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Rockabye Baby (j.ww)

Wonwoo x fem!Reader

"First-time dad Wonwoo trying to navigate the ropes of parenting while missing you"

genre: fluff, humor; rating : 16+ word count: 2.1k warnings: none! credits: the littol menace @svtiddiess for helping me with the banner and beta reading author's note: this is set in the same universe as 'Bun In The Oven', but it can be read independently. written from wonwoo's pov! send an ask to be added to the tag list (better see an age in the bio)! tagging : @jenoslutie, @chugging-antiseptic-dye, @gyubakeries , @skzbangchanniee, @ariananotgrandeee, @wonufos masterlist here, domestic seventeen masterlist here

If at first he fainted upon hearing the news of the soon-to-be arrival of his offspring, he is now beyond frantic, doom scrolling in the wee hours of the morning on Reddit through multiple ‘First Time Dad’ posts. When he thinks Y/N can’t hear him, he lifts her shirt and begins to talk to his baby, he cannot be caught alive thinking he believes that shit and lose his ‘macho man’ facade. All lies, Y/N can never sleep at night, and is desperately holding her giggles at her husband’s constant whining to their baby about how mean their mom is to him. 

His aunt has given him some herbal medicine that runs in the family, vital for new mothers and despite Y/N’s bemoaning, he holds her by the neck and forces that ‘disgusting shit’ down her throat. ‘It’s for the baby Y/N’ he reminds her for the umpteenth time although he gags a little at the odd smell, that stuff is not for him, no thank you. 

At work, he is frantic, nervous, and excited all in one. When Jeonghan caught him tearing up at the back of the makeup room, rocking himself, arms tightly wound around, trying to stop his steady flow of tears, he finally confesses that he doesn’t think he will be a good father. “I never cared for children much hyung, I don’t think I have those paternal instincts to look after a newborn. I am scared I will run out on my child.” He sobs into his hyung’s arms who holds him tight and consoles him.

 “When the little one comes, you will forget all your fears. You’re not the type of person to give up on something you care about, especially not your child.” Jeonghan rubs his back gently, trying to soothe his distress. “You may not feel ready now, but you’ll rise to the occasion. Every parent has doubts, and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean you’re not going to be an amazing dad. You’ll figure it out as you go, and your love for your child will guide you through it.”

 Wonwoo freaks out when his wife thinks she is some sort of daredevil, trying to climb on the countertop to grab a jar. “Are you crazy?” he shrieks out.

“I can’t always keep asking you to attend to every beck and call of mine. Besides, it’s not that high,” you try to reason with him, but he has no chill, pushing you gently toward the bedroom and getting you back in bed, propping your feet up on the extra set of cushions he ordered from Amazon just for you.

“I don’t care,” he counters firmly. “Until you pop out that baby, you are on lockdown. No leaving the bed, and absolutely no scaling countertops for a mason jar of pickles. I’ll get it for you—just call me. That’s why I took time off, so you don’t have to risk anything, especially not now,” he says, his voice steady but laced with concern. He smooths the blanket over you, making sure you're comfortable before settling beside you with a deep sigh.

It seems the baby isn’t the only thing he’s freaking out about—he’s also on high alert to make sure you’re okay, every step of the way. Why must you do dangerous acts this far in your pregnancy?

“I am pregnant Wonwoo, I can still walk and do things, ‘m not a doll.”

“Never said you can’t do things, baby,” he says softly, smoothing the crease in your brow with a gentle peck. “It’s just to reassure me, for my peace of mind. I don’t want you pulling any stuntwoman moves just days before Little Bun gets here. So please, for me, at least?”

He looks at you with those pleading eyes, the ones that always seem to get to you. Till the baby comes, he’s hopefully the cutest person you’ve ever seen, the one you can never say no to.

“Fine.” You huff out. “But grab me a jar of mayonnaise to go with the pickles.”

“Mayo-? With pickles? H-ho?” he sputters, absolutely stumped at your taste buds.

“Is there a problem Mr Jeon?” your brow is quirked, amusedly staring at your befuddled husband's face.

“No, no, stay right there. Mayonnaise with pickles coming right up,” he says, still in shock, but resigned. He silently prays that Little Bun arrives quickly, before his wife loses herself in yet another round of bizarre food combinations.

“And sprinkles too!” you holler from the bedroom, your voice carrying.

“Lord, give me strength,” Wonwoo mutters to himself, shaking his head as he makes his way to the kitchen, shuddering at the disgusting combo.

The day of your labor arrived very anticlimactically, if Wonwoo could call it that. There was no sudden gush of water, no dramatic screams or threats hurled at him. Just a quiet morning, like any other day. If not for him glued to your side, he daresay he might have missed it altogether. The moment you felt discomfort, he was already rushing you to the ER, completely ignoring your reassurances that it was just a false alarm.

He probably needed to celebrate this victory with a cake that said, “I Told You So,” because, yes, he was right—the little one did arrive that very day, though not without a few bumps along the way. None of the dad books had prepared him for the fact that the scrubs handed to him in the labor room were supposed to go over his clothes. After a certain amount of confused stripping, a shrieking nurse, and a hollering wife, he learned a very important lesson. There can only be one naked person in the OR—and that person was definitely not him.

The jitters came when his daughter came into the world, unperturbed and squinting angrily at him, like she didn’t want to be there. He can pity her sentiments. But the baby was not crying. Sure she was breathing, but where is that high-pitched wail the books taught him?

No amount of parenting manuals could prepare him for this moment, to see his little one clutching tightly to his pinky finger, staring at him with your eyes and his nose, and the feeling of love encompasses him. Is this someone he created? He holds you extra close, trying to hold the tears at bay. Gratitude, pure and raw, fills him—thankful for you, for this little one, for the family he has.

Some sort of humor is brought in by his mate Soonyoung who arrives at the hospital, all ready to see the newborn in a new tuxedo to make ‘ a good impression’ “This is a baby Soonie”. “First impressions matter Won-Won.” He leaves it at that, knowing deep down his mate's plan was to bag the ‘best uncle’ title.

It’s never without its mishaps however- he cannot understand the hospital staff when they give him the green light that it's time to go home. 

“Are you sure?” He persistently asks, there is no way he can ensure the safety of a being that came into the world just a few hours ago and now he is entrusted to make sure this thing is alive and flourish. What are they thinking?

Seeing that familiar tick of annoyance on your face, he supposes he has been asking that question way too many times and reluctantly picks up the baby carrier, although he is scared shitless, out of his mind with fear. He does not want to place the baby in a car seat, to your utter confusion.

“She was slimy and squiggly, what if she slid right out? He ponders. 

Assuring him that the baby will be “fine and protected,” and to further calm his nerves, you sit in the backseat too, keeping a watchful eye on your little one as Wonwoo starts the engine for the long drive home. He is not the only first-time parent here.

It took a whole day and a half before the secret was out in the open. “Wonwoo, I need to grab a bite, here hold Nabi for a second.” You hold the child in mid-air expectantly waiting for her father to pick her up.

“Just place her in the crib, she's safer there.” 

“Wons, that’s in the other room, what are you so afraid of holding your child?”

He waits for the realization to dawn on you. “Wait a minute, have you held her even once?”

“I brought her here in a baby carrier?”

I meant holding her Wonwoo, not in a carrier or rocking the crib.”

His guilty face speaks enough. “She’s just so tiny Y/N! And her head is wobbly. What if I drop her?” Why can’t you understand his sentiment? He will move heaven and earth for his daughter except maybe hold her and risk dropping her.

"Wonwoo, you're not going to drop her. Babies are fragile, but you're not going to break her just by holding her," you explain, taking a deep breath to stay patient with his nerves. You reach out, gently placing your hands on his shoulders, making him look at you. “Extend your arms”

He does, in slight trepidation.

“Wonwoo, Nabi is a full-grown newborn now, not a watermelon! Seriously, how small do you think she is? A little bigger gap won't hurt. Just trust yourself," you soothe, noticing his hesitation. 

Very gently, you place the tiny baby into his arms, and he holds his breath, afraid that if he so much as breathes, Nabi will blow away. This time, he cannot stop the tears that fall freely, privileged at the fact that she made him a father.

Yes, he knew about the lack of sleep and the constant need to change his baby. But what he did not know was that he would miss you this much. Around the clock, you both took shifts to watch the baby and rock the baby to sleep.But nothing prepared him for how much he’d miss you. The number of times he’s woken up in a state of panic because you weren’t there when he felt around to bring you closer and into his arms, only to be comforted when he switches on the night lamp and watches you half asleep, feeding his little girl. On tiptoes, he’ll pick his daughter up, the little gremlin who’s staring wide-eyed at him, and walk around the room with her, to give you a moment to rest. When you wake up in pursuit of your husband and child you see a snoring Wonwoo, holding little Nabi to his chest, both blissfully unaware of the mini heart attack they’d given you. 

Wonwoo has come to the conclusion that it's in those little moments—those quiet, fleeting moments—when he gets to have you all to himself. Three months after Nabi's arrival, he finally gets a taste of that luxury, when the little one is fast asleep, her soft breaths the only sound filling the room. Nabi is finally sticking to sleeping through the night, after listening to his fathers croons. When he returns to the living room, he finds you slumped against the couch, utterly exhausted. Your hair is stuck to your forehead, and the exhaustion is clear on your face, but there's something else there too—a quiet peace that tells him the chaos of midnight feedings and diaper changes has finally settled into a rhythm... for now. He’s not going to jinx it.

Silently moving you, hushing down your sleepy murmurs, gently lifting you, and placing you against his chest, he starts to rub your head in hopes you get back to sleep, a trick he learned early on to calm his daughter down. In this quiet, he can finally hear himself think, something he has never been able to do the past few months. His heart still thumps excitedly like it did the first time he laid eyes on you. To watch as the girl he once fell for, eons ago is now his wife and he gets to share a child with you, with the promise of having eternity by your side, he sleeps easy tonight, murmuring a quick ‘I love you’ and thank you’ as he places one more soft kiss on your cheek, forever elated that you’re his.

Alas, rest is not for the wicked. A sudden phone call on his cell has you both startled and wide awake as you rush to silence his phone.

“Why is it not on vibrate Wonwoo?” You start, angrily scrambling to sit on the phone in hopes of shutting it off, all rationality flying out the window in your sleep-deprived state.

“Shh, Nabi has still not woken up, which means she probably didn’t hear the phone ring,” he whispers as you both hold hands and painstakingly wait in agony for the jurisdiction of your child’s wailing. You are in luck, after all, she has still not woken up.

A glance at his phone has him jump up excitedly, “Yes, I won the bet to Mingyu, he owes me two tickets to see IU next month.” Unfortunately for him, his enthusiasm runs short tonight, for there comes the familiar cry from your baby’s room and a murderous look from you. “JEON WONWOO”

Uh.Oh.

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Always Ever Only You Part 33 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Getting through your second presentation feels like a battle of wits against your own body. Then after weeks of barely being able to stomach anything, you are presented with the most enticing dinner. But it's the food that's alluring, not your dinner mate, and Bradley has a few things to say about the mess you get yourself caught up in.

Warnings: Swearing, adult language, pregnancy topics, angst, fluff, phone sex, masturbation

Length: 5800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You slept like a lovesick log after your long drive back to the hotel from the cemetery. Exhausted from throwing up in the shrubs, you curled up in bed and watched the video you took for your son or daughter. You had recorded yourself reading both headstones and having a little conversation with your in-laws about the baby. It was just meant to be something you and Bradley could watch one day with the nugget, but it brought a smile to your face. 

You were decidedly no longer smiling when you woke up on Wednesday and had to race to the toilet. "Why is this happening again?" you asked the bath mat as you curled up in a ball. You had another, longer presentation to give. You had admirals to chat with. You had a whole lot to get done today. You didn't have time for this right now.

Even brushing your teeth was a chore. Changing into your uniform was an issue. At least your pants felt a little looser today. You honestly could not keep up with the way your body was bloated half the time and normal the rest of the time. 

You realized your makeup was pretty much the only thing holding your life together at the moment as you swiped on some mascara. Then there was a knock at your door, and it felt like you were doing the same thing all over again today, because essentially you were. You and Cat had to struggle with the bin of equipment. You had to fight to stay awake in the rental car. The nausea was turning  your life into a game of sheer determination to keep the bagel that you ate from coming back up. 

"Are you okay?" Cat asked you a few minutes before the presentation was about to start. 

"Of course," you told her in what you hoped was a reassuring tone. "Why wouldn't I be?" You shrugged and smiled serenely at her. 

"Because you're sweating bullets. And you've been pacing around the hallway."

You cleared your throat and insisted, "It's just really hot in here."

"It's not," she replied. "Please. I'm begging you. Just keep it together for another ninety minutes, okay? After that, you can do anything you want. Hell, I'll do anything you want me to do. But we need to get through this presentation." 

Her voice sounded panicked, and now you were looking around the hallway for a garbage can. But it was too late. The two of you were being called into the presentation room. Commander Patterson and Admiral Klein were sitting in the front row smiling at you. Shit, more admirals were here today. Oh fuck, all of these people wanted to hear your extended presentaion. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck, past your shoulder blades and along your spine. You wanted Bradley. You wanted Bradley to hold you and let you throw up everywhere and tell you that you were still pretty and that he loved you even if you cried on the toilet and ate crackers while you lay on the floor. 

Tears burned your eyes, and Cat looked like she was going to scream. Pull it together. Ignore the sensation. Clip the microphone onto your shirt. Start talking. 

"Good afternoon. Lieutenant Coleman and I are back to expound upon our research presentation from Monday which covered communications engineering at Top Gun. You can find a copy of our slides in the information packet in front of you. Please hold your questions until we pause for a break. Let's get started."

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Bradley really wasn't doing well without you at home. He was barely eating anything besides cereal and sandwiches, and he was going to bed hungry at night. The only fun he'd been having was slowly filling up that pink and blue notebook with his musings for the little nugget.

He was having a hard time sleeping, and he didn't like how quiet the house was. Even Tramp kept looking for you, occasionally running to the front door and whimpering. "We'll see her on Friday," he told the dog as he had potato chips and coffee for breakfast on Wednesday morning. "Two more days of this bullshit." 

When he got home from work on Tuesday, he broke down in tears as he looked at the photos you sent him from the cemetery. You even took a video where you were talking to him and the nugget and his parents. He still couldn't believe you took the time to drive there and make it so special for him. After he finished crying, he made his way back up to the attic where he took the half wall down to the studs. Then he realized that he really needed to call some contractors before you came home and saw the mess he made. 

While he drove to work in the red Bronco, he left messages, hoping to get some estimates in the next week or so. One thing that he'd been slowly coming to terms with was the fact that you didn't need him to take care of you by paying for everything. Both of your incomes were going toward the mortgage payments and all the necessities. You'd both been saving money for the future, and he figured the future had arrived since there was a baby on the way. 

When he parked in the garage on base, he noticed he had some new texts from you.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I miss you. I'm struggling today. I think the nugget hates me. I'll call you later after my presentation and all of this other shit is over. 

He wanted to text you back, but he didn't want to be a distraction, so he tucked his phone into his pocket and ran his fingers through his hair. He had been reading every pregnancy article online that he could find, but none of the tricks he saw were helping you with the nausea. You were probably just going to have to wait it out. He would be ready to rub your shoulders and put a cool washcloth on the back of your neck when you got home.

Bradley walked the long way around to the classrooms since he was early and didn't need to stop in the locker room to change. When he passed the stairwell that would have taken him up to your office and the engineering labs, he swore he heard Bob's voice. He paused, and he definitely heard Bob's laugh. When the door to the stairs opened, he heard Bob say, "We can always find out later tonight if you want to invite me to your room again." And then there was a very familiar, feminine laugh before Bob appeared ten feet ahead of him.

