growing on your face. His eyes went to your side, to the bruise and you suddenly understood what he meant. “Your dad would kill me if I would let you go out all alone.” He explained and now you were the one shaking heads. “I just know you guys are busy. It would just take ten minutes.” Jax whipped his face and looked at Juice. “I can’t. Gotta do research for Clay.” He looked up from his laptop and gave you an apologetic smile. Jax sighed again and looked at Happy. “I have to get home to Tara and the baby. Can you take her?” Happy gave Jax a nod and walked towards you, Jax gave you a smile. “If anything happens, Happy will protect you, okay? He’s not coming near you.” Slightly nodding you looked down.

You felt like he was still controlling your life even if he wasn’t there. You still couldn’t do what you want, and someone had to babysit you, to make sure that nothing happens. Of course, it made you feel better in a way; you knew that he couldn’t harm you if one of the Sons was with you, but you didn’t want to see him at all. You didn’t want to constantly have to think about him being there and jumping you on the streets. You wanted to finally live your life, with your little girl and your dad, in peace. Just without having to think about him.

“You gonna need that.” Happy mumbled and handed you a helmet. You were now standing outside, in front of the Teller-Morrow Auto shop and next to all the bikes. Shaking your head, you gave it back to him. “I’m not getting on that thing.” You pointed at the bikes, fear in your eyes as he pulled his eyebrows together. “Why? You’re Chibs daughter and you’re scared of the bikes?” He put one hand in his side and tilted his head to the right. Again, you shook your head. “Not scared, no…not really. Its just…I’ve never been on a bike before. And if you didn’t know, my dad and I don’t know each other for that log so…” He nodded slowly and pushed the helmet in your hand again. “Were gonna change that.” He said and turned around to the bike, sitting down. “Nothing to be scared of, little girl. Sit down.” His raspy voice made you shiver, and you swallowed, putting the helmet on and slowly walking over to him. He didn’t take his eyes of you as he nodded his head behind him. “That’s crazy.” You muttered and shook your head while sitting down. He started the bike and grabbed your hands, placing them on his torso, sending another shiver through your body. “Just don’t let go.” He said and you nodded, knowing he didn’t see it as he turned around again, slowly leaving the parking lot of the auto shop.

Your heart was racing, and your breath unsteady when he stopped in front of the supermarket. Happy helped you get off the bike and you took the helmet off. Taking a deep breath in you tried to normalize your heartbeat, a big grin on your face. “Wasn’t that bad, huh?” He grunted and you shook your head with a laugh. You blood was flooded with adrenaline and you felt yourself shaking a bit. “No. God…not at all.” You started to laugh and put a hand over your heat, exhaling slowly. “I just hope that its normal that my heart is beating so fast.” Happy shrugged and walked to the door of the supermarket, which made you turn around. Five people were just standing there, staring at the both of you, as you straightened your back and followed him, going through the door.

You were searching for diapers in an aisle and looked for the brand you always got. “Those okay?” Happy stood a few feet away from you, diapers in his hands. “It’s the right brand, but the wrong size.” You said, taking the package and pointing on the number. “Its for newborns. Ivy’s a bit too big for that.” You laughed and put it back, taking the diapers next to it. Right brand, right size. “Haven’t met her yet, but Jax told me she’s got Chibs wrapped around her finger.” He muttered and you nodded while turning around, searching for your snacks next. “It’s like that with everyone she meets. There’s no way one couldn’t love Ivy…ah!” You grabbed the blue package of crackers, the ones Ivy loved. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him nod, eyes on the bruise that was shown a bit more because your shirt slipped up. “Its nothing, really. Gonna be gone in a few weeks.” You sighed and turned towards him. He shook his head. “Didn’t seem like nothing when Jax said that I had to protect you.” His eyebrows pulled together. Taking another package of snacks, you shook your head. “They are just scared that he’s coming after me and Ivy. I bet they told you?”

“Who told who what, (Y/N)?” Your eyes widened and you turned to the other side, dropping what was in your hands. There he was, legs parted as he firmly stood his ground, arms crossed and eyes dark, you knew what was going to happen next. “Mark…I…” You stuttered and took a few steps to the back, which made him take a few towards you. Happy immediately reacted and stepped beside you, picking up the things from the floor with out taking his eyes off Mark. Your Ex scoffed and raised an eyebrow at Happy, who pushed your groceries back in your hands and then you behind him. “You better leave.” He almost growled and you winced in shock when both took a step forward. “What, you already got a new one? You fucking bitch! Did you cheat on me, huh?” The vein on his head was about to pop, just like always when he was yelling at you. “The only one who cheated was you!” A sudden wave of confidence rose above you, making you take a step forward, but still staying behind Happy. He was taller than Mark, and more muscular too but you didn’t know how good of a fighter he was, and you prayed to god that you didn’t have to find out. “I’m gonna kill you! You can’t always be protected. You shouldn’t have left.” Now Mark took a few steps back, finger pointed at you to give his threat more power. Your shoulders were pulled up and your jaw clenched as an evil smirk appeared on Marks face. “You can’t hide from me forever, (Y/N). I already found you in charming. You can’t run.”

[astra-musings]

catch a break, part 2

requested? yep, continuation of a request by @faithiebrock01​

this fic includes: owen grady x ready, fluff(?), ooc? kinda? lots of question marks today

warnings: some graphic imagery, the indom kinda uh eats a person so there’s that, but i don’t think i got too much into the details so,, also im pretty sure my grammar and tenses are all over the place in this lmao

summary: chaos. that’s... kinda it. a lack of understanding and a great deal more of underestimating a genetically-engineered animal’s intelligence and abilities definitely creates a mess that you can’t even begin to clean up.

a/n: so... my last update was... apparently a month ago... im SO sorry... covid really fucked me up, it got IB exams cancelled and idk how to feel! im sorry! but uh i will definitely try to be more consistent (ahem) with updates, i feel so bad oh no but 🥺please still give this lots of loveee

word count: 1.8k+ (oops)

part 1 // part 1.5

masterlist

Your body involuntarily tensed upon entering the Indominus's enclosure. You were looking for an entire dinosaur (which, when you think about it, was weird; how did something that enormous go missing?), and yet couldn't help serenity that bubbled inside you from being in a forest and submerged in nature's sounds. Talk about conflict.

