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satorusugurugurl · 5 months ago

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Til’ the Day that I Die (Chapter Four)

Summary: You’re a popstar in need of a bodyguard when you find yourself with a stalker. That’s how you meet Fushiguro Toji, you’re insanely hot bodyguard. Who knows how to push your buttons, and get you feeling flustered. Just how far is he willing to go to protect you? And how far would you go to protect him?

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, grief, language, anxiety, stalking, some slight fluff

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: fun fact—this was supposed to be five parts, its gonna be a bit long because this has taken a life of its own 😅💚

Part One Part Two Part Three

“Oh—” You whispered, stepping forward closer to the shrine. Incense was burning in front of a picture of a beautiful woman with black hair. A small mochi and vase with wildflowers sat beside her photo. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

”Thank you—”

Toji exhaled through his nose, ruffling the top of Megumi’s head as you approached the shrine, kneeling before it, closing your eyes as you bowed your head. Seeing you move so fast, dropping before his late wife's shrine, left Toji feeling both appreciative and sick to his stomach at the same time. Maybe part of It was because he still missed his sweet wife, or perhaps it was because he’s been so wrong about you.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home, Mrs. Fushiguro.”

The sincerity behind your words felt like a knife in his stomach. Yeah, he had definitely misjudged you. He wished he could take back what he had told you earlier this night. But time didn't work like that. Toji assumed you were a spoiled rotten brat and blatantly said that to your face. There was no taking back those shitty assumptions.

But what he could do was make up for what he had said.

“She would have loved to have you. Wouldn't she squirt?” He asked, ruffling Megumi’s hair.

You glanced over your shoulder, watching Megumi grip his father's pants, nodding his head. A slight flush dusted his cheeks as you smiled sympathetically at him. It must have been hard losing his mother at such a young age; you couldn't even imagine what that must have been like. But Toji, you were in actual awe of him.

Not only did he work for a well-renowned security company, but he was also a single father. Balancing work, raising a child, and caring for a house must be hard as hell. A sudden respect for the mountain of the man blossomed in your chest as he stared at his son, lovingly stroking his hair back.

”I should probably get him to bed, then we can get you settled in, okay?”

You nodded in agreement, watching as he placed his hand on Megumi’s head, turning him to head down a hall. “Goodnight, Miss.” The little tyke said, waving at you, which had your heart squeezing in your chest as you waved back.

When they disappeared into a room, you pushed yourself off the ground, looking around the living; despite being a bit dusty, it was surprisingly well organized. You admired the different photos on bookcases, from Toji and Megumi to pictures of his late wife. As you looked at each photo, you grounded yourself, swallowing at a sadness lumping in your throat. In each photo of his wife, Megumi was a baby. There were no photos of her with him as a toddler or a child, meaning she probably passed before she could watch him grow. That sadness tugged at your heart, making breathing almost hard as you felt nothing but empathy for the family who’d so selflessly taken you in.

“She’s staying for a while?” Megumi asked softly as Toji lifted the sheets for him.

“Yep, you good with that kiddo? If you're not, I could call Shiu.”

“I don't mind—” Toji cocked a dark brow watching Megumi grab his white wolf plushie hugging it. “She’s pretty.”

Those words nearly sent Toji reeling back as he gawked at his son. “Pretty?” Megumi nodded, pursing his lips together as he shot his father a quick, curious glance. Thanks to Toji’s profession, he was a professional at reading people, and that talent extended to his son. “Yeah, she is. But Megumi, this is strictly professional, you know that, right?” When his son just stared at him, he signed. “There’s nothing between us, and I assure you there won't be.” The dismissive tone of Toji’s words left Megumi blinking.

“Why?”

“Because it’s unprofessional. It's my job to protect her.”

He pulled the sheets up to Megumi’s chin, tucking him in. “You know you don't have to worry about me.” Megumi rubbed his face into the plushie fur. “I wouldn't mind you seeing her.” Toji rolled his eyes, pushing Megumi’s bangs off his forehead and pressing a kiss there.

“She’s a client, kid.”

“So?”

How was it possible for a kid to be this intrusive? “Okay, that’s enough questions, go to sleep.” The floorboards creaked under Toji’s weight as he headed for the hall. “Night Megumi.”

“Night, Dad.”

Shutting the door to his son’s room, Toji was left alone in the hall's silence with his thoughts. He knew there would be a day when Megumi would ask him about his dating life. He was sure how he would react, whether he didn't like the idea or was indifferent. But this was a reaction he hadn't been expecting. For Megumi to basically give Toji his blessing to date you was literally unfathomable. And he had said it with such a straight face!

Megumi didn't know you; he'd barely met you, hardly said less than twenty words to you, and was giving His father permission. Your presence had that much of an impact on him? The same woman he had deemed a spoiled brat had won his son over merely by smiling and being kind.

He'd have to make sure Megumi knew you weren't staying forever. This arrangement was a temporary deal. One designed to keep you safe and out of harm's way.

As he headed into the living room, rubbing the back of his neck, thinking of how he could word it, he saw you standing in front of the bookcases, staring at the photos that lined the shelves. He'd been expecting to see an unreadable, almost bored face as you waited for him. What he was met with had him frozen in his spot.

Tears, literal tears welled in your eyes. You were crying while looking at pictures of his wife. The woman who’s impacted him in so many ways. Who had blessed him with a son who was so much like her? The same woman he had mourned for the last five years. Seeing you like that only made Toji regret his earlier words even more. With a sigh, Toji cleared his throat as he entered the living room, stomping his feet a little too loud to give you time to wipe the stray tears off your face.

“Sorry about the wait.”

“Oh, you’re fine; I’m the one imposing on your family.”

Toji wanted to argue and tell you to shut up, but he let it go. You weren’t a burden. He was happy to help you because it was the right thing to do.

So, instead of yelling or starting another argument, Toji stepped forward, ruffling the top of your head. “Come on, I’ll give ya’ a tour.” The apartment was lovely, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, and a balcony overlooking the city. It was a pleasant, quiet home perfect for the two of them. It was also the place that you would call home for an indefinite future. “It’s a little cramped, but it’s still home.”

You both made your way back out to the living room. Where you were fiddling with your thumbs and anxiously looking around. Toji was watching you closely as he had been doing the entire night. You have been through so much in the last few hours he didn’t wanna push you further than you had been so far. Right now, the best thing he could do was get in bed and sleep this terrible night off.

He cleared his throat around the living room before moving the cushions off the couch. Upon seeing him moving, you jumped to help him take the cushions from him and place them off to the side—something his previous clients wouldn’t be caught dead. Then again, you weren’t like his other clients. The more time he spent with you, the more evident that became.

“You realize you don’t have to help me do this right.”

“What kind of house would I be if I didn’t help?”

Toji shook his head as he moved the coffee table to the side. “Ya’ know, I think you’re the only houseguest that has ever done this with me.” you shook your head this time, giving him an almost smug smile.

“Well, I think I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

You laughed, and God, it was sweet and light as air. A sound that ceased all of Toji’s movements as he looked up at you. After everything you had gone through tonight, you were still able to laugh and smile. And it wasn’t that fake laugh for the smile he watched you put on when you were at the stadium. You'd been through hell and back this evening, but you were grinning despite everything that you had gone through. Knowing that someone had gotten into your home, you were staying in a stranger's house, yet you were laughing a carefree giggle. For you to still be able to smile like everything was fine when he knew it took resilience and guts.

You hummed, rubbing at the back of your neck. Unaware of the watchful gaze that Toji was shooting in your direction. “I bet you have a lot of interesting stories to tell.” Your words pull him out of the stupor he found himself in while staring at your delicate features and pretty face.

“Uhm, yeah, yeah, I do have a lot of stories I could tell. But let’s put a pin in that; you had a long day. You need to get some rest.” Toji stretched his arms above his head before stretching the arms across his chest. “If you give me a few minutes, I can change the sheets on my bed, and you can shower.”

“Your bed?”

Toji blinked, looking away before looking back and meeting your confused gaze. “Yeah, I’m taking the couch; you can stay in my bed.” From the way you crossed your arms and fed your brows, Toji knew you didn’t approve of this idea.

“I’m not the type to kick you out of your bed because I’m staying with you. I am perfectly capable of sleeping on a pull-out bed.”

“No one said you weren’t, Doll Face.” The mere annoyance etched into his voice didn't faze you in the slightest. “Anyways, I'm sleeping here. So I'm going to go change my sheets, get you a towel, and then you can rest.”

“Just grab me a towel; I really don't mind sleeping out here.”

A vein in Toji’s forehead throbbed as he slowly turned to glare down at you, putting on the fakest smile he could muster. “You’re a brat, you know that? I'm trying to be nice and offer you my bed so you can get a good night’s sleep.” Navy eyes watched as you shrugged, fucking shrugged at his words.

“Don't take this the wrong way, but I would prefer you to be on your A-Game tomorrow. You are my bodyguard, after all. If anyone should get a good night's sleep, it should be you.”

With pure satisfaction, you watched Toji open his mouth to argue before slowly closing it. A cocky smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as your tall; muscular bodyguard couldn't bring himself to argue or disagree with you. Seeing that expression on your face, Toji’s eyes were twitching; maybe you were a brat.

“Ooh, you sure Miss Pop-Princess won’t mind sleeping on the couch? I wouldn't want it ruining your back~”

Instead of snapping or giving him attitude, Toji watched as you slowly tilted your head to the side. “You do realize I have slept on my fair share of couches before I was famous and after the fact.” Toji blinked, watching you run your hands over the mattress. “When I was staying with my friends, I slept on their sofa, and they didn't even have a pull-out mattress, so this is a step up.” Damn, you were just—normal.

“Fuck, you aren't like other clients I've had in the past.”

“Is that a good thing?”

You watched as Toji’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Eh, I don't know yet.” You glared at him, but your glare was cut short as he threw a pillow at your face. “Relax, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. You're just different. But sometimes different is good.”

Sometimes different was good?

Toji’s words had you tossing and turning on the pull-out bed. You sighed, staring at the ceiling as you tossed and turned, and his words echoed in your mind. After everything that had happened to you in the last few hours, you weren't sure if you agreed with him.

In fact, ever since you had gone viral, things have been incredibly different for you. And you weren't sure if it was a good thing. Your fame had its perks, of course. You made good money, more than enough to give back to the community and help those who couldn't help themselves. But, the downsides were turning out to be—worse than you ever imagined.

Your anxiety was at an all-time high; you had a stalker who had been watching you for god knows how long, and you were staying with your bodyguard, whom you knew practically nothing about. Well, that last part wasn't as bad as the other two drastic changes you were experiencing. Did that fact make it any less nerve-wracking and anxiety-inducing? No, it didn't.

Those thoughts plagued your mind all night; from the time Toji left you to shower until then, the blue velvet sky outside began turning a light shade of orange with the promise of morning. There was no way you were going to be able to sleep. You had come to terms with that fact before you even stepped foot into Toji's apartment building. The anxiety had dug its claws into you. Its talons seep into your skin like a poison meant to keep you up for all night hours.

Hopefully, this won't be a permanent change in your life.

The orange hue shifted to a lilac shade with pink clouds. At that point, you had given up on sleeping altogether, opting to sit on the fold-out bed and stare at the different shapes forming in the clouds. Just as you watched a rabbit shift into an elephant, a soft creaking sound pulled your attention away from the window.

Megumi wandered out of his room, rubbing his eyes as he looked around. Navy blue eyes met yours, and he stared at you for a second before continuing his way into the living room. He was silent as he plopped down on the end of the mattress, looking at the black screen of the television.

“You wanna watch television?” You questioned in a soft, almost motherly tone.

“No, I’m okay.” His timid voice melted your heart, but you could tell from how he stole glances at you that he had something to say.

“You sure about that.”

Another silence spread before he turned to look over his shoulder at you. “Yeah.” Little fingers picked at the thick blanket Toji had given you. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, thank you for asking. How about you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, pulling a piece of lint to the blanket. “I slept okay.” Nodding your head, you sighed, looking out at the sky.

“Well, from the sounds of it, we both didn't sleep very well, and there's only one cure for a rough night.”

Your words had Megumi’s head snapping in your direction, curiosity gleaming in his big doe-eyed. “There’s a cure?” With a wide bobcat grin, you picked the blankets off yourself.

“Yes, and thankfully, I know the only cure out there. Wanna help me?” Megumi took your hand without hesitation, giving it a squeeze as you both headed beaded into the kitchen. “I can assure you that this cure will be the tastiest cure of them all.”

The smell of bacon pulled Toji out of dreamland. He groaned, running his hands down his face, and sat up, glancing at the clock. It was seven thirty, and Megumi was already up and about, staring at his day, much like his mother used to do. This would come in handy in the future, but for a six-year-old to be up cooking seemed unlikely, so it had to be you. At least Toji hoped it was you.

As tempting as it was to stay in bed and fall back asleep, the soft clattering from the kitchen urged Toji to investigate. Slipping on his grey sweats with a sigh, Toji headed out to the kitchen, where he found his son eating breakfast on one of the barstools. He was seconds away from scolding his son to wake him up the next time he was hungry when he heard the soft singing resonating from the stove.

There he saw you. You were swaying your hips to music softly playing on your phone. You were completely oblivious to him watching you as you flipped a pancake over in the frying pan you used. Normally, he'd be slightly irritated if someone he didn't know was using his kitchen and groceries without asking.

But you looked so pretty, mindlessly singing as you cooked breakfast. Not only his son, but for him too from the second plate sitting off to the side, and the third you were plating must be for you. It had been so long since Toji’s kitchen was filled with warmth, singing, and life. It was so strange, different.

But then again, different was sometimes good.

It was so good that Toji crept over to stand behind you, watching you flip the pancake to cook it perfectly. You still were unaware of his presence, which was slightly concerning, seeing that you were being stalked by a crazed maniac right now. That was something you both would have to work on in the future. For now, Toji was going to have a bit of fun.

He leaned as close as he could to your ear before chuckling. “I didn't know the Pop-Princess could cook.” When it came to startling you, Toji had expected a few things to happen. You’d likely react with a fight-or-flight. He imagined you trying to take a swing at him, which he could easily avoid. It made sense; you'd be on high alert, ready to fight for your life if needed.

Instead, a warm pancake smacked him in the face. He just stood there as the pancake slowly slid down his face, revealing your startled face and staring up at him in fear. Out of everything you could have used to your advantage, you threw a pancake at him. A flat, soft, warm breakfast treat had been the only line of defense you'd choose to use—when you were holding a frying pan. As the pancake fell to the floor with a soft thump, you and Toju stared into each other's eyes.

Toji had his work cut out for him.

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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♡♡Mother Mother Monster!♡♡

《Mother: A parental being known to take care their young.》

《Gojo Satoru/Yandere! Reader》

[Warnings: Yandere!Reader Also, I don't condone these actions. This was purely for fun and such. If uncomfortable, please don't read. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT]

"You old hag, get away from me!"

"Gramps!"

"Grandfather please settle down.."

"Don't call me that, witch!"

A young woman sighs at the older man as she fixes up the tea she made for him. Picking up the morning newspaper in hand as she sets the tea and paper on a small table. The older Itadori scowls, put picks up the tea and paper. Grumbling about how it's to sweet for his taste.

The younger Itadori smiles at his grandpa, sitting next to him on the floor. Digging into the tasty snack that his mother had prepared. "Go sit at the table boy!" Yuji stubbornly shook his head. "No, I wanna eat with you Gramps!"

The boy smiled happily, as a hand leand down to wipe off the crumbs from his chubby face.

"Yuji, don't talk with your mouthful. You'll choke." A tender voice said from beside them. The pink haired boy nods his head. "Sorry mom.." "No worries sweetie! Don't forget to drink your juice."

