#some man said he woke up screaming everytime and woke up his wife??

[thesebright-lights]

Got my wisdom teeth out a month ago and the other day it turned into an infection with an abscess. I got some antibiotics from a doctor yesterday but my oral surgeon doesn’t even take calls on weekends, so I have to try to book an appointment tomorrow. Was looking at wisdom teeth subs on Reddit to hopefully find some advice and in usual Reddit fashion all I saw people claiming they were in the worst pain ever (which is probably true for some folks but if you know Reddit medical subs you probably know what I mean. I've seen people on there claim leg cramps are more painful than giving birth lol) but unfortunately there was no advice so I guess I'll just hope it doesn’t get worse

[zeroseuniverse]

Payback

Word count: 600 Summary: In which his son pranking every woman that comes near him doesn't impress his wife at all Pairing: Jungkook x fem reader

Honestly? It was planned. Not that anybody knew except him and his son, but I mean come on how dumb can people be, “I’ll punish him accordingly.” Yea no He took his son out for ice cream. He didn’t like women approaching him just as much as his son, so every time he noticed his son sneaking a fake insect into the food of his female workers when they tried getting too close, he kept quiet, only sending the boy the faintest grin, and as the women ran screaming and his secretary, the mother of his son came in with a questioning look, the identical bunny grins dripped with innocence, she’d simply sigh and shake her head walking back out of the office with muttered curses.

It was almost routine, however today was different, Jungkook sat in his seat listening to the proposal as his wife moved around the room sorting out some files, and his son laid on the floor coloring, After the proposal wrapped up, Jungkook turned to his papers with a slight smirk as he felt the business woman approach him.

He could also feel his son’s narrowed gaze and his wife’s stilling figure across the room, “So have you eaten lunch?”

“I haven’t.” He hummed, waiting for his son to step in like he always did, but he only heard utter silence, making him feel a bit uneasy.

“How about we go get some together?”

“Ah you know I can’t, My son is here.” He stuttered a bit, looking at the little boy for help, but the boy simply hummed and continued coloring.

“Oh go ahead sir, I’ll watch him while you have lunch.” His wife challenged, having been the one behind her son’s sudden quietness.

“W-what is happening?” He stuttered looking scared at his family, but they simply shrugged, his wife reaching down to lift their son up and walking with him out of the room calling a simple, “Have fun” over their shoulders.

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He was exasperated, his son stopped helping him out of these situations and now he’s been stuck on multiple dates with women he wanted nothing to do with, because he was too intimidated to say no.

“Okay stop whatever plan you’re doing!” He called out to his wife and son at dinner at the end of the week, the two simply smiling innocently at the man, “And stop the smiling, that's our thing!” He whined pointing at his son.

“Why did you turn my son against me?” Jungkook asked, looking at his wife offended, but his wife simply chuckled.

“I didn’t honey, you need to learn to say no.” She hummed, bringing her fork up to her mouth.

“Why couldn’t you just step in? Aren’t you the jealous type? Where’d that energy go?” He asked frantically, but it only amused the other two more.

“Oh honey, give me actual competition and maybe I’ll be jealous.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“So you’ll grow a backbone, and stop mortifying our business partners with you guys’ pranks.” She said, giving the two a pointed look, only earning two pouts in return, “I’m not changing my mind.” She hummed, giving her boys a wink before standing to take her dishes to the sink.

That night, Jungkook woke up to his wife dressed in all white standing above him with her hair dripping over her face and her makeup making her hardly recognizable, the scream Jungkook let out? Yea China heard it. And maybe pranking random women wasn’t as fun as he thought, because his first prank on his wife? That was exhilarating.

[ethanhee]

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"How is she,doc? Is the wound too deep?" Your husband asked his personal doctor as the doctor checking up on you for the last time after the surgery he performed on you just now.

"Fortunately the bullet didn't go through any organ. She is stable now but I think we should give her a rest." The doctor said as he looked at your husband, Heeseung who was holding his gun. He gulped at the sight because he knew there will be some shooting happen soon.

"Did you recognize which type of bullet in her?" Heeseung asked again as he caressed your hair. He looked calm but inside of him actually wanted to just kill everyone that involved in this matter.

"Yes, it was the one from Shin family." The doctor answered for the last time before he was dismissed by Heeseung. Your husband right now were staring at you then he whispered something before left the room.

"I will make everyone pay for what they did to you."

"Hey Lee, why you suddenly come-"

Heeseung shot the man before he can finish his words. Everyone there started to feel nervous because they knew why Heeseung acted like this.The man who he just shot just now was the one who shot you.

Heeseung loves you so much. He literally admit he is obsessed with his own wife and would just do anything to prevent you from getting hurt.

When the news of you got shot reached him, he was too stunned because he always keep you protected by hiring hundreds of bodyguards just to protect you alone.

"Where is your leader?" He asked casually like everyone there is his friends. He waited for the answer but all he got was silence thus he shot another man on the head.

"I asked where is your leader? Do all of you want me to plant a bullet inside your brain?"

No one was dare to fight him because Heeseung is the strongest mafia and will win everytime he fight with other mafia family.

One of those people there was pointing upstairs where you can heard loud noises there. They let Heeseung went up easily because they didn't want to fight him knowing they would die before they could.

Two man in the room were flirting with sexy girls that were sent to serve them. Some of them were laughing drunkly and not realizing there was Heeseung standing outside the room. Heeseung entered the room after sucessfully kicked it with first try. He shot Shin's secretary and made everyone panicked. All the girls in there screaming loudly and quickly ran out of the room leaving the Shin leader alone.

"Hey Lee, I- fancy seeing you here. Do you want anything?" Shin nervously asked. He knew it was dumb to ask a question right now because clearly Heeseung's intention coming here was to kill him.

"I told you to never touch my wife, right?"

"Yes."

"But you did it."

"Listen, if you agree with our deal, this will never happen Heeseung. It's your fault for not following what I wanted. Do you know your wife is so beautiful? I should taste her before I- " Shin couldn't finish his words when he got punched really hard on his face. Heeseung then landed a kick on his nose and made it broken. He didn't stop, he continue assaulting Shin to the point the man die with both of his eyes open.

"I should kill you earlier. Your dirty mouth made me lost my patience." Heeseung mumbled and called his team to clean up the mess.

You woke up when you heard someone singing. The voice was soft and soothing made you smile at the owner.

"Hee" Heeseung stopped singing and quickly walked to you.

"Are you okay,baby? You need anything? I will tell the maid to bring up some food for you to eat, okay? You look pale. You should eat- " You kissed your him because he was talking nonstop. Gosh, he loves this. He loves you so much. Heeseung hold both of your cheeks to deepen the kiss.

"I'm okay,honey. I don't want to eat. I just want to be with you right now." You said as you were staring at his bambi eyes. Everyone else may think this man is the scariest but to you, he is the sweeetest person in the world.

"I love you y/n" Heeseung uttered as he leaned again to your smiling face.

"I love you too Hee"

I hope you guys enjoy this type of story😆😆 it's been a long time since i write something. I'm still at quarantine centre because the infection in my blood is still high🥲🥲 so I decided to write some short story in case some of you waiting for my post.

please give any comments or ask something if you want.😁😁😁and please forgive me if there is any grammar error since english is not my first language so im still trying my best to learn to lessen the errors.

[mcufox123]

Poofed

WandaxFemReader

Summary: Wanda copes with a life that may not have you in it.

Warnings: Devestation

A/N: This story literally is heartbreaking but in a good way I think. Let me know what you guys think!

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You wake up suddenly to your hand being kicked. It was wrapped around your wife’s very pregnant belly as you both tried to sleep through the night. You smiled dreamily in your sleepy state as you were reminded of the twins who would be born any day now.

You and your wife were a part of the famous superhero group who saved the world numerous times. Shortly after she joined and got acclimated with the team the two of you started dating. It has now been 7 years of being together, 3 of them being married. You had moved out of the compound and were now living in your dream house in the countryside, the perfect place for your growing family.

While Wanda was able to take leave months ago as none of the team wanted your children hurt, you still went to work every day. The team promised that once they were born you would be given 3 months to spend with your family but until then “there were still bad guys out there” in Tony's words of course.

You checked the time to see you still had a half an hour to spare before you had to be at the compound. You made Wanda breakfast and set it up next to her then you got ready for your day. You showered, got changed and before you left you wrote two sticky notes to leave on your wife’s mirror. One saying, “I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.” The second said, “You are looking like such a hot mama today.” You left a kiss on Wanda’s forehead and whispered an ‘I love you’ then you went to work.

Wanda woke later that morning with a smile on her face. She saw the breakfast you set up and immediately started eating because she was starving. After her breakfast in bed, she showered before seeing the notes you left. She actually laughed out loud. Even when you weren’t home you always made her day. She sent you a quick text.

Hi my love! Thank you so much for breakfast! I love you more than tv shows!

After that Wanda went about her day normally before she got bored and decided to go to the compound. When she arrived she saw Bucky and Sam watching tv.

“Hey boys,” Wanda said as she set her bag on the counter before walking over and sitting in between the two.

“Hey Wand, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Bucky suddenly jumped into protective older brother mode.

“Sit.” Wanda ordered him, glaring at him. She appreciated the gesture, but she was pregnant and not handicapped.

“Yes Ma’am.” Bucky sat not wanting to make Wanda upset.

“Damn man, if she needs something she’ll tell us right?” Sam asked, turning to Wanda.

“Exactly thank you Sam.” They continued watching TV comfortably every once in a while bantering about something.

“Hey guys, where was y/n’s mission today? I usually hear from her by now if she’s going to be later than 6.” Wanda said realizing the time was now past 6 and she still hasn’t heard anything.

“I think they were in Florida today,” Bucky said, scratching his head trying to remember what Steve told them this morning. “Some mission with aliens that Carol warned them about. They’ll be fine. You’re welcome to stay here in your old room though.” He finished. Wanda thanked him before getting up to move to the kitchen, both men hot on her tail.

“Who is hungry?” Wanda asked as she started to get ingredients out for a caprese chicken dish and some pasta.

“Me, for sure. I missed your cooking so much Wanda.” Sam said, taking a seat at the counter pulling out his phone to que up some songs to listen to while you cooked. Dinner was good and shortly after Wanda went to bed in the now foreign space and begged for sleep to consume her. It was hard because she grew used to your arms wrapped around her with your face pressed into her hair. That night she didn’t get much sleep. She sent you a text letting you know she was sleeping at the compound before she rolled over and tried to shut her eyes.

The following morning Wanda woke up to a still empty bed. Now she started getting nervous, she searched for her phone to see no new messages. She took her time getting out of bed but quickly threw on the clothes she was wearing yesterday before heading to the kitchen.

As she was almost there she could hear Steve talking.

“So Wanda’s here?” Steve asked the person he was talking to.

“Yeah she came yesterday and we just told her to stay. So wait, you're telling me that these things just hit a button then poofed with Tony and y/n? Are they alive?” Wanda could now tell the other person was Bucky. She felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling the wind knocked out of her at the words she just heard. She couldn’t hide any longer and barged into the kitchen.

Her hands instantly went into a fighting position holding Steve in a tight grasp so he couldn’t escape.

“Where is she Steve? What happened? You promised me no life or death missions. You promised me she would always come back to me. She said she would never go away.” Wanda said while breaking towards the end and crumpling to the ground. Bucky went over and wrapped her in a hug.

After a few minutes Bucky put Wanda on the couch as now the rest of the team came in and Pepper with her two small children. Steve went over what happened on the mission and how they have no trace of either of their teammates. He made everyone aware that Thor, Carol, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were all in search of their friends.

Wanda felt so lost. Your twins were expected any day and you were gone. How was she going to do it if you weren’t back? How was she going to be strong for your two little ones if you weren’t there? The questions swarmed her head as she tuned out the rest of the team. After hours of talking the team now turned to their tuned out friend to offer some support.

“When was the last time you ate?” Clint asked Wanda, putting his hand on her shoulder to ground her.

“I don't know.” Wanda shook her head still thinking a million miles a minute not making eye contact with anyone.

“Wanda you need to eat. You have two other people to worry about. Y/N will be ok, she will come back.” Steve said, sitting next to her. She collapsed in tears and that was how the rest of the night went, crying and the team forcing Wanda to eat.

The following days Wanda barely left the bed. On the 4th day of you being missing Wanda felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes started to tear up from both pain and the realization of what was happening. She was going into labor without you. She screamed out in pain and heartbreak.

Steve rushed into the room as soon as he heard Wanda scream, “It’s ok Wanda we’re here, let's get you to the infirmary.” he held Wanda’s hand all the way down to the infirmary. Steve sent a text out to the rest of the team to let them know what was happening and soon familiar faces appeared in Wanda’s room.

They took shifts as they waited for the time to push. Natasha talked about the makeshift nursery they set up for Wanda, Bucky talked about how he got clothes for Wanda and the babies from Wanda’s home, Steve talked about schedules and shifts he made up to help Wanda, Sam bought stuffed animals, and Peter offered to take the babies to the playground. Wanda just sat and listened, grateful for her friends and the help they were giving her. All she could think about was how you should be there.

You should be freaking out everytime Wanda had a contraction, asking if she should get the doctor. She knew you would try to find her favorite shows on the TV and rub her back whispering soothing words. She needed that more than anything, she needed you. She needed you to be there for your twins first breath, for bringing them home, for the countless sleepless nights.

Soon the doctor entered the room, “Wanda it looks like you are ready to push,” nurses entered behind them with all of the equipment needed for the babies’ delivery. Wanda nodded trying to prepare herself for the experience that was moments away. “Would you like anyone in the room with you?” and Wanda did, she wanted you but you weren’t there. So she asked her best friend Nat to stay with her to which Nat agreed.

They got into position and Wanda endured the hardest fight of her life, childbirth. She could’ve sworn she broke Natasha’s hand from how hard she was squeezing. Soon a melodic sound broke through the pain as her first child was born. “It’s a boy!” she heard and she started to cry of joy. She had a son. The joy didn’t last as she felt another urge to push. “And we have another boy!”

Wanda was so relieved that both boys were here and healthy. You kept telling her that you could feel it was two boys, two football players, you would say. They brought the babies to wanda and laid them on her chest. Nat was quick to snap a quick photo before exiting the room to let the rest of the team know, giving Wanda a moment with her children.

Nat walked out of the room to see no one in the waiting room. She asked the nurse where everyone was who informed her that they were outside. She walked quickly outside hoping you were back. Instead she saw someone else. Tony on his hands and knees crying while the rest of the team was surrounding him.

“What? Where’s Y/N?” Bucky was the first to speak. Everyone was too scared to hear what happened, why Tony was back but not Y/n.

“I don’t know. One minute we were in a room being questioned the next thing I  know y/n lunged at the guy questioning us. She was fighting with him for the poof thing. Then after she successfully got it we realized only one of us could go back while the other had to hit the button. She didn’t even give me a second. And now, now here I am and she is there. Where’s Wanda I  have to tell her something?” Tony suddenly looked frantic.

“No, you’re going with Bruce to do everything you can to get Y/N back.” Clint said, poking Tony in the chest. “You are not doing anything else until she’s back. And you definitely are not seeing Wanda. That girl just had to give birth to twins without y/n, she’s destroyed.” Clint walked back into the infirmary while everyone was still in shock.

“I ‘m sorry. I ‘m going to bring her back.” Tony promised before walking towards the lab to get in contact with the people who were already searching for y/n.

Meanwhile Wanda was still in awe of the two boys in her arms, memorizing all of their features. She knew their names, you and her had picked out the names for all twin scenarios and for two boys it’d be Tommy and Billy. She started to hum a tune she remembered as a child. She started to get upset as she remembered the last time she hummed the song.

You had just walked in from a long day helping in the lab and training. You saw Wanda in the kitchen cooking dinner before turning to see you. She gave you the biggest smile as she came over to wrap her arms around you. Her pregnant stomach left some room between you two as she reached up to plant a kiss on your lips.

“How was your day my love?” she asked walking back to the stove to turn it off and putting the food on the table.

“I'm so tired. Tony was going on about this new feature he wants to make for the quinjet and then Nat beat my ass at training. I don't want to do anything.” Wanda sensing your mood guided you to the couch she sat then pulled you down so your head was on her lap. She played with your hair to calm you down.

“The babies were very active today kicking the heck out of me” she giggled to which you turned your face to her stomach. You placed your hands on her stomach.

“Hey you two, stop kicking mama. I  know you want to play football but you're gonna have to wait till you come out of there.”

“How do you know they’ll want to play football?” She questioned you.

“I  can just feel it in my bones.” You said as your eyes fluttered close. Dinner was long forgotten as Wanda continued to play with your hair humming the tune and you drifted off to sleep.

The following week after the twins’ birth was very hard for Wanda. She went through all the firsts by herself. Instead of going through the first night with you she went through it alone. Instead of bringing them home together with big smiles she took them to her room in the compound. Instead of introducing the twins to the team with you they were all by Wanda’s side before she could introduce them.

She spent the nights in bed. Someone on the team  was always sleeping on a cot to help her during the nights. It had been 11 days since you went missing and you had already missed the biggest week of your little family’s life.

On the 11th day Wanda left the sleeping twins with a sleeping Uncle Bucky and roamed around the compound seeing you everywhere she went. In the kitchen where you both cooked dinner for the team all the time. On the couch where you spent countless nights watching tv shows and movies. In the training room where you pinned Wanda more times then she likes to admit. Then she headed towards the lab.

She stood shocked.

Right in front of her was a man that betrayed her. A man that you had put your life in the hands of who disappointed you. She stormed at him in a fit of rage. “You son of a bitch! Where is she? What did you do to her? I'm going to kill you!” Wanda screamed at him while hitting his chest. Tony let her, knowing that this was what she needed. Wanda continued to curse him out before Tony finally grabbed her hands.

“Stop. I  get it. I'm the bad guy, and I deserve to be. I  messed up the biggest moment of both of your lives. You can keep hitting me, knock me out, whatever you have to do. There is something I have to show you first though.” Tony let go of Wanda’s hands before walking to the screen to pull up a video for Wanda.

When it came through it was you. You were sitting in a bare room and Tony was asleep on the floor behind you. Your hair was a mess and you looked exhausted.