Owen immediately walks over to the claw marks, hands reaching out to trace over the whitened cement. If you didn't actually know him, you might've called him excited to be here. You knew he wasn't.

You'd only been standing in the heat for a few minutes but could already feel your clothes gradually dampening with the sweat that started to gather. "How the hell would that thing have gotten out, anyway? Not like it could've walked out without anyone seeing it."

Barely a second passes before the too-familiar sound of rustling leaves comes from behind you. Too far to be something on the ground. Too crisp to be just a few leaves you stepped on. And much too loud to be just the wind. Owen's shoulders tense visibly before he turns back to you, already trying to make sure you were close by.

Your eyes meet his in silent confirmation. It's still here.

Right before the warning signals from your brain can reach your limbs, a roar rips through the jungle-like enclosure, so deep and so loud that it vibrates in your ribcage, as though you stood too close to the speakers at a party and someone was playing bass-boosted hits.

Owen reacts before you do, grabbing your wrist and turning the other way. Your legs move on their own accord, stepping into a sprint before your brain actually registers what's happening. 

The security guard that was frozen stiff in the control room must've been keeping an eye on the two of you with the cameras while you were in the enclosure, because the reinforced gates a few feet away from you started sliding open. You only hoped you had enough time to slip through the opening before the Indominus did.

But just as you and Owen closed in on the gates, they started to close again. Owen throws the briefest glance back towards the control room, as if the guard could hear the nearly audible 'what the hell?' his face was giving off. You push the wrist he was holding towards him. Keep moving.

Adrenaline fuels your bodies, steering you and Owen on autopilot towards the gate that, at this point, seemed like it was moving further away. The gap through which you’d escape wasn't getting any wider either.

Owen reaches his hand out, extending his form, as though he was holding open the doors to an elevator. As if it would stop hundreds of tons' worth of metal and cement.

Your ears ring. Owen's body slips swiftly through the still-narrowing gap of the metal gates as his grip on your hand tightens almost painfully. A reminder that both of you were going to make it out of that enclosure. I've got you. You're with me.

And you do; you nearly crash into him as you push your legs just that much more so that you could catch up to Owen.

You turned back to look at the gates, feet still running on autopilot. Instead of seeing the gates close and finally allowing your body to come to a halt, hooked claws slipped through the seemingly too-small gap, its tips digging into the hard, layered cement as though it was anything but.

"You're fucking kidd–" You barely get the entire sentence out before Owen pulls you to the side, pushing you under an SUV as he followed a second later.

You manage to turn your head to the side, straining your eyes as you tried to gauge what the hell this animal was trying to do. Turns out, it wasn't that hard to figure out – you watched the workers' scrambling feet run across the gravel, trying to get themselves to safety, only to be followed by the too-large and too-scaly feet of the Indominus. You watched as its claws came to a brief halt behind each man and woman, before a distant thud ensued, followed by a headless or torso-less figure dropping onto the ground. You watched as those same claws grow nearer to where you and Owen were.

You gripped his hand. Your breathing was still labored, not having been able to come down off of the adrenaline that still kept you going.

Owen's hand pulls out of yours, prompting you to snap your head towards him in worry. What are you doing? Where are you going?

He seems to read your mind, nodding slightly as a response. He pulls a drop point knife from his back pocket, reached up above him and immediately started to tear apart some of the thicker linings on the underside of the vehicle.

You jab your elbow into him as silently as you could; what the hell was he doing? Was he going to blow up the car while you were still under it?!

He ignores you, continuing his relentless crusade on the wiring. Soon after Owen pulls them and empties its contents over the both of you as you scrunch your nose and eyes up. You're showered with cold liquid – water? No, water didn't stink; this was gasoline. Would this hurt the baby? Now you're really worried. You'd always trusted Owen in making decisions before, especially regarding your raptors, but now you were starting to question him for the first time.

A crunch in the gravel makes you spin your head to face the exterior of the car. It's those claws again. You'd almost forgotten about them in your, what now seems like blissful ignorance, worrying about Owen and his knife work.

Owen's hand grips your outer forearm, swiftly turning your body sideways to face him as he does the same. He didn't want you to keep looking. You feel his hand cradle your head to his chest. 

Warmth spreads across your back. No, not from what Owen was doing. It was a literal, physical warmth. Like someone turned a fan on, but it spun out hot air instead of cool air. Like what you'd feel if someone whispered so close to ear that you could feel their breath on you.

It was the Indominus. Didn't take a genius to figure that part out. Except, now that you knew what it was, your nose seemed to involuntarily hone in on the metallic hints of the air that continued to fan across the both of you. Blood.

Your eyes screw shut as you press your forehead farther into Owen as the Indominus lets out a low growl from the base of its throat. It was so close to you, you felt your chest vibrate with the sound.

Almost as quick as it came, the Indominus struts away from the vehicle, away from you. The thumps and vibrations ripple across the ground, fading with the Indominus's continuous, low growls.

The gravel shifts once more, only this time it was right next to you, and the source of the sound was Owen – one you knew and one that was much, much, more comforting than some genetically-engineered beast. Fishing for his phone, he pushes his hips up to reach into his back pocket. His fingers move deftly across the screen, swiping and punching for some currently unknown number. The hand behind your head holds you closer to his chest.

The dull ringing of the phone is interrupted, "Owen! The Indominus esc–"

"Yeah, I fucking know it escaped! You didn't see Y/N and I running for our fucking lives, Claire?!"

So it was Claire on the other end.

"Of course I saw, Owen. I saw everything. Are you okay? How's Y/N?–"

"You don't get to fucking ask how we are, Claire. You put us in that room. You put your workers, your security guards and yourself in danger. You put Y/N in danger," at the mention of your name, you lift your head away from his chest and place a hand in its place. You could tell he was getting a little heated. Ever since you'd gotten together and started working with the raptors, he'd been extra-sensitive about your getting in harm's way.