He stared at Bob, and Bob stared back as the door closed, leaving the two of them alone. Bradley thought back to the way Bob and Maria were looking a little cozy at brunch last Sunday. This was interesting.

"Hey, Bob," Bradley said with a grin. "How are you enjoying your new apartment with Maria?"

His cheeks immediately flushed pink, and Bradley bit his lip to keep quiet as Bob started stuttering. Frankly, he was proud of his friend for sounding so much more self assured a few seconds ago when he was tucked inside the stairwell with Maria. "I-I d-don't know... are y-you... I d-din't think that..."

Bradley let him flounder through a few more partial sentences before he said, "If you're hooking up with Maria Wilson, then good for you, man. Well done."

Bob cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses and ran his hand along the back of his neck. "Thanks," he muttered as he stared at the floor. 

"You want me to keep this information to myself?"

Bob's blue eyes went wide as they met Bradley's. "Please." He swallowed hard. "I don't think she wants anyone else to know." His voice was just a whisper as he said, "I'm sure she'd be embarrassed if people found out."

Then he turned and left Bradley standing there alone. He'd been in that position before with you. Before you made things official. And he had been miserable. "Poor Bob," he muttered as he followed him at a distance. The best case scenario would be if Maria confided in you when you got back from Annapolis. Bradley would have to be cool about you going to brunch on Sunday even though he already wanted you and the baby all to himself again all weekend.

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You made it. Somehow you got through the full hour and a half. You nailed your parts, and so did Cat. You and she answered questions for at least an additional thirty minutes, and now she was packing up the equipment while you sent a quick text to Bickel. 

"Your research is very compelling, Lieutenant Commander."

You looked up into the eyes of Commander Patterson, and he smiled warmly at you. Unfortunately, the only thing you could really think about was the way you'd been picturing Bradley's cock the last time you talked to him. At the moment, you were so fucking horny, you felt like rubbing yourself against the wall and crying until you got some relief.

"Thank you, sir," you managed to say while you tried to focus on his face and his words. "It has really become a passion project, trying to keep actual aviators in the air versus the drone agenda. Real people making real decisions based on their surroundings and the immediate threats they are facing will always win out against a laboratory manufactured software protocol."

"I couldn't agree more." He took a step closer and said, "And the way you presented your findings made it so clear that you're eager for others to understand how important that is as well."

"Absolutely," you told him with a smile of your own. "And the funding for communications research is so important." 

You were probably going to have to go to the cocktail hour tonight just to get your face out there since you skipped the previous one to drive to Virginia. But you were almost instantly saved from having to do that as Commander Patterson said, "I'm planning on having dinner this evening with a few of the admirals if you'd like to join us. Cocktail attire. Overpriced steaks. You know, the usual." 

His slight eye roll had you laughing and agreeing immediately. That sounded a lot better than trying to ditch champagne flutes all night. You'd still be able to chat with some superiors, and right now, you were actually hungry. "That sounds great. I'll see if Lieutenant Coleman can join as well."

With that, his smile wavered a bit, but he told you the name of the restaurant, and you promised to be there at seven o'clock. Cat had all the equipment packed up, and she was ready for you to help her carry the bin. "Hey, you want to come eat an overpriced steak later? With Commander Patterson and some others?" you asked as you tried your best to lift with your legs.

"Why didn't you tell me before? I already agreed to some stupid happy hour with a handful of admirals, but I love overpriced food when you don't have to pay for it."

You laughed and said, "That's probably better. We can divide and conquer this way. Bickel will like that."

As the two of you hoisted the bin into the rental car, Cat smiled and said, "You know what else he'll like? The fact that we nailed the presentation again today. I'm sorry I doubted you."

"Don't do it again," you told her with a smirk. Of course then you promptly started falling asleep while she drove back to the hotel, and when you got to your room, you passed out in bed until it was time to get ready for dinner. 

It was only three o'clock for Bradley, and even though you wanted to call him, you decided to wait a little longer. You inhaled a pack of peanut butter crackers while your stomach growled loudly. "What is with you today?" you asked the baby. "You're finally hungry? Or are you going to make me barf again?" You got a loud rumble in response. "I know you like Daddy better, and we'll be home in two days. Relax."

As you redid your makeup, you started thinking about Bradley. And then you thought about how delicious he smelled right after he finished a workout. And then you thought about how nice and big his cock is. And then you thought about all the sounds he makes and the way me moans your name when his cock is inside you.

"Oh hell," you whined, pressing your thighs together. You needed to get some relief with your toys until you could get back home, but you didn't have time for that right now. The combination of being so hungry and so horny was almost too much to handle, and you ended up calling Bradley on the short drive to the restaurant. It was barely four there, so you were surprised when he answered. 

"Hey, Sweetheart."

Two words. He said two fucking words, and you were moaning and having a hard time focusing to drive. "Roo. Oh my god."

"What's wrong?" he snapped immediately. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," you gasped, parking the car and squeezing the steering wheel. "I'm just so horny. And Commander Patterson asked me out to dinner, and I seriously need to get fucked, Bradley. Like you have no idea how bad it is right now."

You could hear him mutter something, and then you thought you heard Jake's voice before Bradley quietly said, "Baby Girl, I'll fuck the absolute shit out of you all weekend. In fact, I can't wait to do that. I'll take care of everything you need."

"Daddy," you moaned, realizing you should have masturbated instead of taking that nap.

"But please tell me who the fuck Commander Patterson is. All I know is that you said he's that guy who asked if Top Gun aviation is the right fit for you?" Another moan escaped your lips as you thought about being a tight fit for your husband. "Yeah, you sound wrecked, Sweetheart," he crooned in that raspy voice. "I don't think you should go to dinner with some guy I don't know. I don't care what his rank is.

You sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's not just with him. Some admirals are coming too. I need to meet the admirals, Bradley. And I'm already at the restaurant." When you looked further up the block, you saw Patterson heading inside.

Bradley made a frustrated sound. "Text me when you can? And call me when you're leaving later?"

"I will," you promised as your stomach growled. You were so excited that the nugget seemed to want to eat this steak, you almost hung up before you said, "I love you."

You straightened out your black cocktail dress as you practically ran down the sidewalk in your high heels which you rarely ever wore except in your bedroom with your husband. The delicious smells from the restaurant were wafting out onto the sidewalk, and you were going to cry if there wasn't some bread or something already waiting on the table. 

"There you are, Lieutenant Commander." 

Patterson was waiting inside the entryway where at least the sound of the air conditioner blasting and the conversation around you was blocking out your growling stomach. He was smiling as his hand found the small of your back. "Our table is ready. We can go right there." 

When he applied some pressure with his hand, you lurched forward. Perhaps he was just trying to help you navigate through the crowd, but he could keep his hands to himself. He must have known you were married. You decided to make a show of pointing out some hideous artwork with your left hand, practically shoving your rings in his face. "That's a lovely painting, Commander," you told him, but he just smiled and nodded at you before pulling out a chair at a table set for four.

"Please, call me Derek," he told you as he sank down into the seat across from you, and then he started using your first name without permission. The one blessing was the fact that there was an enormous basket of bread sitting right in the middle of the table along with a variety of spreads and dips. 

You moaned softly and had to bite your lip as you reached for a soft looking roll and the chive butter. Derek was staring at you with parted lips and wide pupils. Had he never seen a woman eat before? Had you ever been this hungry before? You licked your lips as you spread some of the butter onto the roll, and then you took a bite and moaned again. 

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 

After weeks of feeling miserable, you finally knew you could stomach this meal right now. You were still so turned on, and yet your exhaustion was bone deep at this point, but the bread was like a lifeline to normalcy, and you were grabbing onto it. 

Derek cleared his throat as he watched you take those first few sumptuous bites. "I've got to know," he said smoothly, "exactly what would lure you back to Annapolis for good?"

You popped the rest of the roll between your lips and chewed it up before you said, "Nothing."

"There would have to be something. Better research facilities? Your own lab? Both of your degrees and your work are so impressive, you must know there would be endless possibilities for you here."

You were shocked. Running your own lab was your dream. The idea of being in charge of a research team made your skin prickle with desire. You hoped that could be a possibility someday, but you weren't even thirty-five yet. You figured maybe ten years from now when Bickel was getting ready to retire, you'd be able to take his place. 

"My own lab?"

Derek smiled, all white teeth and handsome expression, and then the waitress arrived. You wanted to jump out of your seat and hug her when she asked if you'd like to order any appetizers.

"Do you know when the others will be here?" you asked Derek. "Should we wait to order?"

He shook his head vaguely. "They'll be late. We can order. Get whatever you want."

You almost laughed giddily as you ordered three appetizers and then a steak dinner complete with garlic mashed potatoes and two vegetables. "We can share the appetizers," you said when he looked at you in surprise, even though you didn't want to. You placed your hand on your belly, trying to subtly thank the baby for cooperating right now. 

When the waitress finished taking his order and then departed, you asked, "Which admirals are joining us?"

"Hmm? Oh... uh, Rivera and Silverman."

You were not familiar with either of them which made you panic slightly. You should have done more research on who was attending each of the lectures. Why hadn't you done that? Oh, right... because you were too busy throwing up. The bread basket called to you, and before you knew it, you'd eaten more than half while Derek droned on about how amazing you'd be running your own lab. He didn't even know you, which made this more annoying than anything else, but your stomach was holding up spectacularly, so you could overlook it. You could have kissed the waitress when she came back with the appetizers.

"So, do you live alone?" he asked as you dipped two mozzarella sticks into some marinara sauce. You paused before shoving them into your mouth so you could chuckle. 

"No. I live with my husband and our dog." Then the fried cheese hit your tongue, and it was like you were living in a world of color after weeks in black and white. Your stomach gurgled pleasantly, finally accepting food once again. Tears of joy stung at your eyes as you took a forkful of crispy brussels sprouts and a potato skin.

Derek laughed and asked how old you were, but your mouth was full, so he said, "Let's just say, my career in Annapolis outlived my bad marriage. And that's been the case for many, many officers."

You swallowed the potato like it was a lead weight. That had definitely been the case for Cat, unfortunately. And you'd heard a lot of stories, sure, especially when you were at the Naval Academy. And perhaps that was part of the reason you fought against the mere idea of being with Bradley at first. One officer in a relationship with a civilian was bad enough, but two officers trying to make it happen together usually spelled disaster.

But you felt stronger with Bradley. The two of you worked hard to get through your struggles and end up in a better place. You and he were going to be parents, for fuck's sake. 

"Just sharing my two cents with you," Derek added, still smiling. "You're young, and you haven't lived it yet, but I can tell you that you'll go farther here than in San Diego. Especially if you're already open to the idea of having more."

You wanted to check the time on your phone; you must have been sitting here for over half an hour by now. The other two chairs were still empty. Derek was starting to get under your skin. 

"I'm open to the idea of pursuing my career at Top Gun along with my husband."

"He's an officer as well?" Derek asked with a laugh. "I'm sure he's having a great week back in San Diego without you."

You felt heat flame up your neck and into your cheeks as your steak dinners arrived. "Yes, he's an officer. He's a Top Gun aviator."

"He deploys?" Derek asked in disbelief before laughing harder. "You should make the move back to the east coast now, before he ruins your life. If he hasn't already."

He had gone from complimenting you to trying to humiliate you in a matter of minutes. You'd been blinded by the glorious meal, but the truth hit you square in the chest. As he picked up his fork and steak knife, you asked, "Why did you lie to me about two admirals coming? Do Rivera and Silverman even exist?"

Somehow his smile was still persistent as he said, "Sure, they exist. They went to the cocktail reception on base." You watched the knife sink into his steak as he added, "You're gorgeous. I wanted to get you alone. Let you know how much better things could be. Offer to set you up for a one-on-one meeting with Admiral Jennings tomorrow if you come home with me tonight. It's on the table if you want it."

In one quick movement, you snatched his plate away from him with the fork still stuck in the steak. "Okay, well fuck you, Derek," you snarled, standing up and waving for the waitress. "You're disgusting and delusional if you thought I would even consider going home with you."

"Can I get you anything?" the waitress asked cautiously, and you realized you were causing a bit of a scene now in the crowded restaurant. 

"Yes. I need boxes. Like a whole bunch of takeout boxes," you told her. "I'm taking all of this food with me."

"Right," the waitress replied, her gaze drifting to Derek who looked very unamused. 

"I'm taking his meal, too," you snapped. "Hurry up with the boxes."

She scurried away as you piled all of the food onto one plate and said, "You're so fucking stupid, Derek. I already have Admiral Jennings' phone number. I met her last year. I told her to her face that I'm staying in San Diego."

"Well then you're making a bad choice," he told you.

Then the waitress set down some takeout containers while you practically tossed the empty plate back at Derek. You scraped as much of the food into the first box as would fit before moving to the second one. "He's paying for dinner," you told the waitress. "And I'm taking one fork and one steak knife with me. He'll pay for those as well." You shoved the rest of the bread into the last box and then stacked them all up before meeting Derek's eyes. "You just ruined the first meal I've been able to stomach in weeks, asshole. And my husband is a nice man. Very sweet. Treats people with respect. But if he were here right now, you'd have a bloody face and some broken ribs." 

You picked up the boxes, grabbed the utensils, and made your way toward the exit. You went straight for your rental car and climbed inside before cranking the engine. Then you took a massive bite of garlic mashed potatoes before cutting off a piece of Derek's steak while you called your husband. 

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Bradley was working out in the garage when your ringtone cut across the playlist you made for him. He practically dropped his barbell to the cement floor to get his phone from where it was sitting on the tool chest. "Sweetheart. I wasn't expecting to hear from you quite yet. Didn't we just get off the phone?" he asked with a smile as he ran his forearm along his sweaty face. "Not that I mind one bit." He was about to ask if you were done with dinner, but then he realized that you were crying. The sweat on his skin turned ice cold as he quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Roo," you wailed, and he started looking around the garage as if there was something out here that would help both of you calm down. "He ruined my fucking dinner!" you sobbed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked as he paced the length of the garage, running his fingers through his damp hair. "Who ruined it?"

"Commander Patterson."

Bradley honestly could not fathom how that guy had ruined your dinner. All he knew was that you told him you were horny as hell when you got to the restaurant, and that he didn't trust guys he didn't know around you. Most men were disgusting, and you were lovely and also pregnant with his child.

"Can you explain what happened so I can understand?" he asked as calmly as he could.

"Yeah," you sniffed, and he heard a car engine start up in the background. "The nugget and I were both really enjoying the food. Like really enjoying it, Bradley. You know how I've been, and this was delectable and exactly what we both wanted. Like it was so good, if you'd been there with me looking super sexy, I would have probably had an orgasm in the middle of the damn restaurant."

Bradley swallowed hard as he stood in the garage, wondering where the hell this was going. "I understand. You haven't been able to eat much, so that must have felt amazing. Now can you tell me what's wrong?"

"He ruined it!" you replied loudly. "He lied to me! There were no admirals planning on joining us. He tricked me into meeting him there, and then he gave me fake compliments and accolades about my work. He told me that I could get ahead with a career in Annapolis if I slept with him, all because he wanted to fuck me!"

Bradley almost dropped his phone. "Did he touch you?" he growled, switching to speaker phone as he rushed through the backyard toward the house and looked for flights to Maryland at the same time. "Did he fucking touch you?!"

"No!" you practically shrieked. "No, he didn't touch me! You think I'd let him get anywhere near me after he ruined my dinner?"

"Where are you now?" he demanded. "And what's this Commander fucking Patterson's first name?" 

Bradley was seeing red as he walked inside and slammed the sliding glass door behind him, and Tramp ran whimpering into the spare room. The earliest he could get out of San Diego on an eastbound flight was a red eye that left at 9:30, and that was nearly four hours from now.