“Friday is it recording? Yes? Ok here we go. If anyone is watching this I  probably did something stupid and I ‘m so sorry. If it’s Wanda hi babe. Man, I think it’s been 3 days and I miss you like crazy. I ‘m trying to figure out a way to get back to you and the babies I promise.” Wanda can feel the tears rolling down her face. “Well I think I have a plan. You aren’t going to like it but I promise you that it will all work out and I will come back to you. Babe I  don't have much time they are coming back. I  love you and our twins so much. I  am going to do everything to come back to you.” Then the screen went black.

“Play it again, Tony.” Wanda asked Tony and he did. She watched it about 10 more times. Just hearing your voice made Wanda feel better.

“Thank you for showing me that. Can you send it to me?” Wanda asked, keeping her eyes locked on yours on the screen. Tony nodded and Wanda walked out of the room back to the twins.

After that day Wanda had hope. She knew you would come back to her. She watched that video every night on repeat to fall asleep too. She played it for the twins and other videos of you so they could hear your voice. The team noticed the change in Wanda as well. They were very skeptical but didn’t question her mood change.

After a month of you being missing Wanda had almost given up hope. Tommy was fussy and Billy had an explosion in his diaper and it was the first time the team had all gone on a mission so no one was with her. She was crying while changing Billy’s diaper while using her powers to rock Tommy’s baby seat.

“Ah boys, it’s ok mamas here. We’ll be ok sh sh sh.” She was so frustrated she couldn’t even get the diaper on Billy. There were a few more minutes of Tommy crying and Billy and now Wanda before she heard Tommy stop. She didn’t even turn around; she figured he just fell asleep.

When she turned with Billy in her arms she was shocked to see the person standing in front of her. It was the love of her life with her son. A sight Wanda never thought she would see. You looked skinnier, tons of bruises and cuts littered your skin. Your clothes were tattered and your hair was a mess in your face. Wanda thought you still looked just as beautiful. She had Billy in her arms as she slowly walked towards you not believing her eyes. She reached up and touched your face to make sure you were there. And you were.

With Tommy in one hand you reached up with your other to place on top of Wanda’s. “Hey there stranger.” You said with a chuckle. She wrapped her arm around you and started sobbing. You put Tommy in the bassinet still holding onto Wanda then reached for Billy placing him next to his brother. Then you did the thing you had been wanting to do forever.

You held onto Wanda as she sobbed in your arms. You stroked her hair while whispering “I’m here,” over and over in her ear.

Your arms were around Wanda but your eyes were on your twins. You soon began to cry, realizing how much time you missed. Wanda pulled away when she felt something drip on her shoulder.

“It’s ok my love you’re here now. You won’t miss anything else. You’re here.” Wanda promised with her hands on either side of your face to make you look at her. You leaned down and gave your love a long awaited kiss. Both of you being grateful to have the other there to comfort each other.

You soon pulled away from Wanda to look at your twins.

“I told you two football players.” You chuckled as you picked up the other baby who you have not held yet. “Who is who?”

“That’s Billy and this is Tommy.” She said while picking up the other baby. You both made your way to the bed with the twins and got comfortable next to each other. You stared at them trying to take in the two people who were now your own.

“I’m so sorry I  missed all of it. I  tried to get back as fast as I  could. I  really did. I  thought when I sent Tony back it was going to be hours and I would be back. But I see metal man's mind isn’t what it used to be.” You rambled on. You wanted Wanda to know just how sorry you were.

“It’s ok. You’re here now and I’m not letting them take you anywhere. You’re staying with us for as long as I want.” Wanda assured you. You sat with your family for hours just basking in their presence and soaking it all in. You changed every diaper and did anything Wanda needed until she ordered you to go shower. While watching your 7th episode of grey's anatomy you dozed off with the babies between you and Wanda.

You only woke when you heard the rest of your rag tag group of friends enter the compound from their latest mission not even trying to be quiet. You turned to see Wanda still awake nursing Billy.

“Should we scare them?” You asked Wanda with a grin on your face. “You can if you want.” She didn’t feel one way or the other. Knowing how much the team helped her while you were missing.

You stood up and hid behind the closed door. It opened halfway.

“Hey Wanda how’d everything go?” Steve asked, you could feel multiple people enter the room however.

“Boo!” you jumped out to scare the team. Bucky not knowing it was you punched you in the stomach.

“Ah shit sorry y/n.” he said before recognition came to his eyes and the others. “Wait y/n?” he stared in disbelief. Nat was the first to tackle you in a hug before the others were soon to follow.

“How, how, how did you get back?” Tony asked with tears in his eyes.

“Well I  thought you would figure it out quickly once I  sent you back but that didn’t happen. I  kept waiting and finally decided to just do it myself. I  befriended another prisoner who promised to poof me back. And then when they did I  was in the training room. I  got Wanda’s text and just assumed she was still here and made my way up to her room.” They all said how happy they were that you were back. You ate dinner as a family and spent the night in your room with your beautiful wife and boys.

“Let’s go home tomorrow.” you suggested to your half asleep wife in your arms.

“You are my home.” she said and you felt warmth well up in your chest.

“I  love you so much darling.” you nuzzled closer to her.

“I  love you more.” and you both fell into a deep sleep which neither of you had had for a long time.

[lag1995-fics]

Maybe Superheroes by The script for Peter Maximoff if you'd feel like writing something for it? 😄💕 thinking about X-Men everytime I hear it haha it's so amazing

I hope you like it, it’s a little angsty. Thank you so much for requesting and following.

Superheroes

Song: Superheroes by The Script

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x female!Reader

Warning: violence, and an f-bomb or two. It also has some dadneto

Words: 1336

Summary: When you are kidnapped, Peter tears the world apart to find you.

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When you started dating Peter it had been like breathing air. Kissing and loving was as natural as breathing air or drinking water. He was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

Things were amazing and you didn’t think anything could bring you down. Peter made you laugh so much he was so goofy and good natured. He brightened your world like a kerosene lantern in a thunderstorm. The only thing you guys ever argued about was whether or not he should tell Erik that he was Peter's biological father.

You were adamant about this, you had lost your own father when you were still a teenager. You didn’t want Peter to have any regrets; especially with how reckless Erik was.

Things didn’t stay amazing though, now that Strijer knew where the school was he had teams of people watching for someone who might be leaving alone. You hadn’t thought at the time that going to pick Peter up a birthday present would lead to you being kidnapped by some shady government officials.

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You woke up to a hazy migraine and blinding fluorescent lights. You went to get up but you realized with panic that you were securely tied to the metal cot.

“Time to wake up mutey!” A man’s harsh voice barked at her.

“W-where am I?” You stuttered, finally getting a look at the severe man.

“I’m colonel Striker, and you’re somewhere they will never find you mutant!” He spat as if mutant was a dirty word.

“Now tell me your mutation and what can you tell me about Charles Xavier” He demanded and you had to bite back a shiver of fear.

“I would never give up my family” you declared determined to keep quiet. Peter and the x-men would find you.

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Peter was beginning to get concerned it had been a good three hours since he had last seen y/n. He began zipping all over the school looking for her. He then ran into the next town and they were nowhere to be found. The panic began to set in as he ran as fast as he could back to the professor breaking the sound barrier.

“Professor! Do you know where y/n is!” Peter all but shouted to the startled professor.

“No I believe she was going into town but I haven’t seen her since,” the professor replied evenly trying to calm the panic in Peter’s voice.

“Can you look with cerebro, I looked over every inch of the town?” Peter asked, his voice still fraught with anxiety.

“Of course Peter,” Charles conceded and two of them made their way down to the basement of the school.

Charles looked for y/n for over an hour, each minute stabbing Peter in the gut with fear. The ring box in his jacket pocket felt like a lump of lead against his heart. When Charles pulled out of cerebro with a deep frown on his face, peters stomach fell out to his feet.

“Peter, I couldn’t find her. It was like there was a void. It’s similar in feeling to Erik’s bloody helmet,” Charles said watching the silver haired man’s face crumble. Tears streamed steadily down his cheeks.

“We have to find her!” Was all that Peter could choke out his tongue feeling like rubber.

“We will Peter. I'm going to search for her face in other people's minds, please tell Hank to get the X-Men ready to go,” Charles told Peter, trying to convey his reassurance.

Peter ran to Hank telling him what was going on as quickly as possible. He needed to recruit one more person. Magneto had contacts that could help him get Y/n safely home.

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Peter arrived in Genosha uninvited and out of breath. Erik had immediately walked out guarded but not hostile. Peter looked into his fathers eyes, his own brown ones frantic.

Erik couldn’t help but notice that the silver haired man had eyes that were very much like his mother’s.

“I need your help!” Peter all but demanded, afraid for his lover’s safety.

“I would normally love to help another mutant brother or sister, but I am quite tied up with getting this community off the ground” Erik waved at the shipping containers he was using to construct small homes.

“No I need your help they took her, someone took her and I need her. Please!” Peter begged, his voice broken.

“Peter you are emotional, I’m sure there are plenty of x-men that can help you” Erik walked closer to the boy laying a hand on his rather clad shoulder.

“You don’t understand, I need your help, they won’t be enough!” Peter snapped looking up at his father achingly.

“I’m sorry Peter, they will find her” Erik repeated and Peter felt a chill of anger go down his spine.

“Maximoff!” Peter snapped and Erik’s eyes went wide before narrowing in suspicion.

“Excuse, me, Erik said gruffly, pulling away from Peter.

“Where did you learn that name?!” Erik’s voice held a hint of anger. He had always tried to push the wife who had left him out of his mind.

“It’s my name, I was born Pietro Django Maximoff on February 10, 1955” Peter was desperate. He would do anything to find his lover, even if that meant fighting his demons he had kept since the day Erik had tried to off Nixon.

Erik felt his face drain of color, his mind whirling. This boy who broke him out of the pentagon at seventeen. This boy whom he had almost let die at Apocalypse hands. He had almost lost another child and he would have never known it. It was obvious that Peter had no intention of ever telling Erik of their relationship.

“Your mother, what was her name?” Erik asked just to confirm and Peter snorted unhappily.

“You tell me,” he lamented.

“Magda,” Erik uttered and while Peter didn’t confirm he also didn’t deny. Now that Erik was looking he could see that Peter had taken after his mother’s side of the family. He looked strikingly like Erik’s late uncle. He knew immediately without a doubt he would do anything for this boy. He would walk through the fires of hell for Peter.

****

You woke up to a sharp kick in the stomach causing you to write in the corner you were huddled in. They had taken to beating you until you would talk. You wouldn’t though, Peter was there and he was your whole world.

“You ready to talk yet Mutie” The guard taunted and you spat at him, blood and spittle staining his fatigues.

“Go fuck yourself,” you gasped out as he kicked you again.

“We have a Code M, all units respond,” the guards radio garbled. A flash of fear crossed the guards features before he ran out of the room not even bothering to cuff you back to the bed.

You could hear screaming and banging getting closer and you could only hope that the cavalry had arrived for you. You needed to see Peter, you never wanted to leave his side again.

Your half swollen eyes widened when the door to your cell burst open and a silver blur darted to you. A magenta clad man stood outside the doorway as well killing anyone who tried to enter.

“Y/n,” Peter breathed touching your face like you were made from glass.

“I knew you’d come for me” You cried collapsing into his arms sobbing.

“I’ve got you baby and I’m never letting you out of my sight again” Peter sounded determined and more mature than she had ever heard him be.

“I love you” you gasped, pressing a bloody kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I know,” he grinned and you slapped his shoulder lightly. He would find a way to drop a silly movie reference even at a time like this.

“Let’s get you home” Peter murmured and before you knew it you were strapped into a seat on the jet, ready to go home.

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TRULY MADLY DEEPLY 💕

✨A Jily Songfic Oneshot✨

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Warnings: none ! Pure beautiful fluff !

Note: I highly recommend keeping the song on repeat on Spotify while reading the oneshot =)

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A one-shot inspired by and about Jily's wedding night and after. A James POV in verse. A Lily POV in chorus.

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Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between?

The boy woke up from his slumber. Shaking his head, he tried to recollect the memories of the night before. A cheeky grin enveloped his features as the thoughts of the day before flooded his mind.

I can't believe that you are here and lying next to me

His eyes fell upon the redheaded angel-like face, her chest heaving slightly up and down with every breath. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair which seemed more untidy than ever due to last night's.. *ahem* activities.

Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined?

Was this it? Was his mind playing tricks on him? Had it all been a dream? He already found it hard to believe that the girl had actually agreed to go out with him in seventh year..

Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine?

And now she was under his sheets. His sheets.

Like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss

The uncountable times James Fleamont Potter had confessed his undying love for her to which she would just roll her eyes at the boy's childishness. All those times he tried to steal a kiss during their little studying sessions and how she simply would playfully stick out her tongue at him.

And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this,

His three mates had grown tired of hearing the lovesick boy's mutterings about how he'd one day marry her. And his parchment and quills were also very  aware of the boy's hopelessness as random doodles with her name entwined always found their way on the corners of essays.

I'm just the underdog who finally got the girl

And there she was. The girl he had chased for as long as he can remember. Bright fiery red hair with a fiery personality to match: Lily Evans.

Potter now, actually.

And I am not ashamed to tell it to the world

The way he spinned her around wih glee when she nodded a tearful yes, the way a certain professor had gotten a wedding invitation with a "PS. I told you she loved me, Minnie." And the way he had sang louder than anyone else in the shower that day possibly making the entire Gryffindor house aware of his joy. The boy was head over heels in love, and well, she was falling too.

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Truly, madly, deeply, I am

And he was on his knee. A gasp escaped from her mouth. This was the moment. Their moment. All her subtle stolen glances at him and the way he made her heart flutter everytime a teasing 'Evans' drawed from his lips.. all of that had lead to this. Tears lined her eyes as she nodded a yes.

Foolishly, completely falling

As a friendship blossomed between the destined pair, they took on their head boy and head girl duties. Potter had stopped with his continual display of affections to the girl and yet now the girl had started falling. Hard. Maybe she always liked him along the way. And it definitely didn't help how much taller and handsome he had grown over the summer.

And somehow you kicked all my walls in

And one day she couldn't help herself. On a patrol as usual as ever, she pinned the boy against the wall and kissed him. All those walls set up came crashing down as their lips crashed.

So baby, say you'll always keep me

After breaking apart, a red hue similar to her hair took over her corsage as the boy simply grinned in amusement and euphoria, and teased, "Alright there, Evans?"

Did she really hate the messy haired boy with the glasses? Nah she didn't.

Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you

With all the roses and candles the boy had set up at their first night together as husband and wife, she couldn't have asked for anything else. And here she was remembering the events of last night where she had pulled his body into hers and made love as he kissed each and every one of her freckles softly.

In love with you

She was truly in love. In crazy, stupid, cliché, cheesy but beautiful love.

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Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed?

She lay beside him and for the first time, he was confused. What was he supposed to do?? Prepare her breakfast? That would please her, right? His father always cooked for his mother. And he definitely could make a mean omelette.

And wake you up with all the words that I still haven't said?

But would that be the newly wed "husband" thing to do? Maybe he should wake her up murmuring sweet things in her ear? But on the other hand, the last time he woke her up, he'd gotten himself punched square in the jaw. And Evans —Potter! He kept forgetting yet always corrected himself with a shy smile— was rather strong.

And tender touches, just to show you how I feel

His tense shoulders relaxed as he simply admired the sight before him. Caressing her face, he tucked some of her red locks behind her ear as he placed a soft kiss upon her cheek. He could simply count all the freckles on her face over and over again. He'd never get tired of looking at her.

Or should I act so cool like it was no big deal?

Maybe he should just get up and shower. Did girls like it when boys made fuss about this or not? Well, then again, it was their wedding night. All doubts from his head were washed away as she gave a small smile and leaned into the touch of his hand which lay caressing her cheek. Maybe he'd just stay here for a few more moments, he decided.

Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this

And to think everyone in the wizarding work knew we were on the brink of war. No! He refused to think of that right now. 'Live in the moment,' his best friend had always told him. And that's what he did. He snuggled closer towards the girl, putting an arm over her gently, and pulled her flush against his bare chest.

I'll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and her sweet flowery scent consumed his senses. Their bodies entangled together beautifully and he couldn't think of a better day to start a day. He could now. He would now wake up every day to the love of his life. Maybe until when they were 100. Yeah, yeah he definitely would, the boy declared in his thoughts.

'Cause here's the tragic truth if you don't feel the same

People might consider it rather childish: the way he would confess his love for her ever since their third year. But he truly meant every love confession to her growing up. Maybe it was the sweet tinkling sound of her laughter, or her adorable pout whenever Flitwick assigned extra homework or Merlin, it was probably that one time she flirted with him after a Quidditch Match which caused him to become infatuated with her forever.

My heart would fall apart if someone said your name

And he truly loved her so much, words were never enough to describe it. He really hoped she felt the same.

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And truly, madly, deeply, I am

"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid." She meant that actually. James Potter was definitely an arrogant toerag. But that's the thing. He was.

Somewhere along the way, the prideful egotistic boy had become a caring and proper man.  Her green eyes couldn't help but linger on him more as his usual bullying time was replaced by maturity. That time turned into taking care of his werewolf friend, or even time for comforting his best friend who cried into his arms in the corner of the common room some nights.

And soon enough, a friendship blossomed between the unlikely pair of the redhead and the brunet.

Foolishly, completely falling

And sooner it turned into more..

"Ariel, Ariel uh- let down your window?" One night, a rather confused whisper came from Lily's bedroom window. With a startle the girl rushed to slide up the windowpane and was met with the lopsided grin and the familiar hazel eyes with a playful twinkle looking back at her. "Potter!" She shook her head with a chuckle as she allowed him in. "Evans.. I missed you, okay?" he drawed out sheepishly as he gently pulled her closer by her waist. Heat rose to her cheeks as she looked up at him.

And somehow you kicked all my walls in

The boy leaned down towards her lips unable to resist the girl any longer but Lily turned away at the last moment (resulting a rather sad pout on the boy's lips) as she heard her name being called downstairs. "Lily! Next time your boyfriend wants to visit at 12 am, tell him to use the door, okay? My rose bushes are ruined!!"

So baby, say you'll always keep me

And now she was waking up beside him.

She meekly opened her right eye to see if her husband —yes, husband she reminded herself proudly—was still asleep. A lazy smile on his lips, she was greeted with a drawl in his low morning voice, "Good morning, Evans."

Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you

His infuriating smirks had now grown into breathtaking smiles. And he gave her one right now earning a blush upon the girl's cheeks. In his arms and close was exactly where Lily wanted to be. She smiled back endearing and simply looked at him with awe, treasuring the moment, before closing the distance between them. As she pecked his soft lips, she murmured into them, 'Potter, actually."