"Speaking of security guards; the one that was with us in there? Yeah, his head's just making its way down the Indominus's digestive tract. So yeah, we're fuckin’ peachy."

Silence follows on the other end. Owen heaves out a sigh, as though reluctant to be having this conversation.

"Y/N and I are gonna make our way back to you. Keep an eye on that... thing. You need to keep it the hell away from your park guests, otherwise–" Owen pauses. Not a single one of you wanted to say, or even think, about what would happen, otherwise. He hangs up with a huff.

"C'mon, baby, let's get you outta here." He slides himself out from under the car as you begin to do the same, getting to your side just as you're about to get up. He dusts off your shirt, taking your face in his hands with the gentlest cradle.

"Are you okay?" he tilts your head from one side to another, looking for injuries, "Did it getcha? Scratches? Bruises? Does it hurt anywh–"

"I'm fine, Owen," placing your hands on his forearms, you bring his frantic movements to a stop, "this head might just fall off if you move it anymore, though." You try to joke.

He lets out a breath, "S'not funny, baby. I don't know how you're still laughing after that."

"I'm just tryna make you smile, love," you give him a gentle but reassuring grin, "no, but really, I'm okay. Promise. A few scratches, I think, but that was from the gravel."

"Besides," you start, "some 40-feet tall dinosaur could never lay a claw on me." You puff your chest out comically.

Owen laughs heartily. "You're somethin' else, y'know that? God, I dunno what I'd do without you. Too strong for your own good," he pauses briefly to entwine your hands, "c'mon, we still got a long way to go before we get to the control room. We'll take the bike, yeah?"

You let out a small 'mhm' in response, smiling up at him before he turns to lead you to where his motorbike was still, supernaturally, scratch-free except for the fact that it was turned to its side.

Owen turns back to give you one last smile before letting go to pick up and reposition his bike. You take those few seconds to let your smile drop as your mind and hands wander back to your stomach for the nth time that day. 

"C'mon, Y/N," he beckons you from the now upright bike, "you alright?" He seemed to notice your sudden change in expression.

"Yeah, I'm good," you bite your tongue, not wanting to add onto his currently growing list of worries, "Let's go."

[kokobop-fire]

Birth {Kim SeokJin}

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the gifts that I use, algo English is not my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

"I already have the results. Everything is fine; you only have what is known as Braxton hicks. It is your body preparing for the delivery" your gynecologist smiled at you. "Now you can go, try to relax and enjoy your last days as much as you can."

She left your room, leaving you alone with Jin; you sighed, relaxing a bit, you placed a hand on your belly, you were sure that you had gone into labor.

"Im really sorry, Jin," you apologized. Jin looked up from his phone, most likely telling the boys that it was a false alarm.

"Jagi, it's not your fault. It's something you can't control" he kissed you on the forehead. "At least it served us as practice."

You smiled slightly. Even so, the guilt did not leave your body. Everything happened fast. One moment you were singing at the top of your lungs and screaming in the middle of the boy's concert, and the next minute, you felt a stabbing pain in your lower belly.

You were as fast as you could backstage, ten minutes later, Jin found himself next to you on the way to the hospital, you felt bad because he left the concert, the fans paid to see the 7 of them.

"Jin ... Really sorry, this was your last concert without being a dad, you had to enjoy it to the fullest. Besides, we weren't ready, it's only two weeks until the baby arrives, and we don't have anything, we don't have a car seat, the nursery is not ready, and the hospital bag is not ... "Jin shut you up with a kiss."

"Honey, don't worry, we will have everything ready for when the baby arrives," He got at the height of your belly, "and you young lady enjoys your time in there, you got me exciting for nothing" she gave you a light kiss belly.

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You smiled when Jin painted Jimin's shirt, causing him to start whine; seven days ago, you had begun to have your Braxton Hicks, no day passed that the contractions intensified the pain.

Today the boys were in charge of decorating your princess's room, and you were taking advantage of it to start preparing individual dishes for Jin's birthday, which was the next day.

You were also using it to take care of Jung Hwa and practice when your baby is here. You started to sing to him while you gave him some banana-flavored puff cereal; Jung Hwa started laughing. He had the same smile as his Dad.

"Jagi, the room is ready," you heard Jin's voice; you took Jung Hwa before heading to your baby's future room.

The room was beautiful. Everything was white with purple and pink. There were several butterflies and alpacas you entered your room and took the RJ teddy that was in the crib. "OMG, the room is beautiful, thank you very much, but someone can explain to me what  does this stuffed animal in the baby's crib."

"RJ is my first baby. Let her occupy the crib for a while until my princess arrives," Jin replied with a smile.

"Really, guys, thank you very much for helping me with the nursery; with this, I have almost everything ready for the baby's arrival."

"Anything for our future niece is no problem."

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You groaned loudly when you were finally able to get out of bed without Jin's help. You looked at the 12:01 AM clock; it was officially your beautiful Boyfriend's birthday.

You heard how the water fell from the shower. An hour ago, since the boys have left, you entered the kitchen looking for the little cake you had prepared for him. You entered the room, finding Jin sitting on the bed, shirtless and only in his pajama bottoms. He was concentrating on looking at his phone.

Before you could start singing Happy Birthday, Jin looked up, smiling at you. "You remembered our tradition."

You agreed, lighting the candle again. "Of course, this tradition I could fulfill it this year, now make a wish"

The tradition of the little cake started on your first birthday of Jin being his girlfriend, you were just graduating from college, and you didn't have enough money to buy him an expensive gift, so you decided to make him a cake from scratch, something that he loved. And you kept doing it.

Jin closed his eyes for a moment before blowing out the candle. "I'm ready for the next tradition."

"Babe, there's no way I'm going to do it, I look like a whale, and I don't feel sexy." "For me, you are the sexiest woman in the world, and besides this year, you have fewer clothes than other years" Jin winked at you. "Tradition is tradition."