"I'm not telling you his name," you said softly with a little sniff at the end. "I'm afraid you'll strangle him."

Frankly, if Bradley got his hands on the asshole, he'd probably wish all he got was strangled to death. "Where are you now?" he asked again, trying to keep his voice calmer.

"In my rental car."

"Alone?

"Yes!"

"Good," he replied as he clenched and unclenched his fist and headed for the shower. "Go back to your hotel room, and text me the address. I'll stay on the phone with you until you get there, and then I'll be out on a red eye that lands in Annapolis at 5:55 tomorrow morning local time. And then you'll tell me his first name, and I'll beat the shit out of him for ruining your dinner and acting like my wife is his for the taking."

"Bradley," you said firmly. "I do not need you to come out here. I already feel better now that I told you about it."

"Well, I sure as fucking hell don't," he grunted, peeling off his sweaty clothes in the bathroom. "Does he know which hotel you're staying at? And where the hell is Cat?"

You groaned and said, "No, he doesn't know. And Cat went to the actual cocktail reception with the actual admirals. I seriously hate Commander Patterson. But I did steal his dinner, so that's making me feel a little bit better."

His thumb was hovering over his phone screen, ready to purchase a seat on this flight. "Wait, you stole his dinner?"

"Yes. I took it. When I tell you the food was that good, Bradley, I am not joking. I housed most of the appetizers and the bread basket, and then I took his plate before he even got a bite of his porterhouse. I dumped all of the food into takeout boxes, took some silverware, told the waitress he'd pay for everything, and then I left."

Bradley burst into laughter in spite of himself. He could actually picture it so clearly. The haughty expression on your face. Your biting wit once you figured out what was going on. The way you must have looked dumping the steaks into the containers. "You're a damn force to be reckoned with, Baby Girl. Are you driving back to the hotel with all the food?"

"Yeah. I mean I did eat a few bites when I first got back in the car, because the baby was demanding it, but I'm absolutely going to eat the rest in my room. Fuck that guy. He doesn't even deserve his overpriced steak. It's mine now."

Bradley cradled his forehead in his hand and laughed. "Do you really not need me to come out there?"

He heard you take a deep breath before you said, "I miss you a lot, but I really do not need you to come out, okay? The nugget and I are fine now, ruined dinner aside."

"Alright," he murmured. "If you change your mind, you have two hours to let me know, and I'll be knocking on your door by 7 in the morning."

You moaned and whispered, "God, that does sound good. I'm back at the hotel. Heading up to my room now. Any chance you feel like having phone sex before I eat my two steaks and roughly four pounds of potatoes?"

"Fuck," he grunted, his cock already getting hard as he looked down at himself. "Yeah. A hundred percent. Let me just get in the shower here."

"Okay, Daddy," you muttered, and Bradley was practically tripping over himself as he started up the spray of water. Once you were safely inside your room, you told him, "I'm ready when you are."

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You got off twice to your vibrator and your husband's sexy voice. It was so easy to imagine him in the shower with the sound of the water in the background. You could picture the steam snaking around his body while he held his thick cock in his hand. You could practically taste his skin and smell the body wash he was definitely using as lube. 

"That's my sweet girl," he crooned as you started to peak for the second time. "When I get you home on Friday, my mouth is going to be all over that pussy. I miss you so much. I want my wife and my baby with me."

"Bradley," you whined, legs bent and shaking as you got closer. "I need you to fuck me. I'm so goddamn horny for you!"

He grunted right into the phone and said, "Keep it up, and I'll break your new car at the airport, too."

And then you came. Hard. Your chest was sweaty. Your back was arching off the bed. The vibrator rolled out of your grasp, and you stroked yourself with your fingers and whispered his name over and over. 

"I'm about to come," Bradley moaned. And you could hear the exact second he was probably making a white mess all over the tile wall. You imagined it on your belly instead. 

You just wanted to go home, and when your back finally settled against the bedding you said, "I need you to promise to fuck me at least twenty times between Friday night and Monday morning."

"Make it thirty, Sweetheart," he crooned as he panted. "At least. I fucking need it, too."

You turned your head to the side where a photo of him was still pulled up on your phone. "Sounds perfect. Don't forget, I'm having dinner with my mom and dad tomorrow, so please FaceTime when you're walking out of work if you can."

"For the love of all things holy, please don't talk about your parents when I'm still holding my cock."

You giggled, and then he laughed. "I won't do it again," you promised as you sat up in bed, eyeing the takeout containers on the desk. "I love you, Roo. I'm going to eat Derek Patteron's steak, take a shower, and then pass out."

"I love you too, Baby Girl. Can you put your phone down by your belly?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, pressing your lips together to keep from squealing at how sweet this man was.

"And I love you, too, my little nugget. Be nice to Mommy."

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BG is all over the place... Roo probably has whiplash. Derek should be punished for ruining that meal for her and the baby. Just a few chapters left, and we'll have another series for them in the books! Thanks for reading! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 34

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You + Me = three pt 2

Summary: headcannons of Touya as an official dad

warnings: Language, mentions of murder (☝️💀) and Touya needing to be protected at all costs (as usual 😩)

It’s a daughter

And he’s never been more happy

He can’t really explain why he wanted a daughter so bad

But he was beyond ecstatic when he got to hold her for the first time

As said before, if he could cry, he would

He’d definitely be a protective dad

Like besides you NO ONE can hold his little princess 🙅‍♀️

Because “no mf you’ll DROP HER, or she’ll get ANXIOUS, or ILL GET ANXIOUS”

But at the same time

Yk those memes that are like “dad vs mom” and the mom is cuddling the baby, and the dad is like treating it like a ragdoll? Slinging it over his shoulder and stuff?

Yeah that’s him too. 

A year in you walk into the living room

And he’s got your daughter upside down

Walking on her hands 

While he holds her ankles

“She wanted to do a hand stand”

And he’d shrug like it wasn’t an ACTUAL BABY

Like everyone else would treat her irresponsibly but him

And that mindset of his never goes away

Can you imagine when his daughter is a teenager?

Bringing a boy home?

I think the fuck not 😤

He’ll either threaten the kid

Or like actually burn him. 

Like fr

He’s a villain okay

But he’s got his priorities straight at least

Bc the boy was probably gonna try and use her anyways 😤

At least according to Touya

So he deserved it 🧍 

Moving on from child murder

Back to baby hc’s

He’d totally steal naps with the baby when he can

He’s not even tired 

But holding his baby

And having her fall asleep in his arms? 

An elevated experience for him

ESPECIALLY if it means you can catch a break

Buuuuut

Nap time with baby AND you?

He’s in heaven. 

His two favorite people

The two people in the world he would protect at any cost

And he gets to cuddle with them 🥹 

I think on a serious note though

The experience of being a dad 

And raising a kid with you

Definitely made him think about a few things 

Like

Revenge didn’t feel worth it anymore. 

If it meant he’d die in a few months

And leave you two behind?

Nah

Bc having you two 

Was the best thing to happen to him

Because

He didn’t want to die for you

He wanted to live for you

So what was the point in dying in such a terrible way?

So his daughter could grow up without her dad? 

Absolutely not. 

So

Should he have a family with you 

That revenge he’d been working towards would be obsolete 

All that energy that he stored up

For the moment he’d destroy the lives of his father and those who wronged him?

That energy is being put to better use now

Now he’s making time to take his daughter on walks so you can rest

And making her and you pancakes every morning

Every single day 

As his daughter gets older and older, he definitely opens up about the things he’s done 

He’d been in a shell for so long 

Hiding himself from people

That he never wanted to do that again

At least not with you or your daughter

And once again

Another moment where if he could he’d cry?

Is when his daughter smiles

And says she understands

Just like you did all those years ago when he told you 

Because now he had a family

An actual family 

Who loved and understood him

And he’ll be holding onto these moments

That he considers ever so sacred and precious

Till the day he finally drops dead

Ughhhh Dad Touya has my heart I fear 🖐️😭 having a whole redemption arc for the sake of his family bc Enji never did that for him 💔💔💔

Banner Creds to @ Buttonheart 🙌🙌🙌

[matthewswifeyx]

Welcome home <3

Baby Conner was ready to come home. The doctor gave us the all clear when all the baby examinations were all okay. I still didn't really have enough strength and energy to walk out of the hospital by my own yet, so I was pushed on a wheelchair and Matt was carrying the baby in his carseat. In my condition I still found Matt the most attractive person ever, even doing the bare minimum by carrying our baby out of the hospital. He was effortlessly very sexy. He wore a backwards hat that did not help my thoughts. I should not be thinking these things after just giving birth but I couldn't help myself.

Anyway we reached the car and said our goodbyes to the midwife that has helped us through this whole process. I went over the backseat to help Matt buckle up our newborn. It took us a while to figure it out but we got there in the end. I went to go sit down in the passenger seat and Matt followed me to my side.

"Matt what are you doing?" I laughed. he reached for the seatbelt and buckled me up as well.

"Got to take care of both of my babies." I blushed.

The car journey back home was lovely and peaceful. The baby stayed asleep most of the ride, with a few babbles and coos here and there. Me and Matt found it adorable, I could get used to that. When we arrived Matt helped me out of the car and I went around to the back to help him with the baby.

Matt held the carseat in one hand and my palm in his other. We walked to the front door all together. Matt unlocked the door and we walked inside. The smell of fresh candles filled my nostrils. There was banners and balloons everywhere. Then we spotted Nick and Chris.

"Welcome home guys!" Nick said.

"Thank you so much guys! This is lovely!"

"It's the least we could do. You gave us a-. What is it?"

"A boy." Matt clarified.

"Well, you gave a nephew to spoil and cherish." Chris smiled.

"That's sweet Chris."

"And now I found out we are having a nephew. Matt, Nick pay up!" Chris announced excitedly.

"You guys seriously had a bet on what the gender was?" I wasn't surprised to be honest.

Me and Matt settled nicely in our home, quietly chatting with Nick and Chris, we didn't want to disturb the baby. Me and Matt could tell that they were both desperate for a hold. We told them to give Conner a tiny 10 minute nap then it would be cuddle time.

"This nap feels like forever."

"I think he has had enough beauty rest." Matt announced and went to take him out of his carseat.

"I call on holding him first!"

"You motherfucker."

"Hey! Watch ya language around the baby."

"Oh look at Matt getting all protective!" Nick held his hands up.

"I don't know what has gotten into him over these couple of hours." I chuckled.

Matt lowered Conner into Chris' arms and Chris was frozen in complete awe. Who knew that Chris had a soft spot for babies. Everyone was fascinated with Chris reaction, but we didn't expect him to cry. Small sniffles escaped Chris' mouth.

"Chris man it's okay to cry."

"I know. It's just so amazing and how this baby is going to be so loved."

Chris kept the baby in his arms for a few more minutes until Nick grew very impatient.

"Come on now Chris you're pushing your luck. My nephew wants to meet his favourite uncle."

"Fuck you." Matt shot a stern look at Chris. Which cause Chris to giggle a little bit.

"Calm down daddy." Which made Matt break his act and fall into a fit of giggles. Chris gave Conner over to Nick, at first Chris forgot to support the baby's head while passing him over to Nick. That made me and Matt panic a little.

"Dude be careful, it's not Trevor."

"Sorry."

Conner was nicely settled in Nick's arms and Nick rocked him slowly.

"Hi Conner, I'm Uncle Nick we are going to have so much fun together with Uncle Chris and Uncle Nathan. You are so loved and we are going to spoil you rotten! Feel free to come over and bitch about your parents anytime. I get it, they can be annoying. And hey, we could be quite similar. I mean the oldest, if so you would already be the best sibling." Nick lowered his head and gave Conner a quick kiss on his forehead.

"That was super sweet Nick."

"Especially coming from you."

"Hey, this is a 'once in a blue moon' event so appreciate it!" Nick joked. "Have you told the fans yet?"

"Not yet, they are the least of my worries at this point."

"Are you going to tell them?"

"Of course we will. But just not now, we want to settle before we say anything." Nick and Chris nodded in agreement.

"I guess we should get going and let the parents settle in!"

We said our goodbye's to Chris and Nick and saw them leave. When they left, me and Matt went back into the living room. Conner had woken up from another small nap.

"Hey buddy." Matt greeted. Matt picked up Conner from his carseat and cradled him. "Should we give him a tour of the house?"

"Of course."

Matt went back to the front door and made sure that Conner stayed awake for this live representation.

"Okay buddy, this is our entrance where we take off our shoes and then we go through the the living room. This is where me and you can make forts, play games and watch movies. No girls aloud except for Mommy." I laughed at that comment. "Then in this tiny room here is were we can play with your awesome toys and we can have teddy bear picnics and play fight." Matt out of the playroom to the kitchen. "This is the kitchen, where Mommy makes the best delicious meals, I would prefer her cooking over a restaurant's anyday! This could also be where we can flip pancakes and celebrate your birthday's!"

Matt's ideas were so creative and how he could come up with scenarios on the spot and bring them to life immediately. It was like he had rehearsed this.

"Then if we look behind us, there is our dinner table! Where we can have great family dinners and maybe even food fights?" Matt looked over to me on that last comment.

"As long as you clean up." I laugh.

"Then we make a trip upstairs to me and Mommy's bedroom. This can be a space to snuggle with us before bed or creep into our bed if you had a nightmare. It will always be an open space for you. Just don't try and come in when the door is locked, or if it's Valentines day." He winked at me, kissed Conner's head and moved onto the next room. "Now this is your nursery, Mommy has spent a lot of time designing this for you so we hope you like it! This rocking chair is where Mommy can sit here and read you stories and so can I! We can also sing you lullabies if you have trouble falling asleep. Now this is our bathroom where you can have relaxing baths and play with your toys and have some fun water time! Then this last room is empty for maybe a future brother or sister. Or it could be your room if you would like it?"

Conner was wide awake taking in any detail Matt had made note of, like Conner could understand him. Conner's bright blue eyes were wide and he kicked his legs in excitement.

"Welcome home buddy, we love you so much and we know and you know it!"

Hey guys I hope you really enjoyed this fanfic! If you have any suggestions of requests send me a message and I will try and get back to you asap! <3

[jelzorz]

189.

They start piling bodies up the morning after the attack.

It's grim work. Opeli has given rites to soldiers and civilians alike, but never at the same time, and never so many at once. She knows most of these faces by name. She remembers when she last spoke to them, knew their smiles and the sounds of their voices, knows the family that will mourn them long after the blessings are spoken and their bodies are burned, and when she bows her head and prays for their peace in the next life, she hides her sorrow and her tears under the sanctuary of her hood and wonders how she's supposed to do it again, and again, and again.

But she does it. Her throat aches by the late morning, her eyes rimmed with red from tears she won't let herself cry. That one was the blacksmith's apprentice. May the Lady of Light guide you through the darkness. That one was a stable hand. May Lady Mercy bring you rest in your slumber. This one was one of her novices, seventeen and barely minted, her service never even begun. May Justice grant you peace in the next life. Go in grace.

Opeli swallows a sob as she presses their eyes closed and pulls makeshift shrouds over each their faces, wondering what these people did that Justice would allow them to die so callously. She has never doubted the Five Sisters, but bodies keep appearing in the rubble and her faith wavers a little more with every set of rites that leaves her lips.

"How're you holding up?"

Opeli's breath rushes in. Soren kneels down beside her, and too late, she realises that she is still kneeling over Eugenie's shroud, the singed banner barely long enough to cover her from head to toe, her novice's robes visible through the tears in the fabric.

"You need a break."

"I'm fine," mutters Opeli, closing her fingers into fists to hide the trembling of her hands. "Is there another one?"

"No," lies Soren, and Opeli knows it's a lie because the line of bodies in the square is only growing longer by the minute. How many has she done now? How many prayers has she whispered? She lost count after the first ten, and the sun has barely even reached its zenith. "You need a break."

