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dungeonsandblorbos · 1 year

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my poor little meow meow Milo/the Bagman is my new blorbo oops

so, it's homebrew Curse of Strahd. we (me, Cerris, human tempest cleric, and him, Shalden, half-orc paladin) make it to Ottoma to acquire a wedding dress on behalf of the Abbot in Krezk (long awful but amusing story for another time), but the woman who makes literally all of the wedding dresses in this godforsaken country is currently out of town. so, being adventurers, in a city just brimming with serial killers and kidnappers—because Ottoma is brimming with serial killers and kidnappers—we decide to take one of them on. just to kill some time while we're waiting for the dressmaker, you know how it is

we've got no shortage of options to choose from: there's the barrack slasher, who dissects his victims as if to study them like a doctor might; the basher, who hits mostly refugee men and drunkards with blunt objects; the strangler, who strangles pretty young engaged women and men; shadow john, who just disappears people into the sewers wells; and the snatchers, an unknown number of what we're pretty sure are hags, who steal homeless and orphan children, presumably for the purpose of making their intoxicating pies

but in the end, our choice was made for us when we were attacked by shadow john, who turned out to be an old "friend" of ours—the Bagman. some of you other Curse of Strahd players may have run into this nasty motherfucker before yourselves, as he is an actual official DnD monster whom i Hate. course, our DM homebrewed him up some, but the basic premise is the same. he's 10ft tall, all skin and bones, with scragly overly long hair and gangly overly long limbs and, just, the worst teeth you've ever seen. he lives in the vast pocket dimension that all of the bags of holding in Barovia feed into, which means he can just reach his horribly long-fingered hand out of any bag of holding to grab you and pull you while you're just minding your own business. this is what happened to our third party member, who is still stuck in the bag of holding (more on their fate in another post, probably)

so.

it seems that the bag he enters Ottoma through is down in the city's well system, which means we get to go into the sewers wells in search of him (yes my DM was in fact inspired by Steven King's IT for this plotline). it's awful, it's wet, there's some horrible pint-sized leech monsters made of human flesh and a fuck you big spider down there, each of which almost kill us. there's also an old lab of Strahd's from when he was Victor Frankensteining it up in college. and the lair of a serial killer called Leather Sole Jack who used to kill and eat adventurers around Ottoma until the city's mayor caught him and threw him in jail. there's also, just, so much fucking money and cool loot, including a staff topped by a skull with two diamonds for eyes, perfect for casting Revivify with! and, finally, the Bagman's bag

so we rappel down into the bag using the silk Shalden picked up from the spider's corpse. it's dark, it's weird, there's shit everywhere, including some small wells that don't actually work. in one of the wells, we find a bucket with a little toy duck in it. on the bottom of the duck is the name MILO, scrawled in sloppy child's handwriting.

and then we find a campsite, with a little fire going, and some tents around it, and a catatonic peasant halfling couple, sitting there like posed dolls. beside them, there's more little toy ducks, with the same name label. somewhere down here, there is a child named Milo who loves his ducks

then the Bagman emerges from one of the tents and calls us his friends and asks us to stay. we go along with it at first, and he has us play pretend with him, and then we play hide and seek. Cerris gets found first, so he helps the Bagman find Shalden. to be specific, he spots Shalden right away bc his hiding spot is Not Very Good, and casually asks the Bagman what they're gonna do when they find him. the Bagman, in a voice raspy with disuse (our DM used a text-to-speech bot that's also used in the Mandella Catalogue for spooky effect), replies cutely, "Tickle." so of course Cerris immediately betrays Shalden's location because he's a good friend like that

the point is, over the course of our entertaining the Bagman, it becomes very obvious that actually, the Bagman might not be a man at all. he might be a child who was warped into this horrible monster by Strahd's cruel experiments, and has been trapped in this cursed body with his child's mind for what could be centuries

and then he realizes he never actually introduced himself to us. so he does.

his name is Milo.

i, as a player, adopt him on the spot. from that point onward, the Bagman was my blorbo, my poor little meow meow, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. you know, this guy:

yeah. he's my baby now.

soon after he becomes my blorbo, he tries to eat Shalden. and you know what, i forgive him for it. he's a child who got turned into a monster; he didn't know any better! his only caretakers for the past 100+ years have been Strahd (who ate his own brother) and Daddy Eldritch (who turns people into scarecrows and eats their teeth. yes literally), so it's not like he had any good role models or teachers

(that said, it is still very rude to try to eat someone, especially someone you called your friend)

so he tries to eat Shalden. Shalden sets all our tents on fire in self-defense. they're fighting. Cerris joins the fight. Shalden gets knocked unconscious, then Cerris's spirit guardians take out the Bagman. while Cerris is going over to treat Shalden, he sees something out of the corner of his eye:

the Bagman's body is changing. shrinking.

suddenly, it's not a monster's body lying there.

it's the body of a four year old halfling boy.

naturally, Cerris slapped Shalden with a quick Cure Wounds, then ran over to the Bagman's—Milo's—body with his Revivify staff, acting on instinct. over Shalden's very loud protests, Cerris proceeds to bring Milo back to life.

Milo looks up at Cerris, and asks in his little child voice, "why are you so big?" and when Cerris explains that he's himself again, he says softly, "the Bagman's gone?" so Cerris says yes, he's gone, and privately decides that actually this child is his now and he's going to protect him with his life

in conclusion, the Bagman is my sweet little baby boy and my PC has adopted him after killing him and subsequently Revivifying him. you will be hearing more about him in the future. that is all.

#curse of strahd #curse of strahd homebrew #ttrgp stories #dnd stories #cerris tempescu #npc adoption #new blorbo unlocked #poor little meow meow #meow meow milo #the bagman

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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Hey! I just love how you write and characterize the lords and if you're taking requests i was wondering if i could do one of my own. It's be basically how the other lords would react to finding out you were datibg one of them.

Hii, thank you for requesting this! it’s been a very busy and stressful day and this really helped me unwind! It’s gender neutral and i put it all in a little scenario for everyone to enjoy!

Alcina Dimitrescu

You knew that when you invited the other three lords over to Castle Dimitrescu for dinner that there may be some shocked faces sitting around you.

It was finally the night that you and Alcina were going to announce that you were dating to her other siblings. Her daughters of course had already welcomed you into their home and looked up to you.

Alcina sat at the head of the table, you to her side as she placed her hand in yours and raised a glass in the air, Daniela tapping her knife against her glass in order to clear the room.

“My dearest, and not so dearest siblings, tonight we dine with a special occasion in mind… and so I would like to formally announce to you all that we’re dating.”

She finishes her toast by saluting Heisenberg who looks like he’s just about choked on his fork when he sees Alcina hold your hand up and kiss your knuckles.

Angie screeches with excitement which breaks the silence of the room, jumping for joy as Donna claps her hands, the two clearly very happy for you both.

Moreau is nothing but supportive, if not a little sad as couples make him fell that much lonelier but he can’t stop the smile on his face from seeing you two together.

Karl pretends like he’s not happy for his sister, keeping up the playful banter the two share and whines about not wanting to attend any weddings or think about gifts.

“Oh hush, you man-thing. You’re just jealous, nothing more.”

Everyone in the room chuckles and Karl holds up his glass to salute the two of you in return, very happy for the both of you but won’t show it.

Meanwhile Daniela, Cassandra and Bela internally cringe when they see their mother lean over and kiss your cheek while waiting for desert.

“EWW mother! that’s gross!”

Donna Beneviento

She’s very terrified to tell her siblings about you, always anxious about what other people think about her.

However, you stand for none of that and pull her into a tight hug, assuring her that no matter what you’ll always love her.

After Miranda ended a family meeting and only the siblings remained, you cleared your throat to get the Lords attention.

Before you can even open your mouth to explain yourself Angie comes rushing around the corner with a huge grin on her face.

“THEY’RE DATING!! Aren’t they adorable?! You better think they’re adorable!”

Angie’s chaotic energy fills the room as she bounces from overly excited that she announced your relationship and threatening anyone that would think otherwise.

Donna waves her hand and Angie is summoned back to where she sits on her forearm. Your hand reaches down and takes her other hand that’s sitting by her side. Your fingers slot together perfectly as her slightly shaking and sweaty hands hold onto yours for dear life.

Alcina gives one of her large toothy grins, accentuated by her vibrant red lipstick.

“I must host a ball for the two of you at once!”

Moreau is slightly creeped out by Angie’s still very threatening stare but his smile is genuine as he beams at the two of you.

He’s super excited and definitely starts thinking of ways he can be a wingman to your relationship like planning dates, making gifts and maybe fishing out an old camera.

Karl having been rather close to you and Donna can’t be more happy for you both, especially Donna who he’s recently rekindled his friendship with.

He wraps her in a tight hug with his arms around her shoulder as he ruffles part of her hair.

“I’m really happy for you two, but don’t expect any of the sappy tears cause you ain’t getting any of it!”

Salvatore Moreau

It took a lot of failed attempts to get Salvatore to walk through the church’s door with his hand in yours.

After much trial and error, he’s finally ready to announce to his siblings about your relationship.

When you first walk in together, everyone is mildly shocked, you had been keeping it a secret for a while.

Alcina takes a long drag from her cigarette and points at your hands together, a smile breaking out on her face.

“It seems you’ve been busy Salvatore, I thought you never left that mine of yours but it seems I have been pleasantly surprised. I must say I am happy for you both.”

Pretty soon after, Angie comes running up to you and tugs on your leg. You look down at her as she jumps up and down with joy.

“Does that mean we’re like siblings now, you’re our in-law now!! You have to come and see the dolls Donna made! Ooh she can make you a doll for you and Sal!”

Heisenberg’s shock gets turned into bubbly laughter as he pats Salvatore on the back and looks over to you, excited as ever.

“I hope you’ve learnt how to get used to his nightly cheese obsession. I don’t know how you do it.”

You know he’s just being playful but deep down he’s still happy for the two of you in your relationship.

Eventually Mother Miranda arrives and you take your seat next to Salvatore, giving his shoulder a nudge and a playful wink as you hold his hand under the pew.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl has two moods when he thinks about announcing your relationship to his siblings.

It always varies between not giving a shit about what they say, being too tough to take criticism or rejection; ready to ignore whoever had something bad to say and completely freaking out that it could find its way back to Mother Miranda and be used against you both.

When you finally confide him to put down his tools, stump the cigar out and go over to his siblings and tell them he’s already boarder line freaking out.

The Lords stand at the ceremony cite, confused as to why they’ve been summoned without Miranda.

You stand there waiting for Karl to say something, as he stares back at you, pleading behind his glasses. You groan and face his siblings.

“Ugh fine i’ll do it you drama queen. EVERYONE! Karl and I are dating, there I said it for you!”

Alcina is the first to respond, cracking up with laughter as she sees her brother all embarrassed over such a small thing. She can’t deny that she’s happy for you and has known for a while that you were at least sweet on each other.

There have been many times where she’s caught you both staring at each other during family meetings or events and even heard whispers from the Duke about you both spending a lot of time together. Now her suspicions have been confirmed.

“My Dear, how you can stand him is beyond my knowledge but if he makes you happy then I welcome you into our family. Officially.”

Salvatore is beyond happy that you and Karl are together, knowing in some ways that the two of them are similar and have a habit of staying locked away in their respective domains without socialising with many people. So for him to hear that Karl finally found someone, he’s absolutely thrilled.

And Donna, well she’s so happy for the both of you. Both her and Angie love spending time with you and now that they’ve heard about your relationship she wants nothing more than to have lunch and talk for hours as you tell her all the little quirks about heisenberg that no one gets to see but you.

Soon all four lords make their way over to the Duke to get some lunch and any other supplies they might need. The whole time you hand is wrapped around Karl’s arm and you reach over to place a kiss on his cheek as he leans into you.

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x reader #resident evil village #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil #asks #prompt

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chalkrevelations · 3 years

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SO. Word of Honor, Episode 10, and everyone is deep in their feelings … well, their feeling, which is misery.

First, due diligence, and I really mean it on this one: SPOILERS not just for this ep but for the entire show. Out of the car, for now, and come back later, if you want to watch the whole thing unspoiled.