Wasuke frowns. "Don't drink it Yuji, she'll poison you."

"Pffbbbffttt-!"

The old man laughs at his grandson gullibleness, yet his laughter ceased when the little tyke starts to tear up. "Grandfather! That wasn't nice!" (Y/N) said, holding Yuji close as she wipes the juice off the boys face.

"You can't blame me for thinking that, I know how you were with Jin back in high-school."

(Y/N) frowns at Wasuke, knowing what he was getting at. "Mom poisoned dad before?" Yuji asked with childish wonder in his tone.

"A-ah, um, no sweetie... You see, mommy poisoned her classmates to make sure your daddy would be all to herself."

"Why?"

"Because, your mommy loved daddy very much..."

"Why?"

"Because she's insane." Wasuke informed the little boy, glaring at the so-called "mother".

"Why?" Yuji asked a third time, which made the old man sigh, exasperated at his idiotic grandson.

(Y/N) smiles softly, patting Yuji's head with sadness. "Love makes people do... Bad things, for the people they love, sweetie."

(Y/N) watches as Yuji silently cries to himself over the death of his grandfather. Her maternal instincts urging her cry with him, even if she couldn't. So all she do to console the young teen was to pat his back. Rubbing it soothingly to calm him. Yet her son's grieving stopped once another teen approached them.

"YUJI...!" (Y/N) screams, watching the man in the blindfold make her son sleep. Pushing the roof door open, she pulls out a steak knife from her back pocket, ready to stab this man to death.

Before she could land a hit, the man noticed her presence. Frowning at the man, she rushes at him. Making him drop Yuji as he slyly dodges her slashes.

"My my~! I didn't know there was a lady here. I would of showed off more!"

(Y/N) smiles at the man, which confused Gojo as she changes tactics. This time throwing her purse at him as he catches. Which had a good weak point for a good cut!

Smiling maniacally, she raised her knife to land a hit on his stomach-!

But was immediately put into a chokehold with one of his hands.

Feeling her breathing coming out in puffs. She doesn't let go of her knife, struggling in his grip.

"Heheh~"

Gritting her teeth she kicks her leg up managed to kick him back as she held her weapon defensively.

Looking at the young boy who had led her and her son to the school. Then at his supposed "teacher".

[In celebration for Jujitsu Kaisen 2nd season! (I HONESTLY HAVE OLD YUUTA FIC FROM MOVIE 0 BUT DIDN'T POST OOP) I decided to do a small thing! Originally, this was posted for the idea of a full Jjk fic, but.. Other Fandom get in the way! Oops, but who knows! Maybe I'll explore the idea more later! Thanks for reading! Comment appreciated!]

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years ago

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Ok here’s a request (u don’t have to do it if u don’t have time).

Relationship: Jesse/Becky/reader(or original character)

The reader has been keeping a secret from their partners Jesse and Becky, they had an abusive parent. They only find out bc of a fight or something when the reader experiences some ptsd/anxiety symptoms. This results in fluffy hurt comfort.

(I totally understand if this is to much to write bc of the subject matter, so if u can’t because of personal reasons I get it.)

Thanks!

For The Better

Fandom: Full House

Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Rebecca Donaldson, Female Reader, Nicky Katsopolis, Alex Katsopolis

Word Count: 2319 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Jesse does something he regrets

Tags/ Warnings: Child abuse, Hitting, Spanking, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Arguing, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Bad Behaviour, Naughty Children, PTSD, Anxiety, Crying, Guilt, Request, Requested Fic, Polyamory, Throuple, Co-Parenting

Notes: I am working slowly through all my requests. I'm not into many of them atm because im focused on my Elvis stuff [Jesse would be 100% on board with this i feel]

Hope this is okay.

‘Nicky, Alex stop!’ Jesse said as his sons darted around him. He was trying to work, to lay down new material, but he couldn't as his two rambunctious boys were determined to get under his feet. It had been like this all morning. Y/N had taken the girls to school whilst Becky was at work leaving him with no choice but to keep the boys in the basement with him as they worked on their new tracks.

‘Jess man,’ Steve sighed from behind his drumkit. The twins had darted away from their father and were now interested in hammering on the cymbals and giggling at the noise they made.

‘Boys!’ Jesse said lurching forward to collar them both and pull them away. He took his guitar off with his free hand and then bent down in front of them trying not to crack as they looked at him with those adoring eyes, ‘you need to behave now. I mean it. I don't want to have to punish you okay?’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in unison. Jesse nodded and led them back to their small desk which was set up with a painting station in an attempt to keep them quiet, something that had not happened thus far. They sat down and started engaging which made Jesse heave a sigh of relief before he turned back to the guys and gestured for them to start playing again. As he took to the mic once more he finally started to relax.’

‘Well her love doesn't come along until midnight,

And her passion rages on until the daylight-’

‘Jess?’ came a call from the stairs interrupting his singing. The band groaned and he groaned along with them just as Y/N appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled at him and said, ‘hey, sorry to interrupt I thought I’d come and take the boys off your hands.’

‘Well thanks,’ Jesse said as she sidled up to him, her hands resting on his chest, ‘didn't you see the on-air sign though?’

‘I must've missed it,’ she said, ‘sorry baby.’

‘It’s fine,’ Jesse said tightly making Y/N’s brow furrow.

‘Is this a problem? I mean it was a genuine mistake,’ Y/N said feeling uncomfortable. He was mad. She could tell.

‘You know better though,’ he said, ‘I mean you had to know I was recording down here.’

‘I did but I didn't think it was a big deal, Jess. I’m sorry okay,’ she said.

‘It's just between you and the boys we haven't gotten anything done,’ Jesse sighed exasperatedly.

‘Well, that's what it's like when you have kids,’ she said.

‘You don't think I know that?’ Jesse said, ‘I mean, wait where are they?’

Jesse and Y/N’s heads whipped around looking for the tykes who were no longer at their assigned station. As he turned around he spotted two pairs of shoes sticking out from under his mixing table and headed towards it. Behind his desk were Nicky and Alex, tape in hand, unspooling masses and masses of black onto the floor around them.

‘What the hell?!’ Jesse said. It was their current tape. The only thing they had managed to record the entire morning was now lost and unspooled all around his troublemakers.

‘Look daddy,’ Nicky said offering up his now useless tape.

‘What did you do!? I told you to behave!’

‘Jess it's okay we can sort it,’ Y/N said from behind.

‘Can we?!’ he asked, ‘they don't listen Y/N! They run around and they make noise. They break things and terrorise anyone in the room. We can’t fix it! They don't listen to anything.’

‘So what do you suppose we do?’ she asked.

‘I know,’ Jesse said and before waiting for her to reply he yanked Nicky and Alex out from the desk and stood them in front of him, ‘now I told you you had to behave and you didn't listen to me. So I’m sorry but I have to do this okay?’

And before Y/N could speak he spun them both around and placed two harsh spanks across each of their behinds. The twins didn't speak as he whipped them around, looking at him wide-eyed, ‘now I’m sorry it came to that but you boys understand right? You need to listen.’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in a distinctly less jovial tone than before.

‘Jess,’ Y/N said in barely more than a whisper. She couldn't believe what she had just whispered. All of a sudden memories cascaded in her brain like fireworks bringing with them pain and anguish. She couldn't think. Her body was in overdrive, there was ringing in her ears and sweat pumping off of her as she looked at the twins' hurt faces. Jesse looked up at her, clocking her blank face and offering one of worry from him but she couldn't say anything. Before he could question her she grabbed the twins and darted upstairs.

She could hear him calling her but she couldn't stop. She needed to get out of there. She needed to protect them. She bolted upstairs, ignoring the tears that were now running down her face or the distressed cries from the boys as they asked her what was the matter. Once in the attic, she got them in their room, pushing their changing table up against the door.

She collapsed against the opposite wall, trying to push out the echoes of shouting and the feel of red welts on her skin that weren't even there.

‘What's the matter, mommy?’ Nicky asked coming to sit in her crossed lap.

‘Nothing baby,’ she sniffled pulling him in close and then Alex who was determined not to be left out in too, ‘it's fine. We’re safe.’

‘Y/N?’ she heard Jesse say, as he called her name again his voice got closer until she heard the rattle of the door handle from across the room. Her heart was thudding in her chest. It was a sound she had heard a million times before. Someone determined to get inside, to get to her when she didn't want them to. She couldn't let him in. She needed to protect her boys.

‘Y/N why is the door locked?’ he asked, ‘baby-’

‘Go away,’ she said and though it was faint he heard it.

‘Y/N what's going on?’

‘Go away Jess,’ she sniffled.

‘Y/N-’

‘Go away!’

She heard movement outside the door as Jesse rested against it. He was confused. He didn't know what had happened. In the span of two minutes, he had gone from a loving father to a man who hits his children. He knew he’d messed up. Spanking was never something he thought he would ever do but he had lost sight of himself. Everything had been so full on. The noise, the running around, the interruptions and finally the tape. He had lost it. And he instantly regretted it, even more so when he looked up and found Y/N’s horrified face watching him before she bolted from the room kids in two. Now she wasnt coming out. Was she scared of him?

Pain rippled through him at the thought. He needed to see her. He needed her to come out so he could apologise. So he could beg for her forgiveness and tell the boys how much he was sorry.

But he couldn't force his way in. He needed help. He needed Becky.

✵✵✵

‘Jess just tell me what’s going on,’ Becky said as they climbed the stairs to the attic.

‘You'll find out soon enough,’ Jesse said as they entered their living room. Jesse gestured to the twins' room and then went to sit on their bed waiting with bated breath that this would work. Becky watched him confused before she headed to the door and tried to open it frowning when it wouldn't budge.

‘Y/N?’ she asked gently.

‘Beck?’ she heard a sniffle come from the other side of the door.

‘It’s me,’ Becky said, ‘can I come in?’

‘I can't open the door Beck,’ she said, ‘I can't-’

‘Why not?’ Becky asked.

‘I’m scared,’ she said, ‘and I keep telling myself Im overreacting but I can't get up. It's like I'm glued to the floor.’

‘Jesus, what happened?’ Becky said incredulously looking at Jesse for answers but couldn't bring himself to say anything and instead hung his head in shame.

‘Mommy?’ Nicky said excitedly.

‘It's me, baby,’ Becky said, ‘Y/N you need to come out.’

Beck-’

‘Think of the boys,’ she said, ‘I mean you can't keep them in there forever-’

‘They're safe in here,’ Y/N reasoned.

‘And they're safe out here too,’ Becky reasoned, ‘why wouldn't they be?’

‘Jesse hit them,’ Y/N said making Becky’s eyes go wild.

‘What?’ she said, ‘is this true?’

‘Beck I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to.’

Becky watched him for a moment, hurt written all over her face before she retained her composure and she looked back at the door.

‘Y/N, sweetheart, I know what he did was wrong but you have to come out. We have to talk about this. You can't keep the boys locked up forever honey. Please? Come out?’ she said. Y/N didn't reply but there was distinct movement behind the door and the next time Becky tried the handle it clicked open without issue. The boys flocked to her as she opened it, clinging onto a leg each as thas stroked their hair and then asked them to go and play. They ran into the living room resuming the leftover jigsaw that they had insisted on getting out at three am that morning.

Becky walked into their room ad slid down beside Y/N on the floor as Jesse leaned against the wall watching them shamefully.

‘Can someone tell me what happened?’ Becky asked, moving a strand of hair off of Y/N’s face as she sniffled.

‘Jesse spanked the boys,’ Y/N said.

‘Jess?’ Becky asked looking at her husband with the hope that it wasnt true.

‘I’m sorry okay? I don't know what came over me. They were getting into all sorts, they wouldn't sit still, we got no work done and then they ruined the tape we’d been working on all morning and I don't know. I just lost it,’ he said.

‘So you hit them?’ Becky asked with disbelief.

‘I’m not proud of it Beck,’ he said, ‘and I’ll never do it again I swear.’

‘That's what he said,’ Y/N said with a scoff that made both pairs of eyes fall on her.

‘Who?’ Becky asked confused.

‘My dad,’ she said shakily, ‘every time he used to hit me. Every time he’d march into my room finding the littlest thing to lose it at me over. He'd always say that that was the last time. That he never do it again.’

‘I never knew that about your dad,’ Bekcy said.

‘I never talk about it,’ Y/N admitted, ‘I never needed to. I mean I thought I’d gotten rid of that shit but seeing Jess, I mean the boys’ faces just brought it all back.

‘Y/N you have to believe me when I say I couldn't feel worse right now. I know it was wrong. And believe me, I never want to feel this way again. I never want to upset you or the boys like this again.’

‘How can I trust that?’ she sniffled, ‘I mean I never thought you would-’

‘I mean it,’ Jesse said, ‘you two and the boys are my everything. You have to believe me.’

He came to kneel in front of them then. His hands were on theirs and he looked at them pleadingly. She looked at him for a second, her heart aching at the thought of his actions.

‘Jess is right,’ Becky said, ‘I mean I don't condone what he did in any way shape or form but it was a momentary lapse. I believe that don't you?’

‘And if he gets angry again? If the twins do something like today again?’ Y/N asked.

‘Like I said. Nothing they could ever do would make me want to feel this feeling again. It's the worst feeling in the world,’ he said.

‘Yeah,’ Becky said, ‘and I’m sure Jess doesn't expect forgiveness right away right aby?’

‘Whatever it takes for you and the boys to forgive me I’ll do,’ Jesse nodded. Y/N seemed to deliberate on that point for a moment before she nodded gently.

‘And maybe we can talk about it a bit more?’ Becky said, ‘I mean we all have our own ideas about parenting and I know we discuss stuff but it's usually as it happening to us. Maybe it would be good if we talked a little more. That way when situations come up we’ll know how the others feel about it.’

‘Yeah, I mean I had no idea about your dad,’ Jesse said, moving to sit beside her.

‘I’ve not felt those feelings in a long time,’ she admitted looking up at him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying which broke his heart all over again.

‘I’m sorry it was me who made you feel that way,’ he said.

‘Well I suppose it's better you’re trying to make up for it,’ she said with a weak smile, ‘he never even acknowledged it happened. A quick mumbled apology and then he’d be right back to where we started.’

‘Well then at least we’re making changes right?’ Becky said.

‘For the better,’ Y/N said, leaning in so Jesse could wrap an arm around them both.

‘For the better,’ he agreed.

He didn't feel entirely better about himself and he was sure Y/N didn't either but they were right. What had happened in the past didn't matter as long as they tackled the here and now. And more importantly together.

#my writing #for the better #jesse katsopolis fic #jesse katsopolis #uncle jesse #jesse katsopolis x reader #becky donaldson #full house #full house fic

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soranihimawari · 1 year ago

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Piece by Piece

A singleparent!au featuring Kita Shinsuke & one kickass paralegal!reader (y/n-san)

Kita is going to be a bit bitter, a bit unkind, and ultimately comes around to knowing that whether or not he steps up to the plate as a parent or not, yn will be there for the child no matter what.