She was his and him, hers.

All was well.

Anyone catch the ending words reference? The first time I heard this song some months ago (maybe even a year oop—) , I just knew it SCREAMED #Jily. And so here I am finally writing and publishing this !

Thanks for reading and love you all you beautiful people !

Riri <3

[bitchfitch]

just going to say this at the top content warnings for the following: murder, offscreen child neglect and death, comas, cannibalism mention, implied necromancy,

A Single Day Beneath The Hill

Arlo woke beside the man he gives his freedom for, warm and safe tucked up against Conall's side with their blanket tangled around his legs. Arlo sits up and stretches before pressing a kiss to Conall's cheek.

Conall doesn't stir, he very rarely does nowadays.

Arlo takes his time with their morning routine, always tending to Conall first. Brushing the mats from his fur as Arlo sang the bar songs Conall loved so much. 

After he ran out of bar songs, Arlo would just ramble, narrating everything to his sleeping lover and editorializing on this and that as he went. It made him feel less alone as the weight of the world above bared down on their subterranean home. 

He'd repeat his vows every now and then, when the open and unguarded door way called to him. He could leave, it said, he could walk out right now and see sunlight again, it would whisper. There were no barriers between him and the world beyond, just a maze he could probably still navigate with his eyes closed. 

His magic was the only thing keeping Conall alive, but there was nothing else stopping him from heeding the often deafening call.

"In sickness and in health," He'd say more to himself than to Conall, as he changed the sheets on their bed, traitorous thoughts invading his mind as he struggled with the weight of caring for his husband, "Through the darkest times, I promise to stay by your side,"

Once Conall was tended too, Arlo would sit at his vanity on the other side of the room, brushing his own hair and putting on his make-up as he watched the world above through his mirror.

He'd send whispers out on the wind, waiting for someone to wander close enough. Conall had once compared him to fly paper, a sweet smelling snare.

Conall had been the only reason that it used to be a matter of judgment. Arlo used to look and listen, he used to hand out more boons than he did banes to those who sought him out. But that was before he needed every scrap of magic he could steal from those he caught.

Now he just levied banes on all that passed. Some would look like boons at first, so that the poor soul could go and lurer more closer, but most he would kill quickly. Conall didn't know about the change yet, and he never would if Arlo could help it, but his still, Conall wouldn't want people to suffer, even if Arlo did find a scrap of entertainment in it.

Sometimes he'd get lucky, and a traveler would arrive early, or two, or even a whole group, would arrive on the same day. Sometimes weeks would pass between their arrivals. 

Most of the time he got one or two a week.

Eventually, a man with a bundle in his arms stumbled into the clearing, frantic and driven by grief wrought madness as he fell to his knees and spoke his woes. Arlo only listened enough to pick what sort of bane he'd levy.

The child in the bundle was long dead by neglectful hands, but couldn't the spirit of the hill reunite a father and son? Couldn't the spirt see the his repentance? Couldn't it save him from the consequences of what he's done?

There was a time Arlo's heart might have ached for the man and his child, but that time was long passed. 

Arlo wove his magic around the man's soul as he sobbed and screamed his grief, tying the two of them together like he had with so many others, but before he could pull the noose tight, he hesitated.

"Please, my wife- she never woke up after our son was born. Shes in a coma, she- I would never forgive myself of it was my fault she never got to meet our son," he held the bundle tight to his chest as he sobbed, bent forward on his knees in the dirt,

Arlo's eyes flicked to where Conall slept, and he sighed.

Instead of burning the mans blood, like he had allowed his son's to in that car, he pulled the threads of his madness taught until he jolted upright, crying tears of joy over the still bundle that his bleeding brain now interpreted as being a healthy, crying infant, squirming in it's swaddle.

The man keeled over a few moments of joy later.

The magic Arlo could harvest from his soul drifted to him through their connection, a trickle that held promise despite its weakness. Arlo grinned as he held the power tight in his chest and lept up from his seat, prancing across the cold stone floors to climb on top of Conall. He straddled his broad waist as he pressed his hands over his beloved's poisoned heart and passed the magic he'd taken into it, this extra little bit being just enough to overpower Conall's curse.

Arlo's tail flicked and his ears pricked, already grinning as Conall stirred, his weary eyes blinking as one of his hands went to rest on Arlo's waist. 

"Good morning," Conall smiled as he looked up at his husband, too weak to do much more than brush his knuckles against the soft downy fur on Arlo's cheek, "Did I miss anything interesting, kid?" 

"Not really," Arlo nuzzled into his palm, they only had a few moments before Conall would sleep again, "But one of the travelers had a book in the bag they left as an offering, would you like me to read it to you while you sleep? Its a romance," 

"A steamy one?" he grimaced, already sensing the coyness oozing from Arlo,

"Of course, because I know how much you just Love those," he wraggled his brow, teasing his lover, 

"just skip the worst of it," Conall chuckled as his eye lids began to droop, "Come here," he sighed, pulling a willing Arlo in for a kiss before sleep could reclaim him again.

The kiss was short and light, and painfully familiar, far too easy melt into and far too brief to really enjoy. 

"I love you," Arlo whispered into the space between them as he pulled away when he felt Conall's grip on him go lax again. Leaving him trapped once more on the edge of life and death

Leaving his husband to wipe at silent tears as he stood from their bed.

This was always the hardest part, the brief moments of happiness made the following loneliness cut deeper, and the silence of a space that once felt like a home ring louder.

The doorway called to him everytime Conall fell asleep again. Reminding him that he could end this heart ache with a single step pass its threshold. 

It reminded him of the many times that Conall had said it would be ok. That Arlo didn't have to do this. That he loved Arlo too much to ask it of him. That he could leave and let Conall die, and Conall would still love him.

Arlo tried his best to keep his tears silent, Conall could still hear him while he slept, and he always did hate it when Arlo cried. 

He had to take care of the bodies, they scared away prey better than anything else could. It didn't matter that he wanted to just curl up and mope, he couldn't risk losing even a single traveler.

Arlo stood in the center of the room and focused on the world above, letting the ground part so that the corpse could fall through. A grim part of this process, but Arlo still needed to eat, and the animals in the forrest had all learned to avoid his hill.

The broken bodies of the father and his child bubbled through the ceiling before thwumping down to the hard stone floor with a smack. 

The child had been spared from the worst of it, still wrapped in its fathers arms. Arlo pulled it from his grasp and held it like he'd seen mothers and fathers less distressed than that one do. 

The child had probably been dead for weeks. 

Still he cooed to it and held it gently as he picked through the father pockets for anything interesting before sending him to the freezer to be cooked later.

Arlo had always been a bit indecisive about kids, he never really had the chance to spend enough time around one to form an opinion one way or another, but Conall had always wanted a big family. He had even already picked out the eight names he wanted to use, and when he had rambled while guarding Arlo he spent hours describing the home he wanted to build for this theoretical family. 

Each of the kids would have their own rooms, but every room would have big bunk beds so that if they were anything like Conall and his siblings they could sleep together and watch over each other through the night. 

He had once mentioned how cold the home he grew up in was.

The kitchen would be open to the main room so that Conall could see his family while he cooked, and the pantry would always be stocked with enough that when the kids brought their friends over no one would leave hungry. 

He had once mentioned how scarce food had been.

The yard would be massive and wooded, with swings and at least one tree fort, with a creek running through it.

He had once mentioned that the woods behind his childhood home had been the only place he felt safe. 

Arlo bounced the child gently in his arms like he'd seen happier families do. Like he dreaded Conall might never get to do.

When Conall woke up for good he'd be sure to give him the family he wanted. Eight children, starting with this one. 

[layce2015]

The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel Miller x Reader)

What If (y/n) Died pt. 3

The Last of Us Part 2 Masterlist

Joel was able to fix the radio and started to listen to the transmissions that was going on between the WLF. He knows he should be resting but even if he tried he'd still get no rest as everytime he closed his eyes, he would see her bashed in head. It had been weeks since the event happened but it still felt like it was yesterday when he danced and reminisced with her about their wedding.

So he sat and listened through the radio and decipher their conversation and look through the map Ellie found when they first got there. He also flipped through the pictures of Abby and her group that they found when they went to the TV station and tried to listen for their names. He had it mostly figured out when Ellie came in to check up on him. "Have you even slept?" She asked him, concerned. "Couldn't sleep." He mutters as he looks through the map and listens to the transmission.

"How'd you get it to work?" Ellie asked, gesturing at the radio. "Just a loose connection was all that was wrong with it. Antenna." He replied and she gives a slight nod. "Anything about Abby?" Ellie asked him. "No, not yet." Joel replied then a voice comes through talking about a lone male shooter in an old suburb area that was not far from this theater. The two share a look then they get up, grab their bags and head out.

The two traveled over and fought off many WLF soldiers and found out that the lone male trespasser was actually Jesse. "What the hell are you doing here?" Joel asked him after he pulls the two into safety. "You think I'd let you guys do this on your own?" Jesse asked them. "Please tell me Dina didn't come with you." Ellie said, worried. "No, she stayed to help Matia watch Ethan and Aiden." Jesse replied. "I'm alone." 

"Oh God." Ellie groans and Joel sighs at this. "Hey, give me shit about it later." Jesse said then he shows the two a truck he spotted nearby. Then three took out some soldiers, stole the keys and climbed in the truck. 

Jesse started the truck just as more soldier came in. Joel and Ellie then started to fire at the oncoming threat as Jesse swerved their way around the neighborhood until they ran into some infected. They fired at them and killed as many as they could until Jesse drives them into a lake and they crash into it, climbed out of the truck and swam back up to the surface.

Once they made it out, safely, the three made their way back to the theater and began to rest for the afternoon, or at least Ellie and Jesse did. Joel still stayed up and listened to the radio transmission to hear about any of Abby's people.

Eventually, something interesting came up. Joel overheard a transmission about a woman, Nora, and her unit were  assigned to a hospital and they were packing up their stuff and getting ready to leave. Joel stands up and grabs his bag then starts to walk put of the room and down towards the front door. 

Ellie noticed him leaving and she goes over to him. "Where you going?" She asked him. "Got a lead to the hospital. This girl, Nora, is there and I have to get to her before they leave cause their packing up and leaving soon." Joel replied. "I wanna come with you." Ellie said and Joel looks her over.

"What about Jesse?" Joel asked her. "I'll let him know and he can stay here and rest." Ellie said and Joel nods. Ellie goes to tell Jesse their plan and her and Joel head out.

It was a long walk but they eventually made it to the hospital. And all it took was to fight their way through infected and the new factions, the Seraphites, which they knew the WLF were fighting. But they made it and snuck their way through until they finally found Nora, and even better she was alone.

"Don't scream." Ellie ordered as her and Joel aim their guns at her. She stops and looks over at them, shocked, then Joel gesture at her with his gun. "Put that shit down." He said, firmly, and she sets the box down then turns to them, her hands raised up.

"You remember us?" Ellie asked her and Nora looks at her and a look of recognition flashes across her face. "Yeah...you remember us." Ellie said, in a soft growl. "What do you want?" Nora asked us. "Where is Abby?" Joel asked, in a low voice.

"I don't know." Nora replied and Ellie takes a couple steps forward, her gun still trained on Nora. "You two shoot me... the sound will have every solider come running." She said, who flinched back a bit. "You'll still be dead." Joel growls.

Nora looks between them. "We coulda killed you two." She said. "Maybe you should have." Joel mutters in anger. "Or maybe you should've stayed the fuck out of Jackson." Ellie said, angrily.

"Where is Abby?" Joel asked, angrily, as he stepped forward, aiming his gun at her, she flinches back. "Do you still hear her screams?" Nora asked, making Ellie and Joel stop in their tracks. "What?" They said, confused. "I still hear them. Every night...." Nora said, shakily, and Joel tightens his grip on his revolver.

Then Nora starts to stand up a little bit taller and glares at them. "Yeah...yeah, that little bitch got what she deserved. And you, old man, should've died with her." She said, in a firmer voice, and anger flared in Joel's chest. Nora tried to attack him but Joel was able to stop her and knocks her out. 

Joel and Ellie share a look before they pick her up and take her into a different part of the building. They tie Nora up to a chair once they found a room that was away from prying eyes and listening ears.

Once Nora woke up, Joel began to interrogate her on Abby's whereabouts. At first, she wouldn't give any information until Joel started to use his tactic of interrogation, which of course was using violence. He found a pipe nearby and used it on Nora to get her to talk.

Every hit the pipe made, Nora would cry out in pain but Joel didn't care. This woman helped on the death of his wife.

Ellie, on the other hand, was startled on how violent Joel was becoming. She has seen him do horrible stuff but this was going over the edge as she watched in shock and horror as Nora's face was becoming bruised, bloody and busted. Which it weirdly reminded Ellie about (y/n)'s face when she died. 

This made a conflict within Ellie, one one hand Nora deserves this but on the other hand she wasn't the one who swung the club at (y/n). And Ellie started to wonder if this was worth it and she began to worry about Joel.

Eventually, Nora told Joel and Ellie where Abby was hiding so the two made it back to the theater. Joel knocks on the door and Jesse opens it and lets them in. Joel tells Jesse about the information that Nora gave them while Ellie glances at them then she walks off, upset. 

Joel noticed this and gave a worried look towards her as he talks to Jesse about their next plan. After he talked to Jesse, Joel sighs at this then starts to walk over to the theater and picks up the guitar and starts to play, trying to keep his mind busy.

Jesse walked over to Joel, who had fallen asleep in the theater chair after he finished playing guitar, and starts to wake him up. Joel wakes up and looks up at him, Jesse tells him that as far as he knows Tommy hasn't found Abby but that the three of them should make their way to the aquarium in case he makes it there.

Joel agrees and the two men go to the lobby area and meet up with Ellie before the three head out.

They make their way through the city when they see a Ferris Wheel some distance away. Ellie shows them that the aquarium is right next to it and they make their way to it. After fighting some infected and a few soldiers, they make it to this old mall area where they overhear some of the soldiers talking about a sniper. Some of the soldiers left to go help out with the sniper problem while Joel, Ellie and Jesse make their way up on the upper floors of the mall.

Joel noticed them using boats and got the idea that they need that boat to get to the aquarium. Joel turns to the two and was about to go over the plan on stealing that boat when Jesse said. "They're talking about Tommy. We have to go save him."

"Okay, well you two go ahead. I'm going to the aquarium." Joel tells them and Ellie furrows her brow at this. "What? You've got to be kidding me, Joel? We've got to get Tommy and get out of here." She said. "He'd probably be gone by the time we get there." Joel said and Ellie gives him a confused look.

"Look, the best way to help Tommy, is by going after Abby..." Joel said, determined. "Are you kidding me, Joel?" Ellie asked, angrily. "Yeah, man. This is fucked up. I mean, thats your brother out there." Jesse said and Joel looks between then before he lets out an exasperated sigh.

"You two listen to me...." he started to say but Ellie shakes her head. "No, Joel, I'm done listening! We are going to get to Tommy and start making our way back to Jackson." Ellie said. "No, we're not!" Joel said, his voice rising in anger. Then he gives a harsh look to Ellie. "I thought you wanted to help me?" He asked.

"I did, but after everything I've seen....I'm starting to wonder if this is worth it." She said then Joel scoffs at this. "Whatever....you two can go after Tommy, I'll make my way to the aquarium." He said and he starts to turn to leave but Ellie grabs his arm.

"Joel, why the hell are you so determined to go after Abby? I mean, I know she killed (y/n) but...is this really worth it?" Ellie asked and Joel turns back to her, sharply. "Yes!" He said, roughly. "Why? You're gonna get yourself killed!" She said. "Because it's all my fault!" Joel yells and Ellie's eyes widen at this.

Joel let's out a heavy sigh before he said. "I failed her. I failed to protect her." He looks down and closed his eyes, trying to keep back the oncoming tears. "Joel, it's not your fault. You did all that you could." Jesse said but Joel shakes his head.

"It was suppose to be me...that woman was about to shoot my leg, but (y/n)....s-she pushed me out of the way and got hit instead." Joel said, shakily. "She wanted to protect you." Ellie said, softly, but Joel shook his head again. "It was my job to protect her, I promised her that. And I failed her." He said then he looks back towards the two as a tear runs down his face.

"So I'm going after Abby...to avenge (y/n). If you guys don't want to come with me then that's fine, just meet up with me at the aquarium." Joel said and Ellie gives him a sad look. "Well, I hope you make it." Ellie said then she walks over to Jesse and the two start to head for the marina and Joel goes down to grab a boat and make his way to the aquarium.

[omigiry]

Marry me?

synopsis: The uncertainty of what lies ahead makes people hesitate to take a step further.

warnings: slight mention of broken relationships of reader’s family.

POV: Third person (she/her)

ry’s notes: gets a lil’ bit sad in the middle, just a pinch of angst  🤏

Bokuto was a nervous wreck their entire date, his palms would get all clammy and he would always space out. His mind was so occupied that (name) had to call his name twice to get his attention, it didn’t only happen once but this is the fifth time now. Bokuto had planned for a whole day out on a Saturday, since the early morning he went to (name)’s apartment, they watched some videos on the internet or played some mobile games until they finally went out as scheduled on his plan.

He would put his hands in his pockets when it gets sweaty or he would rub it together. He was so excited to finally ask her hand in marriage, he already received blessing from her family all that’s left is for her to say yes. They were friends for the past 6 years and had been dating for 3 years, he wanted more and he was a hundred percent sure that he could picture a future with her.

“Kou? Are you alright? We could go home if you don’t feel well.” (Name) suggested, concerned for her boyfriend who was acting differently.

“No, it’s okay. I can manage.”

Bokuto took her to an amusement park, it’s been years since they last visited one. Not only that, this was their first date when they were officially in a relationship. They also talked about how they wanted to visit an amusement park again.

“There’s so many new rides now. Some of the old ones are replaced.” She pointed out. There’s a lot of extreme rides now for adults to enjoy. It may have turned to an amusement park for their group age rather than for kids or teens.

“Yeah. A lot has changed over the years. Come on let’s ride that one!” Bokuto pointed at the drop tower so he could avoid talking to her, if it goes on he might vomit because of his nervousness.

After riding their second one, Bokuto felt a little relieved. A part of him relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the day. When they felt exhaustion kicked in their system, they decided to enjoy the sunset.

“Where are we eating?” She asked. Her head was resting on his shoulder as she played with his hand.

“You up for tacos?” He asked. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but he prepared all the things she likes.