Well, it’s the breakup episode, y’all. Everyone is wallowing in misery, and Our Couple is taking that out on themselves and in some cases (:cough:WKX:cough) on everybody around them. We open on sad-sack Wen Kexing digging sadly in the dirt with a sword, the bodies of the Four Sages of Anji laid out beside him as he gives a RIP speech about how you have to be careful when making friends, because they’ll turn out to be bad news, which is clearly yet another warning about himself, because I don’t think anyone in the mob who killed these aging hippies in the last ep was a friend (although I suppose it could be argued that WKX is talking about their friendship with Gao Chong getting them killed) and anyway, you have to understand that WKX is a demon under the skin, not even really human, you guys, and he’s only ever going to disappoint everyone. Has he not made this clear by now? His sword breaks at this point, which probably ought to tell him he’s not going to be able to bury any of this mess. Then Zhou Zishu shows up and is understandably unhappy at the way his decision last ep to walk out on faith for this guy has gone completely pear-shaped, and he asks some rather pointed questions about whether four dead Sages of Anji is what WKX wanted and if he’s happy now – questions that sound, my dude, a little confrontational. I mean, I think you’re entitled, given the situation, but I’m just sayin’. WKX flings off ZZS’s hand and wants to know if “Leader Zhou” has only ever killed bad people, which is a hit that lands, and it hurts, just like it was supposed to, and this is definitely one of those nightmare scenarios where everyone just keeps digging themselves deeper. ZZS is all, FINE THEN, and leaves. Again. Because WKX is apparently a demon in human form who’s only ever going to disappoint everyone. Including his zhiji. I love you with all of my heart, ZZS, but a little bit, you come off like you only showed up to twist the knife, my man. Anyway, ZZS stomps off to go mope at Yuefan Tower, the scene of his bad decision to trust this guy BEFORE finding out he sets up revenge murders for fun. We’re treated to a flashback sequence of some of ZZS’s Tian Chuang state-sanctioned violence, including a pile of bodies in a burned-out house with a little girl who reaches out to him and calls him “shushu” (which I think is a reference to something that actually happens in Qi Ye); killing that official dude and making Jing’an drink poison, from Ep 1; inserting the Seven Nails into Bi Changfeng - a whole bunch of bad shit that WKX has dug back up way more successfully with a few words than that grave he was trying to dig with his broken sword. ZZS sighs mournfully and unfairly beautifully (your FACE, my dude) over the fact that he thought he found his soulmate, but he was apparently WRONG, and meanwhile, we see Han Ying lurking worriedly and devotedly in the background.

Then, both of these morose motherfuckers proceed to drink themselves (even more) stupid over each other, WKX in a brothel and ZZS moping by himself downstairs at the (No Longer) Getting Lucky Inn, leaving poor Han Ying and A-Xiang to eventually deal with them. ZZS is literally falling over as he calls for more wine – you are a sloppy drunk, laopo, although I have to admit, you’ve worked your way through a lot of bottles, so I suppose it’s understandable – and WKX proceeds to drink his four ... five? ... four, I think, girls under the table and clearly has no intention of sleeping with them, because it might interfere with his waxing drunkenly and mournfully about finding a thing you thought you’d lost forever but not being able to keep it at the price of giving up your big revenge murder plan you’ve been working out since you were 8 years old. (Also because he’s gay af. I’m just sayin’.)

So, yeah, Han Ying and A-Xiang eventually have to deal with these two, and for my money, the single most important scene of the ep - thematically, at least - is the one we get between A-Xiang and WKX, where a couple of big things are going on. One of the themes I see again, running through this ep, is the separation between the human world and the world of “ghosts,” and how that line is policed, and how Wen Kexing tries to maintain it as a bright line, in order to maintain his own distance from Zhou Zishu and the world. Now that things have gone so spectacularly wrong with ZZS, he’s going to dig in on the “ghost” side of that line for all he’s worth – much harder than he was digging that grave for the Four Sages of Anji, given he breaks the sword and gives up halfway through on that one, but this one he’s determined to get all the way to the bedrock on. So yes, in this scene we get the theme made explicit again, of human-ghost separation - which will echo and rebound throughout the rest of the show, until we see its awful, gory truth made manifest when it turns out WKX is horrifically correct and A-Xiang is NOT, in fact, going to be allowed by “humankind” to leave Ghost Valley and walk up to the human world with her lover, while meanwhile, if WKX is going to get out of the valley, he’s not staying in the mortal world but is going to end up on the icy remote mountaintop. BUT ALSO, this may be the first time we really see the show put A-Xiang forward as a proxy for Wen Kexing. This is going to be an increasingly weighted Thing as we go on, of course, but what I didn’t remember on my first watch-through - even after I realized what they were doing with the A-Xiang/Cao Weining and Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu parallels further down the road – is that, in this first time we really see it, it’s not even about their respective love interests, it’s about their respective relationships with Chengling. I mean, clearly, clearly, when WKX is being a drunk asshole to A-Xiang about how she’s been too long in her human skin (and huh, interesting that, when we also have instances where fake skin disguises are literal), and DON’T EVER FORGET WHO YOU ARE, HEARTLESS AMETHYST FIEND GHOST VALLEY MASTER HEARTLESS AMETHYST FIEND, and who among them would ever pity you me you, he’s really talking about his recent breakup with ZZS, in which he got called a crazed psychopath just for setting up a few amusing revenge murders. But here’s the thing – what triggers the diatribe is A-Xiang saying she feels sorry for Chengling trapped in Yueyang Sect, in the course of nattering on about what’s up with Chengling, and what she and Chengling have been doing together, and how much Chengling misses WKX. Which is, A-Xiang tells WKX, a lot. After which WKX puffs himself up and proceeds to be a drunk asshole to her, because of course, he’s not worthy of having anyone care about him, they might think he’s human, or something, and then he’s only going to get hurt again when they find out he’s NOT. So, all that happens. We also find out in this conversation that Changing Ghost was responsible for the pile of heads; that A-Xiang was at the Funeral/Wedding Game and saw Deng Kuan become the last survivor and get set free in much better condition than he later showed up at Yueyang Sect, so what the hell’s happened to him in between; and that A-Xiang definitely thinks her Murder Dad master is crazy but isn’t afraid that he’ll end up killing her someday. I mean, let’s be clear, I don’t think she’s absolutely positive that he won’t go crazy and kill her – she’s just not afraid of it. Zhou Ye is fantastic here, because she has A-Xiang give WKX this gorgeous little smile that’s so simple yet just so filled with love and trust and faith and everything that must have kept his heart alive all those years, the one that she probably gave him even after he burned her mouth on congee that was too hot, and I end up clutching my chest because I think she’s killed me. And then in a horrible twist on what’s eventually coming down the pike, she tells him that she’d follow him even if he’s crazy, and that if he killed her, she’d even follow him in death, and GOD. MY HEART. Because we’re going to see that in fact, he’s going to almost follow her into death, and then he’s going to dream of her leaving him instead of actually staying with him after death, and the only thing keeping me together at this point is the idea that Nian’xiang will actually be A-Xiang reincarnated so that she can be with WKX and the rest of her family again.

Anyway, all of this is apparently a dress rehearsal for WKX, because he then gets himself dolled up in some luscious green robes and proceeds to go to Tragicomic Ghost’s mansion in order to terrorize the troops and spread the misery. He requests a report from all of his top ten nine eight devils; credits them with three Funeral Games (I guess we don’t get to see the other two), annihilating Danyang Sect, destroying Mirror Lake Sect, killing Mount Tai Sect’s leader (Ao Laizi), and leaving a pile of heads for Yueyang Sect to find. He’s doing his best Lunatic Wen bit, but come on, my friend, do they really deserve credit for ALL of that? Do they really? It sounds like you have your suspicions, as well, because you want to know who was responsible for the Mirror Lake massacre. Everyone looks around, pointedly not meeting his eyes, so, hmm, it must have been Long-Tongued Ghost, right? Right? (Who we last saw getting killed and getting his (Danyang) Glazed Armor took by Wen Kexing while pretending to be Hanged Ghost.) Changing Ghost, who’s supposedly Long-Tongued Ghost’s superior and who’s smart enough to sense the wind shifting, even if he’s not sure in which direction, hastily says that LTGhost doesn’t listen to him anymore. (Yeah, because he’s dead.) At this point, White Grim Reaper is dumb enough to draw attention to himself, and WKX chokes him out just ‘cause. ‘Cause he’s Lunatic Wen, and fuck you, that’s why. Both Tragicomic Ghost and Beauty Ghost look more Completely Done With This Bullshit than scared – in contrast to the men, who are shitting their pants - which is an early indication that their relationships with WKX are different than his relationships with the male Devils. WKX also makes some pointed comment about how oh dear, he’s killed someone, and they were already low on manpower, but as a chief of GHOSTS, that’s all he has to work with, isn’t that RIGHT, Changing Ghost – which sounds on the surface kind of like policing that line between ghosts and humans, but really seems more like he has his suspicions about exactly who Changing Ghost is actually working with, because while he may not be as smart as A-Xu, he’s not DUMB. Now, let’s all come up with a plan to fuck over the Five Lakes Alliance during the Hero’s Conference. Aaaaand … end scene (and ep).

Meanwhile, Han Ying is dealing with his poor, drunk dumbass charge, and we see ZZS wake up in some richly appointed rooms, in some strange bed, and he’s clearly thinking “Oh snap. What I do last night?” Also, feeling the hangover. Once he manages to get his boots on, he notices a shrine, complete with candles, and just about this point, Han Ying busts in like he’s WKX or something (although to be fair, it is his bedroom), and wants to know exactly wtf is wrong with ZZS, getting blackout drunk with his actual face hanging out like he doesn’t care who recognizes him? (I just have to take a moment here, and point out that ZZS, who went all in, in the last ep, and who will continue to be the more open one as this relationship goes on, is being berated here for not wearing a mask, for showing his real self, while the issue for both A-Xiang and WKX is going to continue to be keeping on a protective mask/skin, even though WKX accuses A-Xiang himself in this very ep of thinking the mask is real and not just a cover for her true face. Anyway.) Oh, and also, My Lord, how is your injury? DO YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TENDERLY CARE FOR YOU? I like this scene, because Han Ying’s actually kind of angry at ZZS, and a little bit, he shows it, and we get to see that he’s not spineless, even in the (blindingly beautiful) face of ZZS, he’s just devoted. And if that means keeping this dumbass safe from himself, well, Han Ying will try to do that, too, even if it’s enough to drive him to find religion, as we also find out in this scene, explaining the shrine. I suppose he needs all the help he can get. Anyway, ZZS tells him that he’s too mean to die just yet, although he doesn’t expect any blessings on his path, and Han Ying responds – and I think this is important, given ZZS’s decision last ep to spend the rest of his life living instead of dying – that “any day we live is a day gained.” (HAN YING. MY BELOVED.) ZZS pulls some Glazed Armor out of his robes to give to Han Ying, and they both realize that it looks exactly like two pieces Han Ying already has his hands on, gdi WKX. At this point, ZZS reiterates that he just wants Han Ying to lay low and stay safe, Han Ying reiterates his undying devotion, and ZZS has clearly had it with these kids and their starry-eyed devotion. He tries telling Han Yng again to just live a good life - as if Han Ying is at all wired that way – before making some dramatic pronouncement about expecting to have to deal with what’s coming to him in hell and sweeping out the door in the last we see of him this ep.

Let’s see, other things that happened:

Gao Chong, Zhao Jing and Shen Shen confer over their complete loss of face in the run-up to the Hero’s Conference; Shen Shen gets very offended and denies killing Ao Laizi, which is the rumor going around town; Gao Chong says the Ghost Valley isn’t responsible for Ao Laizi’s death (which they are) or for spreading the rhyme about the Glazed Armor (which they are); Zhao Jing says Five Lakes Alliance can’t get a reputation for forcing other sects to do things (when he can manipulate them into doing what he wants), and Shen Shen wants to know WHY THE HELL NOT (oh, Shen Shen) when the jianghu has always been, and I QUOTE, “a place where the strong pery on the weak,” so again, I have to kind of side with WKX on this one about the hive of scum and villainy. Or I would if you guys seemed capable of actually accomplishing anything.

Elsewhere in Yueyang Sect, it’s been Bullying Hour again for Chengling, and A-Xiang is furious when she finds out, threatening to break the legs of whoever’s responsible for smacking him around (she really is like the most delightful Chengxian love-child, I have to say). She also has some Wolong Nuts – crispy and delicious! – for him. Gao Xiaolian shows up with some treats, but Chengling doesn’t want her food, and also he doesn’t want to marry her, because he doesn’t want to be Gao Chong’s puppet, which is kind of new, because he said a couple of eps ago at the Five Lakes monument that he would abide by Gao Chong’s decisions. I guess now that he’s found out from A-Xiang that their Murder Dads are still around, he thinks there’s still a chance to run away with them. Gao Xiolian runs away, crying. Harsh, Chengling, but it does give him the chance to complain to A-Xiang that he’s effectively under house arrest, WHERE ARE OUR MURDER DADS TO SAVE ME?