Rating: T/M (teen to mature because of theme)// angst -> fluff

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x One Night Stand// Kita x Lawyer YN

Word count: tbd

because in another timeline, this kid is definitely either a gojo or a kita...lolol

it's the holidays in your office in an extremely small town. not very many lawyers typically drive by the open rice fields and farmlands for the city outskirts of hyogo, yet here you were in your little station wagon with a sleeping toddler in the backseat. the little guy was so beat after a long day of paperwork, packing, and travel. he was no older than three and a half, his mother surrendered her rights as she had been scouted abroad and could not find anyone to take her son in. the issue was the kid, who was both an accident and a surprise, happened when she asked her former neighbor from middle school to have this one night stand right before college graduation.

it was an odd thing to hear since usually by that time, people would either have confessed their harboring crushes between middle school and college, yet you can clearly see time was of the essence. the son, or in this case, keita-kun (or 'kk' as you affectionately called him), was the result of such a one night stand. you read and re-read the file so many times, you were flabbergasted to find out you had to travel to your own roots to visit an old friend. would the rice farmer with sharp features and even stricter self-discipline believe your story? would he turn you away at the bitter mention of his one night stand counterpart?

you pause your what-ifs worse case scenario spiral at the stop light right before making the left turn to the rice paddies of one kita-farms. checking your rearview mirror, you see the boy still asleep in his child safety seat, clutching a little plush rabbit which you had bestowed upon him to be brave in the courtroom when his mother had basically legally abandoned him. you stepped in as a guardian on behalf of the prefecture and it's laws regarding minors. however, you think visiting an old friend during an impromptu alumni reunion trip is probably not the best idea, yet it was the only idea. you don't know how, but sunarin and even under the tutelage of ojiro aran, you were coerced to bring the tyke with you.

so, on a friday night, at 18:57 sharp, you pull into the driveway of kita's family home. there's a willow tree the family had planted for his now deceased obaa-san, and you look up beyond the dashboard to the sky, praying she'd guide you somehow from beyond. the little boy stirs, and you gently call his name to him as you get out of the car to open the rear passenger door. by the way, the station wagon you drove was a repurposed police car thanks to your cousin from miyagi winning the police academy auction. regardless, you wake keita a little more. looking now at him, there is no way in disputing the child is kita shinsuke's direct offspring: naturally dualtoned hair; golden eyes; tanned skin from playing outside; the nose of the woman who birthed him (the only featured keita inherited from her); and such a calm demeanor.

"remember keita, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you come running to me and i'll protect you," you say gently to him, unfastening his seatbelt.

"even if papa doesn't like me at first?" keita asks. his voice is so quaint, but you know it's filled with worry and nerves.

"mmhm, but i wouldn't count on him not wanting you," you say. "do you want me to carry you inside?"

keita nods, yawning a little more. "arigatou lawyer-san."

inside, the gathering is in full swing when you knock on the door. atsumu greets you first with the door swinging wide open and silence befalls the living room.

"you had a kid?" atsumu asks bewildered. "why does he look like kita...?... oh my god."

"miya atsumu, this boy isn't mine," you sigh. "he's my responsibility if..."

you scan the room and see kita look paler than normal.

"if his father doesn't want him. his mother surrendered her rights to be his relative five months ago. we couldn't get his birth records from the hospital he was born in burned down a few weeks into the shut down from 2020..."

the door is shut behind you, keita turns to look around the room. there's so many guys he feels overwhelmed by their size he curls back into you and is a little withdrawn, but he observes with his eyes. he takes into account who you're close to. you're offered a seat by sunarin who asks the boy's name.

"how rude of me, sorry kk. guys, this is keita. go on, you can say hello, yeah?"

keita nods and he pushes himself off me, yet he sits in my lap a bit and repreats: "hi i'm keita." to everyone in the room.

we all wait until kita's reaction to having me hold his child registers in his mind.

"i'm kitashin," is all kita says to us both before announcing the firepit should be hot enough to start grilling, so he leaves.

"kita?" you hand keita to sunarin for a bit since he's good with kids and keita seemed comfortable with your best friend within the group. "keita, stay with sunarin. i'm sure you'd love to hear all the stories about the chuppets bets we did as kids, yeah?"

"mmk," keita smiles softly and i kiss his forehead and suna gives me a hopeful look. the rest of the guys do too.

"kita's pissed," atusmu whispers lowly to his brother and gintama.

"but my question is, why did y/n-san take the case? did the one night stand lady trust y/n-san only to tell kita all this?" ojiro asks.

"...mama didn't like me very much," keita says holding his rabbit plushie tighter. "she said i was a mistake."

"kid, that's a little dark," suna replies holding the boy a little closer.

"but y/n-san said i wasn't a mistake, so she asked me if i wanted to get away from the city hall and mr judge said it's ok, so i went," keita sniffles a bit and five former volleyball teammates (two of which were headed to the next world's competition) calm down a very anxious three year old.

the twins and suna try to cheer him up and eventually the rest also so, filling keita’s head of stories of yesteryear when we were all carefree and foolish.

meanwhile, you chase down kita outside in his family patio. he stares at the charcoals and watches the fire crackle and burn the embers into the atmosphere. he places a few ears of corn on the grill top when you are clocked by his peripheral.

"how could you not tell me?" kita's voice is shaken and a bit perturbed. “did you ever think to—?!”

"she asked me not to," your calm demeanor persuades him to exchange a look with you. "it would be a breach of contract, you know that in my line of work it’s binding!”

you cross your arms over your chest and huff out a breath. running was not your strong suit, but you approach the fire and the man in front of it wondering what changed to have him be this harsh.

"you're just deflecting," he is angry, his voice is even in tonality.

an unbelievable thought occurred in your head. was the news that jarring for kita perhaps he’d never want to be involved with his boy’s life? the responsibility too great on his profitable farming shoulders would make him suffer a loss, not a gain? who was he to tell you about deflecting? you’re doing the best you can to, but at least you wouldn’t leave keita and others like him in his kid-sized shoes—kita seemed like he was weighing those options in his head.

"me?" you scoff. "i wasn't the one who called my office and told me he thinks he made a mistake with a woman he barely even acknowledged in middle school!"

that was a low blow and you know it. the ammunition in your tone registers as something kita rarely called someone.

"you're bitter," kita almost bites back a laugh.

"...? why do you think that?"

"you're bitter because i had a one night stand with someone who wasn't you, who’d never be you."

"excuse me?”

your voice cracked as you winced at what he said. turning your way, kita sees the face of an old friend who has literally moved mountains in unwanted foster children’s cases; someone who puts themselves last in case their friends needed support; and the words that wound the psyche are transparent.

the truth hurts, it stings like a wasp to the heart. immediately, kita picks up reality of the harshness of his words and he sees the tears well up in your eyes. quivering but steady, you give up for today and being the peacekeeper you were normally perceived to be, you wipe your face twice as tears of frustration fall down the cheeks kita missed for so much longer than his pride would like to admit, you tell him to not come closer as he starts his apology.

“you said enough, kita. i won’t push any more—keita’s going to be staying with me a while.”

you turn on your heels and before you leave the farmer to tend to his grilled corn, you leave him with this knowledge:

"kita keita, three years old. born in the spring equinox. birth weight was six pounds, four ounces. currently 3.5 years old and 36 inches tall…h-he’s allergic to nothing,” kita sees you struggling with some of the words, but you continue. “keita is strong willed and quiet. loves to chase rabbits and it’s kind to strangers. he met me on the porch of the boys’ home in tokyo when hanma broke up with me and keita gave me the rest of his gummy bears... umm… he is an avid reader although he’s younger than most kids who can. adores the smell of rain after a sunshower...”

your shoulders slump as you deflate, not registering how with every insight you give kita, he’s moving closer to only be out of your reach by centimeters that turn to a few feet when you put the final nail in this conversation:

“i just thought you might want to know more about your son before i sign the legal guardian papers since neither of his parents wanted to take him in and consider his existence a mistake or inconvenience of the universe when really all he needs is someone who deserves the chance to raise him properly with a good heart even in the worse circumstances."

seconds after you leave kita's patio, he sees you walk back into his living room through the sliding glass door, pick up keita from suna's lap. you explain things weren’t going to work out here, the others you’re with were giving you some suggestions on what to do or wonders what happens now? keita, empathetically hugs you tighter when he seemed to settle on your hip, turning his back toward where his father stood, watching you comfort his boy saying soft words.

a few minutes go by and you’re shown the door by ojiro this time.

“kita’ll come around. give him time, yn.”

you nod when you’re handed a a soda and juice box to go by the others, you walk toward your car. kita is sprinting toward you coming from the side door of his family home. keita's in your arms telling you a friend who looks like him is running after you both. you close your eyes and pause your walk a bit before hearing the foot steps of kita slightly jogging behind you both.

"huh?" you shift keita on your hip when kita slows to meet you. "come to yell at me again?"

kita shakes his head, "no."

"then what are you here for?"

keita looks between his birth father and you. the story in his little head isn't like the disney movies he saw at the foster home. it rarely ever is, yet when keita sees kita press his forehead against yours and his arms pull you three closer together, keita visibly relaxes. kita holds you both very close and he chooses his path.

"i'd want to take care of keita," kita says against your cheek. "with you."

"...can we think about this tomorrow over coffee? i have to check in to our hotel on fourth street and third avenue. stop by the lobby at 8a.m.?"

"deal."

[[one month later]]

kita waits with you after keita's fever landed him in the pediatric emergency room. you never had to deal with keita's fevers being so high during flu season. panicked and frightened, you called kita, who thankfully decided to meet you at the hospital clinic. kita calms you down while keita is heard coughing and wheezing.

"he was just fine a few hours ago, and i thought the fever reducer would worked. and-and-i didn't know who else to call," you pace and kita, bless him, holds your shoulders and tells you you did good.

"...the rest is up to keita," kita holds you and you break down because this kid of his has been through enough. you made sure keita at least goes to spend time with kita at least twice a week since your coffee appointment that time in hyogo. keita has seen so much and learned about the life cycle of plants and he never wants to leave once his father tells him you're on the way.

presently, once keita is sedated and situated in his little bed, the doctors walk out of the room to speak with the next of kin.

"i'm his legal guardian, this is his father, doctor," you introduce yourself to each other.

"what's wrong with my boy?" kita asks, you realize his voice trembles, so like any old friend would do, you hold his hand, squeezing the sides of it in a supportive manner.

"keita's fever was very, very high. bringing him here post ice bath was a good idea... um. i hope pronounce this right, y/n-san?"

"mmhm."

the doctor continues to explain that keita has a respiratory infection that can be treated by amoxicillin or the equivalent of it. you need to stay overnight as the legal guardian, since your name matched all the paperwork for keita.

"however, can i get a copy of his records?" you inquire. "i'm a family lawyer by trade and i want to make sure keita-kun was well taken care of by his mother before she abandoned him?"

kita turns to look at you bewildered his counterpart during the probable first and single memorable time he's ever had sex with someone was with a person who would consider a child an unfortunate mistake.

"yes, yes i can. let me call records and have them print out a copy for you both, ok?" doctor nods before he heads down to another patient room post giving us the ok to go into keita's room.

keita's peacefully sleeping in his superhero pajamas, his little body buried beneath the blankets keeping him cool and warm at a healthier temperature. you move to sit on his bed and kita takes the rollaway chair and he looks between you and his boy.

"irina-chan abandoned him?" kita is mortified.

"she surrendered her parenting rights," you correct. "i came to pick up keita the night before driving to your place last month...i didn't remember that the rest of the old team were coming over too until ojiro and suna told me."

there were steady beeps of keita's vitals echoing in the room. bold numbers illuminate the screen.

"y'know he called me the guardian star once," you chuckle a little. "it was after we met for the first time and i was letting him play in the playground of the boys' home in tokyo a little later than most kids."

kita is bemused by this.

"guardian star, huh?"

you nod. "you think you can do one better?"

"sure can: glue."

"glue? i'm not a school supply, kita."

"yn, you stuck with him when he needed an adult the most. i bet irina-chan would have lost her mind if she had to take him here..."

"even when you weren't sure you wanted to take him in?"

kita nods, "but that's changed. clearly."

keita stirs a bit and he opens his bronzed eyes.

"hey buddy," you brush his hair out of his face. "ya gave us quite a scare."

"mm...?"

"go back to sleep, keita-kun," you curl a finger and stroke his soft cheek and he pulls himself back to slumberland. you whisper the next part of the conversation that needed to be had with kita.

"last night, he asked me why i wasn't with you. can you believe that? keita loves it when you and i are near, have you noticed how he’d run into my apartment the several times you walked us to our door? i’m wondering if does it on purpose to see if you’re going to make a move or not…”

you shake your head at the audacity of this kid asking you to ask kita something that personal.

"well, why aren't you?" kita looks up at you and you freeze. "you already are taking great care of my boy while i sort my own problems out, but the kid's got a point. why aren’t you with me?”

you stay silent, but you hum a lullaby kita didn’t realize you memorized. he is stunned as keita leans closer to you and nudges you in his sleep and you pat his hair to the side, a hand on his chest when you sing the last note: “…and i will stay.”

“granny sang that to me,” he sighs, leaning down on the bed and he looks up at you, the light framing my outline. “you memorized it?”

“had to when keita asked me about how you were as a child…and to answer your question: you never asked me to stand with you shinsuke. i would have stayed back home in hyogo too if you asked me to before i left to pursue law school on scholarship.”

kita is thrown off by the nonchalant way you say you would have stayed when he tried to find the words at twenty years old to ask you to stay—his granny was dying and when she passed, he felt he needed to have some emotions be brought back to him. it’s why when irina, keita’s mother decided not to tell anyone about her boy’s father, returned she offered to make kita feel things again. sex was simply transactional and perhaps in his grief, he was a bit unsafe trusting the word of the woman who would birth his child only to abandon him to pursue her own dreams abroad.

“say it again,” kita now stands in front of you. you honor he maneuvered up out of his chair, cheeks a tinted hue; he seemed determined again about something you said so you repeat the first part and you hone in he wants to say his name again. kita observes the way your lips formulate the syllables of his name; it’s hypnotizing to him. you say keita’s name so effortlessly and kissed with a kindness kita didn’t know he missed.

“say what again? …oh? did you want me to say …your name?shinsu—mm?”

kita doesn’t know when it happens and neither do you, but he suddenly found himself pressing his lips against yours seemingly lighting his dimly lit world into one of technicolor. his hands stay close to your face, steadying your neck when your lips linger each other’s.

“s-shinsuke…why?”

your voice is barely above a whisper and you feel him press his forehead against yours like the first night he ran around his house to stop you from leaving. his hand holds yours just as tightly, if not tighter than when he held his sleeping son’s hand in the bed behind you.

“i never noticed how my name could sound when someone who loves me says it.”

you chuckle, remembering that was what one of the hot topics your group chat with the boys™️ from inarizaki sent back as a reply to your question of how to confess after almost a decade and a half of wondering if their former captain ever felt the same about you.

“i’ll say your name for as long as this,” taps his chest. “stays true.”

kita nods before you slide your lips atop his and come the following morning, keita wakes to see you asleep bridal style on his father’s lap on the recliner provided in the room, your head pressed against kita’s chest.

“win for lawyer-san and papa! yesss!” keita whispers to himself and in true toddler fashion, finds the nearest cell phone and somehow takes ten plus photos of you asleep in kita’s hold.

[[three months later]]

courts make you confidence. holding court, makes you nervous. however, being a client for another half of a custody case is quite interesting. the judge and adjudicator of the case for keita's parentage looks between you and kita from her bench. keita has fully adjusted into being a part of kita's life and vice versa. sure, there are growing pains and other hurdles you're sure to help out, yet, here you three were, ready to become a family unit.

"...if no one objects, then i rule this case, file 4323, legal guardianship and parenting rights instated of kita keita, be awarded to y/n, yn and kita shinsuke. congratulations everyone."

you had stayed up late the night before typing out the case notes and kita finds you in the kitchen while he let you stay the night. he makes you some chamomile tea before asking you why you're so adamant about following this through.

"because i aged out the system at seventeen," you say nonchalantly. "i aged out the system and remembered all the cases like keita's. and i'm doing this out of the love and respect i have of you although you almost lost it when i sprung keita's existence to you. you've earned it back ever since that night in the pediatric e.r. with him. you stayed and changed my opinion on you as a father figure. keita needs his father."