“I’m always up for tacos.” She looked up at him and smiled.

He didn’t plan anything grand for his proposal. He just wanted a simple day with her, reminiscing the moments they shared together.

“Do you remember the time when we went to a zoo?” Bokuto asked.

“Yeah, the owl seemed pretty attached to you when you petted her.” She remembered the time when they saw the owl and the keeper allowed them to touch it. The owl snuggled in Bokuto’s hand when he reached out. “Not gonna lie, felt a little jealous.” She joked.

Bokuto laughed at the end of her statement. “Do I need to remind you again that you’re the only one for me?”

“I also remember that I kicked your ass when we went surfing. You really sucked at it.”

“It’s hard to balance on water!” He defended. He was good at a lot of sports, but doesn’t do well in any water sports. “I prefer a stable ground.”

The drive back home was loud at the first hour, singing along to songs and laughing at their embarrassing stories they haven’t shared to each other yet; a while later (name) dozed off. Bokuto glanced at her sleeping figure and couldn’t help but smile fondly at her.

It was moments like this that made him sure that he wanted her to be his wife. He would want to wake up every morning next to her, he wants to fall asleep as she brushes his hair using her fingers, and he wants to drive you around to places that would make you happy.

Bokuto woke her up when they reached her apartment. She unlocked the door and when she did, she saw her living room filled with string lights and with pictures attached to it hanging from the ceiling. She hasn’t noticed yet their close friends who were hiding from the dark.

“What is all this Kou?” She asked and turned around to see him leaning on one knee. Her brows furrow as she takes a step back.

“(Name). I want to spend every second of my life with you, I want to wake up to every single morning and fall asleep every single night besides you.” He started his speech and (name) stood there as a feeling of dread creeps in her. “Will you marry me?” Bokuto said after his speech, looking nervously up to meet her eyes.

“Koutaro. I-i’m sorry.” She said, before she ran out from her apartment and went to her mother and sister’s apartment. It wasn’t far from hers but it would still take a 15 minutes walk.

When she left Bokuto was left dumbfounded, their friends who were hiding came out.

“Bokuto, are you alright?” Akaashi asked him.

Bokuto wanted to chase her, but it might lead to something worse.

All of them comforted Bokuto and tried to contact (name) but she couldn’t be reached. Minutes later, Bokuto received a text from (name)’s sister that they were on their way to their family owned bakery.

“I gotta go.” He told their friends.

“Bokuto, you’re not in your right mind to drive right now.” Akaashi stopped him. “Let us accompany you to make sure nothing happens.” He offered and Bokuto agreed.

Once he arrived he stopped by the door and saw (name)’s back was facing him. Her hands were on her face as her shoulders shook. He knows that she was crying. Her sister was rubbing her back, and her mother saw him outside and gestured for him to come in.

He slowly opened the door hoping the bell wouldn’t make any loud noises. Their friends follow behind him. As he gets closer he hears that her sister was asking her questions.

“Are you afraid?”

“Yes, I am afraid!” She bursted, she looked at her sister with pained eyes. “Our mother got left, you got left, and that doesn’t excuse me as well. We all get left behind!”

“We were unfortunate in love, but it doesn’t mean that you will be too.”

“No. Life doesn’t want us to be happy. Life always ruins everything for us when we’re too happy, and what if life doesn’t know this is happening and when it does it’ll take it away from me.”

“(Name).” At the sound of a familiar voice she tensed up. She felt a hand on both of her shoulders and was slowly turning her around.

“Koutaro. I’m sorry but I can’t do it. You know my family’s background. My father left us, my sister’s soon to be husband stood her up on the day of their wedding. All of the men in our lives eventually left us.”

“I’m not like your father or your sister’s ex-fiancé. I will always be here. I will stay.”

“Words! Those are just words!” She stood up trying to run away again, but Bokuto was quick to react and grabbed both of her hands tightly and blocked her way.

“Do you trust me?”

“I do Kou, I trust you more than I trust myself. I might do something that will make you run away!”

“Nothing could ever make me love you less.” He said. His tone was so desperate that his voice was shaking. “You already told me that you dream of me being your husband.”

“And it was supposed to stay that way! A dream! Nothing more. My dreams don’t come true, Kou! Everytime it will, there’s always something bad that will happen! Life seems to find a way to push me back to the ground, and if I become happy it wouldn’t last!” (Name) was frustratingly screaming at him as tears ran down her face.

“I want to invite life into this important event of our lives. If it doesn’t want to, then let’s forget it and make the future we want to happen! I’m willing to risk it all.” Bokuto’s hand was tightly holding hers, afraid that if she let go she would be gone too. “I want to take a leap of faith. I know everything you’ve been through, and I will be there for whatever life throws at you.”

She searched his eyes through her tear filled vision. His eyes spoke it all, it was telling her that he was sincere, it shows nothing else but sincerity and love. Bokuto lets go of his hand, and for a minute she thought that he was already tired. She thought that he already gave up.

Bokuto stretched his arms out and closed his eyes. “Are you jumping or what?” He hopes that he gets his message and that if she accepts she would gladly fall into his arms that waits for her.

(Name) looked at her sister and her mother for an answer, but they only said that it was her own choice. Bokuto was a constant person in her life. Everything that had happened to her mother and sister had an effect on her relationship with other people, she would only keep her circle of friends small and it took time before she could finally open up to someone. Bokuto became the man she could rely on, he was always there, and she didn’t want to lose that. If he was willing to risk for her, then she would too. She’s still afraid of what will happen, but she’s more afraid to hurt Bokuto.

After an internal battle with herself, she wrapped her arms tightly around Bokuto’s frame. Bokuto let out a sigh of relief, the heavy weight on his shoulder finally lifted and embraced her.

“You don’t have to fight alone. I’m here.” He said and stroked her head to comfort her. “Will you marry me?” He tried again. This time she nodded and whispered a “yes” that he could only hear, wishing that life didn’t hear it in order not to ruin this perfect moment.

[hiiraism4]

Gavin’s journey as Dad : The Arrival

Fandom : MLQC/Koipro/Love and Producer

Pairing : GavinxReader

Words : 3,702

Warning : A little bit of angst, just a bit. Shaw appears at the end.

The song MC asked for Gavin to play : 

First trimester

Your first trimester of pregnancy? It was hell. You’d throw up over and over you couldn’t even drink water and you got admitted to hospital for a week. Even Gavin who always did his paperwork in his office before coming home decided to bring all his paperwork to hospital so he could accompany you.The craving was also...a little overwhelming. You would woke Gavin at 3AM, because you crave cookie dough, and the poor man decided to made it himself while yawning, visibly tired from a mission. But he did it nonetheless. The smile on your face when you enjoyed the dough was worth it.

There was also a time when Gavin just got home from work and the first thing you said to him was “Sing a song for me, please? With your guitar?” You wished you could record Gavin’s reaction at that time. He had the most confused look on his face. 

“What?” Gavin asked again, dumbfounded.

“I...i want to hear you play your guitar.” you repeated.

“Is it one of your craving today?” Gavin’s look softened, amused even.

You nodded. Gavin, being a doting husband he is, he would listen and make all of your craving came true. So you were sitting on the couch beside him as he played his guitar. He didn’t sing but he hummed to the melody he played. You feel relaxed, yawning even. Gavin stopped playing when he heard your soft snore. One of his hand held your shoulder, while his other hand put the guitar away. He pulled you close to him as he kissed the top of your head.

Gavin also developed a little hobby of his rubbing your belly before and after he went to work. He would smile and told the unborn baby, “Be good, okay?” You just giggled because it was so cute.

Second trimester

Both you and Gavin just got into the apartment from having dinner outside when the doorbell rang, revealing all of your coworker outside. You hugged Anna, WIllow and Kiki and let them in as Minor walked in the last. With a box in his hand, earning a questioning look from Gavin.

“What’s that?” Gavin asked. Minor grinned, “You will like it, bro!” Gavin shrugged and let him in.

All of you were in the living room, sitting on the couch. You sat beside Gavin as he rubbed your back. The box Minor brought in was placed in the coffee table right in the middle of the room. Anna stood up, picking out an envelope from her purse.

“I believe you owe an explanation to your husband.” Anna smiled at you. You chuckled as Gavin’s brow raised in confusion.

“Gavin, last week i went for a check up and the doctor wanted to revealed the gender of our baby.” you began. Gavin’s confusion was getting doubled. “Wait, you did? How come i didn’t know?” Gavin asked.

“You were so busy on the mission. So, i asked Anna to get it for me. I want us to know the gender of our baby at the same time. That’s why they come today.” you answered.

“But then i thought of an idea to make it extra!” Kiki said with an excitement.

“That is to buy the cake with the color of your baby’s gender.” Willow added, as excited as Kiki.

“Yes! Blue for boy. Pink for girl.” Minor said.

“Thus, i want you to open the box together. After that i’ll give you the print out of the ultrasound.��� Anna said.

You and Gavin looked at each other. Gavin stood up and brought the box to your lap. Both of your and his hands are untying the white ribbon on the box and opened it. You held your breath and as you saw the color.

Pink.

You turned to see Gavin and the man also turned his head at you. Gavin didn’t waste anytime to hug and kiss your forehead, your cheek. You giggled as you could feel the palm of his hand was sweating and he was trembling. But both of you were smiling, even Gavin laughed. The kind were he was so nervous and relieved at the same time.

“Congratulation for both of you. You’ll have a baby girl.” Anna congratulated them. 

Watching Gavin’s face, letting almost all of his guard down in front of others by smiling a lot with spark in his eyes, you smiled back at him.

It was your monthly check up with your obstetrician and Gavin, for the first time accompany you. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to, it was because he only got some free time from his shift in police station so he decided to came. You were familiar with ultrasound, but it was new for Gavin so he was holding your hand tightly as the doctor put jelly on your stomach and put the transducer on it.

“So this is her heartbeat.” the doctor stopped the transducer on your belly, and with her other hand she tapped the ultrasound machine and both you and Gavin could hear the heartbeat.

Lub-dub

Lub-dub

You stared at Gavin. The man was staring at the screen with a spark in his amber eyes. He was excited. He was smiling all the time, holding your hand tighter and listen to the doctor had to say. He nodded, turned serious. It seriously made your heart warm to see him like that. 

“Y/N? why’re you staring?” Gavin’s sudden question turned you back to reality. You shook your head, smiling at him.

“I always know you’ll be a good dad.” you said, earning a blush on Gavin’s cheek to his earlobe.

Both you and the doctor chuckled. 

Third trimester

“How is it? Better?” Gavin asked as he massaged your feet.

You hummed in approval, closing your eyes in content at Gavin’s calloused hands massaging the pad of your feet. Being in 8th month of pregnancy, your feet began to hurt easily as your belly got bigger. Your back also ache a lot. Gavin, being as understanding as ever, everytime he got home he would massaged your back and your feet.

“Oh, Gavin, do you mind?” you asked Gavin.

Gavin stopped massaging your back. “Now?” Gavin asked back. You nodded. Gavin ruffled your hair as he stood up and walked out from the bedroom. Not even a minute he came back with a guitar in his hand. You smiled at him as he sat beside you on the bed. He began to play the same song he did back in your first trimester. You hummed along with him as you already memorized the melody.

“Ah!” you yelped as you felt something in your stomach. Gavin stopped and put away the guitar, he was visibly worried as it was 1 month left for your due date.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Gavin asked. You shook your head.

“I was surprised. A kick.” you let out a chuckle. Before Gavin could ask more you took his hand and placed it on your belly. Gavin’s eyes got soften as he could feel soft movement in your belly. Gavin caressed your belly softly and somehow the baby in your stomach moved along with his hand.

“She likes you playing guitar to her.” you giggled. 

“Oh? You do?” Gavin was smiling, talking to your belly. “I promise i will play the song to you a lot when you’re born. But don’t surprise your mom like that.” 

“I’m sure she’ll like it.” you caressed Gavin’s hair.

Birth

You groaned in agony as you wait in the hospital bed. Your water broke earlier today when you were cooking for breakfast. Gavin was away on his mission so he couldn’t come with you. You were so glad you could call Anna and she hurriedly call an ambulance for you and accompany you to the hospital. As for Gavin, it was part of his protocol to turn off his cellphone cause he was on mission, but you already left a message for him. 

Giving birth without Gavin was expected, due to his job. But it still made you sad. You wanted him to be by your side, and he said the same thing as well when you discussed with him about the possibility of you giving birth alone. Well, rather than having him accompany you, all you wanted was for him to come back home safely. You were brought to the delivery room and Anna waited outside, just in case Gavin came.

(Gavin’s POV)

Gavin was just arrived from his mission. Today’s mission took his team faster than he expected to finish, and for Gavin to only have minor new scars on his arms. He was just finished taking shower in the HQ. He took his phone from his locker and found a message from you. His heart beat faster when he saw your name but then the door to the locker room suddenly opened, revealing Eli.

“Gavin, call from hospital. Your wife’s water--” before Eli could finish, Gavin already grabbed his bag and ran as fast as he could.

It was probably Gavin’s best record of flying from STF HQ to the Loveland hospital. He flew as fast as he could even if it was cloudy, landed smoothly on the nearby empty parking lot and ran into the hospital building. When he found Anna was waiting outside, he was panting.

“Y/N huff huff...how’s...huff huff she?” Gavin asked.

Anna smiled at Gavin and she didn’t need to answer as the two of them could hear your voice from inside the delivery room. Anna approached another door beside the delivery room and a nurse came out. “Her husband’s here. Can he go in?” Anna asked. The nurse eyed at Gavin, she nodded and let Gavin in.

“Sir, you may accompany your wife but please wear these.” the nurse said. She gave a surgical gown for Gavin to wear, a surgical mask and a slipper for him. Gavin nodded, didn’t hesitate anytime to wear the gown and changed his shoe to the slipper. Gavin followed the nurse to the door connected to the delivery room. 

When Gavin saw you, he immediately came closer and grabbed your hand tightly in his. You looked sideway to see him, half of his face covered in surgical mask. Tears of relieved streaming out of your eyes. “You’re back.” you said.

Gavin intertwined his fingers in yours as he nodded. “I’m sorry, i’m late.” Gavin said. You smiled at him.

Not long after that you held Gavin’s hand tight it might left marks, but Gavin didn’t care. You screamed, trying your best to give birth to your baby. Gavin kept chanting “Breathe. Breathe. It’s okay. You’re doing good. It’s okay. You can do this.” to your ear despite him also worried about you. Gavin couldn’t really remember what happened after that but he could hear the doctor said “Baby’s here!” followed with a crying voice. Your hand went limp in his grip but you were smiling.

“You did it. You did it. It’s okay now.” Gavin said, smiling. You nodded, closing your eyes.

“Sir, please wait outside. We will call you once we’re done.” a nurse tapped Gavin’s shoulder. Gavin nodded. When he let go of your hand, it fell down limply. 

Gavin always said, he could always feel you in the wind. But at that moment, he could feel your life is getting weaker. Along with a little life force Gavin felt minutes ago. 

“She’s bleeding too much! Doctor!” 

“Get blood transfusion ready!”

“The baby’s choked on amniotic fluid. Prepare the suction!”

“We don’t have much time!”

“Sir, sir, you need to wait outside!”

Before Gavin could even understand what was going on, he was pushed outside by the nurse, even with him still wearing the slipper and surgical gown. Anna came to him, realizing the light on the door turned from green to red. Gavin fell on his knees. His mouth went dry, his hands were trembling.

“Gavin? Gavin, what happened?!” Anna asked.

“She...our child…” Gavin couldn’t even complete any sentence in his head. He could feel his stomach turned upside down, his heart felt like it was ripping inside and it suffocated him. Gavin couldn’t control his evol as his anxiety building up inside him. Gavin was choked by his own evol.

“Sheesh, what a troublesome brother you are. Control yours properly.” 

Gavin could feel someone was yanking him, pulling him to stand. Gavin opened his eyes, trying to breathe in air. He glanced to his side, finding someone stood beside him. White shirt, black leather jacket. Purple hair. Amber eyes identical to his.

“...Shaw.” Gavin said weakly, didn’t find any energy to be hostile toward the purple haired man.

“Control yours or that Eli will hunt you down. Even dad will.” Shaw repeated, his face wasn’t like his usual, mocking. He was serious.

Gavin yanked his arm away from Shaw. But his own body betrayed him. He was still shaking. “What do you know? She and my child--”

Shaw let out an exasperated sigh. He rolled his eyes. “Is your faith for her and your baby that slim?” he retorted. Gavin stunned. “You’re the one who can sense her life force.” he added.

Shaw was right. Gavin tried to concentrate once again and, Shaw was right, he could feel the two life, it’s faint, but it’s there.

“Now that my work here is done, i gotta go. Before dad finds out.” Shaw put his hand in his jeans’ pocket.

“Why do you come anyway?” Gavin asked.

Shaw made a thinking pose, hands in his chin while he looked up at the ceiling. Then he laughed, a mocking one. “You might need help to beat some sense to your head.” Shaw smirked, but then he got closer to Gavin’s ear, “And to stop you from getting your evol out of control and end up killing everyone here, including yourself.” 

Before Gavin could say anything, Shaw already walked away from him, waving his hand. “Yes, brother. You’re most welcome.” he said.

But Gavin did mouthed “thank you” behind his little brother’s back.

***

Gavin stared at the nurse placing the baby in his hand. His baby. Gavin was never held a baby in his life so he was scared that he might drop her. After assurance from the nurse, Gavin held the baby on his own. The baby was sleeping, breathing, and Gavin couldn’t help but fell on his knees once again. The nurse was about to took the baby from him but Gavin held the baby close to him. To his chest. His whole body shook uncontrollably as tears streaming out from his eyes. He tried to stifled his sobs.

Gavin was glad. He really was glad that his baby was alive. Her cheek flushed red, breathing evenly. Gavin couldn’t help but cry at the sight. As Gavin wiped his tears away, his daughter opened her eyes for the first time and it was gavin’s first time to see a baby’s eyes, staring at him. She shared his eye’s color. Golden amber.

“...thank you...thank you for coming to this world.” Gavin held his baby tight. “I’ll protect you, always. I won’t let anything, anyone, harm you.”

“Mr Gavin? I’m sorry but you need to go back.” the nurse said to him. Gavin nodded slowly, his tears still flowing out from his eyes.

Gavin stood up and gave the baby to the nurse. The nurse smiled warmly at him, knowing what Gavin went through several hours ago. As she rocked the baby she said, “I’ll bring your baby to your wife’s room, Sir. For now, go and meet your wife.” Gavin nodded.