Opeli scowls at him, at the wariness in his eyes and the way his forehead is bleeding again beneath the bandages she'd placed there only last night. "So do you," she snaps. "You can't expect me to take one when you and the other soldiers won't either. I have a job to do."

"Take one with me then," says Soren. "I'll stop for a bit of you do. Deal?"

Opeli stares at him. "I—"

"Deal?"

She glances back down at Eugenie's unmoving body and almost breaks, her heart in pieces between her ribs.

"Come on," says Soren, and wordlessly, she lets him tug her up by the hand and away from the line bodies to the water station by ruined gates. For the first time in hours, Opeli's breathing eases, even if the ache in her chest is persistent and won't let up. The water tastes fresh and clean, her parched throat grateful for some relief even though she knows she'll be at it again in less than an hour.

"Are you okay?"

Opeli snorts grimly into her canteen. "No," she mutters. "Not after—" Eugenie's soot-stained face flashes in her mind and Opeli shuts her eyes and takes another drink, wishing it was something stronger. "I'll be fine." She takes a breath then and glances at him, noting, for the first time, the frown on his lips and the dullness of his eyes. "Are you?"

Soren doesn't answer. Not right away. Then he takes a breath. "They found him," he says. "In the rubble. His—his heart was all burned up."

Opeli's breath hitches. Her own grief suddenly seems so pale in comparison. At least she can grieve Eugenie without complication. Soren has been struggling with grieving the idea of his father for years, and now...

"I'm sorry," she murmurs. It's all she knows how to say.

"Don't be," says Soren hoarsely. "I... wanted to ask a favour actually. I know your morning's been just as shit as ours but—" He swallows. "Will you give him his rites?"

Opeli blinks at him. She hadn't even thought about it, to be honest. It was just the next body, and the next, and the next after that, but of course Viren's body is here too, of course they'd find it eventually, but she hadn't imagined she'd have to because war criminals typically do not receive them. They are buried without ceremony, undeserving of guidance and peace in the afterlife, and Viren, of all people, certainly does not deserve such a kindess, and yet...

"I think it's for me, more than it is for him," mumbles Soren. "He was my dad, y'know? He wasn't a good one but... I think maybe being able to say goodbye properly might help me put it all in the past. Does that make sense?"

Opeli studies him. How much he has grown. How good he has become. He is kinder than her now, it seems, because she would have left Viren for dead and would not have bothered with his rites at all. "Yes," she says after a moment. "It makes perfect sense."

"Will you do it?"

Opeli twitches her lips, tired and saddened as she is. Soren has a bigger heart than he will ever know, and because it's him, because he asks and he is her friend, because she knows what he's been through and how much he has had to unlearn, she nods. "Yes," she says. "Of course."

They save Viren's rites for last that day, so it's just the two of them and there are no others to watch. Soren sets the body on one of the makeshift pyres and Opeli lights it, her prayers whispered in the summer wind.

"May the Lady of Light guide you through the darkness. May Lady Mercy grant you rest in your slumber. May Justice grant you peace in the next life."

Soren's hand finds hers. Opeli holds it tight as the fire burns against the darkening sky.

"Go in grace," she says.

Soren swallows. Nods. His fingers tighten just a little around hers. "Go in grace."

[bonesxbows]

Weeping Dawn (Gale x Reader)

My Masterlist

You have a breakdown and seek out Gale for comfort. I didn't describe what was bothering Tav so it's versatile for any reader.

(WARNINGS) - descriptions of crying

I haven't written anything in so long lol so this is much shorter than all of my other works as I get used to writing longer pieces again. Regardless I hope this helps anyone who reads it <3

Banners by @strangergraphics

“Gale?” You appeared in front of his tent, pulling back the entrance flap tentatively.

“Yes? What can I do for you?” He replied, placing the book in his hands down and smiling up at you. His face fell however when he saw your state. His brown eyes crinkled in worry and his eyebrows fell in concern. “Is everything alright my dear? Pardon my obvious observation but you don’t look like yourself.” He stood up, but slowly so as to not startle you, and beckoned you to come inside and out of the night’s chill. You followed his call, walking inside his tent and wringing your hands constantly, heavily avoiding his eye contact.

“Could I…Would it be okay if I asked for a hug?” You asked, still avoiding his eyes. He wanted to chuckle at your request but held it in. It was such a trivial thing to ask for, something he would willingly give up at a moment’s notice, and yet you were acting like you had just asked him for something absurd. But then again…he had never even seen you go out of your way to touch any other companion. There was more to this request, he filed the information and his observations for later. He would ask when you were less tense. For now, he relaxed his body and smiled softly at you, hoping his calm exterior would help you relax. He outstretched his arms for you.

“Of course my love, you needn't even ask.” You shuffled forward, practically falling into his arms so forcefully it threw him off balance. He stumbled a bit but regained his posture quickly and soon became a grounding force for you with the way his arms held you upright. Even if it was a struggle for him to hold up your entire body weight he never voiced it.

You were silent but he could see your body begin to shake and soon felt hot tears begin to soak spots into his clothes. He said nothing, though there were a hundred and one things he would have liked to tell you and ask you. He let you have your moment, letting you spill all of your emotions out while he held you, rubbing soothing shapes on your back with one hand and carding his other through your hair. Soon your breathing returned to normal and the tears stopped flowing. He shifted you a little, enough so he could see your face but your body still rested against his. His eyes shone with sympathy and worry but the sight of you so sad and distraught broke his heart. He removed his hand from your hair gently and used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the remains of the tear streaks that littered your face.

“Do you wish to speak of whatever is bothering you so deeply my love?” He asked in a soft voice. You shook your head. He was curious and worried, but words were failing you that day so he would have to wait. He hated waiting, patience was not his strong suit, but he would do it for you. “That’s alright, whenever you find the words I am here to listen, I will always be here for you whenever you have need of me.” He softly smiled at you, hoping to coax some of his calmness towards you to ease your suffering. You returned the smile, or tried to at least. It made his heart feel a little lighter to know that you were at least trying.

“I…I don't know how to thank you.” Your voice was thick with salvia from crying.

“I don't require thanks, just knowing you're okay brings me peace. This is not a service to be repaid, you mean much more to me than that and I know you are aware of that.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and in response you loosened yourself from his hold enough to clasp your hands in his and you showed him your appreciation through a kiss. His face twisted in surprise for a moment but soon relaxed and he returned the kiss with twice as much love and tenderness. You pulled away after and you could catch a glimpse of dissatisfaction in his face. The sight made you want to giggle but you held it in for his sake.

“Could I stay here with you in your tent tonight? Please?” It was the most confident sentence you had said all night and he could feel his heartstrings tug at your question. Not a bone in his body could deny you your request even if he wanted to. He kissed you again quickly but softly and his puppy dog eyes lit up with happiness.

“Of course my love, I could never say no to a request like that from you.”

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Ikemen Vampire - Mozart x Reader

Written for Day 2 of Visions of Temptation by @xxsycamore

Prompt: Handjobs

NSFW

Words: 899

I finally finished one. Not sure about the ending of this but... And yeah, i recycled last year's banner...

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“I still can’t believe you agreed to this one.” You told your boyfriend as he helped you into the carriage. “We have quite a trip ahead. Are you sure you will be okay?”

“With you by my side, I will manage.” Wolf kissed the back of your hand before climbing after you.

You smiled. It was sweet that he felt so safe with you, but you were still worried. Even you weren’t sure how you would hold up.

It was a hot summer evening and you would be locked up in this “box” for at least an hour. Twice.

Most of his performances had been in town or close to it. Usually a fifteen to twenty minute ride. This one was… In the next town? You weren’t even sure. But it probably was an extraordinary opportunity if your boyfriend agreed to it despite his fear of carriages.

Or maybe Comte just bribed him again.

Whatever the reason, the start of the trip was like any other. Wolf started off a little nervous, but you held his hand and his attention went entirely to you. You talked about a lot of things, but by now that conversation had died out.

At first the silence was comforting, and you just sat side by side, in as much contact as possible, but after a moment when the carriage jerked violently.

Wolf’s hold on your hand tightened, but his attention was outside in a vain attempt to watch the road.

Sincerely, not even you knew where you were at this point and if the roads were safe, but you had to reassure your boyfriend somehow. You didn’t think something would happen, anyway.

So you also tightened your hold on his hand, and when that didn’t even make him look at you, you kissed his neck, making him jump and finally turn around.

“What was that?”

“Does it bother you?” You asked with a smirk, pulling his hand up and kissing it.

“No. But why?”

“I’m bored, and you need a distraction. And we still have a while here… alone. Well, mostly.” You leaned in and brushed your lips against his, feeling him tense for a moment, then relax.

He started to chase after you when you pulled away, but stopped himself.

“You will ruin your makeup.” He warned.

“This one won’t get out so easily. And even if it did, I could always reapply it.” You kissed him again.

This time, his free hand slipped yo your neck, careful not to mess your hair, and he deepened the kiss.

Your free hand moved to his pants, gently squeezing him through it, feeling how he was starting to come to life already.

“Does the situation please you, or do I really arouse you that easily?” You asked in a whisper.

“You know the answer to that, Meine Liebe.” He replied, stubbornly. “Is your method of distraction just attempting to tease me?”

“Why?” You rubbed him, gaining a low groan. “Did you expect more? In here?” But even as you said that, you put more pressure to your movements and he was hardening under your touch. “Do you think you can stay quiet enough?”

You didn’t wait for an answer, though. His tone was enough approval, and you moved to unbuckle his belt. He helped you remove his pants, refusing to let go of your hand.

“I could always bite you if I feel like I can’t.” Wolf grinned, finally answering you. “That won’t mess up your dress.”

He gulped and his smirk vanished as you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. He wasn’t fully hard yet, so you lightly dragged your hand up until you could reach to tub your thumb over the head.

His groan was slighter louder, and he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Someone is very sensitive today.” You whispered in his ear. “I wish we were somewhere private, so I could show you what I really can do.”

He grunted back as you gave him a light squeeze, before sliding your hand back down with a light touch, and kept that soft pressure in your following movements.

His hand on your neck pulled you closer again, and he kissed you, muffling a moan.

“How can a sweet lamb like you have so much power over me?”

“Because you belong to me, Wolf. Just like I belong to you.”

You kissed him back, tightening your hold on him and building a new, faster pace, and his hold on you tightened back.

“I never thought not being able to touch you properly would be so difficult. If we were on our way home…”

His words were lost in another groan as you focused your efforts on the leaking head of his cock, rubbing it with the palm of your hand.

“If we were on our way home, I know neither of us would be holding back, except from making more noise.”

Wolf chuckled and kissed your neck.

“If you could keep yourself from making noise.”

“Me?” You gave him a light squeeze. “Are you confident you would fare better if I wasn’t holding back?”

“That depends on what you have to give, Meine Liebe.” His fangs teased your skin.

You mentally cursed this party that had both of you holding back so much, but you tried to focus back. You had a task literally at hand right now.

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Truth or drink

Bucky Barnes x reader

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“Out of all of us here…” said the multimillionaire, and your eyes drift around the room at the few faces left at the party, which consist of; Sam, Nat, Thor, Banner, Bucky, Steve, Scott, and Hope as well as Tony Stark of course.

“…f*%#, marry, kill.”

It was the most mundane, middle school question. And honestly if you weren’t already quite tipsy you could’ve played your reaction off at least a bit more smoothly. But of course with it being the near end of the party, and with you, already having downed more than a few drinks, your eyes already betrayed your brain as you looked at the metal armed man who sat a couple persons down from you.

“Ah, what was that?” Said Mr.Moneybags snapping you out of your own little world. You instantly shifted your gaze towards Tony and shook your head, “saw what? You didn’t see anything.”

“Okay now don’t say that,” joined Sam, “we did see…something. Whatever that was.”

The blonde god Thor chimed in, “what did we see? I missed it.”

Tony raised his hand silencing everyone, “it doesn’t matter, because you,” he pointed a finger in your direction, “still have to answer the question my friend. Or…drink.”

He grabbed a shot glass from the table and began pouring while you rolled your eyes, already knowing your choice. “Give me the glass.”

You held the cup up wincing a little at how much you’ve already drank and after taking a breath you downed the shot. You shook your head while an, “ah!” Escaped your mouth due to the burning sensation that stayed in the back of your throat.

“Yeah that’ll do it,” you muttered, your words slurring together slightly.

“Happy now Stark, you did this,” Sam muttered half jokingly while pointing a finger accusingly at Tony.

“Me, we all agreed to play, it’s not my fault little big brain can’t hold their liquor.”

“I’ll take care of this,” Bucky said, setting his drink down and pushing his body off the couch.

“You sure…? You want me to come with?” Steve asked knowing Bucky typically didn’t offer up his time to help others in this sort of aspect but Buck just waved him off, and looped your arms around his shoulder. “I can take care of myself,” you argued towards his movement and he nodded, “I know you can.” And with that being said he easily slipped one arm under both your thighs and the other arm behind your back, once secured in his arms he turned back to answer Steve. “Nah I got it, I was done with the game anyway.”

With that he turned his back to the group and walked off.

He walked to the elevator. Went down a few flights and began his journey down the long hallway.

“I’m sorry,” you let out, resting your head practically against his sturdy chest as he held you, “I wanted to say you so badly,” you muttered, eyelids heavy.

“I know doll,” he extended his neck, laying his lips on the top of your head for a quick moment.

It was both of your ideas to keep the new relationship a secret as of the moment. Not wanting to give the satisfaction of finally admitting your feelings towards each other to the other avengers who had known for a while now.

“I almost gave us up. I’m sorry,” you repeated.

It may have been your drunken state but you expected him to be at least a tiny bit upset, but all he said was, “‘s okay doll, it’s all gonna come out soon anyway.”

You smiled against his clothing before repeating, “I’m sorry.”

All he did was hold you close, “for now we can just enjoy ourselves while we’re alone, let’s not think about that.” You jutted your head out, eyes still closed but with puckered lips.

Catching your obvious drift he again stretches his neck chuckling a little as he goes to plant his lips against yours.

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Cross-Check ~ Chapter 20

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 20 – When Two Becomes Three 

Leia 

I’m scared.  

So fucking scared.  

The doctors and nurses are talking to each other as they push my gurney to the operating room. Jeremy catches up to us and takes my hand.  We get to the doors and one of nurses stops Jeremy. “We’re going to get her set up and then bring you in.”  

He nods and looks down at me. “See you in a minute.”  

I keep my eyes on him for as long as possible before the doors closed. They move me into position and drape a barrier between my head and my belly. I hear the door creak open and then I see Jeremy all masked up. “Jeremy,” I say and can feel a tear fall.  

“Hey, everything is still okay. I won’t leave.” He leans over and kisses my forehead. “You’re still the strongest woman I know.”  

“Andy’s going to miss it,” I whisper.  

“I know.”  

“He’s going to hate us.”  

“No, he won’t. He’ll be happy that you and the baby are healthy and safe. Don’t think like that.” He thumbs my tears away. “Don’t cry, he wouldn’t want you to cry.”  

“Ok, let’s get started,” the doctor says.  The phone rings right before and a nurse answers. “Yes? Oh okay, send him up.”  She leans over to speak to the doctor.  

The doctor’s eyes crinkle and she look over at me. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” 

Andy 

Three Hours Earlier 

Morning skate on game day are always light. We never want to expend all of our energy before a game, it's just to get our legs loose from the day before and sleep. I’m excited but a little nervous. I wasn’t expecting Leia to be left alone while I was gone.  I get it, Miranda has a job to do, but it made me nervous. At least until I talked to my girl.  She was bubbly and happy over the phone last night. It calmed me down.  

“Heads up!” Luke ices me as he comes to stop and I laugh, wiping the snow away from my face.  