"but he also needs his lawyer advocate too," kita chuckles before taking a sip of his tea as well.

in the present, kita keita, now four years old, walks down the street of the family courthouse, grasping the hands of his newly-minted parents. somewhere else in hyogo, inside a house, a huge vase of forget-me-knots is tied with a ribbon addressed to you along with a long overdue question that needed to be answered with a tearful yes and even more prominent kiss.

#sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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clairethecutepup · 7 months ago

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Chaotic Quintet: Turkey Troubles (Ch. 1)

*Before You Read: This series is mostly done for “writing practice” and borders along the line of “crack fiction,” though is more coherent in nature. Therefore, Seve and Alexis (Corn Kidz 64) are here in the (seeming) world of Ed Edd n’ Eddy, specifically with the now-adult Sarah and Jimmy; as well as little Claire Vlcek, the human/wolf hybrid (Tykes at Heart). You may see other characters, possibly from other content, that the author also likes. In other words, this series doesn’t have “chaotic” in the title because that’s what our quintet is good at causing, but because you never know what the cartoonish reality shall offer…

Episode Synopsis:

Seve and Alexis ruin Jimmy’s Thanksgiving turkey, thus they try replacing it before Sarah kills them on his behalf. Jimmy realizes he needs a last-minute item, so he and Sarah must brave the chaos of the store. Claire assists Rolf in saving his family from the turkeys they tried raising for some holiday profit.

[Chapter 1: Dinner Already Doomed…]

Ah, Thanksgiving… A time where gratitude and celebration originates from realizing what one’s blessed with: family, friends, being among the few houses in this Cul-De-Sac that hasn’t been destroyed. … Well, at the very least, most are fortunate enough to have solely the first two. This year’s occasion is being held at Sarah and Jimmy’s household, but goes beyond the Chaotic Quintet themselves: each member will have their own family joining. Some may worry of Seve’s divorced parents both attending, especially when his mother would be accompanied by her new husband and son, but not all divorces end in hatred-- sometimes, they can even end in a larger family. Of course, a “larger family” meant more mouths for Jimmy to feed, but nothing a happy crafter of fine cuisine ever minded.

In fact, the man felt proud over his “magnum opus” of the meal: the Thanksgiving centerpiece, the quintessential turkey. He’d cooked it perfectly: a nice golden brown, and its aroma would make even a vegan’s or vegetarian’s mouth drool in desire.

“Behold, Sarah…” he grins widely at his creation, “I believe I’ve perfected the finest turkey known to man…”

“It sure does look good, Jimmy…” Sarah smiles, “I can’t wait to try it.”

“I can’t wait for everyone to-- especially the entire feast!”

Jimmy admires the large spread he’s prepared: bread, pumpkin pie… Wait a minute, he was missing something! He screams in horror, making Sarah’s eyes widen.

“Jimmy, what’s wrong?!”

“I forgot the cranberry sauce!!”

Sarah narrows her eyes.

“... Are you kidding me? Jimmy, your meal’s fine as it is.”

“Exactly, Sarah: just ‘fine,’ not the perfect course that I was hoping for!”

“Oh, good grief,” Sarah rolls her eyes, “Jimmy, no one’s going to care that they don’t have cranberries.”

“Cranberries are vital for Thanksgiving feasts, Sarah! It’s practically tradition…”

“The turkey’s the only ‘tradition’ people care about, Jimmy.”

“You can’t speak for all of our guests, Sarah!”

“Oh, for… You can be such a drama queen sometimes, I swear…”

Sarah loves Jimmy-- she really does --but years with someone can make certain aspects of them become highly grating, especially when the other is now an adult that can handle less gentleness.

“Sarah, everyone is counting on me to properly feed them, so ‘properly’ I must!” Jimmy puts an arm around her, holding his other one out, “We cannot rest until we find our concluding entree!” he turns his extended hand into a fist and pulls it down, “We must hurry to the store!”

“‘The store’?!” Sarah pushes him away, “Jimmy, are you nuts?! The store’s going to be packed and crazy!”

“It’s necessary, Sarah!”

“Go yourself!”

“But I’ll need your brute strength, Sarah…”

“Because it’ll be crazy, like I just said?!”

“Please…?”

Sarah glares at the puppy-eyed man, as he also pouts his lip out and holds his hands together.

“... FINE,” Sarah hisses, “but only because I don’t want you making a huge deal through the entire dinner…”

In the living room, the two goat-kids and wolf-girl of the quintet sit before the TV: Seve rests his chin in his hand and his elbow on the armrest, Claire sits up and with her paws sitting in between her legs, while Alexis lies on her stomach upon the floor and rests her chin in her hands. Sarah and Jimmy then appear in the doorway, one clearly more annoyed than the other…

“Hey,” Seve asks without looking, “what was Jimmy losing his crap over this time?”

“Excuse me,” Jimmy furrows his brow, “but I’ll have you know it was something of the utmost importance.”

“Jimmy’s overreacting about stupid cranberries,” Sarah huffs, “so he wants to go to the store and get some…”

“Oh no, you would’ve forgotten the cranberries?” Alexis gasps, “But I love those!”

Jimmy smirks, “Told you so, Sarah.”

Sarah groans, “Why do you have to open your stupid, braced mouth sometimes…?”

“Hey,” Seve glares, “at least she doesn’t tend to burst eardrums when she does…”

“Sorry, okay…?” Sarah facepalms, then drags her hand off her face, “I just don’t like justifying Jimmy’s ‘moments’ sometimes… I also don’t like the thought of any more problems right now-- especially when we’re already having the world end over cranberries…” she shoots Jimmy a quick glare, then looks back to the others, “So, you guys behave yourselves-- and don’t sneak any food, especially not the turkey! I’m looking at you goats…”

Seve shrugs, “What’d we do?!”

“Yeah,” Alexis sits up, “I like Seve’s nachos better, anyway.”

He points at her, “Get your own already!”

“Claire,” Sarah gets her attention, “keep an eye on them… Make sure they listen,” Sarah points a finger at all of them, “because if anything’s done to ruin Jimmy’s hard work, whether it’s eating most of it or touching any part of that turkey…” she leans toward them, “You all better enjoy it ‘cause it’ll be your last meal…” she leans back, “I mean it, he worked real hard on all of that,” she glares at Jimmy again, “Though, I still say it’s enough…”

He rebuttals, “And the other cranberry enthusiasts, Sarah…?”

Sarah sighs and shrugs, “Seriously, Alexis, why…?”

The young doe just shrugs back, watching the adults finally leave. After Seve and Claire finish watching with her, the remaining trio all look at each other. Claire is horrified at letting Sarah down, her wolf ears drooping and her eyes widening at the thought. Claire also didn’t like the thought of generally letting any friends down, like Jimmy being upset over dinner being ruined or someone rudely spoiling their appetite… However, Claire’s not exactly sure how to prevent the outnumbering duo from causing trouble-- especially when Alexis knows a little too well how she works, whenever she wants something bad enough. Sometimes, Alexis seemed to enjoy having the upperhand (upperhoof?) with Claire more than Seve, even! Then again, when did Seve adorably nuzzle into her or act like a cute little puppy otherwise? Well, Claire needs to go from “pet puppy” to guard dog-- and sooner than later…

“S-Se’...!”

She trembles and grabs the departing buck’s shoulders from behind, looking quite ready to cry.

“Oh, relax…” he huffs, pulling away, “That stuff does smell good, and I’m not interested in waitin’ a couple more hours… I’ll just take a roll that he won’t notice or somethin’.”

Claire whimpers and picks him up this time: she hugs his abdomen tightly, looking like a kid with her large stuffed animal. Seve already hates it when Alexis crushes him in surprise hugs, even if Claire’s not doing it as harshly.

“Put me down…” he growls, “I said I’m starvin’ and not gonna take anything too important…”

“I dunno, Seve,” Alexis walks up, “I think we should listen… You know that Sarah’s the scariest person we know, and I wouldn’t want to upset Jimmy…”

“Oh, you are the last person who gets to say anything about ‘upsettin’ others by takin’ food’...”

Claire lets out a breath of relief, glad that she’s the one in the “outnumbering duo” this time. Seve then gets an idea, thanks to his memories of Alexis playing with Claire: with a smirk, he jabs his hooved fingers into Claire’s side. The pup squeaks and smiles, dropping the buck. Seve runs for it and enters the kitchen.

“Wait, Seve!” Alexis runs after, “You can’t have any of that yet!”

Claire follows, panic overtaking her mind, and she pounces at Seve again. He dodges, even spinning to the side and cheering, “Ole!” Claire slides across the kitchen floor and crashes into the counter. As she regains her bearings, Alexis runs over and holds the pup bridal-style, despite Claire’s slightly taller size.

“Oh no, speak to me, Claire…!” Alexis pleads, then glares at Seve, “That was mean, Mister!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Seve reaches toward the table’s food, “Now, let’s see…”

“Seve, don’t!” Alexis drops Claire, accidentally stomping on her, “You have to wait!”

Claire catches her breath and sits back up, watching Seve and Alexis vying at the side of the table. Claire’s tail and ears stiffen out, as she’s only able to watch or possibly get indirectly hurt by their struggle. She tries to think of some way to discourage Seve, like perhaps finding ingredients to replicate the old “nacho cheese sauce” recipe and bribing him with the chips… Unfortunately, the goats end up falling into the table, thanks to Seve trying to pull away from Alexis, and knock the turkey’s pan onto the ground. The two freeze and stare, while Claire starts tearing up and shaking. Not only did Claire fail Sarah and Jimmy, but the former would kill everyone in this kitchen…

“Oh, good going, Lex!”

“Hey, you didn’t want to listen to people again!”

“Yeah, well, maybe Sarah should learn by now…”

“Mmm… Fair point, she should try using reverse psychology more often with you instead…”

“Stop trying to constantly use it on me yourself…”

“But it works so well! … Aw darn, I should’ve told you to take some of the food after all…”

“Do you think I’d stop breathin’ ‘cause you told me to keep suckin’ in air?”

Alexis says nothing, her eyes repeatedly switching from looking toward him and slightly looking away. Seve returns an annoyed pair of narrowed eyes.

“Aw, screw it…” he picks up the bird and starts eating it, “If it’s really gonna be our ‘last meal’ or whatever…”

“Oh, I want some!”

“Oh, now you’re fine with eatin’ the food?”

“Well, we are gonna die anyway…”

The two goats enjoy the bird: Seve ravages the drumstick bones with his fangs, while Alexis greedily stuffs her mouth with various other parts.

“Here, Claire!” she grins in the pup’s direction, “You want some ‘last meal’ turkey, too?” she then frowns, “Hey, where’d she go…?”

Claire had long since fled the house: running on her equally lengthened arms and legs, as she tries to put whatever futile distance she can between herself and the inevitable redhead of death. Normally, she’d be there to join Seve and Alexis in their shared final hour, but Claire couldn’t do much for them and Sarah truly is the scariest person they know.

“Claire…?” Alexis stands up and gazes around, “Claire, where are you…?!” she looks toward her now-standing friend, “Seve, did you see where she went…?”

“Better idea,” he counters, wiping his mouth off, “we go see if we can find a new turkey.”

“But Seve, Claire needs to have someone around…”

“Well, we’re all screwed either way, so about that turkey…”

“But I dunno know where a turkey is, either…”

“The store?”

“But that’s where Sarah and Jimmy will be!”

“Yeah, and a butt-ton of other guys… Look at how ‘tall’ we are, too: even Claire’s bigger than us. We’ll blend in easy.”

“Well, a lot of people would probably still want a turkey, too, though…”

“Then I’ll punch ‘em outta the way.”

“Isn’t that ‘assault’?”

“Only if we get in trouble,” Seve takes her wrist, “Now, come on… Let’s find one and get cookin’.”

“Wait…” Alexis stops, “Do you think we could’ve been fine if we just put the turkey back in place? Sure, it got dirty, but I think we could’ve just wiped off the dirt and other stuff...”

Seve just looks at her.

“... YES, thanks for the suggestion…”

“Then again, I guess you still would’ve eaten it because I’d still say not to, instead of thinking to say you ‘should’ eat--”

“Just follow me already…”

[End Chapter 1]

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Well, I needed something to lift my spirits and cheer me up, with my mind/body currently out of severe whack... So, bring in the "comfort characters" and all. If you need an explanation to an even stranger fanfiction than The Dreams and Nightmares We Share..., here you go:

#corn kidz 64 #fanfiction #crossover #ed edd n eddy #eene sarah #eene jimmy #crack and weird fanfiction #comedy writing #writing practice #alexis the goat #seve the goat #original and canon cast #thanksgiving story #turkey troubles #chaotic quintet

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years ago

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So uh, do you remember my Tiny Tots AU? Well, I've thought of a few more things for it, if you'd like to hear XD of course you can easily ignore this too ^^

- Ok so in your second chapter of the Smartass' Daughter AU, it looked like that lady was initially drawn towards Wheezy because he was holding baby Y/N (but got ensnared by his beautiful eyes~). What if this became SUCH a common thing in the Tiny Tots AU? Like, so many women (and men) see just-starting-to-smoke-probably Wheezy with all these kids of varying ages, sees how much of a dad he is over all of them despite the fact none of them are his, and swoon over it? Maybe they assume he's some teacher, or a town baby sitter or something, but either way, they all feel similarly? Idk I just think this is funny XD

- What if Wheezy, and by extension Greasy since he's SUPPOSED to be the other responsible one here, get to befriend some of the parents? Not all of them, like I doubt he'd like Psycho's, depending on what they're like before the sanitorium, and he definitely has no respect for Poppy's. But like he and Smartass' and Stupids mum! I can definitely see her appreciating him watching over her sons very much ^^ (on this note, imagine Wheezy's cousins catching wind of this 'daycare' he's running and telling Mr. And Mrs. Wheezy.)

(This is for your headcannon of their families specifically since I'm still trying to figure out how I see their family situations. I'll get back to you with this when I do if you want XD)

- So, Greasy desperately needs some therapy. Wheezy might as well be an unlicensed therapist with the way I depict them. Maybe, even though Greasy is constantly leaving him with the kids and getting into trouble, they wind up bonding? Not necessarily a father-son bond, but maybe more like brothers? Idk, I just need Wheezy comforting Greasy when he's having a particularly rough day.

(Imagine Stupid, and possibly Poppy, being a comfort to Greasy too! Like taking care of Stu could distract Greasy from whatever is bugging him, and he's reassured that at least this little tyke likes him, even if the rest of the world seems against him ^^ and with Poppy. Well, she's a slightly older baby, so she doesn't quite understand why he's upset on a deeper level. But I can see her just hugging him, regardless if he's got a sneer or a defensive posture, and just telling him that everything will be ok. She'd try to stay until he feels better ^^)

- Psycho and Greasy totally develop a childish rivalry. Like the kind that makes Greasy wonder half the time why the hell he's even dealing with this little twit, and the other half he's being just a petty as Psycho is. Idk how it started- you know what? There wasn't even a beginning probably. Psycho met Greasy, this shifty teenager who smells funny, and immediately decided he didn't like him. It's like those videos of babies who start crying as soon as they're in somebody's arms XD except this child can and will bite-

- Alright, back to angst. Smarty is more than likely really stressed with having to take care of his little brother. It's no one's fault, his mom has to work so hard just to put food on the table and before Wheezy, there wasn't any other adult in their lives they could trust. But it doesn't change the fact that he still had to grow up faster than he should have because of this (maybe this is where he gets his leader instincts? So at least there's that). Fortunately, he's got Wheezy, and sometimes Greasy, to help out ^^ unfortunately, they came with all these other children so Smarty has to deal with that too XD

- Since Psycho and Poppy are friends in this AU, what if their families wound up knowing each other too? Idk what Psycho's family would think about her parents, but her parents definitely didn't approve of the little weasel friend she's made. I can imagine if one set of parents find out that their child is gone though, they'll call up the other household and ask if their kid is missing too. If yes, both families know that their kids are off together doing lord knows what XD (maybe this could lead to Poppy finding out about Psycho being left at the sanitorium too! She would definitely help get him out, or at least convince his family to take him back out).