***

Gavin opened the door to your room to find you were already awake, sitting leaning to the bed. Gavin practically slammed the door shut behind him and ran to you. He pulled you to his chest, hugging you.

“G-Gavin...can’t breathe…” you pat Gavin’s back.

Gavin immediately released the hug, cupping your cheek. You frowned when you saw his puffy red eyes. “Gavin, did you cry?” you asked. Gavin opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was glad, so glad to see you alive. You waited for him, for Gavin to stop panting.

“I...i was scared. I was scared that you’d leave. That our baby would leave.” Gavin managed to say. The flash of image seeing you turned pale and several conversation between the doctor and the nurse came back to his mind. Gavin was shivering, his whole body shook.

“Gavin…” you said softly.

“I was scared and it suffocates me. It was really, really hard to breathe when i couldn’t sense you...even if you were there in front of me. I…” Gavin was cut off by you hugging him, as tight as you could considering your weak state right now.

“I...couldn’t think. Everything went blank.” Gavin finally let go of his defense and cry. His sobs were painful for you to hear, it broke your heart.

“I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t wanna lose our baby. I’m sorry...i--” Gavin went powerless in your hug. Your body were still cold, not to his liking, but you were slowly getting warmer. You cupped Gavin’s face in your hand, wiping the tears away from his amber eyes. Gavin closed his eyes, overwhelmed with feeling relieved.

“But we’re here, aren’t we?” you asked. Gavin nodded.

A soft knock at your room and the nurse came in with your baby. You smiled, thanking the nurse as she helped you to hold the baby in your arms. Your eyes met your daughter’s eyes. Your smile went even wider and it made Gavin smiled along with you too. The nurse excused herself and left you along with your baby and Gavin after explaining and show to you how to breastfed the baby.

“Look, Gavin, she has your eyes.” you said, glancing at Gavin. Gavin chuckled, wiping his tears’ trace on his cheek. 

Gavin held out his finger and the little girl of his immediately caught his finger and gripped it tight in her tiny arms, looking at Gavin with her big doe amber eyes. Gavin automatically smiled. You giggled, seeing how soft Gavin’s expression was when he tried to move his hand but the baby still gripped it tight. Gavin caressed his daughter’s head while his other hand placed on your shoulder, pulling you to lend on his chest.

“I told you that i will always protect you, no matter what happen, right?” Gavin asked. You nodded.

“Now i have another one to protect.” Gavin kissed the top of your head. “I will always protect both of you, no matter what happens.” Gavin said, leaning his head to yours. You hummed. “But you need to protect yourself too, okay? You’re the one who have the most dangerous job compared to me.” you kissed Gavin’s cheek.

Gavin closed his eyes. “Yes, of course i will. So that i can come back home to see both of you.” 

2 months later

Gavin was walking with a bucket of flowers in his hand. It had been a long time since he came to this place. Where his mother sleeps for the last time. Graveyard. He almost never want to come this place. Gavin always avoided cemetery, even if you asked. It reminded of bad childhood he had when his mother died. How cold his father was.

But this time, Gavin didn’t come alone. You were walking beside him, holding your daughter in your arms, sleeping. Gavin was finally ready to face his mother, even if it took years for him to come.

A little promise Gavin told to himself before you gave birth to Anya, your daughter. That he would want to bring you along and Anya to his mother’s grave. You, of course supported him and told him that you were glad to see him finally open up to his past and decided to visit his mother’s grave again.

But in front of Gavin’s mother’s tombstone, there was someone else standing in front of it. The purple hair Gavin knew well. Gavin’s eyebrow knitted in confusion finding Shaw, his brother in their mother’s tombstone. Who would’ve expected that punk man to visit the mother’s grave whom he barely remembered?

“Huh? Isn’t that--” you trailed of. “Shaw..my brother.” Gavin nodded.

Shaw must’ve heard that Gavin was mentioning his name because he turn around to see Gavin and you. He was almost emotionless, but upon seeing Gavin, his lips immediately turned into a smirk and he said something to the tombstone and turned around, walked away before Gavin could even say anything to him.

“Why’s he here?” you asked.

Gavin shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m also surprised how he knows mother’s grave. He was small back then, and i attended the funeral alone.” Gavin replied. You couldn’t answer but nodded your head. You’ve heard about Shaw--you didn’t know if it was his alias name but then it was obvious that he was Gavin’s brother. They shared almost same face feature and identical golden amber eyes. Though Shaw was more into mocking and making fun rather than Gavin who was cold and aloof.

You were sure it won’t be the last time you’d see Shaw.

Gavin put his hand on your shoulder when he found his mother’s tombstone. It was clean maintained well, despite years Gavin never came. Gavin took a deep breath and began to talk. Asking how his mother’s been. Apologized for not coming sooner. Telling how his life now, his job, you, both of your marriage, and then, finally Anya.

Your heart swelled watching Gavin placed his hand on your back as he talked, bit felt like being introduced to your mother in law. Gavin took Anya from your hand and held it in his arm.

“Mom, don’t worry. I’m fine here. I finally find my happiness and i will protect them with all i have.”

A/N :  Probably the longest fanfic i’ve wrote for Gavin so far. I do hope i did Shaw justice as he’s not canon to be Gavin’s brother yet, but the hints are everywhere (if you read the spoilers)

[yetanotherreader]

One Day

Fic Type: Stand-alone/One-Shot

Genre: Drama (Heavy Angst)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Joseph Hughes (OC)

Word Count: 3,032.

Warnings: Angst, Depression, Anxiety, Marital Abuse, Mentions of marital rape, abusive marriage, physical violence.

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS AND DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU.

Mobile app doesn't support the cut, so pardon for the no read more thingy.

A/N: Hey guys. I know I went on this little(big) break and I haven't updated useful in a while. I'm going through a writer's block again, trying to write and stopping after a while. and I have so many college projects to do during quarantine. I hope y'all are keeping safe. I wrote this one shot in hopes of getting back at writing. Woke up all night writing this, so I really hope you all will like it. But again, since I woke up the night writing this, it may or may not be up to your expectations. Please heed the warning above, girls. I really do not want any of you going through more stress during these stressful times.

Also, I used the same tag list as Useful in this one too. I don't know if everyone of you will like to be added to any of my other works so let me know if you want your name removed or added. :)

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His eyes were locked on the big gates of the hall, both waiting for and dreading the moment that particular person entered who he'd been missing for months. He gave a once over to the venue. This place was gorgeous, a palace in fact. A big chandelier graced the double ceiling and there was a colorful fountain in the garden outside. The lights were the right amount of bright and the drinks tasted just about perfect. Even the waiters wore their uniforms more expensive than his suit. It was something Dean had always seen in those Disney movies which, don't tell anyone, were his guilty pleasure.

He and Sam had come here for a case—the only reason that gave them the privilege to get into a place like this one. People have reported weird occurrences happening around here, followed by the abduction of everyone who saw it. Turned out, it was a serial killer and the police had taken care of it even before they reached.

Something about that place, though, made him want to stay. For some reason, he didn't make a U-turn and go back. Maybe it was the fact that it was the annual ball of the city where only the rich and reputed were invited, that he wanted to feel reputed for once, or that here he would see someone he hadn't seen in a while, someone he missed everyday he lived. He knew it would shatter his heart when he saw her, but he was willing to take a heartbreak if it meant seeing her once. Sam didn't say a word against it, but Dean knew better than to think he was okay with him going through all that torture.

Just when his eyes reached back to the doors, he saw, once again, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. The woman who made his heart flutter and break at the same time, the woman he loved the most. She was dressed in rose gold, the drape hugging her curves as perfectly as he remembered. Her hair was up in a messy bun, which only she could pull off that good, with few softly curled strands coming out to shape her face. Her lips were colored wine red, as tempting as ever, and her face was covered in a darker make up than he ever remembered her wear. In a better shape than when he last saw her, her posture screamed royalty. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous. The only thing was, she wasn't herself. Or at least, her old self. Does time change people that much? It took him all his power to remove his gaze from her, her arm entangled with the other man's, helped. 

She wasn't his to call anymore, she never was. Maybe the only woman who he liked but never kissed, the only woman who made him go all hot and bothered but he never dared touch her the way he desired. The only woman he loved enough to not make a move. He knew his feelings were mutual, he saw it in her eyes when they sat on the hood of the impala, chatting through the sleepless nights. He saw it every time she laughed at his piss poor jokes or narrowed her eyes at the women who flirted with him. He saw it when she cried for the first time in front of him and yelled at him because she thought he got himself killed. He saw it when he felt her heart accelerate everytime they hugged, like his own, and when she refused to leave him in the worst. He saw it when he saw her build walls to hide her broken heart after he asked her to leave. He saw it in her indifferent expression and a lone tear escaping her eyes when he told her he'd be better off without her.

And boy did he regret every word he said. He called her as soon as he realized what he did. That in order to save her, he might have just given her the biggest of the insecurities. It was a month later that it happened. He apologized to her, told her he never meant whatever he said, tried to explain why he did what he did. And she forgave. He couldn't believe his ears when he heard her say those words, he wanted her to yell at him, hate him, punish him for what he did but she said nothing more than a 'It's okay, I understand.'. And maybe that one sentence hurt him as much as he hurt her. She didn't even think of him good enough to be mad at. She shouldn't have understood, she should have argued. He might have lost the best thing that ever happened to him like that. And his fear proved right when he saw her photo in the newspaper, two months later, with a man. Joseph Hughes, a big name, apparently. The man he ran into, not so long ago, in missouri.

"Mr. Winchester." He heard the deep, masculine voice as it approached him, "Didn't know we'll meet again so soon."

If running into that man earlier made his heart heavy, meeting him with his arm around Y/N's waist made it fall down with a thud, "Mr and...Mrs Hughes. Fancy seeing you here, too."  He shook his hand with a firm shake, forwarding it toward the man's wife to do a similar action. Instead, she folded her hand in a namastey greeting, as she looked at him shocked, and scared. Maybe she didn't want her husband to know about him.

"I would ask how did you know she was my wife, but I guess you read newspapers." The man said in his smooth accent with a laugh, which Dean returned halfheartedly.

"Got that one right," he smiled at Hughes, his eyes lingering a little longer on Y/N, "Your wife is beautiful."

At the comment he saw her husband's hold tighten around her in sudden possessiveness, his fingers almost digging into her flesh as she flinched a little. He tore his gaze away from her, reminding himself she was someone else's wife and he had no right to be staring at her. But something about this whole situation felt wrong, that touch felt wrong.

She didn't look at him once after that. The tension in the air suffocated them both, and he was sure the shorter man in front of him felt it too, "Let's get you meet some of my friends, darlin'. If you could excuse us?"

Dean gave them the way, as he contemplated whether his decision of staying was even right. It crushed his heart seeing the woman he loved in someone else's arms. He felt like throwing up. Seven months ago, he couldn't have thought there'd be a day like this. He hated himself for that.

"Dean, do you want to go?" Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"N-no," He cleared his throat when his voice came out rough and hoarse, "No, I guess I'll just go to the washroom. Go find some hot chick for me " he winked at Sam, who clearly saw right through it but didn't say anything. He stayed in the bathroom for a while, to calm his aching heart. People knew Dean as a man, as strong as an alpha, but here he was, falling weak. 

After splashing water on his face a few times, he got out of the bathroom just to see people frozen in their spots. His eyes went to his brother, immediately worried about his safety only to find him silently, but furiously glaring something, his hands were fisted like a beast about to attack its prey. When he followed his line of sight, he felt something similar inside of him. There stood Joseph Hughes towering his wife, glaring her down and his nails digging into her, now pale, arms, "I said, Tell. Me. The. Truth."

"I told you. He w-was a f-friend." Dean heard her voice for the first time in a long while, and his chest hurt at how small and scared it was. Y/N wasn't a hunter but she was fearless and brave. She had put her life on her palms so many times to save him and Sam without hesitating. That was one of the reasons he pushed her away, but here seeing her so helpless and terrified, he didn't know how to react.

"A friend, huh? A friend shouldn't look at you like that." His voice came out in a growl, audible in the pin drop silence, that sent visible shivers running down her spine, "That's why I don't leave you around men, you pathetic whore. I'm done being okay with you slutting around-"

Dean charged forward, enraged at the man's audacity to even let those words out of his mouth, but before he even took two steps, Y/N pushed that douche with enough force to make him stumble, pausing Dean mid-walk.

"You're done being oka-I AM DONE BEING OKAY!" Y/N raised her voice, violently shaking out of fear and rage. Joseph looked shocked, as if he never expected her to speak like that, as if she never spoke to him like that. The thought alone made Dean's eyes tear up, what had that monster done to her, "I am done being okay with the things I'm not okay with! I am done being okay with you touching me without my consent and I'm done being okay with getting slapped everytime I say no! I am done being okay with you locking me in and I am done being okay with you hitting me with whatever you find! I AM DONE WITH YOU!" She broke down into tears as she was done with her little speech.

"You are saying this here on purpose. You want me to lose my reputation." He said low, his eyes trying to scare her down.

"Y-yes, I'm saying this here on purpose because if I said it at home, you'd beat me to a pulp." She said, trying to sound low, but the eerie silence in the room making her damn well audible to his ears. Dean saw nothing but hot, white rage. Seeing Y/N so scared, so broken, Dean wanted nothing more than to break the bastard's bones, every single one of them. And when Hughes charged at Y/N, he lost whatever little control he had on himself jumping at the said man. Sam, immediately, went to Y/N's side as she hid in his chest, shaking like a dry leaf. Sam had never seen her so scared and so vulnerable. He felt a sharp pain in his heart seeing the sight of his best friend so broken, as he tightened his hold on her. Dean kept on hitting the man, like an animal that got out of its cage. His knuckles were bloodied, with which he didn't know was his blood or the other one's but he wasn't stopping. After what felt like forever, Dean was stopped by two strong arms around his own, from behind.

"Dean, stop. You'll kill him." Sam's calming voice fell into his ears, "stop"

It took Dean a while to register, as he tried to release his hands from his brother's still kicking the battered man that lied in front of him, "I don't care."

"Y/N wouldn't want you to kill him, Dean." And at that, he stopped. Y/N. Where was she? He stood up and searched for her, seeing her frozen at the same spot as earlier, zoned out and shaking violently. His heart hurt so bad seeing her like that, he couldn't stop tears from welling in his eyes.

"Y/N," he whispered as he took a few long strides to reach her and pull her into a careful hug.

She went stiff under his touch, as he loosened his hold on her, scared he might scare her before he heard her, barely, speak out, "Dean.." as she clinged to him for dear life. Hearing her say his name again wasn't as pleasant as he'd imagined a million times before, rather it was gut-wrenching. It was painful, because this was the last thing he had imagined that made her say his name. He wrapped his arms around her fully and spoke comforting words to soothe her.

"Let's go home, Y/N."

It had been a week she returned to the bunker, moving into her old room. Hughes was arrested, and divorce agreements were signed. He got to know that the thing between Y/N and Joseph was more of a business arrangement than a marriage proposed by her father, who had no idea about his son-in-law's abusive habits. Sam and Dean kept a positive atmosphere around the bunker, not going out for any cases, but there was no change in Y/N. She, mostly, kept herself locked up in her room, not talking to anyone. They thought it was necessary to give her her space but that was just deteriorating her health more. She ate too little for survival.

Dean stepped into her room with the plate of her favourite food. She loved it when he cooked for her, he just hoped to God, she still would. His eyes fell on her form, lying down on the floor, her back resting by the bed. She looked into a distance, zeroing her vision. As he went and sat beside her, keeping the plate on the floor, she spoke up, "He'll come back for me, Dean. He'll take me and he-"

"He won't," Dean cupped her cheeks and made her look at him as he met with the broken sight. Her eyes had sunken in, dark circles forming around them, face paler and her natural blush around her cheeks gone, "I promise I will not let anything happen to you."

She looked at him like she wanted to believe, but a sudden wave of anxiety stopped her, "No..no no no no, Dean! You don't understand! He..he will come back and he won't leave me. He'll beat me and...and those chains. He'll tie me up again and he'll...he'll-

She stopped mid-sentence, a horror coating her features. This new piece of information startled Dean, breaking his heart into two..enraging him, too. He didn't know how to react to it, so he did what his impulse told him to, he hugged her tight, hiding his face in her hair. More than comforting her, it was for himself. He wanted her close and safe, "He used knives, Dean. He said he loved seeing me bleed..it was so painful" Dean shut his eyes tight, trying to push away the horrifying images from his head, as he let the tears flow free. What all she had endured because of his one mistake. She sniffled as she continued in a small voice, "you won't be able to do anything, Dean. He's very powerful. You can save me from monsters, you can kill them..but him-"

"I'll kill him if he laid his finger on you ever again." Dean spoke with determination.

"N-no...No, Dean. You won't kill him. Don't kill him please, don't be like him." She shook her head violently in his chest, "not like him..no, no, no.."

"Hey, hey," he soothed her rubbing a hand on her back, "I won't. I won't be like him, okay? Shh.." It took Y/N a few minutes to calm down, while he rocked her in his lap, "You hungry?"

She shook her head, mumbling into his chest "I never feel hungry."

He sighed, "Okay. Eat a little, with me? Please? Because I'm starving."

Her eyes sparkled a little when she saw the food, "You made it?" He smiled and nodded, proudly, "Can I..can I eat the whole thing?"

He chuckled, heartily, "madam, all yours." She smiled up at him, hesitantly. As if trying to remember how to smile, at which his eyes softened, "when did you eat this last?"

She dug into the food, liking the taste of it. The taste of home, "with you. He didn't let me eat this, wanted me to look good like his wife should." 

Dean clenched his jaw at this, wanting to practically undo that man's existence. The things he did to her, he was sure if he saw him someday, that'd be his last.

Y/N looked at him, a little scared and a little more sheepishly, "Can I get some more?" Dean smiled at her and got her some more. He looked at her eating, his eyes filled with unshed tears. She was so, so pure, only if he could take away all her pain, make her forget those dark months. Only if he could give her all the happiness in the world, because there was no one he knew who deserved it more than her.

Later that night, Dean asked Y/N if he could stay with her because his nightmares scared him. He knew she understood what he meant, and the fact that she didn't deny made his heart flutter. Y/N hadn't slept in days. Either she would wake up from a nightmare, yelling, or not sleep at all. He just wished she'd have a goodnight sleep in his arms, and she did. But he didn't miss what she said just before she fell into the slumber, something the Y/N he knew would never say. Something that hurt his heart and made him make a silent promise to her, and himself. 