Last but not least, there’s this incredible scene with Yu Loser Qiufeng, leader of Mount Hua Sect, in which one of the Mount Hua Virgins (tm WKX) comes complaining that everyone is looking down on them. Yu Qiufeng tells him that the entire jianghu is falling apart and to suck it up, and then another Virgin (tm WKX) shows up to say that some people from Mount Tai Sect are here to talk about Dead Ao Laizi, because the Five Lakes Alliance killed him omg. Yu Quifeng’s response is literally “Tell them I’m not here,” and when the disciple wants to know how he can possibly say that, Qiufeng’s response is literally “Say I went out. Say I’m sick. Say I’m dead.” (OMG, Zongzhu can’t see you right now, he’s dead!)

#wen kexing #zhou zishu #gu xiang #han ying #zhang chengling #yu qiufeng #word of honor #word of honor episode reax

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 4 years

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Happiness Begins

Part 16

Chapter Summary: An unexpected guest at Jensen’s birthday party causes an even more unexpected shift in his relationship with the reader.

Word Count: 5.5K+

Warnings: Angst, semi-public unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)

Author’s Note: I’m so pumped, we’ve got the ball rolling again. I really hope you guys enjoy this part and as always, I appreciate the feedback. Without you guys, I would’ve never finished this. Now look at us, we are closing in on the end. Part 17 is almost done already and this girl is fighting the urge to write a sequel. More on that later though... xoxo Alex.

Ps. If you have followed me for any amount of time whatsoever, you know that I am an avid supporter of all the SPN women, especially the wives. I hate that I have to say this, but this is completely a work of fiction and should be treated as such. I mean no harm to Danneel or her beautiful family.

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Jared had been planning this big birthday bash for Jensen since New Year’s. He wanted to celebrate one last time with all their friends and coworkers before they went their separate ways for the last time. There was also a viewing party being planned for the finale, but Jared was afraid that would be filled with too much emotion to be able to truly enjoy. No, he preferred one night of nothing but fun and no worries of the future. This party was as much for everyone invited as it was for Jensen.

Y/n had been surprised when she received her invite from Jared. She didn’t exactly consider herself a part of the family that this cast and crew had created. After all she had only been there for a hand full of weeks. Jared had been insistent that that was not the case. He really wanted her there.

So here she was, dolled up in a tight black dress with long sleeves and a plunging neckline and an updo that took her two hours to complete, her clutch tight in her hand as she followed the signs through the venue to the ballroom that had been rented for tonight. She didn’t quite understand the queasy feeling in her gut. Maybe it had to do with the fact that this was her boyfriend's birthday party, but since no one actually knew that they were dating, they wouldn’t be able to spend any real time together. It wasn’t that she would be without people to talk to, but as cheesy as it sounded, she didn’t want to spend time with anyone else. They had officially been dating for two months now, and things were going great. Personally, she didn’t see it ending anytime soon nor did she want it to. As much as running around has been fun, this moment right now had her wishing they were a typical couple.

Music could be heard behind the doors before she pushed them open. The ballroom very much resembled a typical wedding reception inside, well, minus tacky flower centerpieces on the tables. Jared had commissioned The Impala’s to play tonight and they were currently playing some rock song she didn’t recognize from a small stage on the far wall. Her eyes scanned over the people dancing and others chatting in groups when she landed on her target. There was a bar with a beautiful display of liquor on the wall behind it. Tonight was an alcohol night for sure. She bee-lined it there, quickly gaining the attention of the bartender and ordering her usual.

Her nails clicked against the wood as she watched the crowd move on around her. The bartender set her alcohol down and she thanked him, taking a heavy drink from the small glass. A soft vibration from where she had placed her clutch under her arm interrupted her thoughts. With a frown, she pulled her phone from the small bag. There was a missed message from Jensen.

You look beautiful

Her head snapped up and began scanning the room for any sign of the man. It didn’t take her long to spot at all, both him and her brother towering over most of the rest of the crowd. He had a grin on his face when he caught her eye.

You don’t look so bad yourself. A tux is a nice touch.

I had to try and keep up with you somehow. That dress is… you know you aren’t playing fair, right?

Y/n bit her lip, having received the exact reaction from him she had been hoping.

I think you seriously underestimate how hot you look right now. Too bad I opted for panties tonight, because they are ruined.

The message barely had time to notify her that it had been sent before those three little bubbles popped up on her screen. She took another sip of her drink as her belly flipped in anticipation of his reply.

Fuck, you’re killing me here babe. This party has just started.

I know… leaves me plenty of time.

Jensen licked his lips across the room as he read her message, his eyes immediately flicking back to hers with a look that was half desperate and half warning her to be careful. She winked at him and downed the last of her drink. The sound of her name had her halting her attempt to order another.

“There she is!” Y/n turned back towards the crowd. Trish was headed her way, a guy Y/n didn’t recognize in tow.

“Hi Trish!” Y/n embraced the woman as she came up to the bar. Y/n eyed the guy awkwardly standing off behind her. Trish noticed her gaze and smiled.

“Y/n, this is Chris. He works on the lighting crew, mostly night stuff and what not. Chris, this is Jared’s baby sis, Y/n.” Trish put her hand on Chris’s shoulder and urged him closer. Y/n offered her hand to him and he shook it before quickly shoving back into his pockets.

“Yeah, or course. Everybody knows Jared’s little sister. Made quite a name for yourself.” He shrugged his shoulders. His words themselves were not rude, it was the inflection in his tone when he said it. It put an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Awkward tension quickly filled the silence that followed his words. A loud clap from Trish broke through it after what felt like years.

“Well, I have to grab those drinks, talk to you guys later.” She spun around, pretending not to hear either of them call after her.

“I don’t know what she expects.” Chris grimaced as he turned back to Y/n.

“Probably for you to offer to buy me a drink.” Y/n had to not laugh out loud at the idea. The fact that Trish would even think they would even get along was wild to her and the two of them had barely said two sentences to each other.

Chris scoffed. “It’s an open bar.” Y/n didn’t even hide her eye roll.

“Well don’t do me any favors.” She spit out, shooing him away like a cat that had just jumped on her counter.

“Whatever,” Chris mumbled before disappearing back into the sea of people around them. The next time she saw Trish, she was going to kill her for this. What had she been thinking? Y/n doubted that man had ever had a civil conversation with anyone. It would certainly explain why she had never met him before. Everyone had been trying to save her from the experience she just had. Y/n signaled the bartender for another, fully committed to not leaving the spot she currently occupied. Once the bartender acknowledged her, she dropped her head in her hands with a sigh.

“Same old Chris, it appears.” A soft voice came from her right, following her acknowledgment with a chuckle. Y/n snapped her head up, turning to see who was talking to her. Her stomach dropped almost instantly. If she hadn’t recognized the woman’s face, her fiery red hair would have been her dead give away. There, not even five feet from her was Danneel Harris. She had on a strappy gold sequin dress that fell all the way to the floor. Her hair was styled over her left shoulder, held in place by no doubt a hundred bobby pins. Danneel held a large glass of red wine in her one hand as she leaned against the bar as well.

Y/n took a deep breath to try and steady the hammering in her chest. She forced a smile on her face. “Uh, yeah. I was wondering why I hadn’t meant him yet. Then I realized my brother had been doing me a favor.”

Danneel laughed with a knowing nod. “I’m Danneel.” She offered her hand.

“Right, of course. I’m Y/n… Padalecki, Y/n Padalecki.” Y/n tried to shake the fuzziness from her mind as she shook Danneel’s hand.

“I know, you’ve done some amazing work. Congratulations on the business by the way.” Danneel had an honest smile on her face.

“Oh, thank you. It’s kind of surreal if I’m being honest.” Y/n admitted, her guard coming down as she grew more comfortable with the woman next to her.

“You’ve got this. Just stay clear of Trish’s hookups and you’ll do just fine.” She put her hand on Y/n’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “It was nice meeting you, take care of yourself.”

“You too.” Y/n called after the woman as she breezed past her and into the crowd. Y/n watched her move in between the moving bodies, eventually finding her target. Danneel wormed her way into Jared and Jensen’s group, position herself right next to Jensen.

Just when she thought maybe she would get the racing of her heart to calm down, Danneel took it upon herself to try and crush it between her fingers. It was unfair of Y/n to think that, considering there was no way Danneel could have known about her and Jensen. But it was Danneel for Christ’s sake. She was tiny, and beautiful and an actress. Essentially everything that the world expected out of a wife for Jensen. That’s why when they had announced their engagement, everyone was overjoyed for them. What came as a surprise was when that engagement had been called off. Y/n never had figured out why they called it quits either. Honestly, she had been too afraid to ask her brother, considering it wasn’t his business to share, but still, her and the rest of the world were beyond curious.

Y/n downed half of the second drink as it was set down in front of her. She never once took her eyes off of the small circle of people in the center of the room. They were all laughing at something, Danneel equally as transfixed on Jensen as Y/n was on the two of them. That’s why she didn’t see the woman sneak up next to her.

“Hey, what happened with Chris?” Y/n jumped as a hand fell on her shoulder. Her eyes shifted towards Trish for only a moment before going back to where Jensen was now talking to Danneel.

“Trish, come on.” Y/n glanced back at the woman, her gaze incredulous, before going straight back to Danneel and Jensen. “He was a total tool. I’m honestly offended that you even thought we would get along.”

“Well, you both could use a little relaxation and I thought may you could hate fuck.”

Y/n whipped her head back to Trish. “Jesus, Trish! What the fuck?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be helpful.”

“Trish, I love you, but I don’t know how to make this any clearer for you. I’m good… happy. And I am certainly not that desperate to get some.” Y/n’s voice trailed off when she heard loud laughter coming from the group she had lost focus on.

“Fine, I get it.” Trish followed Y/n’s gaze when she realized she was no longer paying attention to her, a look of equal confusion crossing her features as she happened upon Y/n’s distraction.

“Did Jared invite her?” Y/n tried to keep her tone nonchalant when she noticed Trish had caught on to her fixation.

“No, I don’t think so. The two of them still run in some of the same circles, so she probably heard about it. Jensen was pretty messed up after they called it off. I don’t think Jared would do that to him.” Trish answered honestly. “I just can’t believe she actually came. She was the one who left him, after all.”

“Really?” Y/n hadn’t known that particular piece of information. After all, her only reputable source was Jared, and she hadn’t bothered with that.

“Yeah, said she couldn’t do the long distance thing. But with the show being over, who knows what will happen. They were really happy at one point, they could get it back.” Trish shrugged and walked off, unaware of the stab wound her words had left in Y/n’s chest.

“Who knows…” Y/n mumbled to herself. The last thing she wanted to believe was that Jensen would just go crawling back to his ex the second she looked back his way. But the two of them had been engaged, and that’s not some small thing. They had really loved each other. Y/n and Jensen hadn’t even come close to saying those three little words. The knot in her stomach clenched the more she thought about it. Her anxiety was rearing its ugly head, and as much as she knew it, she couldn’t focus enough to try and control it.

At this point, Y/n wasn’t even trying to hide her staring. It was rude, she knew that, but she just couldn’t stop herself. Her chest felt empty as she watched the two of them laugh at something and then, God help her, Danneel put her hand on Jensen’s upper arm.

Y/n’s gut dropped, and she shook her head to try and clear it. This was insane! Y/n was not a jealous person, nor did she ever want to be. She had worked so many years to grow out of the insecurities that had been ground into her. In this moment, after coming so far, she couldn’t, no she wouldn’t let them win again. It wasn’t fair to her.

Jensen looked up then, stopping when he noticed her watching them. He smiled at her, the expression warm. Y/n tried to return it, but she knew her smile was tight. Jensen’s brow furrowed slightly before he recovered. He winked at her before ducking out of the group, and making his way to the stage. He got Bob Singer’s attention as the current song they were playing came to an end. Bob knelt down on the stage to hear Jensen. He nodded eagerly and Jensen followed the length of the stage to climb the stairs on the side.

“Looks like we have a special request from the birthday boy himself. Ladies and gents, please welcome to the stage, Mr. Jensen Ackles!” Bob hollered into the microphone. The crowd erupted into a roar as Bob stepped back from the microphone and let Jensen take over.

“Firstly, I just wanted to thank all of you for coming tonight. I thought I could maybe sing something for all of you, if you would let me.” Again, cheers erupted from the crowd. Y/n was only growing more curious as Jensen continued. “Great, well this is a song that I’m sure you all know. I recently rediscovered it, and it has become my new favorite. I can’t seem to get it out of my head. Anyway, here you go.”

Jensen turned on the band, signaling them to start. It didn’t take more than a second for Y/n to recognize the tune they were playing, and even less time for the tears to form in her eyes.