- Roger and Jessica aren't really around that much. They'd kinda be like side characters in a TV show that only show up in a few episodes, I guess? But I'm imagining that they and the weasels and Poppy all run into each other on occasion. If Roger and Poppy are related, they'd show up and hang out more often. But if not, then there wouldn't really be a way/reason for them to interact with the others that I can see (unless Psycho still chases after Roger, and now Jessica has to defend her friend from the scary kid XD)

- Now that Shiny has officially been created, I gotta figure out how she fits in this AU. But this definitely would take place during her magician phase. She and Jessica are also the same age- maaaybe even know each other? Still debating it.

And that's all I got so far. I hope you like these! ^^

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH man, this is all so amazing, I just- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!, the tiny tots au and all your ideas for it are so so obsess-worthy!!

'that's all I got so far'- 'THATS ALL'?? What do you mean, 'that's all', this a novel and more then we deserve!! XD 🧡💛💚💙💜

I cant even- I wanna add more because I feel like that is how I can properly express my loveee for this AU and your work but I really cant think of anything, this is all just overwhelmingly good!! Thank you soooooooooooooooooo much for sharing!!!

Every single dot point had me grinning from ear to ear XD

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sleepyyshouto · 2 years ago

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fire ball

a/n: this is pure crack. a 3 am word vomit (like most things on my blog ngl) but here’s what would happen if izuku got his dads quirk aka if he could breathe fire.

it started with a bone deep chill that seemed to sink into his little bones. izuku knew that couldn’t be right though— it was summer! and summer was for sunshine, and warm days, and nice refreshing breezes. it didn’t stop him from refusing to leave his bed, cuddled up under his limited edition all night comforter.

“mommmmm,” he couldn’t help but whine when it did nothing to stop his shivering. he had woken up in the middle of the night, freezing and nothing seemed to help. as his mom opened the door, she couldn’t help but fret at his red cheeks and glazed eyes.

“oh ‘zuku! you’re burning up.” she said, pulling his blanket away from him. he felt dangerously hot, which strikes her a little odd considering he had no signs of being sick last night but she pushed through. “why don’t we get you some medicine and into the bath, huh? it can’t feel good to be you right now.” she sympathized, unaware to the pout growing on her sons face.

“mommy, I don’t feel hot! it’s cold, FREEZING.” he whined as he tried to pull the blanket back up and she frowned, sitting next to him and taking a second to feel his forehead making izuku hiss at the feel of her colder hands. he didn’t get why everything was so cold.

“im- i- ACHOO!” the sneeze came on suddenly and it took everything in inko to not panic at the fire coming out of her sons nose.

“oh my god!” she breathed before quickly going to grab the towel on his door, “izuku get off the bed, love!” she cried as she proceeded to smother the fire as it covered the blanket. she could hear her son crying as he clung to her leg and after the flames were out she turned to the little tyke. his face was unmarked from the flames, un injured but scared as he clung to her and she quickly picked him up.

“oh baby, that was scary, huh?” she mumbled as she grabbed his all night plush before moving to her bedroom. stopping to grab a few more towels and the fire extinguisher from the kitchen. he softly nodded into her neck before sitting up in her arms.

“mommy, mommy, I got my quirk!” he screamed proudly, making her ears ring and burn from the heat of his breath but she smiled through it.

“I knew you would baby! now let’s get to sleep so that we can go to the doctor tomorrow and you can tell your friends all about it.” his gasp of excitement at being able to tell his friends made her smile even as upon laying down, he started rambling on about what he was going to do. he didn’t get to sleep for another hour or so and she would have to call off work in the morning to get him situated but she couldn’t help the smile on her face despite it all.

that was until he sneezed in his sleep.

do not edit, claim, or repost my works as per @sleepyyshouto

#izuku midoriya #deku #izuku #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #inko midoriya #mha #bnha

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mintmatcha · 3 months ago

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Finally, there's a knock on the door. You spring up, hands out with flat palms, trying to calm the air in the room. Shinso almost laughs, until he realizes you're serious.

"Stay here, I'll talk to him."

You scurry off to the door, just outside of view. the hinges creak and Shinso almost misses your whisper.

"N- is he sleeping?"

"Yeah, lil' buddy is so tired." A man whispers back. "He missed his nap and fell asleep on the train. "

"It's almost bedtime. Now he's not going to sleep tonight."

"Pfft, it's six."

"He's three. He goes to bed at 7:30. You know that."

"Calm down. He had a fun day, that's all that matters."

"All that--?" you take a deep, deep breath. "You really embarrassed me today."

Shinso heart aches a bit at how feeble your voice sounds. you aren't even upset for yourself- you're upset for him.

"Tsk, baby-" The tone of the man's voice is so familiar, but he just can't-

"Don't do that. We were supposed to go to the park today and you ruined it."

"Maybe I'm not ready to hand my son off to your boy toy." Oh, Shinso doesn't like this guy's fucking tone at all. "I don't know who you're seeing and, frankly, I don't trust your taste enough to-"

"Don't do that. Please," you sigh. "I just wanna be happy."

Shinso is in the doorway before he can stop himself.

"Do not talk to her that wa- Monoma."

Sure enough, it's a familiar fucking blonde in the doorway, hoisting a toddler in his arms. Even sleeping, the baby looks like you, all the way down to the lips. A blessing, surely.

"Fucking Shinso." Monoma scoffs, tossing his head to brush his hair out of his face. There's way too many questions bouncing around in Shinso's head; how do you, the kindest person he knows, end up with //Monoma.// "Holy shit."

You blanche. "You two--?"

"Went to high school together." Shinso finishes. "I get what you're dealing with now."

"Oh, please, you're the burnout-"

The tyke in his arms wriggles at the raised tones. All three of you take a moment of silence, only for fucking Monoma to interrupt it.

"Aw, buddy," Monoma's voice is louder now, purposefully rousing his child. "We don't like the scary stranger, do we?"

The boy reacts to the word stranger, clinging on to his dad with his little fingernails digging into his skin. Shinso's understand everything now; this really was just some fucking game.

I am so soft for father figure Shinsou, thank you for giving me something I didn’t know I needed. Just doing everyday things with him and him being soft towards you child is giving me life.

Casual. That's the word you used to describe what the meeting should be. Casual.

"He's a good boy, for the most part." Your bag is already stuffed full of toys and towels and other miscellaneous things that Shinso can't imagine you'll need. "His dad spoils him, so he might be a little bratty at first- we're working on it. Well, I'm working on it. His dad is--"

You kneel down and start rummaging through your things.

"Uh, don't let him guilt you into buying him snacks, please. He's got a severe nut and seed allergy and it's just easier if I take care of it all. There's snacks in here, along with two epipens. There's two more in the red cabinet in the kitchen, just in case we ever need them. "

Somehow, you manage to wiggle out the sunscreen for your bag without collapsing the whole pile. You dollop a bit on your fingers.

"Once they get here, we'll go straight to the park and hang out there for just a little bit. The book says the first meeting should be short and we should give him other things to focus out so he doesn't stress out." Your shoulders are bunched by your ears. "It'll be super casual. Easy. No stress."

Shinso kneels down next to you and dips a finger in the sunscreen.

"No stress," Shinso repeats back, dotting the sunscreen on your nose. It's enough to urge a smile out of you.

"Sorry, I know I'm--" You toss your hands in the air, frazzled, but with a smile. "This is a big deal."

"I know it is."

"We've only been dating for eight months," you say/ "What if we're jumping the gun? I don't want to put him through this if-"

"I'm not planning on breaking up with you." Ever. Shinso wouldn't have agreed to this if he wasn't completely sure that you were the one for him. It's not that he doesn't like children, it's that he's never spent time with any. Only child, no cousins: he doesn't know anything about kids other than the fact he used to be one.

You reach other and dot Shinso's nose with sunscreen. Now, you're matching.

"You might break up with me after you see what I'm dealing with."

Shinso takes your hand. "I'm not going to leave because you have a kid."

"I was talking about his father," you heave out a sigh. "They'll probably be late, by the way."

They are late.

Significantly.

It's six hours past the allotted time, filled with weak excuses from you. The television has rolled into the second season of some trashy show, but neither of you are really watching.

"He always loses track of time," you repeat for the twentieth time, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. Shinso is long past disappointed, well into the area of 'pissed'. Mostly at your ex, partially at you, for letting it happen.

"He's still not calling you back?"

"No," you say, just like you've said before. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let him know about you, he's just-- I dunno. Playing games with me again."

It contextualizes a lot of your behaviors, actually. The anxiety about getting home, the days you go radio silent, the dates where you suddenly have to run off and collect your child: he imagines there's a lot of bullshit games that happen between you two.

"You let him treat you like this?"

"He's my baby's father. I can't just..."

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qkmlh · 4 years ago

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Okay but in making Din unaware of some of the people, their actions, culture and history of which he’s come to interact with (the Jedi, Bo-Katan, Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, etc.), they have created an absolute wonder of a character.

He is not aware of just who they are therefore even the references and jokes they make go completely over his head. It’s not important to him too much so oh well, which in turn are similar sentiments amongst parts of the audience that are in the same boat.

But then you have other parts of the audience that range in knowing the bits and pieces, to knowing everything, and they’re going completely bonkers because H o L y H e C k!! The man was/is working with and against legends, icons, heavy ducking hitters, and he’s a mix of not knowing and not bothering to really care because none of them matter more to him than this tiny little Yoda looking being who can wield the force, that he’s adopted as his son.

It is so damn delightful!!

#It’s like if your uncle who drives a beat up Honda Civic held together by duct tape faith and spite suddenly disappeared and you saw wanted #posters of him with a child you’ve never seen before in your life next to him #with HUGE rewards being offered to bring them in dead or alive #and you find out he took down a fascist crime boss who was the one targeting the kid #and was going on a journey to get the kid back to his family #With occasional updates on how your uncle teamed up with ducking Rihanna Jason Momoa Awkafina #AND JUST ALL THESE BIG NAME CELEBRITIES BECAUSE OF THIS KID #AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHO THEY ARE #LIKE AT ALL #AND YOUMRE OVER HERE LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL DUCK YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT #BUT NO HE’S NOT HE HAS NO CLUE WHO THEY ARE AND HE DOESN’T REALLY CARE HE’S JUST DOING THIS FOR THE KID #AND YOU’RE LIKE WHY ARE YOU EVEN DOING THIS ITS OBVIOUS YOU CARE SO MUCH FOR THE TYKE HE’S PRACTICALLY YOU’RE SON #AND HE JUST STAYS QUIET #AND YOU’RE LOSING YOUR M I N D #So yeah it’s really hecking hilarious #The Mandalorian #Din Djarin #Grogu Djarin #Bo-Katan Kryze #Ahsoka Tano #Boba Fett #Luke Skywalker #Star Wars #Ani Rambles

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heliads · 3 years ago

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Birthday Blues

Based on this request: "Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x female reader. The reader and Peter are in their 20’s and engaged. The reader’s twin sister and her husband have a son, who's turning 1, and everyone is throwing him a birthday party. Peter is in charge of buying the cake. Peter has to put on his Spider-Man suit and stop a robbery, and he isn’t able to make it to the bakery before it closes. He bakes a cake."

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Peter Parker doesn’t think he’s ever been this stressed in his life, and he’s literally Spider-Man.

Let’s list out the worst things to ever hit this planet, the only things that could get Peter’s anxiety skyrocketing the way that it is now. Massive asteroid hitting the Earth and wiping out all the dinosaurs? Check. Any given deadline in Peter’s work? Hell, why not? A child’s first birthday party? Definitely shouldn’t be number one on the list, but for some reason, it is.

The kid isn’t even related to Peter by blood. He closes his eyes and lets himself picture a perfect world in which he has no idea who this little tyke is. Peter could be messing around in his apartment, or out taking photos for his job at the Daily Bugle, or anything that doesn’t involve stressing himself out.

But no, he had to go and fall in love. Man, he’s an idiot when it comes to love. If Peter hadn’t fallen for the one and only Y/N L/N, he wouldn’t have to go to the birthday party hosted by her twin sister, and he would not be this worried about his someday nephew marking his first year around the sun.

He is in love, though. Head over heels. There’s no way Peter could ever shake himself out of a love this pure. Y/N is– well, Y/N is Y/N, and there’s no other way to describe her. Angelic is too simple. Perfect is too plain. She is the only person to keep giving him hope that this world is worth something. It’s a feeling that continues day after day until even his neverending Spider-Man patrols feel like they have a purpose, if only just to make a city where she could be safe.

Peter proposed about one month ago, and it might be the best decision he’s ever made in his life. He stressed about that, too, about picking out a ring that she’d like, and oh God, what if she says no, what would he possibly do with himself then, but in the end, it was all just superb. It was the two of them on a moonlit bridge, staring out at the water as it lapped in silver tides from the stars, and he’d gone down on one knee and come up with a fiancée.

They’re in the midst of wedding planning now, although they’ve been pushing it off for as long as possible. The only problem with this is it means that Peter really needs to win over the rest of Y/N’s family so they don’t do something incredibly bad like, say, interrupt the wedding.

This also means that Peter has to help with his one year old future nephew’s birthday. Peter doesn’t entirely get the point of having a party for a kid so young. They certainly won’t know what’s going on, nor understand it. Still, Y/N’s twin wants a celebration, which means that Y/N has been enlisted and in turn enlisted Peter to help. They’re a unit, she says. They’re never separated.

It’s a fantastic sentiment, except Peter’s better at upholding it in wedding vows and not in one year olds’ birthday parties. He doesn’t even know how to plan a celebration like that. What do young children enjoy, other than causing problems?

He raised that concern over breakfast once, leading to Y/N swatting him with a newspaper as if he really were a spider and not just a man occasionally pretending to be one. She was grinning, though, so Peter would tell a dozen other cynical jokes if he had to. Such is the nature of lovesick fools such as himself. It makes being a pessimist awfully difficult.

Luckily, he’s been set to one task and one task alone: locating a cake. This is fine by Peter’s standards. Y/N, who has the right to be far more stressed than him, gets to help decorate. He scarcely had time to see her around trips to shops across the city to find balloons and streamers and all the things that definitely have to go into the party of a little boy who can scarcely even figure out the difference between his fingers and his toes.

However, Peter has a job, and a very important job at that. He’s getting the cake, for goodness’ sake. The party isn’t until tomorrow morning, but Y/N’s sister wants a dessert from a very specific bakery, so he’s going to have to get it today and store it in his fridge overnight, as directed by both of the L/N sisters at once during a heated planning session.

He can handle that, easy peasy. It’s just about noon now, and Peter’s been pushing off the aforementioned task all morning. He really should just go get the thing, but the bakery’s so far away, and traffic is terrible. Also, Peter would really rather just stare at the ceiling and writhe about in stress instead of actually doing something about it. Yes, it’s not the best coping mechanism. No, he refuses to change.

At last, after taking a power nap that was supposed to be far shorter than it actually was, Peter drags himself out of his haze. He needs to get this cake. Y/N is going to kill him if he doesn’t get this cake, and even though he’s fairly sure that he’d rather get killed by her than any of the other threats he tends to face, Peter needs to stay alive long enough to make it to the wedding.

Just as he’s grabbing his keys, though, Peter gets an alert on his phone from a police radar that he definitely accessed legally. Apparently, there’s a robbery happening across town, and none of the squads are close enough to reach it in time.

Peter wavers for a moment. Spider-Man is supposed to be his alter ego, someone who isn’t him one hundred percent of the time. Peter needs to have his own life outside of sinking himself into this city. He could ignore this, and go get that cake. Someone else can handle this, someone who isn’t Spider-Man.