"Dean, don't send me away ever again. Please."

Never. He would never let her out of his sight again. He'd save her from every monster, supernatural or not. He didn't know long will it take her to fall for him again, or if she'd ever fall for him again. All he knew was, he'd shower her with so much love, she would forget every pain that son of a bitch caused her. He'd love her so much that she'd start loving herself one day. He would hold her so dear, that her scars would stop scaring her.

One day. One day, he'll make everything okay.

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Steve Rogers Soulmate AU

Pairings: Reader x Steve 

Timeline: After Age of Ultron. 

Warnings: The reader is subjected to a little bit of violence by HYDRA agents. Also a little mention of depression I guess??

Words: 3420

Summary:  All you see is darkness. Your face, your home, the sky... everything is in black and white. You wonder when will your soulmate touch you and finally get to step into the brightness, to see colours. But then one afternoon at the Stark Tower you meet him in the most unfortunate circumstances. Will you join him or let him go?

There are millions of ways you could start a story. You could start it by saying a random stranger tipped you $500 dollars.You could start by saying you were suddenly transported on a crashing airplane. You could start by saying you woke up to your cat singing Shake It Off.

Or…you could start your story with a bomb explosion.

Well, because that’s what happens in this story.

An eardrum shattering bomb explosion is what broke you from your trance. An immense force of energy threw your body to the hard floor. You look behind with your panic-stricken eyes to see Pepper Pott’s once enormously opulent office batter down to rubble and dust. The door, the paintings and the flower vases that lined the entryway were obliterated to pieces.

Your head banged against Pepper’s mohagony table. You heard her chair scrape the floor as she got up and hurriedly ran around the table to help you up. With a grunt she pulled you up and in no moment you were standing on your two feet. Her eyes looked just as confused and scared as yours did.

“What’s happening?” you ask her breathlessly, yet you know she knows just as little as you do.

“No idea.” She looked around her office. Now that’s a question she can’t answer. She must have had experience with this kind of thing, you thought, after all she was Iron Man’s wife. Her husband invited danger at their footsteps with open arms.

But you were normal. The only reason you were in the most secured building in the world in the first place was because you had come to interview Pepper on her new charity project to help the victims of Ultron’s attack.

The magazine is going to have a gala time when they hear what happened here, you thought, if only you get home alive, your voice ominously added.

You felt hard to breathe. You clung onto the desk as you calmed yourself. But everytime you thought it was gonna be okay, the realistic part of your brain told you that you won’t because the bomb was strategically placed outside the office, which means whoever bombed the floor wanted to kill everyone in this room. Clearly it didn’t. Now they are coming for us.

Pepper looked at you reassuringly. Do something! your eyes pleaded.

She whipped out her cell phone and franctically typed the digits on the keypad. As she waited for someone to pick up her call, you wondered if you both would even get out alive. She has a better advantage at surviving, you bitterly thought.  For one, she can see in colours. She had found her soulmate. And second, her husband is Iron Man. He is probably on his way here right now, even though he’s at the other side of the country at the moment.

“Happy? What’s happening outside?” she screamed into her phone. The voice at the other end of the line answered in the same urgent tone, yet they seemed to have a control in their voice. Pepper shut her phone and rubbed her temples.

“What happened?” you asked her impatiently. Before she could answer you, the sound of shattering glass engulfed your ears.

A loud ring settled in your ears as you turned around to see the entire wall of glass that overlooked the New York City shatter to bits and 4 armed men in black uniforms in harnesses stand before you, with menacing faces.

Two stepped forth and harshly pulled you up. You thrashed against their grip but no avail. They were twice the size you were. You alarmingly turned your head to check on Pepper. The man had taken off his goggles and now was holding her at gun-point. ‘Rumlow’ said the name tag on his uniform. You shuddered internally when you saw his mask. He looked like a Death Eater that escaped a Harry Potter cosplay.

“Give me the access to your files now or get your brains blown out.” he said with gritted teeth.

Pepper looked at him dead in the eye. “No,” she said.

Even though you were in the most dire situation you could ever be in, you couldn’t help but admire her more.

Rumlow cocked his gun. “I’ll count to five. I want the files NOW!” his loud voice reverberated across the room.

Pepper smirked. “You know I’m the only one who can give access to the files. You kill me, and you’ll never get them.”

Your insides jumped with joy. Yes, Pepper! Take that, Rumlow! You wanted to laugh at his face.

But then Rumlow withdrew his gun. He let out a dark chuckle.

“Fine, I won’t get the files if you are killed,” his body casually ambled towards you. “But what if I killed her? Would you give it to me then?” Suddenly his gun was now on your forehead. Your legs turned to jelly. You never would have thought you’d see a gun so up close, but now you could smell the gunpowder. You wondered how many life did this weapon claim before it would claim yours.

A feeling of hesitation flashed across Pepper’s eyes.

“Kill me.” You say abruptly. Pepper looks at you with wide warning eyes and Rumlow’s eye twitches with annoyance. You didn’t know why you said that. You didn’t even know what Pepper was hiding. But they clearly are the bad guys, and if they get the information even more worse could happen. You had to die.

“It’s fine, Pepper. Don’t give them whatever they are demanding from you, I’ll be oka—” You stopped speaking because Rumlow had slapped you hard across your face. You gasped in pain. You wanted to fall down. But the two men dug their fingers harder in your arms, forcing you to stand, yet your back limped.

This is how it’s gonna end for me now, you thought. But then a flash of black mass whizzed past your eyes and before you could comprehend what happened, Rumlow had fallen to the ground, and a tall, muscular man was standing on top of him.

Before you could look at him properly, he was already off fighting the other man who was standing besides Rumlow. The two men pushed you away as they fired at him. Right when you thought that was going to be the his end, he whipped out his shield. Bullets clattered at his feet. You widened your eyes in realization. He was Captain America.

You stood back as he fought with the other two men. His moves were fast and strong, the two men who first looked so bulky to you when they first came in, now looked like dried raisins. They laid defeated in less than 2 minutes.

He turned to look at Pepper. “You okay, Pep?” he hastily questioned her. Before she could respond, you let out a squeal as someone roughly grabbed your hair in a fist and dragged you to the broken windows. You were now dangling on the edge, just an inch away from a 200 floor drop.You steadied your breathing. “I’m warning you, blondie. Give it, or she’s dead” Rumlow threatened them, and you wondered what did ‘blondie’ mean.

You managed to turn back a little. Captain looked at you hesitantly. “Don’t give it” you manage to get the words out. Rumlow’s grip on your hair loosens but instead he pushes you over. You scream at the top of your lungs as your body dangles above the city. You desperately try to catch anything other than Rumlow’s hand. You grab the rubble and pull yourself over the edge, enough to look at the captain. “LAST WARNING!” He yelled. Captain looked threatened. No no! He should not worry about me! You think.

“Don’t give it to them!” you yell.

There was a momentary silence. Captain seemed flustered. Even a flash of movement in his eyes would mean Rumlow would drop me. You closed your eyes. This can’t go on forever. You braced for your death, because it was going to happen at some point or another. But then Pepper, who was silent all this time lifted the fallen gun and shot 3 bullets into Rumlow’s chest.

Rumlow’s lifeless body toppled over, taking mine with him too.  You scream and shut your eyes, preparing for the inevitable when a rough hand grabs your own. Captain America pulls you up and you crash into his chest. Your legs seemed to have given up as you fall down again, but this time he wouldn’t let you fall. You sit down away from the window, your back supported by his left arm and you notice his right hand still was entagled in your own. His arms were protectively wrapped around you.

Before you could thank him, something happened.

First you thought it was blood on his chest. But then it turned bright. And then his entire chest glowed. You shielded your eyes, it was that bright. Now you understood why people never looked at the Sun.

Then your chest glowed. Warmth spread through your body. You looked around. The world was slowly morphing itself from dark black hues to bright colours that you didn’t yet know the names of. You momentarily forgot how to breathe. You looked around. Everything was so beautiful, you could cry right there and then.

And then you looked at him. You saw his eyes. You saw his face, you saw his body and you saw his hand entangled in yours. He was looking at you with awe. He is so handsome, you shamelessy thought.

“You-you are my – are you my –?”

“Yeah I-I guess.” He broke in. “I am Steve Rogers…and I guess I am your soulmate now.”

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Steve Rogers. The man who saved New York City 3 years ago from an alien attack, the man who was frozen in ice for 70 years, the man who took down HYDRA singlehandedly and who saved the city of Sokovia and the entire planet from mass extinction was your soulmate, a journalist from Brooklyn who’s only special “quality” being your double jointed elbows.

Your cheeks felt hot. You had to look away sometime. With your hand still in his, and a couple of ‘ouch’s and ‘thank you’s later, you managed to get up with his help. “I’m Y/N” you say. His eyes twinkled in recognition. You felt he wanted to say, something but an urgent voice interrupted the trance you were in.

“Steve!” Pepper called out. She was looking out the window with terrified eyes.

You almost forgot Pepper was standing right behind you both, and you internally kicked yourself for looking like a dreamy puppy in front of her and Steve.

Steve ran towards where she was standing, and your hands missed his warmth after he dropped them.

Steve cursed under his breath as he looked below.

You too went that way see what they were so troubled about. You couldn’t see it at first, but then you noticed. A black parachute with some logo on it was rapidly dropping to the ground. Rumlow. How did he get out alive?

“Bullet-proof vest” Steve said, like he could read your mind. You noticed his demeanor changed completely. He looked alert and focused again.

The sound of static interrupted your thoughts. “Falcon. Rumlow is escaping. Do you have a 20 on him?” he talked into his earpiece. He stood silent as he heard what this ‘Falcon’ was telling him.

“I have to go.” Steve abruptly said. Before you could ask him where, a sound of missile approaching filled your ears. Your heart started racing as you thought of this room exploding into a ball of fire and the flesh of your bodies melting but then you realized that it wasn’t a missile. It was Iron Man. He landed where Pepper was standing. He ran into Pepper’s arms before even his mask would come off.

His hands cupped her cheeks and he softly asked her if she was okay and she said yes. He sighed and turned to Steve.

“Would you mind explaining why did a bomb go off in front of my girlfriend’s office and why did I see a parachute with HYDRA logo on it?” he said sharply.

“I don’t have time to explain. We have to stop him. He’s Rumlow, a HYDRA agent. Follow him.” He briskly walked past me, towards the door.

“Wait, and where are you going?” Stark called out to him.

“There are more down the corridor, holding people hostages. Wilson needs my help.” And with that he was gone.

“I’ll be okay” you heard Tony say to Pepper and with that he was gone too, leaving you and Pepper alone again.

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He was gone 14 minutes. Yes, you counted. But those fourteen minutes felt like 14 years. You flinched every time you heard a gun shot and you wondered if that bullet was the one that would claim the life of your soulmate.

You were surprised at how little you could do in a room full of rubble, broken glass shards, a file in a computer that you were going to sacrifice your life for, and a woman who was an Avenger’s girlfriend. You finally understood what 'blondie’ meant. It was her hair colour. She told you her hair colour was called 'golden’. She pointed to the sky and told you it was blue. She said a lot of colours after that, and your head was swimming with new words that were trying to be implant themselves in your vocabulary. You didn’t know what else to ask her. You, a journalist, who’s job revolves around asking questions, could not even bring one word out of your mouth. But your head was racing with questions.

HYDRA was still alive? You remembered reading articles about SHIELD taking down HYDRA two years ago but you didn’t know that some escaped. And you just saw Tony Stark.

You would look up to him as an idol even before he became Iron Man. You would use his qualities of perseverance and wisdom as a motivation to study. You used to marvel at his intelligence. You still do.

But all these questions and words, no matter how urgently you wanted to tell Pepper, you couldn’t. It didn’t feel like a time to ask those questions. Her soulmate was out there fighting, and yours too. You never felt more anxious.

But then Iron Man came back. Before he could say anything to Pepper, words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. “What happened? Did you capture him yet? Is Steve okay?” you hurled your questions at the man. He turned to you, his face contorted in confusion. “Do I know you?” he asked impatiently.

“I- I am a journalist. I was interviewing Pepper before those HYDRA people attacked us –”

“Liar,” he interrupted. “You’re a SHIELD agent too, aren’t you? What, is Natasha taking interns now?” he said.

Before you could reply, Pepper interjected. “No, Tony-Tony, she’s just a journalist, she’s not lying. And please be nice to her! She almost sacrificed her life to protect those files!” she scolded him.

Tony’s expressions softened a little. “Alright, sorry.” He sighed. “Look, you need to go home. It was very brave, whatever you did, but now you need to go somewhere safe.”

“What about Steve?” you hesitantly asked him.

He looked at you with pure confusion. “What…about him?” he asked.

“She’s his soulmate, Tony.” Pepper informed him.

He looked at you again, but now with plain shock. If you weren’t in this situation now, you would’ve laughed.

He turned to Pepper and they bickered under hushed tones. What are you talking about? You wanted to ask them.

“What’s your full name?” he was now in front of you.

“Y/F/N” you say.

“Okay, with that information I can access your address,  your phone number, your social security number and even your kindergarten report card. Don’t worry, I won’t do it though,” he said when you looked at him with a horrified face. “Basically what I’m saying is Steve will know where you are, but right now he’s chasing a bad guy. You need to go home. I’ll call you a driver.”

Before you could say anything more, “Uh bup bup bup. No more questions. Take the staircase. Bye!” He interrupted you, and with that you were out the door. I guess that conversation is over.

You followed the protocol, and an evacuation team brought you out of the building. You find the driver, and before you sit inside you look up at the building and wonder where he was. Probably not even there anymore. Dejected, you sat in the backseat and wondered when would you see him again.

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You forgot what sleep was. It was 1:07 am and you didn’t sleep a wink. You were pacing inside your living room, holding your third can of Red Bull. What was in those files? Why did Rumlow want them? Where was Steve now? Your scolded your mind for thinking about him too much. You flipped through all the news channels, but none showed where Steve was. All they showed was a clip of a white van being chased by Steve on a bike, which was recorded by a pedestrian. That’s it. Nothing more.

Your office called you after they saw the news. You assured them you were fine. They told you to take a day or two off, and you gladly obliged.

But your insides were gnawing away your soul. You wanted to tell someone about everything that went down today.  You called your parents, and told them what happened. You left the part out about where you were willingly letting HYDRA kill you like a sacrificial lamb, and the part about Steve Rogers. You weren’t ready for them to know about him yet.

But you still wanted someone to comfort you, to hug you and ask if you were truly okay. You wanted to cry, you wanted to laugh and you wanted to be excited with someone. But you couldn’t, because no one was there for you.

Your heart fell heavy when you thought of your best friend. No, stop thinking about her, your voice echoed weakly. She’s gone.

You just couldn’t rest. There was so much that happened today. You could see colours. Every place you went, even in your apartment, seemed completely new. You went on the internet to learn the colours, though they were the least important thing on your mind. But you had to distract yourself. You found out Steve’s suit was red, blue and white. Just like the American flag. You snorted at how extra he was.

You also saw everyone differently. You noticed the doorman’s skin colour was dark and rich and you noticed your neighbour’s dog was white in colour. You looked in the mirror and the person looking back at you seemed someone else, someone new.

Maybe this was the concept of soulmates. You become different after you meet them. You even see differently after meeting them. It’s a beautiful concept, you think. Your hand touched your chest where it glowed golden 8 hours ago. You recollected that warm feeling that spread throughout your body. You caught yourself smiling as you thought of it. That feeling brought you happiness.

A phone ring reverberated across the living room. You get up instantly and grab your phone. It was an unknown caller ID. Like a nervous child who never spoke on a phone before, you practised the 'Hello?’ in your head.

Stop being a child! You scold yourself.

“Hello?” you say after finally picking up the phone.

“Y/N?” the voice says. It’s him. You bite your lip, trying not to smile too much.

“Hi” you say politely.

“Are you home right now?” he asked. You could figure from the noises at the other end of the line that he was out.

“Yeah, why?” you ask.

“Look out the window”

Your stomach leaped with joy. You looked out the window to search for his silhouette. You found him across the street, leaning on his bike. He wore a dark brown leather jacket and a small smile on his face.

He raised his hand to wave at you.

“Hey” he said softly.

“Hi” you replied.

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Thanks for reading! Should I make this into a series? Idk lol

[mingtiddies]

prince!jihoon

genre: fluff at some point, a little funny??, prince au

word count: 2470

warnings: blood, gun violence (one shot fired), (it’s not very detailed but it’s there), mentions of sex

a/n: for some reason everytime i write for jihoon it’s super long jzhgdzjhg

● jihoon wished you would shut up

● which you’d understand if you were blabbing like prince soonyoung

● but your job made it kinda hard NOT to talk to jihoon

● you were the daughter of a high government official

● and you were following in the footsteps of your mom, by overseeing laws made by the royal family

● and also by advising the crown of laws they could make to improve the life of the kingdom

● and since prince jihoon was getting ready to be crowned king, he was already given the responsibility of making laws

● you’d seen first hand what some of the people were going through

● although crimes weren’t that big of a problem (your mom and the king had passed enough laws for the people to think twice about committing any crime)

● poverty was one that broke families apart and even started to take a toll on the economy of the kingdom

● and you had so many ideas to try and improve their lives

● the downside was that you had to talk to jihoon so he’d provide insight and actually submit the laws

● and prince jihoon hated it so much

● jihoon likes to be alone

● all the time

● so he avoided his staff as much as he could

● and jihoon loves to sleep

● and he’s also a terrible morning person

● but as future king, there’s no such thing as sleeping in

● the entire staff dreaded waking him up

● pls save them

● they thought it was a literal chore

● “rock, paper, scissors, the loser wakes up prince jihoon”

● so when you started barging into his room at 7am while the staff was deciding who would go in and wake the prince up, they felt so relieved

● so now you woke up jihoon on a daily basis

● “okay so i was thinking...”

● and the prince is irritated to no end

● one day you came to your mother’s office to review a few law requests

● and there was one from jihoon !!!