You lowered your gaze to your belly; you only had an old strappy sweater that now fit you like a crop top leaving your giant stomach exposed and some small pajama pants that Jin had to help you put on.

"Do it, babe. I want to see you doing the strip dance."

The other gift you gave Jin for her birthday was a strip dance that became a tradition for her birthday.

You closed your eyes, sighing heavily. "Ready for your eyes to bleed?"

"That will never happen."

You started humming a song while trying to dance "You like this Boy?" You rubbed your belly while trying to dance sexually. You began to move your sweater slightly, letting the hillock of your breasts look more pronounced.

Jin laughed when you tried to lower your pants, but you almost fell in the attempt. "Im going to gag you dead if you keep laughing."

Jin moved his hands over your non-existent waist before lowering them to your butt and spanking you. You moaned slightly for the feeling, "Happy 28th to you, I love you so much, but I can't anymore. My back hurts too much" you lay down on his side.

"Princess, do you have any idea how much I love you and your mother?" he started kissing your belly.

"She Knows, now shut up and lie down to sleep" run a hand through his soft hair.

"I'm sorry, darling, but tradition is tradition, so princess, close your eyes, that dad is going to do terrible things to your mother" you smiled slightly. You could feel the heaviness in your eyes.

"How is it possible that you want to have sex with me right now?"

"Do you know how sexy you are? I always want to have sex with you. I don't know what I did to have a beautiful girlfriend like you. "Jin murmured against your neck.

I was going to answer him when you felt like a liquid began to go down your legs. "Jin, I think my water broke."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You let out another cry when you felt another contraction again. Jin took your hand. "Breathe deeply, Love."

It was already seven in the morning, and the baby gave no signs that she would be out any time soon. "Shut the fuck up, Jin."

You couldn't take the pain anymore; Jin's mother and the boys had already visited you. The boys' visit was quick to avoid attracting attention. During the day, they would go out in public and try to entertain the paparazzi.

Something you were deeply grateful for, the last thing you needed to worry about was the fans and paparazzi.

"If you think about it, maybe the baby and I have the same birthday."

"I know."

Your gynecologist came into your room. "How are you?"

"For the moment, fine, I just can't stand the pain anymore" She nodded slightly before checking your vaginal dilation.

"Well, it's ready to push. You're 8 centimeters. It's enough for you to start pushing" the gynecologist left the room just as began another strong contraction.

"Breath Jagi, the pain will soon end" Jin retook your hand.

"Jin, I love you, so I apologize for anything I say to you for the next few minutes" you connected your lips with his

The gynecologist came back in accompanied by two nurses. "Ready?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Push, you are going to push for the next 5 seconds, keep going," your gynecologist told you before starting counting slightly.

"I Cant" you yelled, interrupting her. Your entire lower back hurt, and you were covered in sweat.

Jin was taking one of your legs to facilitate your birthing position "the next contraction should be in 30 seconds."

"I can't keep pushing," you whimpered. You could feel your whole face hot from the effort. You screamed again when you felt the contraction. You started to push harder.

"I know you can love" Jin lightly wiped the sweat from your forehead.

"The Head has already come out, (Y / N) I need you to push harder for the shoulders to come out" You started Push again.

"Oh my God," you shouted again before feeling the pain magically go away, little cries began to fill the room.

"She is so beautiful, Jagi" Jin had tears in his eyes. The nurse placed the baby on your chest after they cleaned her.

Jin took her in her arms. She looked extremely tiny against Jin's chest. You felt your eyes fill with tears. "Happy birthday. I hope you like my present."

"You are kidding me? I love it. I want another one like that for my next birthday" He leaned in, giving you another kiss on the forehead, before wiping the tears that were running down your face. "Thank you (Y / N). You make me the happiest man in the world.

You smiled at his words. If five years ago they had told you that you were going to go out with an idol and have his baby, you would have laughed in his face. You always imagined that you would end up with a lawyer, but life is full of surprises, and you were grateful that Jin was one of them.

The baby began to cry until they leaned her against your chest again. "I Love You, baby girl" you lightly kissed her little head.

Kim Soo Jin {김수진} Born on  (12/04)

[iaemjnct]

[10:56 pm]

a/n: i recommend listening to escape by kehlani while reading this :)

you sit against the wall at the back of the practice room as you watch idol!jeno practicing. his comeback is in a few days. you’re obviously excited and happy for him to comeback. after being gone for almost a year, it’s nice to see him and the dreamies back.

he invited you to see him practice for tonight. it was only you and him in the room for the night. as you lean back, you couldn’t help but admire him. the way his dance moves were smooth yet sharp and clean. the way his jaw clenches when he focuses. the way his biceps flex. the determination in his soft eyes.

but you quickly shook all these thoughts away. you’re his best friend. only a best friend. you’ve known him for quite a while, ever since he came in a cafe where you were studying and accidentally dumped his drink on you. not a classy move for a first move but hey, look where you are now. best friends with an idol. but you couldn’t help but start to grow feelings for him. the more you hanged around with him and also the dreamies, the more your feelings grow more and more. every night, you’re mind goes off to him before sleeping, every morning the first person you would always text ‘ good morning ‘ to is him. and mostly everyday, you hang out with him and the dreamies unless they have a schedule or you have to go to your lectures. obviously, your feelings couldn’t help it.

but since jeno was an idol, it’s obviously hard for him to date. you feel like he should be free and continue to be successful and focus on his career and not be distracted. you believe that that both of you are better off as friends and you don’t want to mess that up. so as hurtful as it is, you ignore all your feelings, thoughts towards him. but there are moments where you can’t always control your mind.

jeno stops dancing for a split second and looks at you in the mirror. you were in deep thought, not really saying anything and just staring at the floor. he quickly dries off his sweat with a towel before walking towards you. he then sat in front of you with his legs spread apart.

“y/n.” he softly said your name. you snap out of your thoughts and look up at him. you gave him a small smile.