“Asshole!” I smack his ass with my stick as he skates away. I move to do my laps and shoot at the net occasionally. We have a rookie in net, taking shots as backup to Linus Ullmark since Jeremy is out with a concussion.  I’m talking with the kid when I hear Coach call mine and Luke’s name.  I snap my head up and he waves us over.  I skate to him. “What’s up?” 

“Get your shit together and get to the airport.  Leia is in labor.”   

The world around me stops. She’s in labor. “But she’s early,” I say. This can’t be happening. I’m supposed to be there to hold her hand. To see my daughter being brought into the world,  

“Just go,” Coach orders. “Jeremy is driving her there. Sway, keep us updated.” 

Luke guides me off the ice as Coach informs the team about what’s happening.  “Luke, I...” 

“Don’t freak, just get dressed and grab your phone and wallet. I’ll have the guys grab our stuff from the hotel.” Luke turned to walk back through the tunnel to the ice.  I changed and then call Leia, but she doesn’t answer. No, I have to speak to her, or I am going to lose my mind.  

One of the team coordinators tell us that we have a private plane waiting for us and we take off in a company car. My leg is bouncing in the car, staring at my phone. I try to call again. “Come on baby, pick up the phone.” 

Luke’s phone rings. “It’s Jeremy,” he tells me.  “Hey, let me put you on speaker.” Luke turns it and I can hear Jeremy.  

“Hey, sorry, I saw you calling but Leia’s been having some intense contractions.  The doctor is with her now. I don’t know how much longer she’ll be in labor.”  

“Jeremy, is she in a lot of pain?” I ask.  

“Yeah,” I close my eyes at his response. “They are going to give her a shot or something. She asked me to stay with her.”  

“Ok, don’t leave her alone. We’ll be in the air within the next 20 minutes and we are about two hours away. Jeremy,” I took a breath, “please take care of my family.”  

“I will Andy, I promise.”  

I hang up as we pull into the private terminal. Climbing the stairs, the captain greets us. “Mr. Barber, Mr. Andrews, management informed me of the situation. I’ll get you to Boston as soon as possible.”  

“Thank you.” I took a seat and just stared out the window. My mind was fully on Leia. Our daughter is early, and I don’t know if she is in distress. My mind runs through all the different complications that were in all the baby books I had read. My brow started sweating as I thought of preeclampsia and cord asphyxiation.  

“Andy, take a breath for me.” Luke grabbed my shoulder and I turned to look at him. “C’mon buddy, breathe.”  

“She’s alone and she’s giving birth to my baby and what if everything goes wrong?” I could feel myself panicking and I couldn’t stop it.  

“Whoa, hey, she is not alone. Jeremy is there and while I’ve had my issues with him, he has proven to be a good man. He won’t let anything happen to her if he can.”  

“Luke, why do I feel like this? I’m terrified.”  

Luke smiled. “Because you’re about to be a dad. Soon, you will have two girls to take care of.  They are going to love you so much.” He patted my back before he went back on his phone.  

He’s right. I will have my girls to take care of from now on. And a thought runs through my head. Because, while everyone knows me to be that little girl’s dad, biologically, she isn’t mine.  That isn’t something I had talked to Leia about. And then I thought about the fact that I don’t have any legal rights to take of Leia if something were to happen. I would die if something happened to her.  

But we’ve only been dating for a few months. Though I’ve known her for the better part of 25 years. She’s my best friend for a reason.  She knows me and I know her. And I want to be in her life forever.  

And I know now what I need to do.  

“Hey Luke?” 

“Yeah bro.”  

“You know I love Leia, right?” 

“Duh.” He rolls his eyes.  

“Right. Well, do you think that it would be ok to ask her to marry me?” 

I probably should have timed that better as he was sipping a water when I said that. He sputtered and choked. I patted his back until the red color faded from his face. “You’ve only been together for a couple of months.”  

“Three and we’ve been living together for seven and have been friends since she was born. She’s it, man. She’s the one I have been wanting, who make me the best version of me. I love her and I want to make her my wife. I want to legally adopt our baby and be a family, spiritually and legally.”  

Luke goes quiet for a few minutes as I go back to staring out the window. “Why ask me?” 

I turn back to him. “Luke, you are her family and while I’m not really asking for your permission, I do want your blessing.”  

“Do you have a ring?” 

“Not yet. I was just thinking that I don’t really have rights over Leia, or the baby and I needed to fix that. The first thing I need to do is make her mine, legally. But I know she will never do it if she doesn’t have your blessing.”  

Luke nods. “You’ll still let me crash at your place and let me visit my sister?” 

“When Miranda gets pissed, you can hide at our place.” I chuckle a little. “So...” 

“I’ve always thought of you as a brother.” He sighs. “Just making it a legal thing.” He smiles. “Yeah, you have my blessing.” We awkwardly hug in our seats. 

I start looking at rings online, just to get an idea of what I want and prices when the captain announces our descent into Logan. I take a breath and hope that we are still in time.  

After landing and getting into the private car the team sent, we raced through the street of Boston. As we pulled into the entrance of the hospital, I got a message from Jeremy.  

Jeremy: they need to do an emergency c-section.  They are moving her now.  

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The car barely stops when I’m running out the door.  “For Leia Andrews?” I ask at the nurse's station 

“Labor and Delivery 5th floor.”  

“Thanks.” I turn to run but the nurse yells. “Sir, I’m sorry but she’s been taken in for an...” 

“I know. But she’s my fiancé and I need to get to her.”  

“Hang on.” She dials a number and speaks to whomever.  She hangs up and grabs a plastic bag with a blue cloth in it.  “Follow me.”  

She walks as Luke and I follow her. “We already have someone in there with her but since your doctor is a big fan, she’s going to allow two. You need to put this on with the hat, mask and gloves right now.” The elevator opens and we climb in as she pushes for the floor.  I pull on the gown and hat and gloves as she ties the straps around me. “Mr. Andrews, I will walk you to the waiting room after to drop off Mr. Barber.“ Luke nods. We get to the floor and see directs me to the right room. 

I take a breath and push my way in. “Oh, good, Andy, you made it.”  I can hear Dr. Montgomery, but I can’t see her.  

“Hey doc.”  

“Andy!” I hear the gasp of my girl and see her turn her head to the left. She has tears in her eyes. “You made it.”  

“I said I would, my queen.” I look up and see Jeremy in scrubs and a surgical hat on her right. “Thank you.” 

“No problem.”  

“Alright folks, let’s get this baby out. Scalpel,” Dr. Montgomery orders.  

“What happened, baby?” I look at her and the tears silently fall. I lean over and kiss her forehead.  

“Her heart rate dropped, and they made me lay on my side to help but it didn’t, so they rushed us over here,” she explains. “I’m sorry Andy, I tried to protect her and...” 

“No, sweetheart, you did a fantastic job. Maybe she’s just being difficult, like you.”  

Jeremy snorts and then coughs while Leia scoffs. “I am not difficult.”  

“And baby is out and it’s a girl,” the doctor calls out.  But then it’s silent except for the beeps of the machines.  

“She's not crying. Andy, she’s not crying.” The look of panic made her eyes search wildly for her baby.  

“I know. Doc?” I saw them move the baby to the incubator that was waiting. She was surrounded by five people, working on my little girl.  

“Andy, Leia, the baby is...” 

And then we heard it, the most magical, joyous noise you could ever hear.  

Our baby crying.  

“Oh, thank God,” I said as I pressed a kiss to Leia’s forehead.  

“I was going to say, baby was having some difficulty. They are going to take the baby to the PICU for some test and observation. I’m going to stay to close.”  

“Can I go with her?” I ask.  

“I’m sorry Andy, but until they know she is stable, they won’t allow it right now. But Dr. Peters will keep you updated.”  

“I think I am going to step out,” Jeremy said.  “Great job mama. I’ll be in the waiting room.” He left and I stayed by Leia’s head.  

“She has to be ok, right? She has to be,” Leia kept repeating softly as tears rolled down her face.  

I tried to distract her. “Have you decided on a name for the Princess?  We can’t keep calling her that or the Baby forever.  She’ll get a complex.”  

“Shut up,” Leia said a watery giggle. “I really like Nora.”  

“I like Avery or Jamie.” I kept running my hand over her cap. “I guess we can wait until we see her.”  

I felt Leia tremble. “Are we going to see her?” 

“Of course we are. Love, she’s going to be ok. You have to believe that because otherwise, we’re just putting bad juju out there.  It's like say, ‘we might win the cup.’ No, we will win the cup. Positivity.”  

“If I could move, I would hit you, Andrew Barber.”  

We were in the operating room for another thirty minutes and then moved to the recovery room. Leia fell asleep from the pain relievers that she was given, and I was just pacing back and forth, waiting for news on my daughter.  An hour later, the pedestrian, came in. “Mr. Barber?” 

I turned to him and paled. “Yes?” 

“Do you want to wake Mrs. Barber?”  

Mrs. Barber. As much as I like the sound of that, it wasn’t the time. “Leia, sweetheart? The baby’s doctor’s is here.” Her eyes fluttered a little and blinked open softly. A smile started to grace her face when the realization of my words hit. Panic filled them but before she could speak, I took her hands. “Everything is ok, please relax.” She nodded and turned to the other man in the room. I sat next to her on the bed and nodded at the doctor.  

He smiled.  “He’s right.  Baby Andrews-Barber is going to be fine.”  

It felt like the pressure on my chest lifted and I could breathe for the first time in hours.  

“She had some fluid stuck in her mouth, which is why she couldn’t cry.  We cleared it, made sure there were no lingering fluid or obstructions.  She pinked up as soon as we had her in the PICU.  I’m recommending that you both stay here for a couple of days just to make sure.”  

“Can we see her?” 

“I’m having the nurse bring her in a few minutes. I just want to explain everything before you see her. She does have a tube in her nose and that’s just a precaution for the fluid.  We’ll probably remove that tomorrow.”  

Leia wept into my side, the stress of everything finally coming to an end. I kissed her head. “Thank you, doctor, so much.”  

“My pleasure. I’ll be back to check on her later tonight.” He walked out and I held onto Leia tighter. The door opened again, and a bassinet came through the door with a nurse. “Hi mom and dad. I have someone that would like to meet you.” She pushed the bassinet right next to Leia’s bed. She lifted her out and handed her to Leia. “Just be careful of the line. It's not connected to anything, but we don’t want to pull it out.” She laid the little pink bundle in her arms.  

Dark lashes caressed her cheek, espresso color hair peeked from beneath a pink cap. Her pink skin glowed and she had a perfect rosebud pout.  She wiggles a little and blinked, displaying Leia’s green eyes copied into her own.  

“She’s perfect,” Leia whispered. “Hi baby, we waited for so long for you.“ She kissed her head, “Andy, she’s here.”  

“She is.” I wiped at my own eyes. “You did a great job, Leia. She’s beautiful.”  

We stared at her for a few minutes before Leia said, “Avery.”  

“What?” 

“Avery Nora Barber. That’s her name.”  

“No Andrews?” 

“No, she’s yours, Andy, She’s a Barber.” She held her out to me so I could hold my daughter for the first time.  She was light in my arms but all I felt was joy.  

And I fell in love. 

“Hi Avery, I’m... I’m your daddy.” A tear fell onto her blanket as I realized I would do anything for this tiny human in my arms. That she and her mother were the center of my world without even trying. “Thank you, Leia.” 

We spent an hour together before Leia told me to take Avery to meet her uncles. I took her in my arms and went out to the waiting room.  When the doors swung open, Luke and Jeremy stood up. "Guys, meet my daughter,” I said with teary pride.  

Luke took the bundle and cooed at his niece. Jeremy peeked over his shoulder. “She’s beautiful Andy. Congratulations.”  

“Thanks Jer. Fuck, thanks for being here with her.” I shook his hand before I pulled him into a hug. “I was calm because I knew she was in good hands.”  I wipe the tears from my eyes.  “Wanna hold her, Uncle Jeremy?” 

He took the little miracle in his arms. “She’s got her mama’s hair and looks like Leia.” He smiles and kiss her forehead.  

“Welcome to the world, Avery Nora Barber.” 

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Just because Kenshi and Johnny are best buds doesn't mean he gets a green APPROVED pass of a big brother from JC just that easy! Oh no no no, don't be so naive

Johnny is overprotective. Let's get that straight

That is the reason why Reader and Kenshi kept their relationship a secret for so long -- even thought Johnny could smell from miles away that something was up

When they DO get to tell Johnny that they have been dating it's almost the end of the year since they started to date. JC freaks out okay? He's an overreactive diva of course he does! And it's his baby sibling we're talking about!

Kenshi doesn't really do PDA so it was fine with him to be "hidden under the Johnny Cage radar" for a while. As they say, under the candle is the most shadow! :D

That being said... I think we all know how/where Reader met that swordsman. It was when Kenshi broke into Johnny's house, Reader woke up just in time to see their brother beat up the intruder, then they help tie up Kenshi while panicking. Like— they should have called the police right? Why the hell JC isn't doing just that?!

Anyway, it was quite a hot piece of meat Reader had tied to a chair...

Reader and Kenshi got to know each other properly when he, Johnny, and their other two friends return from Outworld

Although Kenshi felt like he knew them better now, even when they haven't directly interacred until now. You see, Johnny was mentioning his sweet little sibling every. damn. day. Kenshi didn't ask but the actor didn't care, he gushed about Reader and showed pictures he took —— Kenshi took a liking to hearing about what the Carlton siblings were up to in their teen years ((they were quite a migraine to any adult lol)) after he lost his sight

Reader isn't into movies, weirdly enough, they prefers series. At least Kenshi has longer essays, plus theories and whatnot to hear about. He likes to take his very occupied mind off everything by listening to the stories of series Reader lives for, just like when he appreciated Johnny's stories about his films during his 'darkest' time. (pun very intended)

Now and then Reader may drop an anime/manga that they're into

Kenshi is pretty busy being one of the OIA agents but when he's back from missions he spends as much time with Reader as possible — when not knocked out cold that is but even then they both gladly stay snoozing in bed all day, snuggled together if not doing olympics in bed.

Reader sometimes persuades their swordsman to be at Johnny's movie sets to show support. #no1 little sibling right here! (and when Kenshi can, he goes. Gotta support his pal)

By the way, ever since Kenshi returned from Outworld he had became more paranoid, poor guy can barely sleep without holding onto his sword... 😔 So! Just for that, Reader is going around making some sort of noises so Kenshi wouldn't feel like he's going to get sneak attacked. Rattling keys, tapping a can with fingernails, whistling, humming, or singing. Reader is doing either one of those when they know Kenshi is relaxing without his sword. (but that is only during the day)

Trying not to be sneaky at night with sleeping Kenshi is a little bit more difficult but nothing that can't be managed. But yes, poor guy sometimes get the spooks when Reader has a toilet emergency lol

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The Curveball Part 4 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob ends up on thin ice with Molly after Bradley ends up on thin ice with her sister. But all he can think about is the perfect night he spent with her and how he'd be crushed if he didn't get a chance to do it all again. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, 18+

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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Bob was trying his best to be in the moment at the Hard Deck, since he was the one who invited Molly's sister out for a drink. He wanted to say thank you for all the hard work she put in while Bradley was away. But he was so distracted. 

Molly had spent the entire day sending him selfies while she was at work, and some of them were definitely rated mature. Bob had almost broken his phone earlier trying to minimize a photo of Molly's pierced nipples when Coyote walked over to him. She had snapped the photo of herself in the bathroom at the hospital when she was on break along with the caption I miss you, Bobby <3

The little heart at the end reminded him that he had already said he loved her. He assumed she hadn't heard him, but it made him blush just the same. And now he was at the bar with her sister and Bradley, which should have been fun, but he just wanted to get home and see Molly. 