● (he rarely submits any)

● “y/n cannot speak nor approach prince jihoon for five to twenty minutes of his choosing each day”

● you laughed, albeit bitterly

● but boy almost hates you as much as soonyoung

● which is funny because soonyoung is a good friend of yours as you’ve helped his kingdom for a few months

● he has so much trouble trying to get rid of other princes

● for some reason??? they think jihoon’s kingdom is a good place to chill

● received a snap from prince seungcheol, from just outside the palace at the window

● creepy mf

● has once locked you in the dungeon

● the staff was so confused but so conflicted because your mom scares them but jihoon is the prince and his parents are the king and queen

● but you found it funny

● because you once locked jihoon in the dungeon too

● no one even noticed because he hides so much from the staff that they assumed he was hiding again

● has also locked you and prince soonyoung in the dungeon at the same time

● “WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE A DUNGEON”

● “for annoying people like YOU”

● worst decision he ever made

● because that’s when soonyoung became your best friend

● (you also befriended soonyoung’s future wife who had so much trouble keeping him in his own kingdom)

● soonyoung now texts jihoon privately too

● he mostly told him to listen to you

● another reason jihoon wanted to lock you in the dungeon:

● you always kept finding him????

● how????

● not even the staff could find him

● at some point (none of you notice) he stops being irritated when you come see him

● he still wouldn’t talk to you but at least he wouldn’t grumble and groan at everything you said

● sometimes he’d smile !!!!

● and if you pointed it out he’d scowl and go back to being expressionless

● while all of this occurs

● tension grew between the wealthy class and the poor class

● so jihoon had to listen to you now

● and so one day you were walking the public royal garden with jihoon

● (which now seems like it was a terrible idea but the people knew who you were so being seen with jihoon was a good move when public relations had purposely spread rumors of the crown working on laws to improve the life of the lower class)

● suddenly someone in the garden screamed at the two of you

● they were clearly angry and they were talking about laws to help people like him

● and before the guards accompanying you could react, the man fired a weapon in your direction

● which was originally aimed at jihoon

● but hit you instead

● the bullet hit you in the arm near the shoulder, went right through

● panic spread so fast that it took them a second to realize it was you who’d been shot

● the screams from everyone had kinda drowned yours

● jihoon was the first to hear you and he almost flipped

● just as a guard laid eyes on you (and all the blood dripping down your arm)

● (finally)

● so they rushed you to the nearest hospital

● whatever went through jihoon’s mind, his entire demeanor changed

● you think you blacked out because you can’t really remember anything from after being shot

● like it was so surreal to you

● so now you’re in a hospital bed, your arm hurt as fuck and you still don’t understand how tf this happened

● jihoon was sitting next to your bed when you woke up, on his phone trying to calm down all the princes who had seen the news

● “you look like someone died”

● (for a second prince jihoon imagined his life without you in it, and not only was it boring but it was also lonely)

● “you almost did”

● “but i didn’t”

● “but you almost did”

● “but i didn’t”

● he wanted to kill you for a hot second

● “yeah well you still got shot”

● and it’s so obvious that it bothered and affected jihoon

● but before you could say anything else, prince soonyoung barged in

● a nurse tried to stop him because “prince soonyoung you can’t risk startling a patient”

● but soonyoung barely heard the poor nurse

● “OH MY GOD Y/N YOU’RE ALIVE”

● he hugged you but it hurt you so he apologized

● and then he started hitting jihoon????

● lightly hitting because well soonyoung doesn’t really have a death wish

● still very brave of him to even touch prince jihoon

● the prince’s patience was running so thin

● “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER YOU MONSTER”

● to get him off jihoon’s case, you pretended your arm hurt more

● and it worked lmaoo

● because soonyoung immediately came to dote on you and make sure you were okay

● jihoon didn’t know and even he glanced at you worriedly before seeing your face

● your “i’m up to something” face

● and then you have like five princes in your room

● two of them being soonyoung and jihoon

● and the others were princes you’d advised on some laws

● prince minghao, prince wonwoo and prince chan

● you made one joke about being shot and everyone scolded you

● “who do we kill”

● “i need a name and a description”

● “i have royal hitmen on speed dial”

● “i already ordered his execution”

● jihoon said it so calmly?????

● it’s when he said it that you realized you were looking at him and him at you

● all the princes turned to him

● because

● that’s not really how it works here and even they know that

● the shooter would definitely be charged, but there was a protocol to follow

● and by ordering the man’s death, prince jihoon completely overlooked that

● (cough he did it for you cough)

● the princes tried to tell him

● but all jihoon replied was “he’s lucky i’m not the one executing him”

● and well it’s jihoon so would he ever admit he did it because he was angry because he almost lost you

● well surprise !!!! because he did admit to it

● the man was long found and killed 

● you had joked about prince jihoon killing to avenge/protect his people

● and he had muttered that it was just you and that he’d do it again

● which shouldn’t have been such a big surprise to you since you’d seen the look in his eyes when he had said he had ordered the execution

● oh and jihoon’s parents were pissed like seriously pissed

● a struck of luck would have it that the shooter’s actions had been so dangerous (not just for the crown and the royal court but also the people) that public relations released an immediate statement about executing the shooter as soon as he was found

● anyway so like “it’s just you though, and i’d do it again for you”

● !!!!!!!!!

● he then submitted a law that stated you should never be allowed outside of the palace’s premises without at least two royal bodyguards

● which your mother approved of, but not as a law lmaoo

● but it touched you that he cared enough to give you big men to protect you

● you teased him so much for hinting at him liking you

● and he tried to submit another law that said you weren’t allowed to talk about his feelings for you

● which !!!! actually proved to you that he did have feelings

● “you do realize my mother’s office deals with important laws right?”

● and you had the request for the law in your hand, neatly written, with the prince’s seal at the bottom

● he sat at his desk, nose buried in paperwork

● and you had a shit-eating grin on your face, leaning against his desk

● “i’m glad you’re admitting you like me though”

● the prince blushed madly and you tore up the official paper

● jihoon was almost offended as he watched the pieces dropping on his desk

● but that was okay

● because you then leaned across his desk and pecked his cheek

● it was funny because while your mother was very wary of the relationship you two began to share, the king and queen actually supported it

● your family was well respected across many kingdoms

● and it would be a plus for them to have you stay as your mother moved on to another kingdom

● it’s when the queen started pressing you and jihoon into making an announcement about getting engaged that jihoon thought

● ‘i do wanna marry her’ and that no one could be a better future queen than you

● so he did what he thought would make you both laugh at how ridiculous it was but also make you happy

● he submitted a law stating that he was to marry you at the date and location of your choice

● the squeal you let out scared tf out of your mom lol

● and she was even more confused when you ran out of the room but you’d tell her later

● it was morning

● and prince jihoon did not expect you to be reading it so early in the morning

● so when you barged into his room at like 7am he just groaned and told you to go away

● “prince jihoon, prince jihoon, prince jihoon, prince jihoon, prince jihoon”

● “let me sleep or i’ll call the guards on you”

● to be fair, you were extra annoying on purpose, bouncing on his bed and everything haha

● “jihoon~”

● he groaned again and covered his head with his covers

● which you found adorable

● your grumpy prince

● “come back in five hours”

● so unreasonable

● so you got up to leave and you were about to

● but who would you be if you didn’t tease him more? haha

● “hm i don’t know if i’ll still want to marry you in five hours, but suit yourself”

● and of course you were out of his room before he had time to process your words

● you greeted the staff on your way back to the office

● behind you people gasped and you could hear running?

● (i mean the staff hadn’t seen the prince running since he was a kid and some had never seen him run at all)

● so your words did have an impact

● although you did not expect the prince to trap you into his arms in the middle of the hallway

● “nevermind the five hours, please marry me”

● you were going to tease him a bit more

● but hearing the words coming out of his mouth rather than being written on paper kinda did things to you

● honestly you almost squealed again

● but you kept your cool and told him you’d marry him right now if he wanted to

● which he almost took to heart because he said let’s go

● you stopped him because there was no way the two of you would be getting married right now

● so he invited you to breakfast

● you had already eaten

● but you said yes regardless

● on your way to breakfast, you stopped by your mom’s office, leaving prince jihoon outside for a second

● “I’M GONNA GET MARRIED, I’M GETTING MARRIED”

● jihoon totally heard you and so did the staff walking past the prince

● he was so red lmaoo

● it was a tiny bit worth it

● you talked less and he hid less

● well at least he hid less from you

● the staff still struggled to find him, and he usually was with you

● as for you talking his ear off, it started to become a telltale sign for your nervousness and stress

● e.g when your work was stressing you out

● when you were trying to make surprises for him (birthdays were Not surprises rip)

● or when you got pregnant

● which is how he found out

● you had started advising him more than usual about laws

● just nervous blabbing about the future of children

● most of them were about protecting children, laws for orphans, laws for school

● and he kinda just put two and two together

● jihoon’s parents found it so funny that you got pregnant before the two of you were even king and queen

● parenthood had its ups and downs and both you and jihoon were relieved that you could raise your little one before being crowned

● jihoon didn’t think he could handle being a king and raising a baby

● by the time you were crowned your little prince was almost 10 years old and the two of you tried to avoid making a second one lol

● at the end of the day, if you were to be pregnant again, jihoon would be happy regardless

● around his third or fourth year of being king, jihoon developed baby fever

● him and his son both being only sons played a huge part in wanting to have another kid

● (he literally brought it up when you were having sex)

● “wouldn’t the gap be too wide between the two?”

● “let’s have two more then”

● you grumbled about being the one carrying the children for nine months

● but you ended up having two children anyways lmao

seungcheol ║ jeonghan ║ joshua ║ junhui ║ soonyoung ║ wonwoo ║ jihoon ║ seokmin ║ mingyu ║ minghao ║ seungkwan ║ vernon ║ chan

[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 27

A/N: more abuse, blood, death, some smut at the end

Katrina's POV

I was at my house in Chicago, just outside the front door of the house I shared with Elle. I stepped over the threshold and froze. Elle was there, right in front of me in a beautiful white gown with a jean jacket slung over her shoulders. Her hair hung in loose curls around her face that swung so gently when she turned to see me, a smile stretching.

She reached out a hand, her familiar twang music to my ears, "you look beautiful, Katie."

I looked down at myself and saw myself in the dress I had picked for our wedding. White with a lacey, see through top, completed by a leather jacket.

I choked on a sob when I touched her fingers and let myself be pulled into her arms. She hugged me tight, both of us clinging to the other.

"I missed you," she whispered, "so much."

I nuzzled into her shoulder, my voice wavering when I murmured, "I missed you, Ellie."

Elle squeezed me harder when my shoulders started to shake from crying. She held me tight until I started to calm down.

"Please don't leave me again," I murmured.

"I can't be around when he is, he won't let us near you," she pulled back to look at me, "Katie...he's bad news."

I glanced away, sighing, "he's trying...and I can't do anything about it...he's connected to me now."

She touched my face, drawing me to look back at her, "you can fight him. Stop him from dragging you further down. Killing people isn't you."

"That guy killed Ally, he drugged the girls who worked for him, he drugged me."

"What about the man at the cabin?"

"That wasn't me, Elle, I didn't even know."

She just arched an eyebrow at me, giving me an 'I told you so' look.

"Katrina, I know things have been hard but I don't want you to throw your life away for a dead man. I want you to live your life, go back home to your friends...get married one day."

I softly ran a hand over the smooth fabric of her dress, the dress she should have had a chance to wear, "I don't know if I can love someone else the way I love you."

She smiled, "of course not. Every person is different, you can't love two people the exact same. But you'll love again."

My eyes watered again when I whispered, "what if I don't want to? You were it for me..."

"Oh, Katie," she murmured, pulling me back into an embrace, "you can't live your life with a ghost."

My hands twisted in the fabric of her jean jacket, clenched so hard they shook, "I love you, Ellie. There's not a day that will go by where I won't think of you."

"Good," she puffed, her voice wavering, "I love you, Katie. I hope that we meet in another life so I can love you then too. But don't give up on this life, okay? You promise-"

My arms hit my chest when she disappeared and I opened my eyes to find myself in that room with the pink tub.

"Elle? Ellie? Elle! I promise!" I yelled.

"Promis what?" Neil's cold voice came from behind me.

"Neil," I breathed, turning my head to see him glaring behind me.

He grabbed me, his hand twisting painfully in my hair, shoved me down to my knees and forced my head under the water in the tub.

I screamed and thrashed, splashing water down all around me. Slapped and scratched at his arm, trying to get him to release me.

I was gasping and choking when he pulled my head above water just long enough to yell at me.

"You're mine!"

Dunk

"I want you," dunk, "to be my wife!" He raged.

I was crying everytime he brought me above water, scared that I wouldn't be able to get through to him.

"You're mine, Olivia!"

Dunk

"Mine!"

He has no idea where he is, he's going to kill me.

"Neil!" I screamed, "please!"

Dunk

He held me down longer this time, until I could feel darkness crawling in and my hands fell from his arm, but pulled me out just before I blacked out. He was panting, his arm trembling as he held my face above the water to let me cough up water.

"I'm not her," I pleaded, "I'm not Olivia!"

He froze, holding me still for a moment before letting me slump against the side of the tub. I turned, still trying to catch my breath and looked at his face. He looked horrified, staring at his hands like they didn't belong to him for a second before glancing at me, eyes watering.

"I...Katrina..." he mumbled, collapsing to the floor.

I reached out, slowly slipping my fingers over his.

"You're trying to get rid of me, aren't you?" He asked.

"What? Neil-"

"That's what you two were talking about, right? That you should get rid of me?"

"No, that's not it."

I could feel the hurt spreading through his chest, the anger simmering, "I'm trying to be good. For you. And this is how you repay me? Do you not care?"

"I care!"

He was quiet, a turmoil of emotion brewing in his chest. I could feel it growing and growing until suddenly there was nothing. He stood up, pulling me with him and crowded close to me, his face a breath away from mine. Warm hands holding my face so gently.

"Do you love me, pet?"

"Yes," I whispered.

He kissed me softly and pulled away with a smirk. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion until he pulled away and I realized I was now in a cage in the room with the fireplace.

"No, Neil, please. Please don't lock me in here again," I pleaded.

He smiled and leaned in close to the bars, "hush, pet. Be nice and quiet or I'll get rid of you."

"You'll...what?"

"You want to know how to get rid of me? You can't," he ran the back of his knuckles down my cheek, "I could kill you right now and take over your body if I wanted to, but I like you. I want to keep you alive."

A cold sweat spread over my body as I stared at him. When I said nothing, he grabbed my chin, bruising the skin and making me cry out.

"Thank you for keeping me alive," he growled.

"Thank you," I whimpered, "thank you for keeping me alive."

--

Billy's POV

Steve had asked to be called in to the hospital anytime someone was being admitted matching Katrina's description. He was always on alert, jumping every time one of our phones went off and never going far from his apartment. Riley had stayed in Salem with her sisters and Tris, all of them trying to find a way to help Katrina. If we ever find her.

There was a knock at the door, making both of us jump. Steve ran to open it, revealing Riley and Tris on the other side.

"Riley?"

"Hey," she smiled, "we have some news."

They already had Tris's aunt on a video chat and crowded around Steve's coffee table with us to listen to her.

"What do we do, auntie?"

"Do you know where your friend is?"

I shook my head, "no, we haven't found her yet."

"Did you report her missing?"

"Not yet," Steve answered, "we weren't sure what to do."

"Well, you'll want to report her missing soon. The more people looking for her, the better. It sounds like whoever has possessed her is an awful man," I clenched my jaw tight, "a demon in a humans body is unstable. He could lash out and kill her without intending to."

Steve's phone rang and he ran out of the living room to answer it.

Riley watched him leave as she talked to Tris's aunt, "which would either kill them both as her brain dies or he'd take her body as his own. But what can we do when we find her?"

Steve came back, speaking at the same time as Tris's aunt.

"I think they found her."

"You have to kill her."

--

We were allowed in to see Katrina the next day, after the doctors had her settled. She'd been brought in with a group of people that had all been caught in a fire at a seedy club downtown. Girls hooked on drugs and rich old men with smoke inhalation and minor burns. Steve told me only two people had died, the owner and his henchman, even though the building had gone up in an inferno. Briefly, I wondered if someone had been protecting everyone else inside. I imagined my mom protecting all those girls, like some kind of superhero and smiled.

There was a string of girls coming through Katrina's room while I was there, coming in to see if she was okay and to tell me to thank her when she woke up. A couple of them cried and told me she had saved their life, that the owner would have sooner had them killed than let them go. That they hadn't seen their families in years because of him. Some were quiet, just came in and gave Katrina's hand a gentle squeeze and left again.

Katrina woke up the next day, but she was just as lifeless as the last time I saw her in the triplets basement. Unresponsive and staring into nothing. Police had gotten the stories of everyone as they left and tried to talk to her but got nothing, the doctors called it shock. Steve and I knew different. They released her into our care, only because Steve knew how to take care of her, and let us take her back home.

--

Katrina's POV

I was in the forest, in a clearing surrounded by thick woods. Around me laid bloody bodies. Steve, Audrey and Brook all crumpled on the ground, the ground around them soaked with blood. Riley stood with her back to me but I could hear her crying, pleading for her attacker to stop.

"Riley!" I yelled, running around to face her.

"Katrina, please," she begged, "you can stop this."

I stopped in my tracks, seeing myself staring at her with a knife in my hand. The twisted version of me, dirty and bloody with black eyes. It pounced on Riley, knocking her to the ground and stabbing her. A smile stretched when it heard her choking. It got up and left her there, coughing up blood and dying on the ground. I ran forward, falling to my knees next to Riley and tried to press my hands down on the wound but they went right through her.

"Riley," I sobbed, trying over and over again to press my hands against the wound, "Riley, hang on, it's gunna be okay."

She gurgled and stilled, blood still flowing around her.

"No," I pleaded, "no, Riley, it's okay, you're okay. Wake up, please-"

"Katrina, wake up, please!"

My head snapped up at Billy's voice. I saw him across the clearing, standing in front of the other me, his cheeks shining with tears.

"There is no Katrina," it growled, the blade at Billy's throat glinting.

"No!" I screamed, trying to run forward.

It moved before I'd even taken five steps, it's arm sweeping out. Billy's hands flew up to his throat, his face shocked as blood started to flow through his fingers.

I fell to my knees, wailing in the dirt as I watched the life leave his body. The other me howled with laughter, louder and louder, covering my screams until it suddenly stopped.

A gentle hand grabbed my shoulder and I turned to see Neil crouching next to me. I drooped forward into his chest, letting his strong arms lock around my back.

"Quiet now, pet. I'm here," he soothed.

I shuddered, unable to catch my breath through my sobs.

"Focus, breathe. With me."

He took slow, deep breaths, his chest rising and falling against my cheek. I inhaled his cologne, letting it fill my senses as my breathing slowed.