“why’d you stop practicing? you were so deep into it.” you said.

“took a break for a bit before i realized you were in deep thought, just wanted to know if you’re alright.” he said before taking a sip of water.

“i’m fine really. just school been kicking my ass but it’s alright.” you chuckled.

he playfully scoffed. “i see right through you. i know it wasn’t about school.”

“i swear it was. don’t worry.” you reassured him.

then there was silence for a good 5 minutes or so. so you stood up, checked the time on your phone.

“it’s getting late and i have school the next day.” you told him. he stood up too and placed his things down. he just stares at you. you looked at him weirdly.

“why are you staring at me?” he then moves closer to you. you were surprised at first but mentally calmed down. he slowly leaned in with his hand touching your cheek. you slowly closed your eyes as you felt his lips on yours. it was a soft but passionate kiss. you couldn’t help but feel like you’re knees are about to give up on you. your lips felt like they were perfectly molded for jenos’.

you both pulled away slowly and looked at each other. but then a pang of thoughts and feelings hit you. you start to frown.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have kissed you. god im such an idio-.”

“you’re not. don’t say that. i enjoyed the kiss.” you reassured him. but he looked at you.

“but what’s wrong?”

“i-.” you don’t know what to say. as much as you want to be in a relationship with him, you don’t want to be a burden to him and his career.

“jeno, i’ve been falling for you for a long time already. i can’t help but feel this way about you. i always feel something when i’m with you. but as much as i want to be with you, i can’t. i don’t want to be a distraction for you and your career. but god i can’t help but think about you with someone else, that’ll hurt like hell.”

he just stayed silent. he was speechless. he was starting to fall for you. but him to find out that you feel this way also. he doesn’t know what to think.

“i still want to be with you but not any deeper. i want to be worth escaping to, when you feel out of place or need me for something, need a break from the stress of being an idol,i don’t know. i don’t want you to risk your career for me.” at this point you had tears streaming down your face. you look to see him and he had tears in his eyes.

you just smiled and wiped the tears off from your face and jeno’s.

“i’ll always be here, but i just don’t want to be burden.”

he pulls you into a hug. it was a strong but delicate hug. you bury your head in the crook of his neck as he puts your chin on top of you head.

“you’ll wait right?” his voice cracked.

“of course.”

you two just stand there, hugging each other like there is no tomorrow. you would do anything for jeno, but you wouldn’t want to let him lose himself while looking for you.

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a/n: hi guys :) i took a long break from writing as you can tell. i’m not sure if i’m able to write all the time but since with quarantine, i think i can but not as much.

the song escape by kehlani inspired me to write this. but i hope you still like this even though i’m a bit rusty lol. sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, this is not proofread.

have a nice day :)

[sgtduckybucky]

coming home to you

Genre: hurt/comfort, romance, angst and slight fluff.

Warning(s): slight au

Words: 2058

A/N: euhedeuhed NO ONE TOLD ME ALFIE WAS BACK!! UJHUEHEIUED I haven’t watched s5 and i wont for a while because im watching one piece so forgive me if this isn’t as accurate as the show. that’s why I added au as a warning since i only saw a clip of alfie on youtube.

this is a sequel to farewell and a gif but can be read alone! i won’t add links since posts don’t show up with links but send me an ask and i’ll give you think!

lastly, sorry for any spelling or grammar errors!

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the sound of the fire cackling in the fire place was an odd source of comfort as the harsh december wind howled outside. this year’s winter was harsh and unkind to humans. just this morning, you’ve read in the paper that five people died from the extreme cold britain’s getting this year.

you poured yourself another cup of earl grey as a new louis armstrong song began playing on the record player as you enjoyed reading The Mysterious Affair at Styles. and just as you were about to doze off three chapters, cyrill suddenly lifts his head up and trots to the window, a low whine coming from deep within him.

you paid him no mind at first, but when he started pawing at the window, you closed your book and stopped the record player before walking to where cyrill was. pulling back the shades, you picked through the snow caked windows. squinting your eyes to see what got cyrill so worked up. when you couldn’t spot anything you drew the windows and patted the dog’s head, “there’s nothing there, cyrill.” you smiled down at him, “probably a squirrel trying to hide from the snow.”

glancing at the wall clock, you were surprised to find that it was getting close to midnight. once you’ve cleaned the living room, you switched off the lights and head to one of the guest rooms on the first floors. ever since your pregnancy started showing the baby growing heavier, you’ve decided to move your bedroom on the lower level since it was way too exhausting for you to get up the stairs. the room wasn’t much, barely decorated, but it was a place for you to rest and sleep in. and the bathroom next to it had standing shower which was also another reason why you moved to this room since you had quite a scare by almost falling out of your bathtub as you were getting up.

as you settled into bed, you glanced at the picture frame on the night table. the picture was of you and alfie from almost two years ago. you were at the pier on a rare and sunny day in britain and you had begged alfie to go. it was on of the most memorable days you’ve had together. the picture was of you and alfie standing behind those cutout boards where they had a muscled man lifting a woman and, thinking it would be hilarious, you stood behind the man’s cutout face while alfie, grumbling at first, stood behind the woman’s cutout face. slowly, your eyes closed shut at the fond memories.

»»————-　♡　————-««

life as an eight month pregnant woman wasn’t easy. you can’t bend any more to pick anything so once that object is on the ground, it stays there until either cyrill picks it up or when ollie drops by later and picks it up for you. you can’t have a good night’s sleep either since the baby keeps kicking you from all sides every two fucking minutes and you were always hungry for the strangest food! oh, and you’d pee a lot too which was getting on your nerves.

however, there are small perks to being this far along. the most noticeable one, and by your favorite, is the many discounts from markets and stores. the minute they lay eyes on you, pity brimming in their eyes, they just lower the price for whatever it was you were buying.

like today for example. you were suddenly craving an orange cake and chicken for dinner so you decided to head to the market early and start cooking. maybe even have ollie for dinner if he wasn’t too busy. the elderly woman took one look at you and lowered your groceries from thirty pounds to twenty pounds. and when she heard that your boyfriend died before he could even propose, she lowered it to fifteen pounds!

sometimes, it’s great being pregnant. you chuckled to yourself as you made home. it wasn’t too cold this afternoon so you weren’t in a rush as you walked through town. however, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was watching you. but every time you turned around, there was no one there. it was when you started hearing a second set of footsteps behind you did you pick your pace and take the long route home hoping to shake whoever was following you off. when you were certain the person wasn’t following you anymore, you quickly made it to your home and locked the doors. and rushed to pick the phone.