Bob watched Nat and Jake both relentlessly flirt with Team Mom, but there was no way she had eyes for anyone except Bradley. And then he wondered what it would be like if he brought Molly here. He wanted to, because he already wanted to be with her all the time. But...Bob looked around at all the guys, and that feeling of self doubt was back. Jake was handsome and charming, and probably the kind of guy Molly was used to being with. 

When Nat offered to buy a drink for Team Mom, Bob cut her off, glad for the distraction. "No, it's on me! It's the least I can do since you gave up so much of your time this week to fill in for Bradley. What do you like?" And while he was up at the bar, waiting patiently for Penny to fill his order, Molly's sister ran out of the bar, followed closely by Bradley. 

"What happened?" Bob asked, holding two beers while Jake rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He mumbled a response and walked away, but when Bradley finally came back inside, he looked like he was ready to kill Jake. 

And then the barrage of text messages from Molly came through. Bob's eyes went wide as he read them.

Are you aware that your buddy Bradley is actually a fucking dickhead? I can't BELIEVE what he did to my sister! 

Seriously, Bob. Why didn't you warn my sister about him?! What the fuck! He called Everett baggage!

Please tell me you're not like him!

You know what? Maybe I don't want to find out. 

Bob called her immediately, but she didn't answer. When he got her voicemail, he said, "Mo, please call me back so we can talk, okay? I don't think Bradley meant any of what he said. He's not a bad guy. And I... don't think I could ever do anything to hurt you." He contemplated telling her he loved her again, but he ended the call before he could. 

He was already home for the night when he got one last text from her.

I'm not coming over. 

Bob collapsed in his bed, raking his fingers through his hair, wondering if this, of all things, was what would cost him his chance with her.

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Molly was having a wonderful evening with Everett. They painted huge masterpieces on poster boards and left all the messy brushes in the kitchen sink. Molly secretly loved leaving an innocuous mess for her sister to clean up in her otherwise spotless house. It kept her on her toes. 

"Movie time? With ice cream?" she asked Everett, checking the time. Of course she'd let him stay up late. That's just what aunts did. 

"There's ice cream?!" he shouted, sprinting back into the kitchen.

"Of course there's ice cream," she replied, kneeling in front of the freezer. "I know all of your mom's secrets. She thinks she's so sneaky, but you can't get anything past me." After removing all the healthy, pre portioned frozen dinners, Molly hit the jackpot. There was a gallon of fudge ripple and a gallon of vanilla raspberry. "See?" she asked Everett, holding them both up.

"Fudge ripple! Fudge ripple! Fudge ripple!" he chanted, and soon they were watching a PG-13 movie with two spoons stuck in the ice cream carton. 

"Want some more?" she asked, passing the carton to him.

He took a bite and said, "I don't think my mom wanted me to watch this movie."

Molly sighed and shook her head. "I'll cover your eyes for the scary parts, okay?"

"Okay!" he agreed.

Molly took a few more bites before she asked him, "You like Coach Bob, right?"

"Oh yeah, like a whole lot," he replied. "Almost as much as I like Coach Bradley."

"That's a lot," Molly muttered. "I like him, too." She was smiling as Everett looked at her. 

"You should probably marry him," he said seriously. "I heard my mom say that Coach Bob is smart and nice and that she never thought you could do so well."

Molly scoffed and rolled her eyes. "That sounds exactly like something your mom would say, and that's exactly why we are eating her overpriced ice cream without her. Now close your eyes for the scary part."

About twenty minutes later, Everett was sound asleep on her lap while she finished the ice cream. Then she carried him up to bed, starting to get a little nervous that her sister would be back soon. She tucked him in, turned on his nightlight, and then hightailed it back to the kitchen to hide the evidence of the empty ice cream carton. 

But when she got home, Molly could tell something was wrong and went right into protective jungle cat mode. "What happened?" she asked softly as soon as she saw her sister's tear streaked cheeks and quivering lips.

After a few minutes of being held in Molly's arms, she was able to whisper, "Bradley told all of his friends that he'd never date me, because I have baggage."

"That fucking prick. Does Bob know about this?"

"Probably," she said softly against Molly's shoulder. "He must."

"I'll call him right now," Molly said vehemently. 

"No, please don't. You had an immaculate first solo date with him last night which ended in a hot makeout session. I don't want the three ring circus that is my life to start messing up yours."

It had been more than a makeout session, but Molly wasn't going to correct her. She was so into Bob after being intimate with him, that she was devastated now. Because Molly knew she would ditch him in an instant, even if it would hurt, in order to support her family. 

Molly kissed her sister's cheek and promised, "Your life is not a three ring circus. And Everett is not baggage. And Bradley isn't worth your time if that's what he thinks. Now let me help you get changed for bed."

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Bob barely slept, and he was wide awake before his alarm went off on Saturday morning for the tee ball game. He hadn't heard another word from Molly. Even if she wanted to yell over the phone, he would have loved to hear her voice. 

When he arrived at the ballfield, Bradley was already there. "You look like shit," Bob told him, and he could hear the disappointment in his own voice. 

Bradley closed his eyes briefly. "I feel worse. Promise."

"Did you talk to her?" Bob asked. Bradley didn't hang around at the bar last night after things blew up, so Bob really wasn't sure exactly how bad it was.

"She doesn't want to talk to me. I'm such an idiot."

Bob just kind of shrugged as he set things up for their game against the Tiny Blue Jays. "Molly is angry, too," Bob informed him. "She's barely texted me back since yesterday."

Now Bradley looked sincerely upset on Bob's behalf. "I'm so sorry."

"I'll figure it out," Bob mumbled. "And you need to apologize to Team Mom until she forgives you. Did you tell her that you said all of that stuff a long time ago? You barely even knew her then."

"Yeah, but I still said it," Bradley replied, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips. "And between the slap to my face and the valid points she was yelling at me, I didn't get a chance to try to explain myself. But she's not going to want to hear it anyway."

Then Bob felt his heart lurch as he looked up toward the parking lot and saw Molly and Everett headed his way. "I'll be right back," he mumbled and headed for her immediately. 

Everett ran past him, calling out, "Hi, Coach Bob!" before continuing on to Bradley. But Bob had his sights set on Molly and her beautiful face filled with indignant anger.

"Molly," he gasped, wanting to reach for her as she came stomping to a halt in front of him. She was glorious. God, he was in love with her.

"Tell me you knew," she demanded. "Tell me you knew Bradley was trying to play my sister." She was practically vibrating with concealed rage now. "Tell me you fucking knew he doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as them."

Bob swallowed hard, and her eyes flashed. "Molly, he loves them. I don't think he would do or say anything to intentionally hurt either of them." 

"He has a sick way of showing it," she spat. "He called Everett baggage."

Bob held his forehead in his hands. "I think Bradley just needs to talk to her. He's so crazy about them, he's really beating himself up."

Bob watched Molly glance past him to glare at Bradley while he helped Everett get ready for the game. "He can rot," she said, but her voice was softer now. "And so can you if you agree with what he said." 

"I don't," he promised. "Please, Molly. I...I missed you yesterday as soon as I dropped you off at your car. I missed you all night. I missed texting with you until one of us fell asleep."

She looked up at him, eyes searching his face. She muttered, "I missed you, too," and then she was heading toward the bleachers. 

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Molly was finding it hard to keep giving Bob the cold shoulder after another day. She was spending a lot of her time with her sister and nephew, sleeping over there and taking Everett out to keep him entertained.

She didn't feel any better after she blew up at Bradley. In fact Molly felt worse, because she sensed that Bradley really was sincere in the way he just wanted to apologize. And he clearly doted on Everett. Maybe he really did just want a chance to apologize, but Molly knew her sister wasn't ready to listen yet.

Her phone went off, and she reached for it while she was making coffee at her place late on Sunday morning. 

Coach Cute Glasses: I miss you, Molly. 

She groaned; the gas station flowers were in the vase right next to her, and she was trying not to look at them. Casey never did anything like give Molly flowers. He'd given her some hickeys and exactly two orgasms. But he also hadn't been friends with anyone who hurt her sister. 

She moaned helplessly. Her body was betraying her. She wanted to spend another night curled up with Bob, all warm and protected. She wanted to feel his even breathing and listen to his soft voice as she fell asleep. "Damn it," she whined, typing out a message to him.

Miss you, too. Any chance I'm still invited to your place? 

Molly was weak for Bob. She knew that already. Just one night with him, and she was constantly daydreaming about him at work. His rough hands. And how sweet he was. And how he wanted to be exclusive with her already. And his big cock. 

Coach Cute Glasses: You are always invited. Please, Molly, anytime. Do you want to spend the night with me? 

Molly snorted as she read the text, but another one was already coming through.  

Coach Cute Glasses: I didn't mean that the way it probably sounded! I'd just love to see you. I would be so happy if you wanted to come by, and even happier if you wanted to stay with me all night. I liked how it felt to wake up in bed with you. 

Molly tucked her phone into the pocket of her scrubs. He could wait it out for a bit. That sort of thing was good for a man. Especially one who was that eager to see you. But by the time she parked at the hospital, she texted him back. 

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Bob was in such a panic. Molly was coming over. And he wasn't sure if she was upset with him or just Bradley. He wasn't sure if she was planning on staying over. 

"I'm sorry," Bradley told him for the hundredth time when he called him. "I'm sorry if I blew it for you."

"I'm going to talk to Molly in a few hours," Bob said, rushing through the parking lot to his truck. He was running around, grocery shopping, trying to distract himself. 

"Can you tell her I miss her sister and Ev?" Bradley asked.

"I'll try," Bob promised as he got into his truck and ended the call.

Molly worked until 8 o'clock. He had a few hours to kill before he'd see her, so he wasn't quite sure why he was rushing. Then he stopped for more gas station flowers and cleaned his already spotless condo. He tried to eat dinner, but he couldn't stomach anything except toast. And when he finally heard her ringing the intercom button, he ran to answer it.

"It's Molly," she said softly, and he quickly let her into the building. He stood with his front door open, and a minute later, there she was. She had changed after work, and she looked stunning. No make-up at all and just some jeans and a crop top, but Bob felt suddenly short of breath. He wanted to run his hand along the flower tattoos on her side, and kiss her there too. 

"Molly," he whispered, fighting the urge to blurt out another I love you. He needed to keep it together right now. "Come in."

She walked past him and looked slowly around his living room and dining room while he closed and locked his door. He didn't have a lot of stuff, and suddenly he felt a little ridiculous that his place was so sparse. 

"Very clean," she muttered, her voice and clothing filling the space with so much color and warmth as she examined the gas station flowers. "I wouldn't know how to keep up with it," she said, turning and smiling softly at him. 

"I missed you," he blurted out, and her smile grew.

"Tell me more," she demanded, turning to fully face him. 

Bob swallowed and took a few seconds to gather his thoughts. He was afraid he was going to stutter or say something stupid, but Molly just smiled at him, her all-knowing eyes gentle on his face as she waited.

"I...can't get you out of my mind. I called the runway attendant Molly by accident earlier, because I was thinking about you. Phoenix, my pilot, will never let me live it down."

Molly's laughter had him taking a step closer. "Tell me more," she said, also taking a step toward him. 

"I can't stand the thought of you being upset with me," he said sincerely. He ducked his head and added, "Thursday evening was one of the best nights of my life. Because I spent it with you." He paused, finally daring to meet her eyes.

"Oh, keep going," she said with a nod. "You're doing great."

"I want you to believe I'd never be friends with Bradley if I didn't think he was a good person. And I think he just got a little mixed up. Your sister and nephew really threw him for a loop, you know? But he really loves them."

Molly hummed and shrugged. "I guess I could relay that message to my sister. But I also have a message from me to you."

Bob took a deep breath. "What is it?"

"I missed you, too. I can't stop thinking about you either. And Thursday night and Friday morning, you were so sweet to me, I just want more." Then she kissed his chin and took his hands in hers. "I want you to touch me."

Bob pulled her close as she placed his hands at her waist. He would never get used to being around her, not as easily as she seemed to already know how he operated. She looked up at him, gaze open and earnest. Soft fingers gliding up his arms, tucking into the short sleeves of his tee shirt and gently squeezing his biceps. She placed three soft kisses to the corner of his lips, and he was done. He had to fight the invading thoughts of her nipple piercings and the way her body feels and looks when she's whining for him in her bed beneath him.

"Molly," he begged, but he wasn't sure what he was begging for. 

"Bobby?" she asked softly, pushing one hand through his hair and keeping his gaze focused on her. "I think I need you to fuck me."

"Oh," he groaned, turning her and pushing her back against the wall. He caged her in, and she looked absolutely delighted. 

"If you want to." Her voice was soft and sweet, and her gaze was anything but.

"Honey," Bob managed between ragged breaths as she let her hands come to rest on his abs. She was messing with him. Messing him up completely. She knew exactly what she was doing, but meanwhile, Bob was new to this game. But he was a quick study. A fast learner. 

So when Molly licked her lips and pouted, saying, "You don't want me Bobby? I thought you wanted to be the only one," he was ready for her. 

He wedged one thigh up between her legs, and she gasped. Then his mouth was on hers, rough and demanding. She was grabbing for his shoulders, rubbing herself all over him. He could feel her teeth, digging into his bottom lip, not hard, but definitely not soft. When she released him, she licked his lips until her tongue was in his mouth. 

Bob was rock hard, and try as he may to keep control in this moment, he couldn't. Because Molly was stroking him through his pants and tasting his mouth. Her nose was rubbing along his as she whispered, "Do you want me, Bobby?"

He reached down, wrapping both of his hands around the backs of her thighs and hoisted her up into his arms. Then her lips were on his neck and her arms were wrapped around him as he took her to his bedroom. She was on her back on his bed, kicking her shoes off while her little top rode up so Bob could see the soft undersides of her breasts. There was too much to admire here, and he froze up. 

When Molly's hands found the zipper of her jeans, she whispered. "I want you to say it, Bobby. I want you to tell me everything you plan to do to me." And then her hand was slipping inside her underwear, and she was stroking herself as he watched. 

"Mo," his voice was hoarse. He pushed her knees apart and settled between her legs, bending to kiss her wrist before pulling her hand free of her jeans. "I want to put my mouth on you."

The smile that curled along her lips as she started to shimmy out of her jeans and underwear should have made him a little nervous, but he was beyond help. Her bare pussy was right there, and she smelled so good. As soon as her jeans hit his floor, Bob's face was buried in her. 

"Alright, Lieutenant Floyd," she moaned softly. "Okay." And to Bob's delight and dismay, Molly's hands were on her own breasts, pushing her shirt up and playing with her piercings. She tasted so good as he ran his tongue through her wetness and sucked on her clit. But soon he was rutting into the bed, the sight of her fingers on those little barbells spurring him on. 

When Bob slipped his tongue inside her, Molly's back arched off the bed as she started whining for him. "Bobby, I want your big cock." He grunted in response, willing to give her anything in this moment, and shocked by how much he liked her dirty talk. 

He worked the zipper over his painfully hard erection and scrambled to get himself free. And then he was rocking into her at the same time he got his mouth on her nipples. 

"Yes," she hissed softly, head tipped back with a soft giggle on her lips. He was fucking her, and it felt just as perfect as it had a few days previously. Like her whole body was made for him. Like every response from her perfect lips was just what he needed to hear. "So fucking big."

He pushed those little, silver barbells around with his teeth and tongue, tugging a little bit until Molly was gasping his name. When he sucked harder on her nipples, she was screaming for him. And when she came on his cock, holding his face against her breasts and shaking beneath him, Bob could hardly believe he'd been able to make her orgasm again. 

"Molly," he gasped. "I love the way you shake."

"Oh my god," she moaned as he fucked her through her little tremors. But then she was sitting up, kissing his face, and Bob slipped out of her perfect warmth as she moved to kneel on his floor.