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

While you're far away and dreaming

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

I could stay lost in this moment forever

Ooh, every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

A half laugh half sob erupted from her chest as she remembered their first date at the ice rink. Jensen was officially the cheesiest, sweetest, most amazing man she had ever had the pleasure of knowing. He took this stupid, cliched song and made it their song. They had a song. It was so high school, but so adorable at the same time.

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating

And I'm wondering what you're dreaming

Wondering if it's me you're seeing

Then I kiss your eyes

And thank God we're together

And I just want to stay with you in this moment forever

Forever and ever

He got the whole crowd engaged, the lot of them swaying with the music. Meanwhile, she was wiping away the tears on her cheeks, careful to not mess up her makeup.

And I don't want to miss one smile

I don't want to miss one kiss

Well, I just want to be with you, right here with you

Just like this

I just want to hold you close

I feel your heart so close to mine

And just stay here in this moment

For all of the rest of time

In typical Jensen fashion, he embellished the ending of the song as it called for. The whole room was entranced. She hoped it would keep them from noticing how he kept looking back at her, how he was singing to her. It was a bold move, but honestly, at that moment, she didn’t care if everyone found out. Jensen was singing a song for her.

Don't want to close my eyes

Don't want to fall asleep

'Cause I'd miss you, babe

And I don't want to miss a thing

'Cause even when I dream of you

The sweetest dream will never do

I'd still miss you, babe

And I don't want to miss a thing

The melody faded out, and Jensen bowed out from the stage. The band thanked him for the little treat before getting back into their set. As Jensen disappeared from the stage, she broke from the small trance she was in, realizing quickly she needed to fix her face before anyone saw her. She rushed from the ballroom in search of a bathroom. The first one she came to had a small line coming from the door and she growled under her breath before continuing on. She stopped a server who pointed her towards the next closest bathroom. It was tucked in a corner near the entrance to the kitchen. Y/n was leaning into the door when a hand gripped her bicep and pushed her into the bathroom.

“Hey!” She protested, attempting to pull her arm free from the grip. Her words fell flat as she realized it was Jensen pushing her into the bathroom. He dropped her arm and twisted the lock on the bathroom door as it shut. Y/n watched in confusion as he bent down to check the stalls. “Jensen?”

Jensen turned to her once he was satisfied they were alone, his smile faltering when he noticed the tear tracks down her cheeks. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Y/n was taken aback, her mind taking a second to catch up to what he was talking about. She walked to the large mirror by the vanity and plucked a tissue to dab at her face. “Nothing, I’m good.” She chuckled at the irony.

“Are you sure about that?” Jensen came up behind her, one hand slipping around her to rest on her hip as he made eye contact with her in the mirror.

“Yeah.” She spun around to him and slipped her arms around his neck. “You sang a song for me on your birthday. I’m great.” And she wanted to believe her own words, but something was still working together that knot in her belly.

“I did? Here I thought I just liked that song.” He quirked up the corner of his mouth as he pulled her closer to his chest. Y/n grimaced, the subtle movement not going unnoticed by Jensen. Normally, she loved his teasing, it was a part of their banter that made their relationship unique to any other one she’s ever had. Right now, she couldn’t help but take his words to heart. For the life of her, she wished she wouldn’t have, but that weird feeling in her gut was too strong right now.

“Babe, I know what’s going on in that head of yours.” Jensen’s eyes pierced into hers before he kissed her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment. God, she hated how well he read her sometimes. For once, she would like to not be such an easy read. “I didn’t know she was going to be here.”

“I believe you.” Y/n’s shoulders dropped with her words.

“Jared didn’t know either. He’s not even sure how she found out about it, let alone why she flew all the way to Vancouver for one night.” He was trying to reassure her, but all she was hearing was that Danneel was determined to get him back, that she was here for what she had tossed away all those years ago. Y/n couldn’t blame her for that. Jensen was one of a kind.

“She came back for you.” Y/n noted solemnly.

“No, Danneel left me. Why would she be back now?” Jensen was honestly lost and Y/n almost felt bad for him. They really were two of a kind, neither one thinking that they were worth something. Not to mention it was obvious to everyone else in the room that she still loved him.

“Jensen, you dedicated so much of your life to Supernatural and now that it’s over she thinks that you two can just pick up where you left off. That you can finally have that fairytale that she wanted in the first place because you’ll have more time for her.” Y/n’s tone was clipped, much to her dismay. She didn’t want to be short with him, but she also couldn’t believe that he could be that obtuse. Her hands slid down his neck and came to rest on his chest, a weak attempt to push him away from her. Jensen didn’t budge though, keeping her secure in his arms.

“Y/n,” Jensen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “She’s too late. I got over her a long time ago. I moved on.” He squeezed her hips to emphasize who he had moved on with. “Honey, you and I… I’m in. I’m all in.”

The look in his eyes begged for her to not look away from him. The stinging grew in her nose as she fought back more tears. The swelling in her chest now disguising the rolling in her abdomen.

“Yeah?” Her voice was a broken whisper.

“Yes.” Jensen nodded his head, his features more serious than she had ever seen from him. He dipped into her, pressing his lips to hers gently, testing the waters. Her hands wrapped around the lapels of his tux, pulling him closer to her chest before finding their way back around his neck. With her encouragement Jensen put all his emotion into that kiss. Every unspoken word and promise. Every need and desire. He needed her to understand, to feel his truth. Jensen nipped at her lower lip, enticing her to open her mouth to him. She moaned in response to his actions, her body shivering as Jensen’s hands trailed up her sides. He ran his thumbs along the swell of her breasts, showing extra attention to her hardened nipples.

Something had shifted, she could feel it in the electricity of the air around them. She could feel it in the way Jensen’s mouth moved against her own and how his hands gripped her tight. It wasn’t just about the hunger that had been between them since the beginning, it was something new entirely. Sure, she wanted to feel him, to feel his muscles ripple as fucked her, to feel the deep push and pull of him inside of her. But it was also about the emotion behind it. Jensen was here with her. He had chosen her, and he told her he would keep choosing her.

“Is there a zipper on this thing?” Jensen growled in frustration as he ran his fingers across the fabric of her dress.

“No, it’s a pullover dress.” She chuckled as Jensen dropped his head into her neck with a groan.

“Guess we’ll make due then.” He nipped against her neck, his hands now finding their way to the hem of her dress. Jensen tugged it up around her hips as he sucked along her jaw. He let his tongue guide his movements across her collarbone and back up to just below her ear.

“Jay,” She watched him with hooded eyes as he moved from her and dropped to his knees.

“Shh.” He urged her as tugged her thong down her legs. She stepped out of it, her belly dropping as she watched Jensen stuff the lacy material into his jacket pocket. Her pussy ached in anticipation as Jensen gripped her thighs and leaned forward to place a kiss to her lower belly. He wrapped his long fingers around her right knee and lifted her leg, urging it over his shoulder.

“Shit, shouldn’t we be doing this the other way around? It is your birthday after all.” The quiver in her voice betrayed the sincerity of her words. Right now, she couldn’t think of a better place for him to be.

“Are you kidding me? Best birthday dessert I can think of.” He flashed her his signature smirk, before licking his lips. He placed another gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh before moving on to her sex. Jensen wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked just hard enough to send pleasure pulsing through her bones. Y/n cried out, the sound louder than she had anticipated, but at this point she didn’t care. All she cared about was Jensen and the fire building inside her. Her stomach clenched as Jensen continued his work. He was pro at reading her body at this point, and he had her higher than she thought possible in no time.

Sweat was beading across her chest and neck as she watched the man between her legs. She braced herself against the counter with one hand, running the fingers of her other hand through the longer locks at the crown of Jensen’s head.

“Jay,” She whined as he kept her just at the edge. Her body was so close and he knew it, a low growl emanating from the back of his throat finally pushing her over the edge. Y/n came with a deep huff of air, the heel of her shoe digging into Jensen’s back as her body rode out the high.

“God,” He kissed her thigh again before lowering her quivering leg back to the ground. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” She threw her head back and laughed as she allowed him to help her hop up onto the counter.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He playfully chastised with a frown, his forehead scrunching together as he worked open his slacks.

“Quit making jokes then.” She quipped, only half serious. Jensen paused his movements, his pants hanging open. Y/n could see how hard he was behind his briefs, the sight distracting her momentarily until she realized he had stopped what he was doing. Her eyes flickered back up to his, his expression now serious.

Y/n/n,” He started with a sigh. He tugged her to the edge of the counter by her knees, fitting himself snug between her legs. “You are the most beautiful woman, inside and out, that I have had the pleasure of knowing. Please believe me when I say I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.”

“Okay.” She nodded in agreement. The hurt in his voice had her feeling guilty for what she had said. It wasn’t her intention to hurt his feelings. For some reason, her self deprecating humor had found its way back so easily that she hadn’t even noticed what she had said until it was out of her mouth.

Jensen searched her face for some indication that she may have been just saying what he wanted to hear. When he didn’t catch on to anything, he returned to removing himself from his pants, dropping them and his briefs to his thighs. Y/n grabbed his neck and pulled his lips back to his, her kiss hungry and sloppy as Jensen stoked himself a few times. He coated himself with her arousal before sinking slowly into her. He watched her as she grimaced when he stretched her out, her eyes never leaving the spot where he entered her.

“You good?” He had to make sure she was set before he continued. She nodded to him, her fingers scratching his neck where she held onto him. Jensen hitched her left leg around his waist and the other he lifted into the crook of his elbow before he set up his rhythm. He took his time at first, reading her reaction to every movement and trying to commit the sounds coming from her mouth to memory. He never wanted to leave this moment. He never wanted to leave her. She had wormed her way into his heart without even trying, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Both of their faces were flushed as the air became heavier in the room. Neither could be bothered with the sweat trailing down either of their bodies, both too engrossed in the other. The feel of the others body against their own, and the way they just seemed to fit so perfectly together. This is certainly not what either had expected from this night, but then again they weren’t complaining either.

“Fuck,” Jensen growled between clenched teeth. His movements began to become erratic as his instinct took over in search of his end.

“I know, I’m right there, Jay. Come for me.” Jensen cut off her words, his lips hungrily searching out hers. She met his eagerness, both of them lost in the moment as they neared the edge. Jensen pulled her down onto him hard as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her. He stilled for only a moment before continuing a few quick hard thrusts as his thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit. It was her undoing then, her nose scrunching and her mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“Ah, jesus.” Jensen leaned into her as they both fought to control their rapid breathing. He tucked his face into her neck, inhaling the smell of perfume and sex on her skin. Her fingers slowly scratched the hairs at the base of his skull as she held him to her, content to listen to his heart beating in time with hers.

“Jensen,” Y/n reluctantly broke the silence in the room. They had already been gone too long, and she had one more thing she wanted to say to him before they parted ways. Jensen stood up to his full height and dropped her leg that he had in his arm as he pulled himself from her. “Jensen, I think it’s time we tell people, you know, about us.”

“What?” He looked up at her as he tucked his button down back into his slacks.

“I, well… don’t you think it’s time?” She hopped down from the counter, careful not to break her heels. A blush crept up on her face as she felt his cum drip down her thigh when she stood up straight.

“Yeah, I do.” He agreed with a soft smile. Hell, he wanted to shout it from the rooftops, right now. He was high on her and he couldn’t be bothered to give a damn about any consequences. Jensen turned to her as she shimmied down the hem of her dress. He stepped up to her, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the lips.

“Good, then it’s settled. We find the right time and we tell our family and friends.” Jensen felt his heart soar as he took in the smile now on her face. In that moment, he realized he would spend the rest of his life making sure she was happy, if only to see that smile on her face. Nothing else mattered more to him anymore than her happiness.

“I can’t wait.” He agreed. Y/n reached into his jacket as he kissed her again, but Jensen caught her wrist before she could snag what she was looking for.

“What are you doing?” He dropped his voice, his eyes narrowed as he grinned at her.

“I’m grabbing my panties.” She stated matter of fact. Jensen tsked at her, shaking his head in mock disapproval, his playfulness taking back over the moment.

“Consider them my birthday gift, besides you said it yourself, they were already ruined.” He grinned, releasing her wrist from his grasp. Her hands fell to her hips as she tried to determine if he was serious or not.

“Jensen, come on.” She tried, reaching towards him again, but he smacked away her hand with a shake of his head.

“I want you to be reminded of this moment all night. Everytime you feel my cum dripping down your thighs, I want you to think of me and how no one else can fuck you as good as I can.” Y/n couldn’t help the whimper that emanated from her throat at his words. She had to hand it to him, he was good. He knew exactly what to say to her. It was as if the two of them had been sleeping together for years, not weeks. There was no learning curve, they both just knew.