“hello?”

“t-tommy.” you stuttered into the phone.

“y/n?” tommy asked in slight surprise since you haven’t spoken to each other since that day you threatened to shoot his face off when you found out that you were pregnant with alfie’s baby.

“ca-can you come over? i think someone’s following me.” you whispered into the phone as you peaked through the window to make sure that no one was standing outside of your house.

“i’ll be right over.”

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it’s been two weeks and you were positive that someone’s stalking you. tommy had insisted that him and the rest of your brothers would take turns staying the night at your place and accompanying you to any appointment or errand you need to run.

you were about to protest at first, yell and remind them that you weren’t some damsel in distress but when arthur said, “what if alfie’s enemies know that you were carrying his child.” he didn’t have to continue that statement as it was pretty obvious what he was saying. what if they knew you were carrying alfie’s baby and they were trying to kill you?

shaken to your core, you placed a protective hand on your belly and nodded your head.

“are you sure you don’t want me to stay over?” finn asked you, a frown tugging at his lips in concern.

you tried not to roll your eyes at your younger brother, “for the millionth time, i’m sure, finn.”

finn bit his lips, ready to ask the same question again when your house came into view, “finn, i love you all to death but having you lots breathing down my neck and jumping to your feet the minute i feel a cramp is getting on my damn nerves.”

finn looked away in guilt, “we’re just worried is all.”

you smiled appreciatively at your brother, “and i’m thankful for you all.” you said you leaned in and kissed his cheek, “but i need some time alone before i go fucking insane.”

chuckling along with you, finn nodded his head and watched you enter your home before leaving to meet up with michael.

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“cyrill, i’m home!” you called as you discarded your coat and scarf and hung them on the coat rack by the door, “cyrill?”

confused, you slowly and quietly made your way to the living room in case he was sleeping.

but what greeted you wasn’t cyrill sleeping soundly on the couch, but of a large and burly man sitting on the couch with cyrill laying across his lap. his hair was short and a dark brown color that turned golden under the sun. his chin was covered in a greying brown beard while his mustache dropped down his lips. the left side of his face was scarred and almost disfigured with his left eye was a hauntingly greyish white color.

“a-alfie?” you chocked. your legs shook and almost gave out had you not slammed your hand on the coffee table in time.

“in the flesh.” he replied while shrugging nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal to show up at yours and your girlfriend’s house despite being supposedly dead.

“h-how?”

“i think you should sit down, love.”

shaking your head, you lifted your finger and pointed at alfie, voice going into hysterics as you said, “you’re s-supposed to be d-dead! t-tommy...tommy shot you! you died!”

aflie just sat as he silently watched the tears falling down your cheeks and into the carpeted floor, “like i said, y/n, you should sit down.”

and as if you were a puppet being controlled by your master, you shuffled your way to the armchair across the couch alfie was sitting on with cyrill.

“where do i begin.” alfie heaved as he dragged his hand down his face, making you wince as his hand came in contact with his scarred skin.

“from the start.” you spoke softly.

and alfie did as told. he talked about that day on the beach when tommy confronted him, how he was willing to die after he found out he was terminally ill and was going to die anyways and how tommy shot him.

“you were dying.” you whispered, eyes widening in shock at the revelation, “why didn’t you tell me?”

guilt flashed in alfie’s eyes, “i didn’t want you to worry.”

you stood up on your feet in rage but the abrupt movement made you dizzy so you sat back down, a hand on your head to stop your head from spinning. all the while alfie watched with a deep set of frown.

“you were going to leave me.” you said, a dry chuckle escaping through you lips, “you were going to leave us.”

“so that’s mine.” alfie pointed at your enlarged stomach with his, “good to know.”

anger bubbled inside of you at his words and at his carefree attitude, “he’s not yours. not after what you did.” you couldn’t help the tears from rolling down your cheeks but you were angry. you were angry that your brother had shot your lover, angry that you mourned someone who wasn’t even dead,  you were angry that he kept his illness from you and you were angry that he didn’t even tell you he was alive.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you chocked on your sob as tears blurred your vision, “why didn-” your throat tightened and you swallowed thickly. you were hurt. you were hurt, alone and scared these past eight and half months. worrying if you and your baby would survive this pregnancy, if your baby could survive the harsh winter and with someone stalking yo-

“have you been following me?” you asked as realization dawn on you.

“i was.” alfie replied.

“why?”

it took alfie a couple of seconds before he replied, “i wanted to see if you were safe.”

“were you going to come back?”

alfie looked away, wether in shame or to feed you a lie, you didn’t know.

“I was going to remain in hiding, keep a low profile from the bloody police but then i saw you were with child.” he pointed at your belly with his finger, “and i had to make sure whichever bastard did that to you was taking good care of ya. turns out i was the fucking bastard.” he chuckled humorlessly.

there was a short pause before you asked, “so why are you here?”

alfie’s fingers brushed cyrill’s thick fur, his miscolored eyes never leaving yours as he answered, “i wanted to come back home to you.”

“and what if i don’t want you back?” you raised an eyebrow challengingly, “what if i wanted you gone? what if i never wanted to see you again?”

“then i’ll leave.” alfie quickly replied.

“and what about your cancer? what if you leave us again, i-”

this time, alfie got up from the couch and kneeled down in front of you, taking both of your hands into his bigger and rougher ones.

“i promise i won’t leave you.” he kissed your hands with his chapped lips.

“how can i trust you?” you whispered.