"What are you doing?" he whispered as she guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. She pulled her shirt over her head, and ran her hands up over his thighs. Bob's pants were pulled down to his knees, and Molly pushed them to his ankles before wrapping her pretty lips around his cock. She settled in between his legs, and Bob could only stare at her and try to memorize the obscene sounds they made together. 

Molly was good at this. She was good at everything. Bob tried to keep up, but her mouth felt too perfect. And then she popped up onto her knees and started running the tip of his cock along those pretty piercings. "Molly!"

"You like that?" she asked coyly, but Bob was hypnotized by the look and feel of the barbells on his erection. With a soft groan, Molly squeezed her perfect breasts together, sandwiching Bob between them. He thrust himself up closer to her mouth, and sure enough, she parted her pretty lips and licked him. Bob continued to do this until he was grunting and Molly's saliva was dripping down her chest, making the sensations even more spectacular for him. 

Slick saliva, wet breasts and Molly's mouth. "Oh!" he grunted, stroking her cheek with his knuckles as she sucked on him. But when she took his tightening balls in her soft hand and gave him a little squeeze, Bob came hard, without any warning. He watched in alarm as his cum spurted all over her lips and cheeks while she giggled. Molly jerked him off until he was gasping for air and wishing he had enough in him to coat her whole body, because it looked that pretty.

She licked her lips and opened her eyes, and Bob watched as his cum dripped down from her eyelashes, along her cheek and landed on her nipple piercing. Molly took his hand in hers and ran his fingers through the mess before guiding his hand up to her lips. She tasted him there and ran her tongue between his long fingers and across his palm. 

"You made the mess," she whispered before sucking on his thumb for a beat. "Now you have to help me clean up."

"Gladly," he promised, nearly rocketing off the bed as she set his hand on her breast. Bob used his wet thumb to collect his cum from her piercing and then he let her take his hand between her lips again. But then he was on the floor with her, pushing her gently onto her back as she laughed. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, but the words died on her lips when Bob licked his own cum off of her chest before kissing her and letting her taste it. He held both of her wrists in his hands above her head, and he was treated to the sights and sounds of Molly. She was rubbing her pussy along his soft length as she licked his cum from his mouth, and Bob just enjoyed making out with her on the floor. Everything tasted like him and smelled like Molly, and he listened to her soft laughter. 

His hands and shirt were a mess of cum, and Molly's pretty face absolutely lit up for him when he whispered, "I like the way I taste on your skin."

"Bobby. You fucking deviant," she moaned, taking his face between her slightly sticky palms and leaning up to kiss his lips. She wrapped one leg around his waist to keep his body against hers, and Bob let his cheek come to rest on her chest. He'd never been called anything close to that before, but he could tell he'd lose himself in the moment with Molly over and over again like this if she'd keep letting him. 

And then he blurted out, "You're not mad at me then?" while she combed her fingers through his hair. 

She hummed in contemplation. "No, I'm not mad at you, Coach Bob. I'm pissed off at Bradley, and I'm trying to protect my family. But I'm not mad at you."

Bob sighed in relief and ran his fingers along her pretty tattoo. He had found it actually painful the way she'd been avoiding talking to him, but he could see where she was coming from. 

"That makes me happy. And I can understand you wanting to protect them. They are where your loyalty lies."

"Don't fuck with my family," she whispered softly as she turned her head, and Bob glanced up at her as she swiped at her eyes. "I hardly have any left."

Bob could sense that she wanted him to change the subject, so he kissed her soft skin and said, "I like your tattoos."

She laughed sardonically and said, "Thanks."

"Did you get the carnation tattoos because it's your favorite flower?" he asked, running his index finger along the colorful ink.

"No," she told him. She was quiet for a moment, and Bob started sweating before she asked, "Did you know that there are different flowers that coordinate with your birth month?" 

Bob had heard of this before. "Sure," he told her, wondering where she was going with this. 

Her voice sounded a little rough, but her fingers were still soft in his hair as she said, "My parents were both born in January. Carnations were their birth flowers. That's why I have the tattoo. And kind of why I love the gas station flowers."

"Oh," Bob said, about to add that she didn't need to talk about it if she didn't want to. But then she rolled a little closer to him as he sat up, and she pointed to the other three flowers mixed in.

"The morning glory is for my sister's birthday. The chrysanthemum is mine. And the pretty red rose is for Everett's birthday in June. I got that one the day after he was born. It's actually my favorite one."

"It's beautiful," Bob told her, running his thumb along the chrysanthemum and meeting her eyes. 

"Listen," she told him, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm protective of my sister. She took care of me when our parents both died. I moved in with her while she finished college. She shared her bed with me and made sure I ate. She sold my parent's house and gave me most of the money to pay for nursing school and a new, reliable car. And the fact that I can occasionally help her out a little bit now is really important to me. So if you think I need to castrate Bradley, you should probably just tell me now, okay?"

Bob laughed in spite of himself. "Maybe a kick to the nuts, but castration is probably not necessary, Honey. He's beating himself up enough, I can tell you that much. And I honestly think Bradley would jump in front of a moving car for Everett." 

"See, now that's what I like to hear," she told him, sitting up and draping her arms around him. Her skin was a little sticky from his cum, and Bob let her push him back until he was laying on the floor underneath her this time. She settled her chin in his chest and looked up at him. "Now tell me when your birthday is, Lieutenant Cute Glasses. I want to know how your flower would look in my tattoo bouquet."

Bob could feel his cheeks warming up. She wanted to know what a tattoo in his honor would look like on her perfect skin. And now she was just lounging right there on him, naked as the day she was born and just completely flawless. And she was waiting, just like she always did. Waiting until he was ready to say what he was thinking, but never rushing him.

He laughed softly and shook his head. "I have the most embarrassing birthday," he told her, and she cocked her head to the side. 

"Oh," she sighed. "April twentieth?" 

"No," he told her. "Worse. Leap day. February 29th."

"Oh! No, that's such a good one, Bob!" she insisted. "And your flower would be a violet. So pretty!"

But he just kept shaking his head. "Mo, you don't understand, Honey."

"Then explain it to me," she whispered, kissing his chest and stroking his skin. 

"My name is Bob. B O B. Bob. I got the nickname Baby On Board during flight training a decade ago, because I was technically five years old...."

She blinked at him a few times before she burst into laughter. Bob waited while Molly rolled around on the floor, gripping her sides and gasping for air. "And technically how old are you now?" she managed to ask through her laughter.

Bob waited until she calmed down a bit more. "Eight."

"Eight!" she screeched. "Don't say that to me! We've had sex!" Her laughter had Bob chuckling too now. "How old would you be if you had a birthday every year?" she asked, eyes wide as she giggled.

"Thirty two."

"Thirty two! Perfect," she sighed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "I'm not going to get arrested then."

Bob rolled his eyes and whispered, "I think a new flower would look pretty good in your bouquet."

And now Bob was thinking about a violet tattoo on her skin next to the other pretty flowers as Molly curled up on his bedroom floor with her arm wrapped around him. 

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Bob without Molly....it just doesn't make sense. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

PART 5

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4TH TRIAL | FOREST | SCOREBOARD 01 Tayuin // Taiyo - 2  02 Åse // Eve - 2 03 Aster // Eira - 0 04 Sarayn // Therion - 2 05 Indryr // Talila - 1

next / previous / beginning

ASTER: Sorry, Smile. If it’s between you and the point, I’d rather miss it. Take the banner and leave us be. SARAYN: A wise decision. I know those are hard for you to come by. ASTER: Hey now, I’m being cooperative. No need for unsolicited reminders. THERION: Well… good luck to you. ASTER: Mm. Maybe after you’ve had your spot of fun, do a little bit of self-reflecting, eh? Or don’t, I don’t care. THERION: We wouldn’t have killed her. ASTER: Yeah, piss off. EIRA: Bastards. ASTER: World’s full of them. Come on, sit here and rest. Let me have a look at those injuries. EIRA: snorts You? ASTER: Yeah, yeah, I know I’m no Eve, but I’ve had to do my fair share of bandaging up on the road. ASTER: Well, it’s not deep. At least, you should hold up okay till we can get you back to a real healer. But let’s not be in a rush, you look right exhausted. EIRA: I’m fine. ASTER: Of course you are. Bout as fine as I am, which is about as fine as two very not fine things. EIRA: laughs At least you finally admitted it. ASTER: I suppose I have to respect a woman willing to die just to make a statement. Besides, you did your best. I owe you that much. EIRA: Who knew the jackass could use magic? ASTER: He is an elf, after all. EIRA: So are you. ASTER: So people keep saying. Extraordinary. It’s as if having a bit of point to your ears makes you special. I can assure you, that is not the case. In fact, it’s made me rather unspecial over the course of my life. EIRA: Yeah? ASTER: Oh yes. But surely you know all about being outcast. EIRA: You can only be cast out if you belonged in the first place. ASTER: Huh. How profound. I could write a song about that. Or at least, I might have. EIRA: What? The trials so obnoxious they’ve forced you into early retirement? ASTER: Not exactly. But not not exactly. EIRA: Do you ever give straight answers? ASTER: Personally, I prefer zigzags. But… it’s complicated. Or not so complicated. Just stings a bit. I don’t have a problem admitting I’ve fucked up— hell, my entire life is somebody’s fuck up. It's just the reality that maybe it was a bridge too far. Rather a hard truth to swallow. EIRA: So, what was it? ASTER: Eh, you know, robbed an ancient cave. Pilfered a cursed golden skull, the usual. EIRA: Yeah, sounds like something you’d do. ASTER: You’re not wrong. Suppose I thought it might have just been a wee curse. I could handle a bit of poor luck. I’ve broken a lot of mirrors, you see. What was the worst that could happen? Turns out, that black magic can take just about everything from you. At least anything worth a damn. And I’ve only got two things. EIRA: Your voice. ASTER: And my music. Spent a lot of time trying to remember a thing I haven’t forgotten. The notes are right in front of me and I can’t play them. How does that work? Well, I’ll tell you: it doesn’t. Now what do I do? Am I supposed to just find some new purpose in life? That’s a lot of work. And maybe not worth the time. People like you when you’ve got something to offer them, even if for a minute or two. If I’ve got nothing, I’ve really got nothing, you know? EIRA: You weren’t kidding. You’re really not yourself. ASTER: Mm. Last time I told this many truths I was sloppy drunk in a dwarven whorehouse. But maybe I’m just exhausted. I don’t like thinking too much, and I’ve been doing an awful lot of it these past few days. EIRA: I don’t care for it much either. ASTER: Hm? EIRA: Thinking too hard. But I’m not like you. I don’t have distractions. I can’t get out of my head. ASTER: Well, that does sound terrible. EIRA: Then again, maybe you try too hard to get out of yours. ASTER: You’re not wrong there, either. EIRA: If you came by the tavern, no one would turn you away. Music or not. ASTER: I don’t know about “no one”. EIRA: You don’t need everyone. You just need a few good someones. But you’re set in your ways and can’t see what’s right in front of you. I was there, too. You ought to spend time with the Valkyrie. ASTER: Oh? EIRA: She’s good at breaking doors. And arms. ASTER: laughs You know, Witcher. You’re not so bad. EIRA: Yeah. You neither.

[dino-boyo-agere]

I don't think I ever posted this silly little AgeRe Steddie head canon of mine, even though I made an edit about it hehe

Eddie has a massive sweet tooth, like.. massive, even more so when he's regressed.

Eddie can also get very cranky, when he's hungry or tired.. or - god forbid - both.

One day, little Eddie decides that he will have ice cream for breakfast, from now on..

Steve's reply: "No, Tough Guy, I don't think you will."

Eddie is not happy about that. Little him is not the best at dealing with rejection. So, he throws a full blown hissy fit. Sticking out his tongue at Steve, yelling: "ur mean!", throwing plushies at him and storming off to his room. (Steve has a little room for him in his house, by the way) There, he angrily grabs the walkie talkie, to continue his arguing with Steve.

The latter just let's him.. He knows full well that Eddie is simply still tired, because he just woke up and that he doesn't really feel as betrayed as he makes it seem. Yes, Eddie is really upset at the moment, but that will definitely subside. As soon as he had something to eat (real food obviously), all will be better, as always. Besides, it's absolutely adorable to see him like this.

Eddie's nose all scrunched up in anger, his hair still all messy from sleeping and his pacie making it just a little more difficult to actually yell a fully coherent sentence..

Steve has to hold back a few chuckles with all his might. He doesn't want to seem like he is mocking his - already distressed - "Little Sir Cries-A-Lot". He doesn't want to undermine his emotions, be they proportionate to the situation or not. Steve wants Eddie to feel safe, valid, loved.

However, he also can't spoil him too much either, so he has to keep a serious demeanor. Trying to calmly explain to Eddie why exactly ice cream is not a substantial breakfast.. It hardly even qualifies as food.

At first, Eddie is not very receptive to the logic of things, but after about twenty minutes of arguing, stomping around and crying, he realizes that Steve won't budge on this one... Plus, Eddie is getting really hungry. So, he gives up the argument.. For now, at least.

Steve hugs his little daredevil tightly, after he - finally - ate his whole wheat cereal and calmed down a bit.

Eddie starts crying, profusely apologizing for acting the way he did. He didn't want to be like that, he never does, but sometimes he just can't help it. Sometimes, his emotions are just too big for him to deal with properly.

Steve reassures him, saying: "It's fine! Sometimes, feelings are hard to express, I get that. I love you, everything about you.. Even your tantrums. You're okay! We're okay!"

They just cuddle after that, for HOURS!!!

Text on pictures says:

Eddie, yells into the walkie talkie: "Why no gib meh ice cream?!"

Steve, thinks to himself: Don't laugh, stay assertive.. darn it, why is he so cute?

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Sidenote:

What grumpy baby Eds calls Steve: Meanie, Dummy, Stupid Head..

What Steve calls grumpy bby Eds: Tough Guy, Pal, Bud, Sassy One..

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Voiceplay Visuals: Hoist The Colours

Oh boy, we're heading into the big ones now!

Hoist The Colours was uploaded on September 18, 2021, and features Jose Rosario Jr in his second collaboration with Voiceplay. This one stunned a lot of reactors (one of them, Dennis King of King Family Reacts, literally got up and left the room after the video was finished because he had been rendered speechless by it!), and the video currently sits at 4.6 million views (close to 4.7!) (EDIT/UPDATE: as of the night of the 8th of March, it's now at 4.7, close to 4.8!). So without further ado, let's get right into this one, and hope I don't have to start paying attention to my screenshot count!

Can you believe this was only Cesar's second (full-length) video as a full-time Voiceplay member? Because wow

(Also interestingly enough, Rick Underwood is credited with makeup in the video description (shoutout to Rick!) but no one is credited with costuming, so did everyone just acquire their outfits themselves or what?)

Geoff was in charge of the video creation for this one, as well as doing the arrangement, and he worked together with Eli for the lighting design, so big shoutout to Geoff! (And as always to Eli the lighting whiz)

OKAY a few things to talk about here

First of all, love the set design, it's like the Little Mermaid Medley but on steroids and more pirate themed! Also love the horn-playing skeleton on the left-hand side of the screen (took me a while to notice it ngl 😅)

And of course the outfits/costuming! I can't really think of a lot of things to say individually right now, but there was 100% a lot of thought and effort that went into the clothes (even if the description won't specify who acquired the clothes. I'm going to assume Geoff, since the overall video credit goes to him.)

Oh hey it's my blog banner/background, or close enough to it at least! (Hoist The Colours has a decent few very cool visual moments that are totally screencap-worthy, and of course that's what I'm here for - to point them out!)

Geoff may play the villain (or otherwise just-generally-creepy/spooky/scary guy) a lot in videos, but as of the last few years at least, Eli's often been looking like the one that you really don't wanna pick a fight with. (Also cool ring, and is that fake scar tissue on his head?)