“Fine, keep ‘em.” She relented, her hands slapping down against her thighs dramatically.

“Thanks, babe.” Jensen moved to rush out of the bathroom, knowing people would be missing him by now.

“Wait!” She called, rushing after him. He turned, puzzled. Y/n motioned for him to lean down, running her fingers through his hair as he did so. “There all better.”

“What would I do without you?” He smiled wide.

“Crash and burn.”

Part 17

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Heart to a Gunfight - Chapter Four

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Dealing with a bit of writers block at the moment, but I hope you enjoy this chapter regardless! Would love to know what you think! <3

Heart to a Gunfight | Chapter Four

“First place, huh? How does it feel to know you beat the future bride and groom at a game they were supposed to win?” You asked Peggy as the two of you waited for the guys to come back with drinks.

Peggy smoothed out the table cloth, looked up, red lips spreading in a cheeky grin, “This is the engagement party. They can handle the loss. We’ll let them win at the actual wedding.”

“So, you don’t feel bad about it at all?” You laughed, leaning back in your chair.

She shrugged, “No. I never seem to get tired of winning.”

“Of course you don’t,” Glancing over at a grinning Steve, you figured he didn’t seem to be tired of it either, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as competitive as the two of you. Sometimes I wonder if it’s even healthy.”

Peggy stopped fiddling with the table cloth and stared at you, “Have you looked in a mirror recently?”

You stared at her, “Why do you say that?”

“Really?” She scoffed.

“Yes, really! How can you say I’m as bad as you are?”

“It took all of what, an hour for you and Bucky to turn this scheme into a competition?” Peggy crossed her arms, an infuriating little smirk pulling at the corner of her lips, “I see the way you guys look at each other. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that the only reason the two of you are going to manage to tolerate each other all evening is by competing with one another.”

“It’s not the same as you and Steve,” You protested, even though deep down, a small part of you knew she was right.

“How so?”

You crossed your arms, “It’s for the greater good. How else am I supposed to tolerate the guy? He’s not exactly a joy to be around.”

“He’s really not that bad,” Peggy said with an exasperated sigh, “If you actually get to know him instead of acting so hostile towards him, you’d see he’s a really good guy and I think the two of you might get along pretty well.”

“Me, hostile? Have you seen him?” You demanded.

She waved her hand as if it was unimportant, “If he’s a little hostile too it’s only because of the situation he’s in.”

You scoffed, “He came at my car with no good reason. Betty never did anything to him. It was completely uncalled for.”

“You know, if you both started working together instead of against each other, maybe you wouldn’t have come in last in the three-legged race,” She pointed out.

“Ouch.”

“Too far?” She asked, unable to wipe the grin from her face.

“Too far,” You laughed, “The feeling of that loss is still raw. It’s not every day I come in last in a three-legged race.”

Peggy deflated, serious all of a sudden, “I wish you guys had beaten Kira; wiped that smug look off her face.”

“You know…I was actually hoping the same thing. Next time, I guess.”

“Next time?”

You stopped short at her words. Had you seriously just implied that you’d be keeping this charade up for longer than one night? No. There was no way you were going to spend another night faking this relationship with grumpy blue eyes over there. It wasn’t like you wanted to anyways. You weren’t even having fun, so why would you even say next time?

“You know what I meant,” you mumbled, “Later on tonight. There are always a whole bunch of silly games at these parties. That’s what I meant. Later tonight when that happens.”

“What’s happening later on tonight?” Steve asked, sliding into the seat beside Peggy.

Peggy glanced at Bucky, who took the seat beside you, opened her mouth, shut it, and changed her mind again, “We’re hoping to remind Kira that she’s here as a party guest. Not here to cause unwanted drama.”

“That’s not why she’s here.” Bucky protested weakly. You and Peggy just stared at him while Steve gave him two consolatory pats on the back. “I’m telling you, she’s not.”

“Sure,” You said, your tone clear that you didn’t believe him, “At least tell me they’re not seated at our table.”

Steve nodded toward the little place cards in front of the two empty seats, “No such luck. At least it will give you another chance to make up for that three-legged loss.”

“Neither of you will let that go, will you?” You smacked Steve playfully.

“Not for the rest of the night we won’t.”

“You know, a little break would be nice,” You complained, “It isn’t easy pretending to be his girlfriend.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re no piece of cake either, Speedy.”

You grit your teeth, inhaled deeply and then let it all go, “Do you think maybe you could learn my name before the night’s out? It’s the least you could do to for your fake girlfriend.”

Peggy laughed, “Come on guys. People are getting up for the buffet. Let’s get some food.”

“And I wouldn’t worry about being convincing,” Steve piped up as you all stood, “Your bickering should be more than enough to convince them.”

You were about to follow them when Bucky stepped in front of you, blocking your path, “Just because I call you Speedy, doesn’t mean that I’m the reason this whole thing will fail. If I remember correctly, I’m the one pulling the team here.”

You crossed your arms, jutting out a hip, “That’s only because you decided this was a game before I was aware it was one.”

He took a small step forward, practically closing the remaining space between your two bodies, and drawled, “If I remember right, you were the one who started it by kissing me first.”

You lifted your chin to try and meet that piercing blue gaze head on, “Try not to flatter yourself. I was only doing what I had to do to save your drowning ass.”

He smirked, “Then how about this, Speedy, we call it even starting now.”

“If this is official,” You began, warming up to the idea forming in your mind, “What does the winner get at the end of the night?”

He seemed surprised but hid the emotion as quickly as it had appeared, “What did you have in mind?”

“If I win, I want you to admit that my driving is not terrible and that it’s actually better than yours,” He looked like he wanted to interrupt so you lifted a finger to his lips, silencing him, “And I want you to admit that my car isn’t a piece of garbage.”

He gently moved your hand away from his mouth, but didn’t let go, “That’s a pretty steep price, doll. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”

“Why would I do that?” You tried to pull away, but he held on, that lopsided smirk growing.

“Because I’m going to name my price to match yours, and knowing you’re going to lose, I’m not sure you’ll want to agree.”

This confident Bucky took you by surprise, but you weren’t about to let him start this game off in the lead. Not when he was playing the game so well and turning out to be an interesting adversary.

You took back your hand, letting it trail across his chest, “And what is it that you want, Soldier?”

“I want you to take a ride in my car when the night is over and see what it’s like to drive in a nice car at a decent speed.” He whispered, blue eyes alight, “See what it’s like to sit in a car that won’t disintegrate over the next speed bump.”

You raised a brow, “Is that all?”

“No. I also want you to admit that I’m the better driver.”

“So essentially we’re playing to see who the better driver is, without actually driving at all,” You clarified.

He chuckled, “Looks like it.”

“Seems fair,” You amended, “We should probably catch up with the others before they begin to wonder what’s going on.”

He stepped even closer, stopping so that either of you could take in a deep breath and your chests would be touching. Righting the strap of your top he murmured, “I’m sure we can think of something a couple would do to make them late for dinner. However, we just need to make one thing clear before we start this little game.”

“What’s that?” You asked, annoyed by the little goosebumps his rough fingertips left on your bare shoulder.

“Deciding what’s off limits,” His eyes were serious now, searching your face, “You’re doing this to help me out, after all. I’m not about to do something that will make you uncomfortable as a thank you.”

You were flattered by the concern, and then reminded of your own actions, “Maybe we should have had this little talk before I walked up and kissed you.”

He smirked, “In your defence, there wasn’t a lot of time for planning.”

“Good to know you’re not upset about it.”

He half shrugged, “It would take more than a beautiful woman kissing me to get me upset.”

You hated the little flip your heart did in your chest and rolled your eyes instead, “You should save the flattery for when we have an audience.”

There was a slight pause and then his lips spread into a grin, “Just getting into the act early.”

“Still won’t help you win,” You said.

“It’s worth a try.”

“You ever hung around Steve and Peggy in public?”

He cocked his head as if searching for the cause in the abrupt change in conversation, “Obviously. Why?”

“You asked what was off limits,” You shrugged, “Whatever they don’t do in public, neither do I. That work for you?”

He nodded, “Seems reasonable.”

You brushed a strand of hair behind his ear, fingers lingering to cup his stubbled cheek. Leaning in slightly, you kept your eyes on his, watching as he did the same. With a quick, stinging little pat on his cheek, you grinned and pushed past a stunned Bucky.

“You coming?”

“Sure, Speedy.” He chuckled, catching up quickly.

When your plates were filled and you were back at the table, Kira and Brad still hadn’t joined your table. It didn’t make you sad in the slightest.

“Everything good between the two of you?” Steve asked, “It took you guys a while to come get food.”

You shared a look with Bucky and nodded, “We should be fine for the rest of the night.”

Peggy crossed her arms, not amused, “Only for the rest of the night? You know both of you are bound to see each other again because you’re both friends with us, right?”

“We’ve managed to avoid meeting each other for this long, I can’t imagine it would be all that hard from now on either.” You said flippantly, not at all worried that you wouldn’t be able to leave this night behind the moment you got in your car and drove home.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, “I was on tour for the past couple years. That’s probably why.”

“That’s probably why, what?” Kira asked, catching the end of the conversation as she and Brad put their plates down and took their seats across the table.

Bucky’s eyes widened and you had to admit that although he was a pretty decent fake boyfriend, his poker face wasn’t worth much. But if you were being fair, he had more to lose if this scheme was discovered and would be more worried about Kira finding out the truth.

You sucked in a deep breath and smiled, spouting out the first lie that came to your mind, “That’s why we haven’t moved in together yet.”

“But haven’t you been back for, like, six months now, James?” Kira furrowed her brows, though you had the distinct impression that she wasn’t at all confused, “Wouldn’t it have been easier for you to move in with your girlfriend rather than keep paying for your own place?”

You stared at her, not sure what to say, but interested in the fact that she was well aware that he had been back in New York for six months now. From what you could tell, there were no good feelings left between the two of them and she shouldn’t have had any good reason to keep tabs on him. Of course, she could have simply been curious, but somehow you doubted it. The more time you spent with Kira, the less you trusted her. You snuggled in a little closer to Bucky for good measure.

Thankfully, Bucky had gotten over his surprise and managed an answer, “That’s what I had said, but Speedy had been insisted on keeping our own places.”

You wanted to glare at him but figured it wouldn’t portray a very unified front.

“Afraid the two of you couldn’t handle the distance?” Kira smirked, the hit directed at you.

“No,” You stared her down with a pleasant smile, “I just wanted to make sure that when he came back, he knew he could go somewhere that was his own space if he needed to decompress a little. Sometimes coming back into the world can be a little jarring.”

“And I’m truly grateful that she did,” He interrupted, moving an arm around the back of your chair, fingers lazily playing along your arm, “Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself.”

“Sometimes?” You laughed.

“All the time,” He amended, “And anyways, we’re moving in together next month so I don’t see how our situation could have been any better, considering.”

Kira’s victorious smile faltered for a moment, “And what happens when he gets shipped out again?”

Shrugging, you looked up at Bucky with a loving smile, “Then we figure it out.”

“We always do,” He said, mirroring your look.

“I’m happy for you two,” Kira muttered, without sounding like she meant it and turned back toward Brad.

Peggy gave you a slight nod and you grinned back. It seemed like maybe she was enjoying this as much as you were. Which, if you had to admit, was more than you thought you would. You turned to look back at Bucky and realized he was already staring at you, a funny look on his face.

You raised a brow.

He did the same.

That was when you realized he was asking you a question. Who scored that point? Tilting your head, you smirked so that he would know you meant yourself. He shook his head and though the movement practically imperceptible, you knew he disagreed. You narrowed your eyes, hoping he’d understand that you weren’t about to let this one go.

“That’s crazy,” Brad’s voice broke the silent chattering at your table, capture everyone’s attention, “I feel like I just witnessed a whole conversation without the two of you saying a single word. So crazy.”

You froze, an awkward smile on your face. Bucky let out a chuckle that felt just as uncomfortable, yet neither of you said anything in response. Neither of you had realized you were being watched, and the only good thing was that thankfully, neither of you had actually said anything incriminating.

The silence stretched on until Steve came to the rescue, “They do it so often, half the time they don’t realize the rest of us have no idea what they’re saying.”

“It is pretty crazy, Brad,” Peggy jumped in, “Ever since they met it’s like they had this unspoken language between the two of them, almost as if they were meant to be together.”

She punctuated the last words with a smug look in Kira’s direction that was in no way discreet, but very much appreciated on your part. Kira’s earlier look was long gone, and you could practically see the storm cloud forming above her head.

Bucky pulled you in a little closer, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head, “Sorry, bad habit. We’ll try to keep it to a minimum.”