If Peter let this go, though, he’d never forgive himself. Call it a guilty conscience, call it some last vestige of grief over Uncle Ben. He has never been able to ignore someone in need, and he certainly cannot do it now.

It takes about thirty seconds to change into his Spider-Man suit, and then he’s out the window and swinging as fast as he can between buildings. It’s easy enough to find the source of the crime, he can practically feel the wrongness of it crawling over his skin, and then he’s touching down in an alleyway and starting up the usual charade of the ever present neighborhood hero.

Peter has stopped many robberies over the course of his time as Spider-Man. He’d like to say that this means he’s gotten the process down to a science, that he can whip in and out of here in scarcely any time at all. It would certainly do him good with the threat of getting that birthday cake hanging over him like a festive Sword of Damocles.

This, however, is decidedly not the case. Robberies, much like other crimes, are always difficult to handle because they’re always different. People don’t steal from their fellow citizens for fun, they do it because they’re desperate, because they have no other choice. New York is a city that doesn’t reward those who walk the straight and narrow, as Peter can attest to after having spent his life stuck in these very streets.

People act strangely when they’re under duress. They bring guns when they don’t know how to use them. They threaten the wrong kind of people. There is no such thing as an easy robbery, just some that happen to wrap up faster than others.

The situation happening now, Peter can tell, won’t be one of the quick ones. There are too many hostages involved, and the robbers are gesturing and yelling with a frantic energy that tells Peter that bills must be due soon, or rent is coming up. These people need the robbery to work, because they have nothing to do if it doesn’t.

Peter doesn’t have time to pontificate on the motivations of New York’s various thugs, though. Once you start rationalizing things, you get to wondering just why you’re doing what you’re doing. The people getting robbed are just as down on their luck as the people doing the robbing, and right now, Peter needs to help.

It takes an hour or so to take the whole thing down. The thieves are tenacious, and Peter has to focus his absolute hardest in order to make sure no one gets hurt. By the time he’s pulling himself back together long enough to swing back up to the rooftops and figure out his current situation, a lot of time has passed. Peter has adequately handled the robbery, but he swears he’s forgetting something.

A moment later, the realization crashes over him. The birthday cake. He hasn’t gotten the birthday cake. Y/N is actually going to murder him. He must have forgotten about it during the scuffle of stopping the robbery.

Peter pulls out his phone and checks the time, swearing under his breath when he realizes that the bakery is about to close. There’s no way he can make it there in time, but he can try.

Even with his speediest web-swinging, Peter manages to turn up outside the bakery just five minutes after it closes. His reflection stares mournfully back at him from the darkened windows. The bakery won’t open by the time the party starts tomorrow, and he’s still down a cake.

Peter dejectedly heads back to his apartment. What is he going to do? He pulls open the doors to his pantry as if hoping that a perfect birthday cake will somehow magically appear, but no dice.

He does, however, see a box tucked away in the back of his pantry. He reaches for it with trembling hands, silently praying for it to be what he hopes it is— yes! Cake mix! Peter spares a quick moment to thank the confectionary gods for blessing him at this moment of need. It’s time to bake a cake.

The apartment descends into a storm of flour added and sugar tasted, baking soda measured and cocoa powder spilled. Peter has made many birthday cakes over his time, a tradition stemming from every time Aunt May worked too late and they needed a treat for his uncle. Then, when it was just him and May, Peter kept baking, because the look of exhausted delight on his aunt’s face when he whipped out a birthday cake on her special day was just as delightful as receiving one himself. If Peter couldn’t manage to do anything else right, at least he could manage that.

By the end of the whole ordeal, Peter finds himself staring at a chocolate birthday cake. It isn’t too bad, and he’d even dare to say that it seems like bakery quality. He does have to swing over to a local grocery store to pick up some candles shaped like a number one, because even though the patron saints of stressful desserts have gifted him with the cake mix, it’s too much of a miracle to have first birthday decorations casually on hand.

Honestly, he’s feeling pretty good about himself, a feeling that doesn’t go away when Y/N comes home and beams with delight over the bakery’s success. She will never know. Peter will never tell her. Some secrets, he thinks to himself, are for the best.

When the party rolls around, Peter knows that it’s going to be alright. Y/N did a superb job with the decorations, something Peter makes sure to tell her many times over, and it’s everything that a barely awake one year old could dream about.

The cake is enjoyed by all, something Peter notes with a twisted sort of pleasure. Lies have never tasted so sweet, or so chocolatey. He even catches Y/N’s twin sister saying something about how she’ll definitely have to stop by the bakery for future events because of how successful this attempt was.

He feels quite proud of himself, Peter can admit that. He can also admit that seeing Y/N look so happy after all of this stressful planning is something to be proud of as well. Peter has always known that making time in his life for both himself and Spider-Man will be difficult, if not impossible. On days like this, though, he can’t help but try.

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whyyesihaveasaviorcomplex · 3 years ago

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For a fluff prompt, I was thinking about Leona taking his (romantic) s/o to his homeland for the first time, specifically seeing them in traditional/formal Savannah clothing. Irl, African prints are not only just beautiful imo, but prints can have specific meanings, anything from local sayings to the wearer's marriage status! I think I'd be cute for Leona to ask them to wear something that basically says "I'm with him" without them knowing at first.

This. This is beautiful.

I’m gonna be completely honest, going down the rabbit hole of looking up traditional African designs and their meanings was both fascinating and frustrating. Like I knew exactly which pattern I was looking for (kete pa, one of my old teachers wore it all the time) but I couldn’t find it. It took me several hours and impatience breaks to finally find literally ANY patterns that symbolize dedication to a partner 🥲

I also made the assumption “for the first time” means that Y/n hasn’t ever been in the Afterglow Savannah before, so Y/n is non-local to the AS. Reader being MC is not specified or mentioned, so y’all can be from wherever your heart desires~

Leona SSR Birthday Suit Up Personal Story (why tf is the name so long) spoilers? It just says the situation with his dad’s health cause Father Kingscholar is a bit like in this comic for the drabble

I didn’t mention the servants just cause I’m not having them ruin the mood

3rd person POV, they/them pronouns used for reader

There’s use of “Mouse” from Leona as a term of endearment cause he’s Leona (and even if you’re taller, he’d still call you this cause he’s an asshole, prove me wrong)

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @divvision

Having his partner meet his family was something Leona had been dreading.

Not because he was afraid his family wouldn’t like them, oh no. Quite the opposite actually; It was the fact that they’d get along too well that he was scared of- it meant there’d be even more teasing for him.

Leona was half-tempted to just bring his Mouse to his home unannounced in hopes he could hide the two of them away in his room and they’d be left alone the whole visit.

Unfortunately for him, Y/n had wanted to actually meet his relatives and let them know of their upcoming presence.

Cheka, they had met before multiple times. And he liked them a lot. The second the couple had walked into the sandstone palace, the tyke had clamped onto their leg, not even glancing at his uncle.

Leona felt a tad hurt, but also found it cute.

Everyone else who could had met and welcomed Y/n with open arms. A palace tour and meal later, Leona knew he had to introduce his partner to one last person. Someone he actually admitted he liked.

…

Opening the door slowly, he listened for any protest, instead hearing the sheets rustle as his father sat up best he could. Leona felt a small smile at how excited his dad became.

“Baba… calm down, your heart monitor is going up-”

“So where is this Y/n I’ve heard about?”

Y/n peeped their head in through the door, smiling as they walked into the room behind Leona.

“Right here, sir!” When they stood at his bedside, they took his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Leona took curtsey of sending the servants and nurses in the room out, as well as pulling up two chairs.

“Oh yes, sit! Sit! I have something I’d like to give you!” Leona’s tail twitched in interest as the old man pulled out some blue and white fabric. This didn’t go unnoticed by said old man however. “Ah, Leona, out for a moment!”

“Baba, I just got here-”

“Out! I need to discuss something with your partner very quickly. It won’t take long.” His dark and wrinkled face smiled as he shooed his youngest son away.

And so Leona left the room.

…

A few minutes had passed and Leona was growing impatient. He was just about to knock when the door had opened again, Y/n smiling back at him.

“Whadd’ya think?”

Leona’s brows furrowed for a moment before he noticed the change his partner had. They were now in a crossed-lines patterned wrapper- the same blue and white fabric he saw his father holding earlier. That’s when it hit him the exact meaning of their clothes.

White- purity…

Blue- love, in reference to the oceans and sky…

And the kete pa design- good marriage or dedication to a person…

He knew his Mouse wasn’t originally aware of the clothing’s message, but he also knew his father would have told them. And that would only make Y/n want to wear it more…

Y/n laughed lightly at their boyfriend’s sudden downturned ears and dropped jaw.

“Like it that much, hm?”

“I made them some more for the week, Leona!” His father was clearly excited at the sight in front of him. Leona couldn’t help but smile at the two he cared for.

“Yeah,” Leona held some of the fabric at their shoulder between his fingers, “though you’re wearing it wrong, I’ll fix it.”

His fears earlier were clearly founded.

#leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twst leona #im a leona stan sorry not sorry #it’s sad how much i love this fictional lion man based on a disney villain

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duckymcdoorknob · 4 years ago

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𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂 𝗖𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗔𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆

Was this once again me self projecting into a Tumblr doc?

Yes. Yes it was.

I almost fell asleep singing to the baby I nanny for. Luckily he shifted in his sleep and I could put him in his crib.

Daichi Sawamura

You had been out running errands around 10:00 A.M.

Just casual things like grocery shopping, dropping off checks at the bank etc.

When you arrived home, it was about 11:30.

The baby should be napping by now.

But where was your husband?

You put whatever bags you had for the day down on the counter, crept toward the nursery and gently cracked open the door.

Well you found Daichi.

He was fast asleep on the rocking chair, still somehow managing to rock it back and forth in his sleep.

Your infant son was snoozing on his shoulder as gentle lullabies played on Daichi’s phone.

The sight was perfect.

You let out a fond breath of air and snapped a photo. This would go in the baby book for sure.

Tooru Oikawa

When Tooru offered to take care of your daughter for the night, you were ecstatic to have time for yourself.

He gave you his debit card and told you to go nuts.

“Ever since she was born, you haven’t had a night out. Go have fun.”

Well he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

You go out and have the night of your life, returning with two take-out dinners for the two of you.

“Tooru? My love? Where are you?”

You placed everything on the counter and gently walked toward the nursery, checking to see if she had been put to bed on time.

You gently opened the door and peeked inside.

There was your daughter, fast asleep in your husband’s arms, her head resting on his chest.

Tooru? He was in the nether realm. No chance of waking him up.

You chuckled and snapped a photo on your phone.

“Alexa. Play lullabies on volume two.”

Oh well. You two can eat later. So you placed both of your dinners in the microwave and read on the couch while you waited for him.

Tetsuro Kuroo

Never In a million years did Tetsu think he would be a father

But the moment his son came into his life, all of his fears seemed to cease.

For the most part.

You were out grabbing some new clothes for him because the little tyke had already outgrown them.

Your phone rings.

“(Y/N)? He won’t stop crying! I try to do what you do! He just won’t stop!”

“Okay, okay. Everything will be alright. Warm him up a bottle and try to put him down for a nap.”

“Okay! Love you!”

“Love you too, Tetsu. Please be careful.”

Click.

Well, so much for taking your time with that shopping trip. You rushed to check out and drive home.

“Tetsu? I’m home, my love.”

Silence.

Your curiosity piqued and you tip-toed toward the nursery.

It was a beautiful sight.

Tetsuro was laying on the floor, fast asleep, while your son, also asleep, with his chubby hand wrapped around his daddy’s finger.

You almost cried.

Almost.

You snapped a quick photo and grabbed a pillow and aspirin; he would have a killer knot in his back when he woke up.

Wakatoshi Ushijima

The cacophony of your daughter’s cries awoke you both.

Man. What time even is it??

2:55 A.M

Ushi rushed to her aid, only for her to be unsure of what she wanted.

She continued to cry and babble incoherently as he spoke gently to her.

Maybe she just wants her daddy? Oh well, he can handle it.

You rolled over and went back to sleep.

When you awoke once again, ‘Toshi was nowhere to be seen.

You furrowed your brows in confusion and turned on the video for the baby monitor.

That’s when it happened.

The sight alone made you fall in love with your husband all over again...

There in the extremely cramped crib, lay your 6’3 husband, with your daughter cuddled up to his chest.

You smiled warmly as you continued to replay the moment on the baby monitor.

He crawled into her crib without hesitation, muttering sweet words as he held her close to him.

He held her so gently as if she were porcelain.

You truly picked the perfect father.

Kotaro Bokuto

Oh your sweet, darling, Bo.

He tries so hard to be a good dad for your son.

And he does absolutely perfectly with his attempts.

One super early morning, your son’s cries woke you both up.

Bo insisted it was his turn, and for you to go back to sleep.

Well of course you couldn’t do that, your baby is crying. So you waited patiently in bed for him to return.

Nothing yet? Okay. Time to shower.

You put your hair into a towel hat and throw fresh clothes on.

Still nothing?? Time to investigate.

When you stepped out of the room, your lips curled into a pleased smile.

Bo was fast asleep, arms wrapped protectively, but oh so gently around your sleeping son in his chest.

They were sitting by the window in a chair, presumably watching the sun rise.

Cue internal gushing as you snap a quick photo.

Kita Shinsuke

Kita is fanonically the World’s Greatest Dad™

I mean just look at him.

He just radiates calm dad energy.

Your daughter is the light of his life. An absolute beacon in his crazy daily antics.

This morning, she decided that it was time to wake up, thirty minutes before your alarm usually goes off.

Kita beamed you a warm smile, “I’ll grab her, darling. Go wash up.”

So you did, you trudged groggily to the shower and Kita went off toward the nursery, far too happy to be awake at 5:30 in the morning.

When you finished your shower, you change into some clothes for the day and walk out of your bedroom.

That’s when you saw the purest thing in the world.

No seriously. You thought your heart would explode from cuteness overload.

Kita was asleep on the couch, with your daughter curled up, also sleeping, into the crook of his neck.

You chuckled as you snapped a quick picture, then began to prepare breakfast for the three of you.

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fictitious-little-stitious · 4 years ago

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Breeze

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Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x GN!Reader

Summary: Reader takes in the sight of Jack with their child while they’re all hanging out with friends.

Word Count: ~430

Rating: G

Warnings: Toddlers, fluff, parenthood

A/N: I came up with the ideas and arbitrarily wrote with Marcus Pike. But I was just about to post this when I thought, “Wait - wait a minute! What if… this was Frankie. Or Whiskey!?” So I had to debate who needed these 400 odd words of Dad Mode fluff the most. Anyway this is some easy going, gentle, summertime fluff 🥰 ☀️Thank you @hnt-escape for the support and beta reading! 💙

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The shade of the trees and the heat persuade you to sink into the lawn chair. A once cold drink in your hand is half empty. One of your friends offers you another, much colder, and you gladly accept. Today was a long time coming, a day that has your cheeks and sides hurting for all the laughter. Any warmth you feel is just as much from good company as it is from sunshine.

A breeze that’s just a few degrees too warm to be refreshing carries a rambling conversation to you. You turn your head to the side to see Jack’s profile. In his arm is your son, tuckered out from taking in all the sights and sounds of the day. The little one managed to lose and find his water shoes twice. His other finds consisted of a popsicle stick, a handful of dirt, a broken frisbee, and several “lady bugs”. Most of them were actually grasshoppers and ants, but every bug was a lady bug these days. Your mini entomologist’s cheek is now smooshed against his dad’s shoulder where he’s held upright by a capable arm. He’s dragging out his fight against sleep for as long as he can.