This is a better shot of everyone's outfits actually. A few notes on everyone (except Eli, who I just talked about?)

Cesar: Very ghostly, especially with the cloudy contact lens in one eye. Love the white coat/jacket, and love the pop of colour with the red sash! Also what is he holding/shaking? I thought it was a set of old-fashioned keys, but it doesn't look like it.

Jose: The "captain" of this "motley crew", obviously. Cool coat, and love the sword.

Layne: Not too much going on with his outfit, relatively speaking, but I love the bit of eyeliner under his eyes, and the fake scar on his cheek! (Seriously Rick did a great job here, as he always does)

Geoff: Wearing at least two necklaces, and in true Geoff Castellucci fashion, he's got the top two buttons of his shirt undone (well, gotta show off those necklaces! 😉😁). ALSO, bonus thing that I literally only just realized after taking this screencap, is that Geoff has "VP" on his right arm, done in a way that makes it look like like scar tissue I believe.

That is seriously a very cool and very smooth transition. Who edited this? Was that Geoff too? (Also Crazy Eyes Layne!)

As I figured, one of the necklaces Geoff is wearing, the gold one, is for costume purposes, and the other one, the silver one with the diamond-shaped pendant, is the necklace from Kathy that Geoff basically never takes off (bless him <3 )

I think Cesar's holding old-fashioned shackles/handcuffs or something?

Hang on that skeleton on the left lost his little horn/trumpet and got stabbed?? 😅😂

Yeah Layne had fun in this one I can tell 😁 (also his vest is more detailed than first appears! Very nice!)

What a really freaking awesome shot/moment. In terms of "money shots", these two might in fact be two of the most awesome stills from any Voiceplay video ever (or so far, anyway).

He's got charisma, I'll give him that (also cool necklace!)

How are they just an independent acapella group that make YouTube videos that we can all watch for free? Like seriously, this is top tier stuff (both in terms of the video and the song cover itself), but this wasn't even Voiceplay at their peak! Voiceplay doesn't have a peak! They don't stick to a lane, they take "risks", they get creative, they will sing pretty much anything, and it works

Voiceplay says in the description "we may have gotten a little carried away with this one", but honestly would it really be Voiceplay if they didn't?

Anyway, I've got many more awesome videos ahead of me to write about, so stay tuned!

[akehoshimystar]

Soyogu SSR

#E04D21

Part 1

Ito: (He should be here soon...)

Less than 10 minutes after I arrived at my post. In front of Shinkai-san's room, there was me fidgeting around. Tonight, I have a mission that has been assigned only to me. Yes, an important mission that I must not fail.

Ito: (Here he comes...!)

(I need to contact everyone via LIME, quick.)

("He’s h-")

Soyogu: …….Hmm? Yashiro. What are you doing here?

Ito: Oh, w-welcome back!

Soyogu: Pardon?

Ito: (Gosh, that was a weird reply thanks to my panic.)

Oh, I just thought that you came back pretty quickly.....

("He’s here"...and sent.)

Soyogu: Yeah? Sei-san asked me to do a little job for him, and that's about it.

So, what brings you here?

Ito: Nothing in particular.

Soyogu: …………..

Ito: (So that’s the face he makes when he uncovers the culprit's lies...!)

Soyogu: I see what’s going on now. Let's head in.

Ito: Eh?

The moment Shinkai-san opened the door to his room, crackers started to make popping sounds.

Shinobu: Happy birthday to you ♪

Takeru: Happy birthday, dear Soyogu~♪

Takeru & Shinobu: Happy birthday to you ♪

In the darkness, a lit candle flame flickered right in front of us. Shinkai-san blew out the candle without any hesitation.

Ito: (Okay, time to turn on the light...!)

Shinobu: Gucchi~!

Takeru & Shinobu: Happy Birthday!

Shizuka: As for me, these guys just detained me here. We’re still intruding your personal space.

But, happy birthday.

Soyogu: I appreciate it. Thank you for going through trouble preparing for me.

Until this evening, I had a meeting with the Watchdog Dept. which took place in Shinkai-san’s room. With Sei-san’s help, he summoned Shinkai-san out of this room. We stayed in the here for a while and hurriedly made preparations.

Ito: (Alright, mission accomplished.)

Soyogu: I need to thank you too, Yashiro. Although you were acting very suspicious earlier.

Ito: Eh? Is that so...?

Soyogu: Well, maybe it's because we’re colleagues, the cat’s out of the bag almost right away.

Ito: (I expect nothing less from Shinkai-san.… He’s sharp as always.)

Soyogu: Somehow, while I was away, you still managed to put up all these amazing decorations...

Shinkai-san's room was decorated with a handmade banner that said "Happy Birthday" and star-shaped balloons.

Shinobu: Nyahaha. This is the product of the marriage between Yashiro-san, Mika-nee and me~♪

Soyogu: What are you, students? Anyway, thanks.

What's with that blank space? This one before "Happy Birthday"...

Shinkai-san flipped over the cloth that covered that part. And…. Now, the sentence "Gucchi, Happy Birthday.” is completed.

Shinobu: I knew Gucchi would notice that!

Takeru: But why did you even bother hiding it?

Shizuka: The nickname "Gucchi" probably isn’t popular enough, so you wanted to hide it. I can't think of any other reason.

Shinobu: It's the opposite actually. In order to make it popular, I left a highlight as a surprise!

Ito: I see...

Soyogu: Even if you put in extremely tearful efforts, it won't become popular.

More importantly, can we eat now?

Shinobu: He dodged it just like that….

While everyone was having a good time, we all enjoyed the hors d'oeuvres we each brought and the cake.

Part 2

When the whole cake was no longer presented….

Soyogu: I think that’s enough celebration, how about we just have a normal drinking party now?

I bet big sis and Shinobu didn't bring any alcohol so that the party wouldn't become a mess, right?

Shizuka: You really keep a close eye on them.

Ito: (I know right...)

Shinobu: Should we refrain from drinking today?

Takeru: Yeah. It’s more preferable to celebrate birthday without making a mess.

I was surprised by his remark, it’s almost as if he had been watching the conversation during our preparations.

Soyogu: No need to be so concerned, you're so considerate that it gives me a creep.

Shinobu: Awww, are you hiding your blush right now?

Soyogu: Not in the least. It’s just the truth.

Takeru: In that case, we won't hold back any more.

Soyogu: What about you two? It's probably going to be a normal drinking party now.

Ito: (I’ve already come this far...)

Can I extend my stay?

Takeru: Oh, the more the merrier ♡

Shizuka, you’re not gonna refuse now, right?

Shizuka: I'll go home if I think it’s getting late.

Shinobu: In other words, you’re in.

Soyogu: Then I'll go buy some alcohol. I was just thinking about going for a run to burn off some calories.

Takeru: What are you talking about? We can't let the main character go alone.

Shinobu: That's right~ If you’re going to run, we should all do it together!

Ah, Yashiro-san, you don't have to push yourself! You can stay home and watch the place for us.

Shizuka: I'll stay too.

Shinobu: Eh? I guess you have a point, it's weird to leave Yashiro-san alone here.

Ito: Oh, it’s okay, please let me join you. I won’t get to train if let an opportunity like this slip away.

Takeru: Oh my, love your attitude!

Shinobu: So…. Shizuka-san?

Shizuka: .……It's inefficient for everyone to go shopping together.

Soyogu: Doing it from time to time is fun, don’t you think so?

Shizuka: ……….Haaah, if today's main character says so.

Takeru: Alright!

Part 3

Soyogu: Oh, you noticed that? And here I thought the design is almost the same as the ones I have been using until recently.

Shinobu: Overall, they look kinda agile.

Soyogu: They’re newly released. I heard they were easy to run in, so I gave them a try.

Takeru: Hey, Ito. What do you think of my heels?

Shizuka: Be honest.

Ito: Well, I think they're gorgeous and perfectly match Mika-san.

Takeru: Fufu, thanks for being honest ♡

“Let's all run together”..... was the statement that had been made before we left the room, and yet here we are walking and chatting.

Ito: (What a nice atmosphere.)

I looked up at the night sky, and saw twinkling stars.

Ito: .….Oh, they’re so beautiful.

Shinobu: Ah, a starry sky?

Soyogu: Now that you mention it, there might be more stars today than usual.

Takeru: Maybe it’s because the sky is clear today.

Shinobu: …….Ah!

Aizawa-kun pointed to the sky as if he found something.

Shinobu: That star...! Look, if you connect that one with the stars around it...

It spells "Gucchi"!!

Soyogu: Huh?

Shizuka: …....I think I kinda see it.

Soyogu: Now even Shizuka-san joined in…..

Shizuka: Too late, it’s already imprinted in my mind.

Ito: Gucchi star...?

Takeru: Seems like a new constellation has been born.

Shinobu: Since Yashiro-san bestowed a name upon that star, its name will be Gucchi from now on~

Soyogu: It has nothing to do with the star at all, call it whatever you want.

This much walking should be enough for the warm-up. Let's run.

Shinobu: Okay. I’m all set! Come on, Shizuka-san!

Shizuka: Who run after a meal?

Takeru: That's true. Ito, would you like to join me for a walk?

Ito: I’d love to. But I'll make sure to run on the way back.

Soyogu: Okay, let's meet at the convenience store then.

Shinkai-san waved his hand and ran off briskly.

The night sky is clearer than usual, as if it looked at us as we happily and cheerfully walked along.

[bookaddict05]

Girl in the chair - Pt 5

Sitting here unable to do anything as I see the psychotic dick, cut Milo. I'm internally screaming unable to do anything to help save him from the agony. I know he's acting tough trying to not give anything away about his power or to show weakness to the sick fuck.

Everything is disorientated, hearing nothing but my own thoughts. That's when voice penetrated through my thoughts. A deep voice the ricocheted through my mind as if it was hollow hitting off the walls. Something said in Russian.

"STOP IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ANYTHI..." Stating the sentence before I got put into my internal prison.

"Oh my God Milo" I say beneath my breath.

"Y/N it's okay I'm going to get you out of here trust me okay?" he says quietly

"Right now little miss Y/N has woken up we can continue, yes?" Rumlow states in a sadistic tone as he walks back over to the table placing a red book down on the table and grabbing the knife next to it. He starts making his way over to me, and I pray to god that Milo doesn't do something stupid and just lets me take the pain, I know I may look weak but I can stand my own, this has nothing to do with my stubbornness, okay.

He places the knife to my cheek and Milo cracks.

"STOP ILL TELL YOU ANYTHING" I release a breath I didn't know i was holding in. 'no no no milo' I think to myself knowing if I said out loud it wouldn't change the outcome.

"About time" He responds, he nods to an agent behind me who comes over and takes me out of the chair.

"Wait, you're taking her home right? It's either I know she is safe or you're not getting anything from me" I hear Milo say as I am escorted to the doors and taken out of the room.

I arrive home and left alone as the agents disperse back to their base. I quickly pick up my phone from the couch where I left it last and quickly rang Kate.

"KATE, you need to get to milo ASAP, this man called Rumlow is psychotic, he needs you and the other superheroes you clearly work with now down there and save his ass"

"Oh my god Y/N, are you okay? and don't worry we are already there, I'm going to send a S.H.I.E.L.D agent to get you back to the compound, and don't worry its one that we can trust, his name is Coulson, I've got to go to save Milo's ass now, see you back there"

She hangs up. I look around the house and there is no sign of my parents being home. I walk into my dads office and the once smashed window is now fixed, memories flashing through my mind.

I hear a knock at the door and I look out the window being cautious. I walk over to the door and he shows me his badge off the bat, the S.H.I.E.L.D logo big and on show.

"Agent Coulson, I'm guessing your Miss Y/L/N here to take you to the compound for a routine check up as requested from Miss Bishop and Mr Stark"

"Yeah that's me", the man looked kind and sincere obviously regarding to my current state of cuts and bruises, but I didn't feel like it was necessary for the pity parade for me, Milo had endured much worse and I couldn't help keep thinking if they did anything worse to him since I left.

I follow Coulson out to the black BMW car, he opens the back door and I get in.

We travel about 30 mins and arrive at the compound to be greeted by Kate. I run over with a bit of a limp to her after Coulson let me out of the car and give her a big hug.

"Where's Milo? Is he okay?"

"Yes he's fine Y/N he's in medical now resting, he has many deep cuts and a concussion, but banner said he will be fine, Ill take you up now to get looked at to"

As we go in I try to not have a little fan girl moment, seeing all of the heroes I idolise is just mind blowing

~ time skip ~

Its been a few days now since the day that will haunt me forever. The cut on my leg has healed over but still on the mend but overall I'm physically feeling better. Milo is a lot better now, he's off bed rest and is starting to move around more. Honestly crazy someone in his condition should have been on bed rest for at least a week, but I guess that what happens when you get bitten by a spider and it gives you super regeneration. Lucky little shit he is.

I've gotten in contact with my parents telling them I am at Milos house for the week, which they were strangely okay about. Especially my father he was practically trying to force me out the house. But honestly I was relieved I could not be bothered to put up a fight about why I wasn't feeling safe anymore anywhere I went. A constant pit of anxiety every time I walk around a corner of the compound. I know I should think this is the safest place for me to be however I thought about that when I was watching TV in my own home, but I guess I'm going to have to keep my guard up more.

I'm sitting a spare bedroom that the avengers were kind enough to give me while staying here with them. There is a knock at the door and I walk over to open it but before I could Milo comes barging in with Kate.

"Avengers party tonight and we are going" Milo exclaims while flopping on to the bed.

"Really?, do we have to? Can't we just stay in and watch movies again? I don't really have enough social energy in me right now." I say trying to get out of a room of crowds where you don't even know the people around you.

"No, come on Y/N, we have been stuck in our rooms watching movies since we came back, I need to let loose some extra energy that's been building up inside" He responds

"pleaseeeeeeeee" they both say in unison giving me the puppy dog eyes. I swear to God these idiots will be the literal death of me.

"OKAY, fine, we will go, now please stop with those god awful faces, we are going to need outfits"

"Don't worry about it, the girls said that we could borrow their dresses and for milo, Tony has a suit for him so we are sorted" Kate said with a big grin across her face.

They get up and leave the room closing the door behind them.

I roll over on to my belly on the bed and sigh putting my face into the pillow.

~ time skip~

Nat and Wanda are in my room and showing me and Kate dresses they have that will fit for the occasion. And that's when I see the perfect dress. A floor length satin gown, with a leg slit on the front of the dress, fit for any Stark party.

Kate picked out a purple satin dress with glitter on the top of the sweetheart neckline. Milo stumbles out the bath room in a black suit with a black dress shirt underneath it.

We walk from my room down the the function room. The corridor starts to feel like its starting to enclose, my breath starts to feel shallow and I start to feel my hands tremble as we near the room. My head starts pounding with an overwhelming sensation taking over my body. Hands clammy as we enter the room. The heat and sweat escapes the room through the doors and hits us almost instantly. Causing me to feel even more nauseous than before. The heat takes over my body rushing through and going to my head causing an dizzy sensation roll over me. I start to back out the room letting the others go in while I stay behind.

The doors shut.

I'm alone.

So I thought.

I walk away from the room with my head down focusing on the floor trying to calm down the panic attack that I was clearly having.

I walk straight into someone muscular and tall. I look up and it was him. The Winter Solider.

That's when the memories came flooding back. Him being outside the cell. Him following me. Every memory with him in before they injected me with that weird serum, came flooding back.

Everything fell to the pit of my stomach. Heart rate high enough to be almost life threatening.

Then he started saying the words, the words that triggered everything that I hated since that day.

"Longing... Rusted... Furnace... Daybreak... Seventeen... Benign... Nine... Homecoming... One... Freight Car"

Repeating the same words over and over again in Russian.

I was no longer myself.