“Nah, that’s cool,” Brad waved his hand, picking up a carrot with the other, “I just thought it was pretty crazy and had to point it out. You guys do you.”

You picked up a sandwich and nodded at Brad, interlacing your free hand with Bucky’s. Steve asked Peggy a question about the bride to be and just like that, the chattering at the table returned to normal. You let out a sigh. You were off the hook. For now.

#Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fanfiction #bucky imagine #MCU fic #MCU fanfiction #fake dating #fanfic #fan fiction

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side-effect-of-the-meds · 5 years

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Major angst and general pain warning. Rape mention. Blood mention.

I got an ask regarding Fem!Jean and I will be addressing it soon, but first, we need to talk about Riko. So... here’s that + the start of Jean’s bit.

So let’s start with her sexuality. She’s a lesbian but she doesn’t talk about it.

Not anymore at least.

The second Nathania Wesninski stalked into the Raven Court, Riko knew she wasn’t ‘normal’. All the girls on t.v. kissed boys. They all stayed up late talking about boys. They swooned whenever one of them smiled at them. Riko did all those things too but never about boys. Only about Nathania. Late at night, she’d lay awake gushing about how amazing Nathania was while Kevin tried to drown out the sound of her voice with his pillow.

She was so pretty. Riko felt her heart swell when Nathania’s icy eyes thawed and her crooked smile broke out across her face. Nat’s fiery hair matched her fiery temper. All her life, Riko had lived under her uncle’s rules. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. Don’t touch that. Don’t go there. Don’tDon’tDon’tDon’t

Nat didn’t care. When Tetsuji said don’t touch the racquets, Riko watched as Nat waited for him to turn his back before racing over to the stand. Clambering onto the sofa, Nat turned to look at Riko. Pressing a finger to her lips, she turned back and reached up for the racquet. She dragged her hand across the length of the stick and tugged at the netting. Rolling up to the balls of her feet, Nat pressed a kiss to the joint where the head of the racquet connected to the handle. Just before Tetsuji could turn back, she hopped down and raced back to Kevin who was staring at her, his mouth wide open. He smacked her across the back of the head and scolded for directly disobeying The Master. Nathania scowled him. Seeing Riko still watching her, she gave her a wink and a smile. Riko thought she was going to die then and there.

In the two years Nathania spends at Evermore, Riko’s feelings only intensify. She finds herself tripping over her own feet and running into walls because she’s too busy staring at Nat to watch where she’s going.

Riko ends up watching some rom-com with Kevin, Nat, and their newest addition to the court: Jean!!!!

She sees a lesbian couple that gets one scene in which one of them kisses the other on the cheek when she catches the bouquet at the main couple’s wedding.

Riko is shook.

At practice the next week, Nat stops Kevin in an impossible move and Riko is starstruck. She runs over and hugs Nat close. When Nat pulls her helmet off, she looks so pretty. Riko can’t stop herself from pressing a rough kiss to Nat’s cheek. Nat is shook for half a second, before laughing and returning Ko’s kiss with one of her own. If Ania had stayed at the Raven Court, she and Riko would have been a thing and Riko would have been incredibly soft.

Here’s where things get bad tho. After Nat left, The Master grabbed Riko by her hair and dragged her into his office. Jean stood paralyzed while Kevin banged frantically on the door, Riko’s pleas and sobs ringing through the locker room. Riko couldn’t walk right for the next few days. Neither Kevin nor Jean could discern why. All of Riko’s bruises had been on her upper body. There had been a few running up and down her neck, scratches over her back, and bruises on her wrists and hips. None of those should have inhibited her from walking.

Back then, none of them had understood what The Master had done to Riko. A few years later, the three of them heard the word rape for the first time. The man on the t.v. provided a fairly in-depth explanation of it.

“How could someone do something like that to another person?” Kevin asked, horror painting his face. Suddenly, he gasped. When Jean turned to see what had happened, she had to stifle one of her own. Riko had gone several shades paler than usual. Her limbs trembled as tears poured down her face.

“That- that’s what he does to me,” she whispered, pointing at the screen. “That’s what Uncle does to me.” In between her sobs, Riko explained to them what her uncle had been doing every night once the others fell asleep. Jean and Kevin knew he called Riko from her room every night but they had never once thought this was why. The Master was trying to use ‘corrective’ rape to ‘fix’ her. All Jean and Kevin could do was sit and stare. It took everything in them to hold their own tears back. Seconds, minutes, hours, days passed once Riko finished. None of them knew what to do. They couldn’t tell anyone. Who would believe them?

“If- if you’re fixed, will he stop?” Kevin asked finally.

“I’m not broken!” Riko cried.

“If you pretend to be straight, will he stop?” Kevin amended.

“I- I don’t know. Maybe?” she replied.

“Then maybe you should just pretend,” he said softly. “Just for now. After we leave, you can do what you want. You’ve just got to pretend for… ten years?”

“That’s a long time,” Jean whispered.

“It’s all we can do,” Kevin insisted. “We’ve spent our entire lives pretending to be fine. What’s one more secret?”

“But how?” Riko asked. Silence engulfed the three of them.

“You could try kissing a boy,” Kevin offered. “Reyes isn’t all bad.”

“No. I don’t want him getting any ideas,” Riko snapped.

“Then it has to be one of us,” Jean said. Riko looked between the two of them, a frown furrowing her brow.

“It’s just pretend, right?” she asked.

“Just pretend,” Kevin replied a little too quickly.

After a moment’s consideration, Riko agreed. She picked Kevin as her ‘boyfriend’. From that they on, she held his hand and pressed chaste kisses to his cheek when The Master was watching. Their act worked perfectly. Maybe a little too perfectly. Somewhere along the line, Jean realized that Kevin wasn’t pretending to love Riko. Whenever she walked past, Kevin couldn’t take his eyes off her. When she brushed against him, he leaned into her touch. Kevin had caught feelings and he had caught them hard.

From the moment she and Kevin started dating, she began to shut herself down. Feelings had been the source of all her pain. If she didn’t feel, she couldn’t get hurt, could she? Jean watched as her best friend started to cut away all the bits and pieces of herself that made her Ko.

Jean is trans and she’s amazing and I love her.

Riko might have cut herself off from most of her feelings and desensitized herself but she still is soft for Jean… sometimes.

Jean comes out to her and Riko is in pain. She doesn’t understand but she supports her bc Jean supported her.

Jean can’t change her name to fit her gender identity because then Ichirou will find out and God only knows what he’ll do to her.

And so the nickname, Jeanie, becomes a thing.

Jeanie is close enough to Jean that Riko can deny any wrongdoing. Jean wishes that she could just change her name and fully lean into her gender identity but Riko will just look at her and Jean will shove all her feelings down.

They tell Kevin and he agrees to call her by the nickname too. They also privately refer to Jeanie with ‘she/her’ pronouns because they know it makes her feel better. Most of the Nest is set up so that the dorms are separated by gender. Kevin and Riko’s are an exception because Tetsuji wants Riko to keep her eye on her pet. Jeanie ends up crashing there most nights so she doesn’t have to face being in the men’s dorm. She only ever uses the bathroom in the dorms because they’re private. The changing room is just something she has to deal with and she hates it so much.

When Kevin leaves, Riko officially breaks. He promised he’d protect her from Tetsuji. He swore he’d always be by her side. When he leaves, Riko is convinced that he’s abandoned her. Jeanie can only watch in horror as Riko’s deterioration increases exponentially.

She’s torn. She’s glad that Kevin left because he had to. Tetsuji broke his arm for nearly showing Riko up on the court. Riko had been treating him worse and worse too. She had never raised a hand at him but Jeanie knew she was manipulating him. She deprived him of touch and cut him up and used him to get whatever she wanted. It hurt Jeanie to watch all of it. They were her best friends, her only friends, and they were tearing each other apart.

Also, Kevin isn’t innocent. There were so many times when Riko tried to break things off with him. He’d shrug and nonchalantly suggest that maybe it was better if Tetsuji went back to treating Riko like a blow-up doll. >:00000

Truly despicable

Kevin’s gone, Riko is in shambles, and Jeanie has never felt more alone.

Two months after Kev’s flight from Evermore, he showed up as Palmetto State as the new assistant coach. Tetsuji is furious. He had beaten Riko black and blue when Kevin had first run but this was something else entirely. Jeanie had walked into The Master’s office to hand over some reports and found Riko bound and gagged with her face buried in the couch cushions, her uncle above her. The Master threw Jeanie out and locked the door. Jeanie banged on the door, kicking at it but it wouldn’t budge. She collapsed outside the door sobbing. An hour later, Riko hobbled out of the office. She was covered in bruises and one of her eyes had swollen shut. Her clothes were in tatters and she was limping. She grabbed Jeanie by her hair and dragged her back to the dorms. Riko didn’t speak for the rest of the month. She wouldn’t leave her room for the next seven months.

Jeanie didn’t leave Riko’s side in those seven months either. It wasn’t wise to leave a pregnant woman on her own.

The birth of Cleo Moriyama was Evermore’s best-kept secret. The team assumed that she was Kevin’s. They were wrong. Cleo was an abomination. She was the daughter of Tetsuji Moriyama. Since Riko found out she was pregnant, she had lost all feelings. The birth of Cleo gave her back only one: hate.

Jeanie was horrified. Riko had wanted an abortion but Tetsuji had refused. As a result, Riko had only hate in her heart for her daughter. Cleo is left to cry all night and starve to death for all Riko could care. Jeanie spends her third year of college juggling school, practice, and a baby that isn’t even hers.

On top of everything, Riko has no emotions. None. She looks at everyone and everything with a dead, hollow-eyed look. A thousand-yard stare. In front of cameras, she always manages to slip her ditzy facade on but she doesn’t keep it on any longer than she has to.

Riko is picking fights left, right, and center. She’s always brawling on the court. No one interferes because it’s Riko.

The first flicker of emotion that Jeanie sees is at the discovery of Ania Josten’s true identity. For the first time in nearly a year, Riko looks excited. A brilliant smile splits her face and tears flow from her eyes.

“Oh, Nattie. How I’ve missed you, my love,” Riko whispers as she drags a hand across the screen of her laptop, paused in the middle of one of Ania’s interviews. Riko turns to Jeanie. She races over and grabs Cleo out of Jeanie’s arms. “How would you like to have two mommies, Cleo? Oh, I’m sure you’ll love your new mommy. Such a pretty face. Such a dirty mouth.” There’s a crazed glint in Riko’s eyes and Jeanie feels her blood run cold. It’s the same glint she used to see whenever Riko ran her blades over Kevin’s skin. It was the same laughter that rang through the halls when Kevin sobbed beneath the sting of her blade, parting his skin, carving into his flesh.

The banquets occur and Ania comes to Evermore.

Jeanie wants to grab Ania by the shoulders and shake her. She wants to scream at her to get out. She wants to help her run but she’s too afraid of what will happen to her and, more importantly, Cleo if she does. Instead, she does her best to help Ania keep up. It’s hard especially when Ania is so dead set on pissing Riko off as much as possible. Ania refuses to accept Jeanie’s help either. She shoves Jeanie away and does the exact opposite of what she’s told. She hasn’t changed a bit since she was a child.

Since the birth of Cleo, Jeanie has had her own room that she shares with the baby. It’s right beside Riko’s room. Jeanie finds herself waking in the middle of the night to the cries of the baby and the screams of Ania in the room next door. Riko is undoubtedly cutting her up just like she did Kevin. IIt’s Cleo or Ania. You can’t save them both, Jeanie thinks to herself as the tears slide down her cheek. She rocks Cleo in her arms, wishing the baby didn’t have to hear the horrors of the room next door. One night, however, the pleas she hears sound familiar. Pressing an ear up against the wall, she hears Ania begging for Riko to stop. She hears Riko demand that Ania love her. Jeanie leans back puzzled. It takes a few moments for the pieces to fall into place. She’s out of her room and kicking down Riko’s door in a matter of seconds. Ania’s handcuffed to the bed, naked. Riko is kneeling above her, her own shirt off. Blood coats everything in sight.

This is the final straw. Jeanie grabs Riko by her hair and throws her across the room. She undoes the cuffs on Ania’s hands. She carries her to the bathroom and cleans her up. Ania doesn’t seem to be all there. Instead, she sits quietly as Jeanie does her best to clean the blood off her and dress the wounds.

She packs Ania’s things and grabs Cleo and drives them to the airport. She calls Renee before the three of them hop onto the first available flight back to South Carolina.