“call fate or divine intervention or whatever but when your fucked up in the head of a brother shot me, the doctors drugged me up so much for so long that it cured my skin cancer.” he kissed your hands again but when he felt a tear drop land on his nose, he sat up straighter and kissed your tears away.

“i’m giving you one more chance.” you held alfie’s face in your hands, your thumb gently caressing the scarred skin, “if you leave us again, i swear i’ll bring you back from the dead and kill you myself.”

alfie chuckled, leaning in to softly peck your lips, “it’s a promise.”

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

The Intern | Part 10

Series Summary: You move to New York to focus on your art but end up working as an intern at Stark Enterprises

Chapter Summary: your relationship is tested as things take a dramatic turn

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Avengers x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: SO much angst oof im sorry 

A/N: this story does not follow the same timeline as the movies. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) if you want to be added to the taglist please drop me a message in my ask box

Masterlist | Part Nine

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“Remember what I said kid…” Tony warns Peter as the three of you walk through the corridors of the compound. 

“…not a word” Peter repeats Tony’s earlier words “but I don't know why you don't just tell everyone you and Y/N are-” Tony shoots Peter a look and he instantly stops talking, miming zipping his mouth shut. Tony nods as you reach the doors of the meeting room. 

Back at your apartment as you were getting ready to leave Tony had received a text. He didn’t say what the text contained but from his face you could tell it was something serious, and he quickly ushered you and Peter into the car with him. The car journey back to the compound was silent. 

Tony pushes the door open and there you find the Steve, Natasha, Bruce,  Vision and Wanda assembled and waiting. They turn to look at you as you enter, making you instantly self conscious. You catch Natasha’s eye and she gives you a small sympathetic smile.

“What’s happened?” Tony says seriously, coming to a stop at the end of the table. Steve holds up a brown unsealed envelope and slides it across the table to Tony who opens it and removes the contents, placing them on the table in front of both of you. Your heart feels like it stops and your blood runs cold when you see that spread across the table before you are photos of you. 

Pictures of you arriving at the compound, walking around the building, training with Nat. There’s even a picture of you and Tony together on the balcony sharing a kiss. Guess your secret is out. 

Then Tony places a photo of you sat under a tree in the grounds, and you realise…

“This was today. This afternoon, just before we went to my apartment… I thought I heard something in the woods, someone was watching me.” The thought makes you feel sick. Steve must notice how pale you’ve gone as he quickly moves next to you and sits you down in a chair. You lean forward onto the desk, your head in your hands. “he’s never going to stop” you mutter, mostly to yourself. 

“Where did these come from?” Tony asks, you hear the anger in his voice. 

“One of Randall’s men posted them through the door. We caught him before he could get away, he’s detained downstairs now with Sam guarding.” Steve explains calmly. 

“Get Y/N away from here” Tony says before turning and storming out of the room. 

You shoot your head up and just catch a glimpse of him as he disappears out the room. “Tony!” You shout but he’s gone, Natasha running after him. You try to follow but Steve stops you. “Steve-”

“Y/N, he’s right we need to get you out of here” he gently tugs your arm, trying to lead you away. 

“NO!” You pull your arm from his grip and run, ignoring the shouting behind you. You manage to slam the doors shut as Steve bangs on the other side. Before you realise what you're doing your super strength kicks in, bending the door handles so the door can’t be easily opened. You run as fast as you can toward the sound of Tony’s voice. 

“Tell me where he is? What is he planning?” You hear Tony yell from the other end of the corridor, he sounds so angry. 

You reach the room you can hear him in and swing the door open as Tony fist makes impact with the man’s face. You look in horror at the stranger tied to a chair, blood pouring down his face. He makes eye contact with you as Tony’s fist raises up above his head, ready to strike again. 

“TONY STOP!” You shout, jumping forward and grabbing his arm. He spins around, knocking you to the ground. He looks down at you, there is so much anger on his face that you barely recognise him. Natasha rushes over to your side helping you up, as you continue staring at Tony in horror. Tears fill your eyes, threatening to spill as your whole body shakes. 

“Y/N” Tony takes a step towards you and you instinctively step away. A look of shame briefly flashes on his face, before his attention turns to Steve crashing through the doors “I told you to take her-”

“I know, but she is strong” Steve huffs, looking at you.

“I’m not going anywhere” you state firmly 

“Yes you are, its not safe here now” Tony replies just as firm

“Nowhere is safe anymore Tony. The Professor is going to keep coming for me, no matter where I am. I’m not going to run anymore, I’m staying here by your side. Where I feel safe...” you glance at the half conscious stranger in the room then back to Tony “…or at least I used to”

The room falls silent as Tony looks at you with sad eyes. He thinks for a moment before looking to Steve and he nods. Steve comes behind you and wraps his arms around you tightly, restraining you. 

“I’m sorry” he whispers in your ear as he drags you backwards. 

“NO! TONY, PLEASE DON’T!” You shout frantically, making eye contact with him. He turns his back and you dig your heels into the floor but it’s no use “TONY!”

You feel something sharp stab into your arm and you see Bruce standing next to you, needle in hand. You look at him in shock as your eyelids begin to feel heavy. You try to fight but your whole body feels like lead. 

“Bruce? No, why…” 

Steve shushes you, still holding you with one arm as the other hand reaches up to hold your head, his thumb stroking your face gently. When you can’t fight any longer you give in, drifting peacefully into a deep sleep. 

— — — — 

You wake up to the sound of a rumbling engine beneath you and look around to realise you're on board the quinjet. Steve sits up front in the drivers seat while Bruce sits in a seat opposite you, fast asleep. You undo your seat belt and slowly walk to the front of the jet, careful not to lose your balance. Steve spots you from the corner of his eye and glances over his shoulder at you. 

“Ah, you're awake. Take a seat, we’re about to land.” He gestures to the seat next to him and you follow his order, sitting down and fastening the seatbelt around you. Through the window you watch as the jet travels down through the clouds and you see that you're heading to a farm house in the middle of nowhere. There are no other buildings for miles, just empty fields. The quinjet lands with a gentle bump, waking Bruce. 