Without warning, he slumps across Jack’s chest to lay belly down across the left arm which has reflexively risen to brace him. His sun hat flops to the grass below. He shifts to rest his cheek on top of the crook of Jack’s elbow. Jack doesn’t flinch or pause his conversation, simply squats down to pick up the hat, somehow managing to not jostle your son. Once he stands back up, Jack adjusts his arm around your son’s thighs. Both of you knew well enough by now that there was no use in making him change positions. No matter how unusual, he would either find that spot again or contort into an even more uncomfortable-for-you position.

Jack sways from his hips back and forth. There’s no music besides the easy conversation and rustling leaves. Before too long, the little one is down for the count. You chuckle at the sight of your friends unintentionally mirroring Jack’s movements despite none of them holding a sleeping tyke. He says something you can’t parse out, but he gets hearty laughter in response. Jack nods to the crew and leaves, his amusement turning into affection with every step he takes in your direction. Condensation and your diverted attention let your drink slip in your hand, but you catch it before you spill. As you take a refreshing sip, you make a mental note to ask him about the story later.

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clintbennet · 1 year ago

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"Ah, gotcha, dunno how you balance it, working the clinic and raisin' two boys." Clint commented with a laugh, it was a commendable accomplishment, Clint could barely take care of himself and Luna and Luna wasn't exactly hard to take care of, being pretty laid back and eating just about anything thrown her way.

He nodded with a smile when she mentioned asking Henry for the super special awesome cartoon bandaids. "I'll be sure t'ask th' bossman fer his blessin's then." He responded with a shake of his head as he glanced down to see the two playing, even with his condition he could hear the joy in the tykes laughs. "Gentle, Luna." He cautioned and prompted her to lay down again, knowing that she could have a tendency to forget how much bigger she was and could easily push the little boy over. He looked back up at her and watched as she explained her history with her sons his expression becoming more serious as the weight of her experience settled into the conversation. If the oldest was six, that meant he was only a year old when the breakout happened. How did she manage to not only survive but also keep her infant son alive? And then to carry a child and give birth in this world, especially near the beginning of everything, he couldn't imagine it. She was strong and capable, there was no doubt about that. He could tell as her tone shifted that this subject was very sensitive and while he had more questions he thought it best to not pry. "I don't know how y'did it, but I'm glad y'did. It's a pleasure meetin' you 'n Henry, Renee." Clint replied with a smile, realizing he was probably holding the two of them up from their park time before they would pick up the older brother from school.

Renee was used to people being shocked when they found out she had two boys. She didn't see why people found it shocking but she took it as a compliment. "Yeah, two. Henry is the youngest. Oliver is in school right now so Henry and I are heading to the playground for a bit before we have to go pick him up." She was sure after they got Oliver they would just wind up back at the playground but she wouldn't mind. She loved watching her boys be happy and enjoying themselves. It made her feel better about everything.

"I might be able to sneak a cartoon bandaid. But you'll have to ask Henry. He's the keeper of them," she laughed, glancing at Henry and Luna. Luna was now licking his face and his giggles were starting to get rather infectious with how sweet and high pitched they were. Oh yeah, they were definitely best friends now. "Outside," she replied, "Oliver's six so he was born before everything happened. I was four months pregnant with Henry when the outbreak happened." While she was still very friendly in her tone, she had grown a bit softer as she thought about how during Henry's birth she was afraid she would lose him. It was a close one.

#renee #and now council member #boi!#reneebrxdxn

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shreddedparchment · 4 years ago

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A World of Our Own Pt.06

Broken Hearts

09/20/2020

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 6,012

Warnings: violence, blood, suggestive themes, language

A/N: I’ve been so excited for this chapter for so long. Probably just one or two more chapters after this. I hope you enjoy it! If you happen to reblog, thank you so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Ryan’s chuckle is infectious, and you can’t help but laugh along with him as he leans over to stoke the flames of your campfire.

It’s warm. Cozy by the roaring ocean waves that bring with it a cool briny breeze.

“Don’t laugh at me. It was very traumatizing.” Ryan demands, putting the large stick he’s been using to poke the fire aside before leaning back against new palm logs that he and Bucky had chopped for seating.

Even though you’re meant to sit on them, all of you seem to prefer to sit on blankets you’d stitched together from clothing too worn to use anymore.

“I feel bad for the shark. It has probably never seen a naked man before in its life and you’re out here dangling your bits all over its face.” You tease, shaking your head as if you really disapprove of him.

“Wha-?!” Ryan gasps, mouth wide open as he struggles to find a comeback.

“I was mindin’-” he takes a lengthy pause. “-mah own business-”

He places his hand on his chest as he pauses again, the wheels in his brain working quickly to come up with his excuse.

“-when this very large an’ scary fish comes out of the depths an’ charges me. I was the one scrambling ta get back ta shore. I was the one who was given a heart attack. Not the bloody shark!”

“Well, why were you swimming so far out?” You ask him, chuckling again and feeling your cheeks warm with embarrassment at the memory of watching him run out of the water screaming at the top of his lungs, “Shark! Shark! Shark!” completely naked.

You’re not ashamed to say that there was nothing there that wasn’t worth looking at, but it was only an afterthought that you now think of as opposed to noticing in the moment.

You’d turned around instantly and gasped, completely confused as to why he was running towards you naked until you’d heard what he was saying.

“Should I start the fish?” Ryan asks, reaching for the folded leaves beside him where you’d put the cleaned fish when the sun had still been out.

It’s very obvious that Ryan isn’t answering your question.

Both you and Bucky have been watching him closely over the past month, since he’d first shown up completely wet, wondering where it is that he goes when he swims.

It wouldn’t make you so suspicious if he weren’t randomly disappearing when he takes these swims. He waits until you and Bucky are busy, distracted, then wanders off without a word.

Bucky has made you swear not to follow him, afraid of what Ryan might be capable of if he is up to something and is suddenly caught.

Problem is Bucky also refuses to leave you alone anymore, so he doesn’t get to tail Ryan either.

Until Ryan chooses to answer your question, neither of you will ever know where he goes.

“Sure.” You nod, then reach to place the metal sheet that Bucky had made for cooking food without having to deal with embers and ash on the fish.

Ryan separates each fish into one leaf on its own then places them on the thin sheet so that they might bake.

The two of you work in silence for a bit, sitting across the fire from each other, you steal glances at him, and he returns each look. He smiles, his expression kind and so trustworthy that you think in moments like these that you and Bucky might be wrong about him.

“Ryan?” You begin, hesitant.

He smiles to encourage you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He nods, smile vanishing as his face becomes a little more serious. Confused as to why you think you have to ask.

“Why don’t you talk about your son?” You wonder, now having said the words your mouth keeps going. “You drop this bomb and then never mention him again. I wasn’t sure whether you didn’t want to talk about him, so I never asked. If you’d prefer not to, I understand. There are things I’d rather not talk about to. Everyone is entitled to their secrets. I just—a kid is such a big part of who you are, right? Not the only part of you, obviously but he’s your son. You must think about him all the time.

“Who did you leave him with? He must miss you so much. I’m so sorry that you’re stuck here, with us, instead of home with your boy.” You sigh, and your breath shudders.

You smile at him awkwardly, realizing you’ve rambled on nervously.

“Sorry.” You offer, “I kinda just go off when I’m nervous.”

Ryan’s face is the picture of relaxation, however. He’s not smiling, but he doesn’t look upset that you’ve asked.

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head and you’re certain that he’s going to tell you he doesn’t want to talk about it, but then… “To be perfectly honest, I wasn’t really sure that you or Bucky cared to know about Conor.”

“His name is Conor?” You gasp, smiling already like an idiot as you start to imagine a mini version of Ryan. Sandy blonde hair, lovely eyes, light skin.

“Aye, wee tyke is only five but when he talks to you, he sounds much older.” Finally, he smiles, the admiration of a father pouring out of him as he thinks about his little boy.

“Does he look like you or his mother?” You wonder, eager for details now that he’s talking.

“He looks like his mother. Almost my exact opposite. Dark hair and skin. Perhaps a bit lighter than his mother but he’s her spittin’ image. Dark eyes too. Just as beautiful.” Ryan says, a bit more forlorn than before.

Your own smile falters, wondering if maybe he and Conor’s mother are no longer together? Jeez, you really hope that he isn’t still married and flirting with you the way he has been. Not that you blame him being stuck on an island with no other women, but still.

Ryan seems like the type of man to devote himself completely.

“Is she-?” You offer, just to see if he’d like to open up.

He meets your gaze, holding it for a long moment before he tilts his head a little as he makes his choice quickly.

“Grace died. Just after giving birth to Conor. Conor almost went with her, but he pulled through and we have made a go of it, I think.” He gives you another smile. “I think he’s happy. Or was, before all this.”

“I’m so sorry, Ryan. I’m sure Conor loves and appreciates you very much.” His story is tragic, and your heart truly breaks for him.

“Thank you. Gettin’ back to him is the only thing that matters now.” He nods, looking more at ease. “It feels good to talk about them if I’m honest. I havin’ really spoken about it ta anyone other than mah parents. That’s who Conor is with, by the way. You were wonderin’ earlier.”

“You can always talk to me. About anything.” You assure him.

His smile grows wider and any sorrow left in his eyes vanishes as he looks down at the cooking fish before giving his head a minute shake.

“What?” You ask, your own voice shaking with the hint of laughter at the amused expression on his face.

“I was just thinkin’ about how unfortunate it is that you’re taken now. You would have made him a proper step-mom maybe.” His bold words stun you.

At a loss for what to say, you can only seem to focus on the way your neck begins to burn.

Ryan clearly enjoys watching you squirm for the two second that he has to do so before Bucky’s voice breaks the tension.

“Keep that up and you’ll lose your room.” Bucky warns, a playful note in his voice but really you can hear how serious he is.

“I just got it.” Ryan protests, looking towards the hut down the beach.

Bucky worked so hard on the build, elevated and sturdy with each brick placed with care and somewhat expert precision. The gambrel roof, which Bucky chose so that you could use the extra space to hang clothes and food away from where animals might find them, is tall and thatched with the fronds you’d worked so hard to tear and resew to keep the hut safe from the elements.

The hut is split in two down the center with two entrances. When you face the hut, the left side of it is taken by Ryan, a flight of bamboo stairs leading up to the curtained entrance. The right side belongs to you and Bucky.

“Stop flirting with my girl then, and I’ll let you keep it.” Bucky threatens, this time it’s clear he means it.

Ryan holds up his hands in defeat as you turn to devour you freshly bathed Bucky. In jeans and a t-shirt, he looks almost as if he’s ready to begin his day but instead of being productive he drops his dirty clothes into the handmade basket you’d woven with the extra strips of palm fronds then moves towards you. He takes hold of your face, tilting it back so that you might look up at him.

He leans down to look at you, smiling pleasantly.

“Hi.” He tells you, voice deep and penetrating.

“Hi.” You reply. “You smell good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He leans down and kisses you, lips so sweet and fresh you could really just do this all night. He holds it for a few moments before he begins pushing you to scoot forward.

You move as he wants you to, looking back at him as he sits himself behind you, legs spread wide before he pulls you back to sit between his legs which he props up on either side of you. His arms wrap around your stomach and while your happiness quadruples with this unyielding affection he seems to shower on you lately, you can’t help but notice the way Ryan looks away, a small twinge of bitterness in his expression.

It’s just the island. You tell yourself, certain that if you all weren’t stuck here, you wouldn’t be so lucky as to hold the attention of two very beautiful men.