Wymack is already waiting for them at the terminal. His eyes widen at the sight of the child in Jeanie’s arms but he doesn’t question it. He drives the four of them back to the team nurse’s home. Jeanie explains what happened at Evermore and, after some prodding, reveals the truth about Cleo. Abby is trying to contain her tears. She offers to watch Cleo while Jeanie sleeps. Jeanie hesitates but her fatigue wins out. She hands Cleo over and falls asleep the second her head hits the pillow.

Jeanie hides out with the foxes, waiting for Riko to come and take her back. Not once do they call. Instead, Renee’s adoptive mother has forced Evermore to open an investigation into the Ravens. It’s only a matter of time before the Ravens fall.

Jeanie’s story will pick up from her arrival at Palmetto.

#fem!andreil #fem!jean #erin minyard #ania josten #the foxhole court #the foxhole court au #all for the game au #all for the game #all for the gay #tfc au #aftg au #rape mention

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ir0n-angel · 4 years

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Symbols

From Love is... (FLUFF-uary 2020). Part of the Beer and Benefits series.

(prompts #14 - first 'I love you' and #6 - gifts)

"I hate waking up without you. I don't want to do it anymore. Nora... I love you. I love you, and I want to always be next to you."

He pulled back to see her jewel-blue eyes had gone incredibly wide.

"A-are you asking me to...?" she stammered, sounding hopeful in spite of herself.

He moved his hand down to take hers, lacing their fingers together. "Yes, I am. If you'll have me...?"

"Oh my darling..." she breathed, eyes filling with happy tears. "Absolutely yes!"

A ring wasn't necessary. Society and all its laws had collapsed in on itself over two centuries ago. There was no need for anything formal to prove or make marriage official in the wastelands. The partners' promise to each other was enough. And honestly, he felt that that was even better than any pre-war traditions.

Still...

Deegan picked up the least dented looking ring from the small box of jewelry Daisy had set before him on the counter. Like the rest, it was just a plain band with no stone setting. Silver, he guessed, even though it was almost pure black with tarnish. He slipped it over his pinkie and back off again with ease; it would be a little big on her, but better too large than too small. And it would take some work to polish it, if he could find any polish, that is.

He turned it over in his palm, considering.

"Toothpaste," Daisy said, unprompted.

He blinked up at her. "Beg pardon?"

She pointed at the ring. "A dab of toothpaste and rub it with a soft cloth," she elaborated. "A little effort and a lot of patience, and it'll shine bright as before the bombs fell." She leaned over to prop on her elbows. "You're so delightfully old-fashioned. You know you don't need that, right? You asked her and she said yes. You two are hitched, as far as the Commonwealth's concerned." She grinned. "Lucky girl."

Ghouls don't blush, but Deegan could have sworn what was left of his ears were burning. "And how would you know about that?"

She let out a cackle. "Gossip travels fast, and none are faster than Holly."

He tried not to roll his eyes. Of course it would be the overly-friendly, Emogene-esque ghoul woman from The Slog. At least she didn't take his rejections personally, he supposed.

"Nora's a special case," he said, turning his attention to the ring again. "She's pre-war, just like we are. I want to give her something... Something familiar. Tangible."

He was decided.

He closed his hand around it, looking up at Daisy's understanding smile.

She put the jewelry box back under her counter and turned to her till. "Delightfully old-fashioned," she repeated. "I fully expect an invitation to the wedding, mister."

"When Garvey said Jamaica Plain had called for assistance, I didn't think it'd be to clear out an entire super mutant stronghold," Valentine grumbled as Nora popped the hatch of her power armor and all but tumbled out. He stepped closer, reaching out to steady her. "How are you holding up, doll?"

She was shaking pretty badly, but she waved him off. Then she bent with her hands on her knees, gasping as the smell of decay and the adrenaline letdown hit her.

Three Suiciders? Really?! Not to mention the hounds, which came close to terrifying her even more.

Preston was definitely going to get one hell of a talking to later.

When she finally caught her breath and pulled herself together again, she drew up her Pip-boy and clicked the knob a few times. "Looks like we got them all, at least. But why so many?"

"I'd wager it's because there's not many buildings this large outside of Boston proper." He looked upward. "At least not with ceilings this tall, even here on the basement level. You think about it, Fallon's is the perfect space for those oversized brutes."

Stepping around a super mutant corpse, she finally got a good look at her surroundings. "I didn't even notice where we were." Outrunning Suiciders tended to make paying attention to certain details difficult. "Isn't this the jewelry department Eddie Winter and his crew pulled that diamond heist?"

"Yeah. At the time, I questioned his wisdom for pulling it off in a joint with only one exit." He motioned to the inoperable escalator. "I guess he felt pretty confident with the Feds in his back pocket, if it didn't work. At least he'd walk free. What's the loss of a few loyal minions to a guy like him."

His tone turned bitter, and Nora put a hand on his arm. He turned his gaze to her. "You got him in the end," she reminded.

"Thanks to you, partner." He smiled, covering her hand with his ruined one.

She pretended not to notice it faltering at the click of metal on metal as he knocked against the silver band on her ring finger. Just like she'd pretended not to see the way his mouth had turned down and he'd ducked his head when he first noticed and asked about it months ago.

Things could have been very different between them at one time, had he not let the fact he was a synth stand in the way. She'd tried and failed, so she moved on; her life was too short for her to wait.

And Deegan made her so very happy.

She let her hand slide out from under his as she turned towards the half smashed display cases. Most likely the work of raiders, since super mutants had no use for things like jewelry and pocket watches. Her own detective instincts guessed that the super mutants had probably attacked mid-plunder, as there was so much left in them.

Free housing and free lunch? What more could a super mutant want?

Okay, she grossed herself out with that one.

Forcing herself to ignore scattered, half-gnawed bones, she picked through the glass of one case. Picking up a watch with a smashed face, she called to Valentine now looting ammunition out of a rifle, "Help me find more of these? I need the gold for upgrading capacitors."

"So we're going to rob the store, too?" he chuckled. "Winter would love the irony."

"Silver would also be good. You can leave the diamonds."

He gave a hearty laugh, and they split up to search opposite sides of the large showroom.

Poor lighting and being loathe to touch any biological matter, as well as stopping to pay respects to the unfortunate woman locked in the hidden vault, made the search slow. Still, Valentine had already circled the room once and was back to collecting bullets when Nora had picked the lock on the last safe.

"Find anything useful?" he called, as she opened it to discover a tray of rings, neatly wedged in a foam display.

"It's a shame there's not a way to build some kind of cutting tool with all these gems," she replied, picking the simpler bands and solitaires out and putting them in a belt pouch. The ones with the baguettes would be more effort than they were worth to get to the metal and virtually useless as laser components.

"You could just enjoy them for the sake of beauty, you know."

She shook her head. "That'd be asking for trouble. Plus it really isn't worth the effort to haul back stuff I can't use."

Coming to the last row, she paused as she noticed one of the plain silver bands was noticeably larger than the rest. Whoever custom ordered it must have had huge hands.

She wondered...

She picked it up and slid it over her thumb.

It was still loose.

Valentine cast around, making sure he hadn't overlooked anything. "I think that pretty much cleans this place out."

She shot a quick glance at him -- he would know, and she didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable for him -- and unzipped her suit just low enough to tuck the ring into her bra, hastily zipping it back up.

Adding the last couple of rings to her pouch, she slid the tray into the safe and closed it back. "All right, then. I guess we should head to Jamaica Plain to give them the all clear before we head back to the Castle," she said, moving to climb back into her power armor.

A thrill of excitement shot through her as the closing hatch pinned her snugly to the forward chestplate, lightly pressing the ring into her breast.

She couldn't wait to get back home to her husband.

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thepokyone · 6 years

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Thirty-Two Years

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader (ft. Bucky, Steve, and Tony)

Content/Warnings: pure fluff. that’s it

Words: 1549

A/N: So this is my entry for @spideywhiteys writing challenge - I hope you like it! It’s super cute, I enjoyed writing it, and tropes are always fun ^-^

The day of your 30th birthday dawned clear and bright, rays of sunlight trickling in from between the gaps in your blinds and chasing out the darkness that clung to the corners of your room. It was that light, rather than your alarm, that roused you. You had woke half an hour early, but you were too excited to doze off again. Today, after fifteen years, you would be seeing Sam Wilson again. He was your best friend from diapers until you moved away at fifteen. You had kept in touch through phone calls and texts, but it wasn’t quite the same. Now that you had moved back East to D.C., the two of you could reconnect.

Praying that you weren’t about to be disappointed, you prepared for the day. It was like falling in to old habits, spending your birthday together. The two of you had been born the same day, in the same hospital, a room apart. It was how your mothers had met, a friendship springing between the two women that, like yours and Sam’s, had managed to stand the test of time. Sam was older by ten minutes (which he never let you forget), but it was only after the two of you had turned thirteen that he had shot upwards, beating your height.

The time you had to prepare seemed to both race and ooze by, and you had only just finished by the time your doorbell rang. Swallowing, and reminding yourself that it’s just Sam rather than a stranger you had never met, you turned the knob and pulled open the door.

If it weren’t for the familiar smile, which still held traces of the boy you knew as a fifteen-year-old, you would have sworn on your life that the man standing in front of you was not Sam Wilson. For starters, he was hot - a far cry from the lanky, gangly teenager you had known. For another, he seemed to have changed from an awkward, stammering boy to a confident and collected man - a theory that his next words all but solidified.

“Happy birthday, beautiful,” Sam said, the easy smile still on his face. You returned it, hoping that he couldn’t hear the way your heart raced, drumming loudly against your ribcage.

“Sam,” You said in response, allowing yourself a moment to properly take him in. He seemed to be doing the same. “Happy birthday.”

“What, I’m not beautiful too?” He asked with a laugh, following you inside. The apartment was still stacked with boxes, though things were slowly starting to come together.

“Well, we both know who the hot one is between the two of us,” You fired back with a smirk. Somehow, despite his cool demeanor and newfound attractiveness (to you, anyway), it was just as easy to be with him now as it was fifteen years ago. It was, after all, still Sam.

“Aw, thanks,” Sam said, smirking.

“I was talking about me, idiot,” You retorted with a grin.

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s not get caught up in the details. I say we get this day started, huh?”

“Let’s do it,” You agreed.

As you weren’t entirely familiar with D.C., Sam had been the one to make birthday plans, the two of you visiting the various sites to see and just being your old selves. It may have been fifteen years, but it certainly didn’t feel like it. The day flew by, the sun low in the sky by the time Sam took you to the last stop, the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. Oranges and reds danced on the surface of the water, reflecting the colorful sky above as the two of you walked slowly down the path beside it.

“So we’re thirty years old today,” Sam mulled thoughtfully, hands in his pockets.

“Yeah. Doesn’t seem possible, does it?”

“Nah, it doesn’t. This doesn’t make us old yet, does it?”

“I don’t think so,” You said with a shrug. “Now when we reach fifty…”

Sam let out a laugh. “Fifty isn’t that old.”

“It’s old enough to start getting AARP letters!” You retorted.

“Fair point,” He agreed. “You know, I’m surprised you forgot.”

“Forgot?” You repeated, furrowing your brows. What had you forgotten?

“Our pact? You know, the one we made when we were six years old? My mom mentioned it to me yesterday. I had forgotten too, if I’m honest.”

The memory came rushing back. “You mean our marriage pact?”

“Yeah! You know, the one where if we’re at the ripe old age of thirty and still single, we’d marry each other,” Sam said with a shrug. “And I’m pretty sure we’re both still single, unless there’s something you’re not telling me.”

You laughed. “I’m not marrying you, Sam. Not today anyway.”

“I didn’t expect you to. I’d settle for a date, though - if you’re interested,” He offered, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

You smiled, nodding. “I think I can do that.”

Two Years Later

The wedding was set for the same day the two of you had made your marriage pact at six years old. The September day was pleasantly warm and bright, scarcely a cloud in the sky. Steve Rogers - Captain America himself - was best man, but it wasn’t him you were focused on; it was Sam, who was looking as handsome as ever in the tuxedo Tony Stark had insisted on providing, that captured your full attention.

Bucky Barnes was the one walking you down the aisle - you had clicked instantly with the ex-HYDRA agent, and he had been honored when you had asked him to do so. “You’ll knock him dead, doll,” Bucky had assured you before the ceremony; and now, walking towards your best friend of thirty years, you had no doubts that you had. Sam was gazing at you as if you were the most breathtaking thing in the world, taking your hand once you finally reached him.

The ceremony seemed to go by in a blur. It was just you and Sam; everyone else seemed to have faded away. Both of you had agreed to prepare vows. It was the part that seemed to come the quickest, and it was what you were most nervous about. But Sam smiled at you as Tony (who had insisted on officiating the wedding, to your amusement) called for him to give his vows, and your nerves settled.