"Good," he murmured against my hair, "just relax. The more we work together, the less you fight me, the more we can control ourselves. If we fight, we'll lose control and end up doing something like this. And we don't want that, do we?"

"No," I whispered, "I'll be good."

--

"Good morning, pet," Neil said as he approached the bars of my cage.

"Neil," I breathed, coming to cling to the cool metal, "you came back."

"Of course," he smirked, "did you miss me?"

I looked up at him with watery eyes, "yes...will you stay with me? Just for a little?"

His face softened, "of course."

The cage disappeared and he closed in, holding me to him. He walked us backwards, tipping us back to lay across a bed. I curled into him, enjoying this brief kindness.

"I hate having to lock you away," he mumbled, "I want us to live together happily."

I said nothing, just pressed closer to him.

"You know why I'm this way, don't you? You could see the flashbacks?"

I nodded.

"Then you know that it's not my fault. I was never like this before...I just get so angry...and seeing you flaunt yourself for someone else..I-"

"Neil," I murmured, rolling on top of him so my lips brushed his, "can we do something else? Please?"

He hummed and pressed up to kiss me, his hands trailing down my sides to grab my hips.

I let him take control. I let him take everything, my pride, my body, I gave it all.

I rode him until my legs quaked and the only thing holding me up was his hand against my throat. He pushed my face down into the bed, the soft blankets soaking up my tears as he took me from behind, his hips snapping harshly into my skin. Roaming hands burned and left bruises where he grabbed too hard. Twisted in my hair to yank my head back and bite down my neck.

"You're mine," he growled.

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I woke up in my own body again and let out a choked sob. Someone stirred beside me and I turned my head to see that I was in Steve's apartment with Riley reading in a chair beside the bed.

She looked up and gasped, "oh my God! Katrina? Is that you?"

Tears slipped down my cheeks when I nodded and she scrambled forward to hug me.

"Riley, are you, are you okay?"

She squeezed me tight, "of course, just had a bump on my head for a few days, Steve babied me until it went away," she laughed.

"Is he here?"

She pulled out of the hug, leaving her hands on my shoulders, "he's at work but Billy is just in the living room. I'll go get him, he's gunna be so happy!"

She ran out of the room and returned a moment later with Billy who crowded in to hug me. Over his shoulder, I saw Riley stand in the doorway for a second before leaving us alone.

"Holy shit. I was starting to think the worst," he murmured into my shoulder.

I broke, clinging there to him, and started to sob, "I thought you gave up on me."

"Hey," he soothed, "we would never, don't you know that?"

"I'm scared, Billy," I cried.

"Why? What's going on?"

I took a shuddering breath, trying to calm myself enough to talk.

"Neil, he..he gets so angry. It's like a switch, one second he's fine and the next he's..."

I could feel Billy's jaw clenching against my head, his fingers tightening on my back.

"When he's like that...he scares me. He..tries to hurt me...he could get rid of me, take over for good."

"Oh, Katrina," he sighed, nuzzling his head into mine, "I'm sorry...I have bad news."

I pulled back to look up at him, "what, did I hurt someone?"

"No. We found someone who knew how to get rid of Neil.."

"Well that's good news, right?"

He glanced away from me, "no, it's not. Katrina, the only way to get rid of him...is to kill you."

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[thorman-barnes]

Stucky x Reader

prompt: Being immensely proud when little one takes their first steps alone.

Bucky walked out of the room, pushing his hair away from his eyes and lazily scratching his chest. It was around three in the afternoon when he woke up from the nap he and his son, Sam, had taken while you and Steve were out.

The two of you had gone grocery shopping and looking for some paint to repaint your bedroom walls. It was a few hours that you both were out of the house. You even called a few times to check in on them, being the protective mother and wife that you are.

And while you and Steve were out of the house, Bucky and Sam kept busy. They watched some cartoons and ate a bowl of fresh cut fruit that you prepared before leaving. Bucky ate all the strawberries and bananas while Sam ate all the melons and mangos.

Then, they colored in a coloring book and an old sketch book of Steve's. Sam always found great joy drawing in his other dad's sketch book. While Steve left the pictures in shades, Sam tried to put color into them, his favorite notebooks were the ones that had objects. Steve had different notebooks for different things, some sketch books were for portraits and people, another was for buildings, objects, and he had another one that wasn't meant for a kid's eyes because, well, they weren't appropriate drawings of you and Bucky.

The two even made a fort in the living room. Blankets and pillows everywhere as the two crawled underneath them and settled in the middle of the fort. Bucky found your laptop in your office and played a movie as the two laid inside the fort drinking some apple juice (Sam) and some beer (Bucky, who told Sam it was tea he wouldn't like).

The two didn't know what to do with themselves. Sam was growing impatient because Steve promised to take him to the park and when Bucky attempted to take him, Sam refused because he wanted to go wait for his other dad too.

So with nothing to do, the two went back to your bedroom and took a nap. Bucky closed the curtains, turned on the AC set up in the bedroom and pulled his son onto his chest. His little head tucked underneath Bucky's chin. Sam was more like you and Steve, but he could fall asleep just as fast as Bucky and sleep like the dead just as Bucky.

And having never picked up their sacred fort, he was surprised when he saw the blankets neatly folded beside that coffee table that was put back to its place, and the pillows piled up on the couch.

"Morning, sleepy head," you smiled from the arm chair, closing your laptop. His eyes landed on Steve laying down on the couch beside you.

"When'd you two get back?" He asked, nudging Steve's legs so he can lift them. He slid underneath his legs and Steve set them back down on Bucky's lap, his eyes glued to the movie playing on the screen.

"About two hours ago," Steve answered his flickering to Bucky momentarily before he looked back at the wide screen that you had gotten just a month ago with the raise you got at work. "I tried waking you both up but you said something like-"

"Fuck off," You grinned at Bucky, his heart rate increasing as you stared at him adoringly.

"Y/N almost slapped you for saying that in front of Sam," Steve chuckled, remembering how Y/N's mouth dropped and she was ready to pinch him awake.

"I'm hardly ever home, working my ass off, and my husband tells me fuc-"

"That's a bad word, mommy," came a small, sleepy voice from the entrance of the hallway.

Yours, Steve's and Bucky's heads shot up and turned to the hallway. Your son stood there in his matching Spider-Man pajama pants and shirt, rubbing his eyes.

"Am I seeing things?" Steve whispered more to himself than to you both. All three of you were frozen. Bucky thought he was still dreaming, Steve was certain he was hallucinating, and you were rapidly blinking, trying to put two and two together.

For months you three have been trying to get him to walk and it never happened. On your days off, you took him to the doctor to make sure he was okay because he was way past the age of when he should already be walking. For some time, you believed he was already walking while you working and Steve and Bucky played a cruel prank on you by not telling you or taking video at least.

"My baby boy," you stood up, holding your arms out to him. Bucky and Steve held their breaths, watching as you crouched onto the floor at Bucky's feet, waiting for Sam to take some steps, to see him walk over. "Come here, baby."

"Hi, mommy," he smiled lazily and began making his way over to you. He stumbled a little and everytime he did, you inched closer, hoping he didn't fall over and get discouraged. You could hear Steve sitting up and lean over Bucky's lap to watch the whole moment and Bucky suck in a breath every time Sam stumbled.

When he was close enough to your outstretched arms, he leaped forward and you caught him, jumping up with him in your arms. "Oh, my baby! I'm so proud of you, my little angel," you smiled and pressed him closer to you, spinning him around as he gigfled, his chubby arms wrapping around your neck.

"Look at you go, baby," Steve stood up, rubbing the back of Sam's dark, soft curls. Sam leaned into Steve's hand, smiling, happy about the attention that he's getting. That's another thing he and Bucky did have in common, the two craved attention.

"Before we know it, he's going to be running out the front door," Bucky grinned, taking Sam from your arms, throwing him into the air. Sam squealed and burst into a fit of giggles in Bucky's arms, his head falling back as he laughed loudly, causing Bucky to laugh with him.

"James!" You screamed, hitting the back of his head. "Stop that!"

Steve laughed when Sam laughed louder at his father's expense. He was going weak in Bucky's arms as Bucky gave you a quick, playful glare.

"Mommy's going to kill daddy," Steve told Sam, taking him from Bucky's hold. He had one arm around Sam's waist and the other under Sam's bottom. Sam smiled at you and Bucky as he leaned back onto Steve's chest. "Who are we going for, baby?"

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[alswonderland]

Its time

↳Peter Parker x f!reader

↳ Pregnant au/ married life au with Peter Parker where Peter and reader prepare for the arrival of a new member.

↳Warning: avengers being cute af, fluffy goodness, married couple stuff, Peter being suggestive (slightly)

↳A/n: dude you have no clue how long I have been wanting to post this for. I kept procrastinating on writing it even thought I loved the idea.

*edited from the original version*

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“Y/n!” Peter screamed at the top of his lungs “can you get the screws as well?” he asked his 9 month pregnant wife.

Peter was in the middle of setting a baby crib that he had ordered online when you were 3 months pregnant, but due to really bad shipping arrangements the crib had only come two days go. 

Which is why both you and your husband(mostly your husband, because he wasn't letting you do anything) were trying to build the crib as fast as you could because you never know when the baby would pop right out of you, since you were now very close to your due date.

“Coming, coming” you waddled your way to Peter. You gave him the desired object and held your very round belly. “Do you see that sweety, do you see what daddy is making for you? this is going to be your new bed!” you looked at Peter and newly made crib.

You had started to pick up the habit of talking to your baby in the middle of your pregnancy due to the fact that you were bored of staying home alone the entire day, you spoke to your baby, telling him stories about how you and Peter met and how excited is everyone to meet the little one.

Peter looked at you in awe as you rubbed your belly and smiled at your bump. He got on his knees and looked your big belly. He rubbed small circles and whispered soft things only for your infant to hear. Father-son bonding time as he liked to call. 

When ever Peter had time, whether it was after long hours of work at the bureau or going on business trips with Tony , your husband would always find a way to talk to your baby.  

Peter got up from his position to cup your face in his soft hands. “I love you” he said as he kissed your temple softly. 

“I love you, too”

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You opened an eye looking at the glowing red light next to your bed, 3 am. You let out a small groan, angry, it was 3 am and you couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried because everytime your eyes closed you would see that beautiful chocolate cake you saw at the grocery store the day before when you went for a late night grocery run with Peter. 

“i knew i should've bought it” you thought resting your hand on your belly and felt kicks. “are you thinking about it too?” smiling you looked over to your sleeping husband. Mouth wide open,  a bit of drool threatening to fall on the baby blue pillowcase he was sleeping on. What a cutie. 

You leaned over to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

You slowly removed the covers of your body and tried get off the bed without making any sounds to make up the sleeping beauty next to you. 

“ouch, that hurt!” You whined softly, as you rubbed the area you got kicked “whats wrong?” you pouted.

“Food?” you questioned in a amused tone, and got a kick as a response. With that you walked out of your shared bedroom and made your way to the kitchen. 

“What should we eat?” You bent down a little to look at the items inside your refrigerator.

“Broccoli? Nah who we kidding we ain’t healthy, pasta? Hmm maybe in the morning,” both hungry and  frustrated from no sleep you shut the fridge a bit to hard. You winced at the noise of magnets falling on the floor and prayed that Peter hadn’t woken up. 

“We literally don’t have anything to eat!” you kicked the magnets out of the kitchen making a mental note to tell him in the morning to pick it up. You let a annoyed sigh, when you remembered Peter buying some snacks.

“Ah ha!” You exclaimed looking at the pack of chocolate chips in your pantry. “ I knew I had this somewhere” you grined.

You looked at your belly which was covered in one of Peter’s extra large graphics t-shirts, and said “ let’s get baking kiddo.”

“Ahh smells so good!!!” You exclaimed as you mixed the dough with the chocolate chips “if only I can taste it” you said with a slight pout, as you brought the spoon next to your mouth.

“Don’t you even think about it” said Peter making you jump in fright.

“OMG BABE! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO? SCARE THE BABY OUT OF ME?” You screamed as you placed your hand on your rapidly beating heart.

Peter, no longer leaning on the doorway of your kitchen made his way to you. His arms holding you in a soft embrace, as he muttered soft words to calm your poor heart. He kissed your forehead and apologized profusely.

“Y/n what are you even doing here? At this time? It’s almost 3:30?”

“I... well you see Junior over here got hungry and decided that it would be fun playing soccer in my tummy till he gets my attention which he did. So I came into the kitchen to see what is there to eat, but didn’t find anything that I wanted then I remembered that we have chocolate chips left so”

“So you wanted to bake cookies” said Peter with a beautiful grin.

“Oh you know me so well, Mr. Husband” you cooed as you pecked his lips.

He smiled at the gesture and shook his head at your cute antics.

“Well then, since you’re going to be baking cookies I might as well help you. Now go on sit down, and let me do the rest.”

With that he sent you out of the kitchen and put the cookies in the oven and cleaned the kitchen as you eagerly waited for them to be done.

You walked back into the kitchen to see if your treats were ready to eat instead you were faced with your husbands back who was in the process of cleaning the dishes.

“wait what are you doing here” you poked Peter’s arm. “i woke up when you kissed me” he shrug as he continued to do the dishes. “you know babe i really thought i was gonna get something more than just a kiss on the forehead since....well you know.... you were up during fuckboy hours but i guess not” he pouted and then winked “and since we are up now” he sang wiggling his eyebrows, you hit his arms laughing.

“Peter” you gasp “how can you say that and in front of your son ” you faked a shocked expression as Peter jokingly started to strip out of his pjs. 

‘wow a dinner and a show im so lucky’ you thought as you took a bite of a cookie.

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“ OMG BABE!!!!” Peter’s screams rang through the house.

“What what is? What happened? Who died” you came in as fast as you could while you held onto your belly.

“Honey walk slowly you might get hurt” Peter extended his arm for you to take and gently put you down on you shared bed.

“Nothing like that happened but I just realized that you due date is in a week!!!” He exclaimed. “ IN A WEEK!”

“Can you imagine it? A mini me will be waking around this very spot in a week, Y/n can you imagine!!!” He spoke, his eyes shining with each word.

You smiled “ well he won’t be walking yet but YES IM SO EXCITED! Oh that reminds me, I kind of bought some more baby clothes the other day with Nat. Only because they were so cute!” You gushed. “You should’ve been there Peter that store is magical” he laughed at your child like behavior and went to get the bag of clothes from the closet.

“Did you find it?” You asked, getting ready to get them yourself.

“I got it. I got it” he said as he brought a baby blue bag along with a big brown book.

“also look at what I found” he waved your photo album in the air and sat next to you.

“Awe look it’s little Peter with his little willy,” You pointed at your husband’s baby picture.

 Peter’s faced became red, he cleared his throat and turned the page to avoid any more of your comments,  “well its not so small now is it” he let out of a soft ouch and rubbed his arm because you hit his arm for saying such things near his soon-to-be-born baby

As you looked through the album of memories, you started to feel intense pain in your lower abdomen. 

Little driblets of sweat started to from on your forehead and you breathing started to be come more heavy. 

Peter noticed the change in your behavior and placed a hand on the small of back to calm you down. You smiled at him weakly, and grabbed his thigh when the pain became unbearable. 

“P-peter” you quietly let out, “I-I think it’s time” you said looking in between your legs and saw the small water soaking your pants. 

Your water broke.

Peter’s calm expression morphed into a panicked one as he hurriedly took the hospital bag and walked you to the car. 

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The dull colors of the Hospital was making Peter feel more nervous than he actually felt. The thought of something happening to you or the baby in the process of the delivery kept running circles in his mind due to the stress and anxiety he was feeling at that moment. He knew he should not be worrying both you and the baby were in perfect condition, but he was not able to get those nasty thoughts out of his mind. 

Peter felt someone’s hand be placed on his shoulder he quickly looked up and saw Tony’s warm brown eyes. Tony gave him a reassuring smile and open his arms to initiate a hug. Peter overwhelmed with emotion cried in Tony’s affectionate embrace. 

“I’m going to be father” he sobs “I’m going to be Father”. Tony pulled away and looked at Peter in the eye. He cupped his face and whipped the tears away. 

“I know you are. You’re going to be a great one at that.” Tony smiled at the boy whom he saw grow into the fine young man he is today. 

“IM GOING TO BE A UNCLE YALL!!!!” a loud voice rang through the hall. Peter laughed at the familiar voice. He saw his friend Wade wave at him dressed up as a baby sitting in a baby stroller, he waved at the two men while being pushed by Sam and Bucky. 

“He’s so gonna get killed by them by the end of the day” whispered Tony. 

“definitely” Peter said laughing.  

Peter left his father figure when the nurse came to tell him that the contraction has begun.

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You were sitting on the bed with your baby in your embrace, Peter walked up to you and kissed your chapped lips. He leaned forwards and whispered to you how well you did during this hard process. 

“I should go call them,” he kissed the baby and went out.

Peter walked out of the delivery room with a huge smile that light the entire room “you can come see him now” he said and walked back inside to sit beside you on the bed. 

Everyone made their way to the room, walking slowly trying not to wake your newborn. 

“he is so precious,” cooed Natasha as she softly grazed his skin with her finger. “Can I hold him?” she asked. You nodded and let your best friend hold your baby boy. 

“what’s his name” asked Tony as he walked up to the red headed who was caressing the infant. 

“Harry Benjamin Parker” Peter said smiling, “Y/n chose it, but next time i will be the one choosing the name for our child” Peter said and you nodded. 

 “ Next time?” Thor said laughing. “You already planed on the next time Peter?” Thor teased Peter after seeing his face go red. 

“Hey, Hey blondie, stop teasing my son, and auntie Nat can I please hold my grandchild?” Tony said showing his pearly whites in order to get Harry. 

“Why should you get to hold Harry next!” said Steve. “I am the oldest!” 

“No, I should hold harry next,” quipped Thor “It’s always an honor to be held by a god,” 

“A god? oh please, let me hold My God Son harry, since I am his god father! I am his Sirius Black,” said Wade. 

“Wade we never made you the god father,” Peter quietly let out as he took Harry back from Natasha’s hand in fear that something might happen while everyone is fighting to hold his son. 

One of the nurses walked in to your room worried because of the arguing she heard from outside. She would've never thought that one day  she would see the worlds mightiest heroes fighting to hold a baby, but here she was.

Furious because this is most certainly not how one acts in a hospital she kicked them out of the room, and lectured them about how to behave in a hospital.

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