Although you’re certain, you can’t help but wonder if Ryan really does like you. Is it possible?

~~~~~~~~~~

Time doesn’t stop. Not for you stuck on this island. Not for Bucky, torn from the promise of a new life. Not for Ryan who misses his son and is losing more and more time with him. With time is taken all hope that you’ll ever be rescued but the three of you refuse to speak the words aloud.

In silence, there is the illusion of hope and you cannot afford to let it go.

Days roll into weeks and the three of you try to keep your spirits up. It’s easier for you and Bucky, you assume. Finally, being with him has changed very little and so much all at once.

The biggest change is your sleeping arrangements. The hut has been built for a while now. Two months it feels like, going on three. Six months going on seven since you three have been trapped here.

With the hut came privacy, the adobe wall that splits it in two gives you and Bucky the luxury of cuddling as you used to in the fuselage without the worries of being accidentally disturbed.

Because of this, in the morning Bucky’s warm kisses trail along your cheeks, your neck, onto your collarbone raising tingles in all the right places before he finds his way up to your lips.

His arms wrap themselves around you as hey lays himself over you and you raise your leg to hold him close.

“Good morning.” He whispers and your eyes open, devouring the beautiful image of him. Clean and dry. Not a drop of sweat on his perfect skin whereas your own is dewy and you’re in need of a morning swim.

“Good morning.” You whisper, your body burning for him.

It doesn’t help that you can feel him pressed against your thighs, stiff and awake with the morning.

With your lips suddenly dry, you run your tongue along them, wetting them as your breath hitches when he rolls his hips from side to side as he adjusts himself over you.

You know that he doesn’t mean it to make your blood boil, but it does and you snake your hands down to his waist before your fingers worm their way underneath his t-shirt and gently tickle his smooth skin.

“What are you doing?” He asks you, a smile in his voice as he raises an eyebrow but hold you closer.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, licking your lips again.

He huffs a laugh, cool air raising goosebumps along your neck.

“I think you know.” He counters, amused by your attempt to seduce him.

“Then why ask?” You reach down, sliding your hand down underneath the waistband of his underwear, breath catching in your throat at the swell of his bum.

“Y/N,” He pleads, a small hint of a chastising tone to his words. “We can’t.”

“But I want to.” You whimper, tired of begging. It’s been so long since the two of you have been together. For what feels like forever now.

“So, do I, kitten. Trust me.” He wiggles his hips, probably just trying to get comfortable but he inadvertently eggs you on, proves his point by pressing his erection against you—accidentally of course.

“Then…” You try it even though you know he’ll say no. Even though this argument has failed so many times. “…I can just-I’ll give you something and you don’t have to give me anything back.”

“I could never do that.” He argues, his face contorting a bit more. The hints of anger rising.

“Then we can just stop there, Bucky. We’ve got control, don’t we? I wanna suck your co-”

“Jesus, Y/N.” Bucky rolls off of you, sitting at the edge of the low bed with his elbows on his knees as he looks across the hut to the opposite wall, his breathing a little heavy.

You sit up, blinking away the tears of rejection because you know he doesn’t mean it in that way. You know what his worry is because it’s you’re worry too.

“I’m sorry.” You move up behind him, hugging him around his chest and resting your cheek against his solid back.

The rapid rate of his heart tells you how much he wants you even if he can’t see to let himself show it. You take solace in that as you splay your hands on his chest, breathing in the scent of the coconut oil you’d infused into the handmade soap you’d worked on several weeks ago.

“I…you know that we can’t.” He frets, still upset.

“I do.” You shake your head. “I’m just-”

He hears the sob trapped in your throat and he turns so quickly you nearly fall over but he’s there, holding you tight against his chest, hands caressing the back of your head as the other wraps around your shoulders.

“I want you, kitten. Believe me. I do. If I could be sure that we wouldn’t mess up…You were the one that set this boundary.” He reminds you, pulling back to look at you as shame overcomes you.

He’s right of course. You’d told him that you didn’t want to sleep with him until the two of you could be sure that you wouldn’t get pregnant. Not here. Not on this island. There was too much that could go wrong. Too much danger for a baby, not to mention birthing one here with no doctors in case something went wrong.

No, you couldn’t do it and so you’d both agreed.

But…

“I didn’t think we’d still be here.” You huff, burying your face into his chest to hide your embarrassment.

Bucky breathes a little more lightly, almost laughing again at the shift. This conversation has gone from up to down and right back up.

“I know, babe.” He whispers, resting his chin on your head as he strokes your back with both hands. “To be honest, my patience is also wearing thin.”

You pull back quickly, searching to get a look at his eyes to see if he might be lying. He isn’t and it does make you feel better that you aren’t the only one struggling with this abstinence.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to wait.” He confesses.

“Me neither.” You sigh. “But you already knew that.”

His face breaks into a smile and you’re calm again, happy to see that beautiful expression on his handsome face. Silver blue eyes all crinkled at the corners.

You reach up to touch his hair, giving it a decent appraisal. “You need another cut.”

“I think we should go shorter this time.” He nods.

“Like a little higher than your chin?” You touch the spot, but Bucky shakes his head.

“No, I mean, short.”

You gasp. “Bucky, I don’t think I trust myself to do that.”

“I trust you.” He counters but you shake your head.

Nope. You’re not going to risk butchering his lovely locks.

“I won’t do it, Barnes.” You frown.

“Stubborn ass.” He glowers.

“Fuck you.” You retort.

“Not yet.” He teases.

“I hate you!” You spit at him, because you can already see the laugh coming at that unfair statement and you shove away from him, moving towards the clothes you’ve got packed in one of the salvaged suitcases to pull out your favorite pair of jean shorts and a plain red t-shirt.

He’s laughing as you dress and doesn’t stop when you’re gone.

Making your way down to the campfire, you search for Ryan, half expecting to find him cooking fish for breakfast but he’s nowhere to be found.

As Bucky joins you, dressed in the same t-shirt with his own favorite pair of jeans on, you place your hands on your hips and look towards the stretch of water where the cockpit had once been visible.

It seems to have sunk to the floor now that the tide has risen and fallen so many times, taking the plane with it.

“What’s the matter?” Bucky wonders, lifting his foot onto the trough he’s been mixing more clay in again, working on something secret that he refuses to let you in on just yet.

“I’ll tell you when it’s relevant. Right now, it’s just a precaution. Trust me, okay? If I need to bring it up, I will.” Then he’d gone back to lining the outside of the hut with metal sheets from the plane before sealing them over with clay.

He laces up his boot but watches you as he works.

“He’s gone again.” You shake your head.

“He hasn’t tried anything.” Bucky ponders. “If he was going to hurt us, he would have done it by now.”

“I know, it’s just…” You bite your lip.

“He is hiding something.” Bucky agrees, this conversation having played out so many times. “But I think he also wants some distance from us. We’re probably annoying to be around.”

“We’re not that bad anymore.” You argue.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky whispers, his lips suddenly at your ear.

He kisses it, slipping your lobe into his mouth as your eyes shut to the pleasure the gesture raises.

“You’re not making this any easier.” You sigh but turn to look at him and without hesitation pull him down to meet your lips with his own.

The kiss is a frenzy, heated and eager as your hands grope and cling as Bucky’s also press and pull against the flesh of your hips and ass leaving burning bruises behind.

Out here where you might get caught is the safest place to be this affectionate. Where you can’t take this any further than this passionate kiss.

“Do ya really have ta do that so early in the mornin’?” Ryan’s voice cuts in, interrupting just as you both intend.

Bucky pulls away first, letting the smack of your kiss echo before giving you one devilish grin then marching back to the trough.

“Sorry.” You turn to Ryan, hoping your expression is rightly chastised. “Fish?”

Ryan holds it up to indicate his catch then moves towards you to hand it over for cleaning.

You settle down beside him on your usual stump, pulling out your makeshift knives and gut the fish with the precision of someone who’s done this everyday for half a year. Ryan gets to building a new fire, gathering as much of the ash for you as he can for when you decide to make more soap.

While you work, you watch him, stealing glances at the subtle downturn to the corners of his lips.

The longer he works the more he seems to wallow.

Once the fish is settled over the fire, you turn in your spot to focus your attention on him.

“What?”

Slightly startled, he turns to you with wide eyes, all traces of the depression he’s been in gone.

“What?” He sounds confused.

“What’s the matter with you?” You clarify.

“Oh.” He sighs and shakes his head.

You know you can guess. “Conor?”

“Aye, Conor.” The sadness returns to his face and your heart gives a painful lurch for him.

He must miss his son so much.

“He’s probably startin’ school this month.” He laments, stoking the fire.

“It’s his first year?”

“Aye, I hope he isn’t scared.” Ryan hopes.

“I’m sure he’s just as brave as his dad.” You offer in comfort, giving Ryan as kind a smile as you can muster.

“We’ll get off this island, Ryan. Someone will come. Even if it’s by accident. Even if it’s years from now. You’ll be with Conor again.” You hope, because even though you want it to be a promise, you don’t know.

Ryan’s face contorts, agony ripping through him for one quick second before he meets your gaze and reaches out to take hold of your hand.

“I think…” Bucky begins from the trough, Ryan’s hand freezing mere inches from your own.

He takes it back and clears his throat, the look of pain vanishing from his handsome face before he looks to Bucky just as you do.

Bucky’s gaze is focused on the horizon, the ocean waves unnaturally gentle. It’s a beautiful day.

“What is it babe?” You call, trying to pull Bucky out of his thoughts.

He turns his furrowed brow back to the two of you, “I think we might have to move to the cave. Soon.”

“The cave?” You rise, glancing at the fish to make sure they’re not burning. “The one Ryan was in when he landed?”

Ryan sits back, a perplexed gaze fixed on Bucky.

“Yeah. Do you think you can show me where it is?”

“Why would ya need to go there?” Ryan reaches out to stoke the fire once again, pulling his gaze away from you both.

“Bucky?” You worry, moving towards him as he straightens up and wipes his hands clean to take your hand as you reach him.

“We won’t need to go there yet.” He assures you, wrapping his metal arm around your waist to pull you into his side. “It’s just a precaution.”

“A precaution against what?”

“It’s hurricane season. The hut is…I’m not exactly an architect. I’ve done what I can with what we have but that hut is not meant to withstand a hurricane. When it comes down to it, we might be able to take shelter in the fuselage if we have to but with the three of us, the cave might be a better option. How did you hold up in the caves during that first storm?” Bucky gestures to Ryan.

Ryan spares you both a glance before nodding. “There was minor flooding at the back jus’ before the exit by the jungle but otherwise it was dry and safe. It’s not a bad plan.”

“Then you’ll show me where it is?” Bucky insists.

“It’s not hard ta find, but sure. Tomorrow morning?” Ryan turns to him.

Bucky nods leaning down to press a kiss to your head.

The memory of that initial hurricane just after you’d crash landed here fills you with worry. What if you do have to go through another one and this one is worse? How likely is it that you’d die from a storm before you get rescued?

“Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll keep you safe.” Bucky whispers, reaching up to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand where there is no clay.

“I wish you didn’t have to shoulder so much.”

“Taking care of you is never too much.” Bucky smiles. “I kinda look forward to it actually.”

“Why?” You wonder, absolutely confused.

“Because I do. Don’t question it. Just accept it. You’re never getting rid of me.” He teases.

“Even when we’re rescued?” You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Especially when we’re rescued.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you once, then starts to lean down towards you for a kiss.

“I’m going for a swim.” Ryan announces, breaking the little bubble you and Bucky are in.

Without ceremony, Ryan moves straight for water headed towards the crash site without even feigning a different direction.

This draws both yours and Bucky’s attention as both of you are well aware that Ryan has still been swimming out to the cabin, but he’s taken such great care to go at it in roundabout ways. While strange, you guess that he must be more upset about Conor than even you could tell.

Your mind replays the agonized look he’d given you before when you’d promised him that rescue would be coming. Maybe he could tell that it was only your hope?

“He misses Conor. He should be starting school soon.” You explain.

“Mm.” Bucky nods, accepting your explanation.

“If there were any photos, he would have found them already, wouldn’t he?” You wonder, curious to no end about your new friend.

Sure, you have suspicions, but after so much time spent with him, you’ve both accepted him as a part of your life here. Ryan has your trust. And though you know it was given reluctantly, Bucky’s too.

“Maybe he just can’t bear to give up. I know I wouldn’t.” Bucky looks down at you, giving you a squeeze.

“If you had a son?” You ask.

“I’m not opposed to the idea.” Bucky stuns you, pulling you to look at him with his words to see how serious he might be about it. “With you. When the time is right.”

Your heart is pounding. Your mind is reeling. Bucky wants to have kids with you?

“You promise?” You gasp, so shocked your voice is mostly air.

“I love you.”

You smile, loving the words that spill from his lips.

“You do?”

Bucky smiles then chuckles, reaching up to squeeze the back of your neck, and you know that he’s telling you the truth.

~~~~~~~~~~

“You smell good.” Bucky sighs, holding the blanket open for you as you take off your shoes and slip into the bed and nestle into Bucky’s arms. “Good bath?”

You can hear the exhaustion in his voice. He’s been working so hard to fortify the hut for smaller storms that might hit.

“Yes.” You hug him, cuddling in against his side as he drapes the blanket over you.

“You’re wearing your shorts?” He checks, and he’s right.

You’ve chosen to sleep in your second set of shorts, dark gray cloth instead of jeans and your tattered blue floral dress.

Because you don’t answer, Bucky adjusts to look down at you, forcing himself awake.

“Kitten?”

“I’m just…I want to be ready if we need to go short notice.” You confess, shutting your eyes and refusing to look at him. You don’t want him to see the fear.

“Ready for what?”

“Anything. Hurricanes.” You admit and wish you could throw away this fear.

You’re almost expecting Bucky to chastise you for your worrying but instead he settles into the plane cushion bed again and cuddles you closer.

“That’s smart.” He approves. “But we won’t have anywhere to run until tomorrow morning. Ryan has to show us the cave first.”

“Can I come?” You’re already drifting off, voice weak and slurring.

Bucky’s is the same, both of you exhausted from the day’s work.

“You kidding? I’m not letting you outta my sight.” He mumbles, his breathing getting heavier.

You almost smile but sleep takes you and your mind is overcome with dreams of thunderous clouds.

~~~~~~~~~~

For a moment Bucky isn’t sure what he’s hearing. He can feel you stirring to the sound in his arms and he tries to hold you tighter.

You were so scared before, the look of terror in your eyes at the prospect of being caught in a storm worse than the one you weathered before.

He wants to make sure you feel safe and secure with him. He’ll protect you from weather and predator, whether that’s animal or stupid fucking Ryan.

You tug away from him hard though and the sound…a humming…no, a loud thumping. It’s hard to place as he tries to both understand the sound and also figure out why you’re no longer lying beside him.

“Y/N?” He searches, sleepily pushing himself onto one elbow as he hears you bolt for the door.

Suddenly he’s wide awake and he can hear you rounding the hut to the other set of stairs on the other side.

He pulls his boots on quickly, sliding his feet in and lacing them with nimble fingers loosely.

“He’s gone!” You cry out, the pure panic in your voice as the sound overhead suddenly makes sense to Bucky.

A helicopter! It thuds loudly, motor whirring and buzzing and blowing sand everywhere while whipping trees back and forth.

Bucky springs form the hut and sees you already racing towards the trees where you can see the chopper headed.

He passes you quickly, easily. But he doesn’t stop because he knows that you would never forgive him.

Bucky runs faster than he’s ever run in his life, barreling through dense jungle but never once missing a step.

The branches of certain trees scrape at his skin and slap his face, but he doesn’t relent in his pursuit.

It takes minutes for him to reach a small field of tall grass. It’s sways violently in the chopper’s wind and at the center of this field is Ryan.

Bucky stops, taking in the sight as a blinding spotlight shines on Ryan first then quickly swings towards him.

Ryan follows the beam and when he sees Bucky take a step towards him, he reaches down to his hip where a holster suddenly sits. He pulls a gun, a 9mm Beretta from what Bucky can tell, and stops his advance.

“Stop!” Ryan orders, his voice tight and commanding.

As the chopper descends a little more to hover at fifty feet, a steel wire ladder falls down towards Ryan as Bucky begins to notice the metal case in his other arm.

“What’s in there?” Bucky asks, staying as still as he can until he might have a chance to pounce.

“The other black box.” Ryan says simply, his voice softer but defiant. “Parts of it.”

Bucky’s glare is piercing and if Ryan didn’t have that gun, he would probably have already fled.

“I had to…” Ryan begins, still combative in tone but Bucky realizes that the anger in it is not directed at him. “They have me by the balls, mate. When Grace died, Conor would have followed, but they found me, and they offered to save his life. That is a debt I can never repay.”

Bucky’s fists tighten, anger bubbling up to choke him so that he cannot speak. These schemes, it has to be Hydra. No one else would want him dead.

“Who’s they?” He forces himself to ask, just to make sure.

It could be the U.S. Government too if he’s being completely honest. They could very well want him out of the way.

“I don’t know. People.” Ryan throws out, and Bucky believes that he doesn’t know. “All I know is they wanted you out of the way. If I had known that she…I didn’t know that she would be there. I didn’t know that they would die.”

Ryan’s voice grows thick and he shakes his head, ridding himself of whatever thoughts his guilt have conjured up.

“If I don’t finish the job, they’ll kill mah boy.” He holds the gun steadier, catching his breath before he makes his face as stoic as possible. “This is all I can give her. I can’t save her, but I can at least do this much. I can give her you. They’ll think you’re dead. I’ll make sure.”

Bucky sees it now. The real emotions behind his eyes. Ryan does love you. He’s certain of it now. He also understands what he’s saying and leans forward, angling himself so that when Ryan shoots, the bullet will hit his shoulder. Too high to be his chest and endanger his lungs or heart.

“Tell her I’m sorry.” Ryan pleads, and squeezes the trigger.

Bucky’s mind races with possibilities. Ryan might miss. He could hit him where he will not recover and then you’d be left here alone on this island. You’d hate him for not fighting and hate Ryan for killing him. He could bleed out and Bucky can’t imagine you here without him.

The bullet pierces him just where he’d hoped and falls to the ground with a heavy thud and goes as still as he can possibly can.

He holds his breath, pushing through the pain that burns from his right shoulder, and hoping that the chopper will leave quickly.

~~~~~~~~~~

Gasping with a stitch in your side and your legs made of jelly, you break through the trees onto a field you’ve passed a few times here on the island but avoided in case of snakes.

The sight before freezes you. Ryan shoots. Bucky falls.

Ryan turns to a wire ladder and begins to climb, and you race to Bucky, sobs already shaking your body.

“Bucky, no!” You gasp. “Please. Please, don’t be dead.”

As you reach him, you turn him over, and see that his eyes are wide open, reading your heartbroken expression as he remains unmoving while you press your hands against his wound.

You continue to sob, turning your eyes to the chopper overhead as it pulls away and takes with it all hope of your rescue.

As it fades into the distance, Bucky pulls himself up a bit, sitting up and pressing his much larger hand against the bullet hole on the front while you fuss with the exit wound in the back.

“W-We need to s-stitch you up.” You cry, voice low and controlled despite the sobs still ripping through your throat.

Without hesitation you reach down and tear away at your dress reducing its length even further, now just barely reaching your hips. You wrap it around the wound as best you can, slapping Bucky’s hand away to shove more fabric over it and then place his hand back over the spot.

“I’m alright, kitten.” Bucky tells you, voice strong and certain.

“Like fuck-all you are.” You sob, fisting the front of his shirt as you refuse to look back to where you can still hear the chopper’s sounds, fading. “H-He shot you.”

Bucky strokes the side of your face with his metal hand, directing your gaze up so that you can look at him.

As you meet his steel and ice eyes, full of warmth and reassurance, you fall to pieces as you realize that Ryan has betrayed you. All your suspicions, as unlikely as you’d thought them, were true.

Bucky metal arm pulls you closer, his lips pressed to your crown as you sob against his chest, knowing now that you will never leave this place. You and Bucky will live and die on this island and no one will ever know you were here.

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