“are we there yet?” He asks sleepily as Steve gets up from his seat and walks to the back of the jet. 

“yep, rise and shine sleeping beauty” Steve replies, pressing a button on the wall to open the door. He walks down the ramp and exits the jet. You look over to Bruce anxiously as he stands up and looks back at you. 

“Its going to be okay” he gives you a small smile and follows Steve’s path down the ramp. 

You stand there alone for a moment, and for a brief second you contemplate whether you could steal the jet and fly back to the compound. But that idea quickly leaves you when you look at the control panel and realise you don't have a clue how to fly the thing. You sigh and leave the jet. 

You exit the jet, slowly walking down the ramp towards the big farmhouse where you find Steve and Bruce talking to Clint. 

“There she is, hey Y/N!” Clint calls happily to you as you join them outside the front door, flashing him a brief forced smile. 

“Thanks for doing this man” Steve says, patting Clint on the shoulder.

“It’s no problem. She’s one of us now, family takes care of family” he smiles at you and this time the smile you return is more genuine, though still small. You're still pretty drowsy from the tranquilliser Bruce injected you with and honestly all you want to do it lie down. Even better, lie down in Tony’s arms. 

“Cap!” You hear small voices shout and look over to see two young children running out the door towards Steve who high fives them both. 

“Cooper, Lila! Come on now, you’ve got homework to finish” a brown haired woman standing at the door beckons them both to come back in, which they do reluctantly. She walks out to join you all and extends her hand to you. “you must be Y/N, its nice to meet you”

You shake her hand and Clint puts his arm around her shoulder.

“This is my wife, Laura. And those rascals were my kids. Nathaniel is napping upstairs but you’ll meet him later.” Clint explains. Its so weird to see Clint like this. You're used to seeing him with a bow and arrow, masterfully shooting targets. Not the family man who lives on a farm. “could you show Y/N to her room please?” He asks Laura and she smiles at you.

“of course, right this way” she walks inside and you follow her into the house. She leads you up a set of wooden stairs and to the end of the hallway into your new room. It’s a typical farm house room, cosy and homely. Not like the modern compound. You walk in and look around silently as Laura explains to you a few small house rules. You suddenly feel yourself go weak so you sit down on the end of the bed. Laura notices the look on your face and stops talking, watching you. 

“are you okay? Honestly, how are you doing?” She asks cautiously. You stare blankly at the floor, trying to work out the answer. You shake your head, unable to find the words. “well, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. But, if you ever want to talk, I’m here.” 

You nod your head and she leaves, closing the door behind her. You move over to the window seat and sit, looking down at Clint, Steve and Bruce still stood outside talking. You can’t hear what they’re saying but their faces are serious. Laura joins them outside again and they talk for a few more minutes before Steve and Bruce go back onto the Quinjet and leave. As you watch the jet fly off into the clouds your heart starts to race a little, realising you have no way of leaving and no way of seeing Tony again anytime soon. 

A knock at the door interrupts your thoughts. 

“hey” Clint smiles at you “are you settling in okay?”

“yes thank you Clint, you have a lovely house” you say smiling politely, you may be angry at the situation but its not Clint’s fault you're here.

“well make yourself at home, we all want you to feel comfortable here. Laura’s cooking pie for dinner, I’ll come tell you when its ready”

You thank him again and he leaves but then quickly reappears. “oh and I forgot, Steve said Tony wanted you to have this” he hands you a small black duffel bag and leaves again, closing the door. 

You place the bag on your bed and unzip it, opening it to see an Iron Man mask staring back at you. You take the mask out and look down sadly at it in your hands. Why would want you to have this? Just to make you miss him more? Looking at it you start to feel angry, remembering how Tony cast you away. How he got Steve drag you out the room, and Bruce to drug you. You throw the mask down on the cushion of the window seat and storm out the room. You head to the bathroom and run yourself a nice hot bath. As the soapy water warms your skin you feel yourself begin to relax and your eye lids grow heavy. You allow them to close, telling yourself you’re just resting your eyes. You don't realise you’ve drifted off into a sleep until you hear banging on the door. 

“Y/N! Dinner is ready!” Clint’s voice calls through the door. 

“okay, I’ll be down in a minute.” You shout back and quickly get out the bath, drying yourself and getting dressed. You go to tie your wet hair up in a bun but realise you've left your hair tie back in your room. You run down the hall back to your bedroom and open the door, stopping dead still when you see a familiar figure sat on the window seat looking at you. 

“Tony?” You almost whisper, dropping the towel you had been attempting to dry your hair with.

“You had a bath without me?” He says flirtatiously but you just huff back at him. 

“You weren’t here. You sent me away, remember?” The anger shows in your voice, taking Tony a little by surprise. 

“it’s for your own safety Y/N-” 

“Why are you here Tony?” you interrupt him, he stands up from the window seat and you notice he flickers. Like a hologram. Then you realise…

“you're not really here” you sigh, feeling yourself deflate as you look down at the floor. 

Tony watches you sadly, taking a few steps closer to you. 

“Believe me, I wish I was”

You look up at him, disbelief on your face.

“You did this Tony. This was YOUR decision, not mine”

“I needed to know you were safe”

“Until today the safest I’ve ever felt was when I was with you.” You take a breath “But earlier when I saw you in that room with Professor Randall’s man… there was only one person I was afraid of”

“I would never hurt you” 

“Maybe not intentionally”

Your words are like a shot to his chest. You can almost see panic on his face. 

“So, what are you saying?” He asks quietly. You look away, thinking carefully about your words but the truth is you don't know what to say. 

“I have to go. They're waiting for me downstairs.” You grab your hair tie off the bedside table and quickly leave the room. You hear Tony calling your name but you ignore it as you shut the door and rest your forehead against the hard wood. You take a few deep breaths before tying your hair up in a messy bun and going down to join Clint’s family for dinner. 

Part Eleven

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