Sam pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, one that you’d recognize anywhere, and began to speak. “Twenty-six years ago to the day, we wrote a contract after your mom told us about her wedding. We promised that, at thirty years old, if both of us were single, we’d marry each other. I wasn’t sure what to put in my vows, because there was so much I wanted to say to the woman that stole my heart, but I managed to find my copy of our contract and realized it said everything I had always felt for you.

“I, Samuel Thomas Wilson, promise to love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, forever. I promise to protect you from the bullies on the playground and the monster under the bed, because you’re my best friend in the world. I promise to share my snack during snack time and let you play with my favorite toy even when I want to, so that we don’t fight.

“I love you, Y/N, and those words are still as true as they were the day I wrote them. You are my best friend and the love of my life, and I could not imagine a better person to spend my life with.”

Later, you would swear up and down that you didn’t cry, but that was a lie. To be fair, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house, and it took several moments before you were able to compose yourself and read your own.

“I think we truly are meant to be together, Sam,” You said with a watery laugh, “because I brought my copy of the contract as my vows.”

There was laughter from the crowd that died as you began to speak. “I, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, promise to love you, Samuel Thomas Wilson, forever. I promise to give you the best spot at tea parties and to pretend to be Princess Leia when we’re playing Star Wars so that you can be Han Solo. I promise to share my lunch money with you, and to tell you all my secrets, because you always seem to understand and never tell anyone.

“Sam, I’ve loved you since I was six years old, even if I didn’t realize it at the time. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime, and the love of my life. I can’t wait to spend the best years of my life with you, because thirty-two years hasn’t been enough - and thirty-two more won’t be, either.”

Tony had to clear his throat slightly before speaking. “It is my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

And without further ado, Sam pulled you into a searing kiss - the culmination of your own personal love story, thirty-two years in the making.

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the-only-villain-here-is-me · 6 years

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The Aftermath

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: None

Warnings: Violence, Language, Very Very Sad.(You've Been Warned)

Note: I cried like a baby writing this because Marvel can't just let my faves be happy for once and now I'm the one making my babes sad, dark, and brooding.

Summary: After the snap, what occurs after such a catastrophic event? Will tensions rise between our heroes or will they break down their walls and invite each other in? This is the aftermath...

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The worst had happened and they were unable to stop it. With the snap of his mere fingers, the devilish Mad Titan brought half the universe to nothing more than wisps of dust.

They had searched; of course; they weren't ready to give up so soon on bringing back their loved ones.

After the snap, they gazed upon the destruction he brought about and the only corpse they had to bury; the Vision. His lifeless image stayed with them; kept some of them up at night even.

Steve had sunk to his knees in the place where his best friend; the man he had just finally regained back from the brink; had perished. He was just a pile of ashes and nothing more.

No one dared bother the mourning man, even after they lead him back to his quarters to stay. The sobs of their leader were just background fuzz to their own traumas; they were shell shocked, angry, frightened, and struggled to hold back their own tears.

Natasha threw herself back into the gym the second they walked through those doors; anyone who tried to talk with the eerily quiet assassin were met with a grunt in acknowledgement or mainly, silence; aside from the repetitous thumps of her bare, bruised and bloody knuckles against the leather bag.

They were broken; but tried their hardest to piece themselves back together. No one had been able to locate Tony in those days after the snap and they had unanimously voted to stay in Wakanda to help with the clean up; it gave them something to focus on.

Bruce blamed himself; for not being able to do more, although he knew in his heart that the Titan wouldn't have been felled by the Hulk alone. He locked himself in one of the labs, basking in the silence as he researched tirelessly ways to recover his friends. He was sure it just had to be science and he knew science. He wouldn't stop until he unlocked the truth.

Shuri would occasionally hover in the doorway, jumping in to assist wordlessly when he needed help with some variables. She would bump him out of her way gently and examine the problem, pretending for just a moment that her brother would stop by and urge her to return to her room for some much needed sleep.

She, of course; knew that wouldn't be the case and so she didn't sleep, at least until Bruce banned her from the lab.

They had gotten into quite the fight over that; tensions already high and boiling over into things that usually wouldn't matter so much.

"This is my lab; you don't get to tell me what to do!" She had screamed, a big fat lump sitting in her throat as her voice cracked on the next part, "You're not my brother!"

Bruce had apologized profusely, but she ignored him as she decided to return to her room in order to avoid speaking to anyone further.

Okoye never was far from the Princess either; although she did keep a little distance as instructed.

She felt guilty, that T'Challa had slipped through her fingers as dust as he tried to help her rise. She knew she couldn't have changed the outcome; but that didn't stop her from wanting to protect his sister with everything she could muster. Sort of as an unofficial last request to her King.

Thor had become the rock, of sorts. He still mourned his brother and friends, but his facade was much stronger; the cracks sealed with a layer of wisecracks and reassuring pats on the backs of his quiet comrades.

When he retired to his quarters, though; that was a whole other story. His dreams were plagued with the dull, emerald eyes of his mischievous brother. Every time he attempted to picture his brother back at his trickful ways, all he saw was his pale corpse devoid of any breath.

In his nightmares, he watched as Thanos squeezed the life from his brother; helpless.

"Br-rot-ther...h-help me!" Loki would choke out, his eyes pleading.

When the Mad Titan released his grip, his body would tumble to the floor like a rag doll; his limbs splayed awkwardly.

Slowly, his brother would turn to face him and with nothing but distaste in his dull eyes, would utter, "You let me die!"

Thor woke up in cold sweats after these and took to staring out the window the remainder of the night; glaring up into the stars as he plotted the slow and painful ways he would bring Thanos to his knees.

The day Tony returned, with Nebula in tow; Rocket had rushed in; hoping to see the rest of the Guardians.

"They're gone," She had deadpanned before storming off.

Bruce had pulled Tony into a bear hug when he saw the man walk in. The broken man hadn't reciprocated the action; his eyes dull and glassy; as if he was stumbling through a haze.

Steve had taken that exact moment to exit his room, his eyes still red and cheeks swollen, his lips set in an unmoving line.

They met eyes, from across the room and Steve pulled away from the intense staring match first, flicking his head to look at a spot on the wall.

"He's dead too, isn't he?" Tony had questioned, the first sentence he had let slip past his lips ever since they arrived.

Steve merely nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly.

The others steeled themselves for an outburst, their bodies rigid as they waited for the two to explode at one another after being thrown back into a still smoldering fire of anger.

Then Tony did something unexpected; he stepped forward and placed his hand on the Captain's shoulder, nodding his head slightly.

"We're going to get that purple son of a bitch, even if it's the last thing we do Cap," He muttered before taking off soundlessly down the hall to the lab to fix up his wound properly.

He met a tired Rhodey at the end of the hall, still fuming after having had spoken to General Ross.

General Ross had been spewing an angry tirade about how the Avengers had let down the world and this is not how a team acts and blah blah blah.

"With all due respect, sir; half of the team you're talking about were considered fugitives by you five minutes ago and now you want to complain that they weren't doing their jobs?" He had scoffed angrily, ending the call before he could really let the man know what he thought.

He was the only person left to deal with the hellish late night calls from pissed off U.S Government Officials who knew jack squat and it had been taking a toll. Not to mention that the press couldn't stop ringing him for juicy details about the catastrophe.

"Good to see you in one piece Tony," He chuckled at the man, pulling him into a brief one armed hug.

"Have you heard anything about Pepper?" Tony questioned him, his eyes wide in worry over the fate of his fiance.

"She's fine Tony, we got her set up in a safe house," Rhodey had murmured.

"The kid- he's gone," Tony added, his voice cracking.

"We'll get him back Tony," Rhodey had promised; knowing good and well he was in no position to be making such promises.

Two years since he had made that promise.

Things still hadn't changed.

Tony headed back to New York eventually, noting the city streets were nearly empty as he made his way down them; watching the clean up crews fixing the destruction.

He and Pepper pushed the wedding as he searched day and night for Thanos.

One such night, he found himself staring up into the sky littered with stars due to the drastic transformation of New York City's skyline due to less emission.

"Man up asshole; I want to talk!" He screamed up into the night as a cool breeze tickled his face.

The balcony remained quiet, and he had shaken his head at the half hearted try.

He should of been happy that night; when Pepper announced she was pregnant. He should of been ecstatic at the news.

He just felt, oddly empty. Thanos had taken the one thing he had longed for and turned it into runner up to getting Peter back to his distraught Aunt May.

"Morgan Parker," He offered, gazing into her eyes as tears welled up in his.

She had pulled him into a hug and he felt safe. Safe had usually taken on a new meaning for him, but this; this was safe.

Steve got himself an apartment in Brooklyn for dirt cheap with all the real estate popping up seemingly over night.

It was a one room studio; all he had was a bed, a bare kitchen, and a table with three chairs.

He had a stack of sketch pads under his bed, tucked into a rusted metal box. Page after page was filled with the images of his dead friends.

Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Vision. He was almost obsessive as he tried to draw them into beautiful scenes.

Vision and Wanda with their heads tossed back, frozen in mid-laughter. Bucky curled up in a raggedy arm chair, feet slung over the side as he read, brows furrowed; To Kill A Mockingbird. Sam rolling his eyes jokingly or paused in a sort of still as he threw a water balloon.

He refused to take them out when anyone came over; locking the box and hanging the key under his shirt, close to his heart.

Natasha came over a lot; more than anyone else had. Mainly, she visited between missions.

He would often wake up to find the woman passed out against the wall in a sitting position, snoring gently as the cuts all over her body spilled over and bruises painted her pale skin.

He would pull the blanket from his own bed and lie it over her lap, attempting to ignore her strangled cries that erupted as she slept fitfully.

She also had a lot on her plate as she helped Clint out; as Laura and Lila had perished in the snap; leaving him to care for Cooper and Nathaniel.

Clint was pissed, to say the least, that even after he retired; his old life still pulled him back in like a moth to a goddamn flame.

He couldn't exact his revenge; his kids were his number one priority. Instead, he entrusted Natasha with being his eyes, ears, and legs.

She would go out and bring him back information on Thanos, all while balancing bedtime stories and dinner time.

Clint would have envied how strong she was if he didn't know how hard she was trying to keep it together in the first place. He knew she was just as broken as he was, no matter how hard she tried to mask it.

"You know; you can cry Nat," He had told her one day after a fight over her well being.

"Crying doesn't get your family or our friends back Clint," She had huffed back pointedly, storming from the house.

She had went to see Bruce at the compound, wanting to talk.

Bruce resided at the compound with Thor, Nebula, Rocket and Rhodey, but he rarely talked to anyone as he chose to throw himself into his work.

"Nat," He greeted the woman with a nod as she stormed in, fluttering the papers around her.

"Why did you leave?" She deadpanned, although she could still feel the unfamiliar sensation of a lump in her throat.

"Nat- I- I really don't know," He had stammered.

"BULLSHIT!" She broke down, slamming her fist against the glass table, sending it through.

Her hand was cut up, skin shredded and pain dulled as adrenaline coursed through her veins, as she took out her rage at the shitstorm that had erupted in their lives those past couple years; that tore them apart, pulled them and molded them into people she didn't recognize.

Bruce wordlessly patched her up as she stared out the window with angry tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

He pretended not to notice.

That was all any of them had been doing.

Pretending.

Pretending it didn't hurt.

Pretending they were moving on.

Pretending they were tough enough to contain it.

Pretending they weren't self medicating.

With booze...

With love...

With obsessions...

They couldn't think of the consequences during battle; they had to fight.

This was the battle that was littered with the consequences and choices.

This was the inner battle.

This was the aftermath.

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askalt2d · 5 years

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Sweetness

Over a cup of mid-afternoon tea, 2D pauses in his recounting of Susan from daycare’s daily dose of gossip to check his phone. “Oh, I got a notification from the coupon site fingy– it’s couples night at tha’ fancy Italian place.” He looks up, excited. “I know it’s not, like, official date night ‘til Friday...but–”

Stuart smiles. “A nice dinner out sounds lovely.”

2D surges up to give his husband a kiss, nearly upsetting his teacup in the process. “Aw, Stu, fank you!”

With their tea forgotten, they begin to plan their evening.

Ever the enthusiastic aunt, Noodle immediately agrees to watch Parker for the night– “We’ll do our hair and mess around on your papa’s keyboard, Twochie!” she’d said to Parker over the phone, and had been quickly shot down on the second part by 2D– and she comes to pick up her niece just before sunset.

“Don’t get into too much trouble, you two,” she warns cheekily, buckling Parker’s car seat into her Jaguar.

2D grins. “No promises!”

Given the circumstances of the month, though, they’re bound to keep that promise either way.

The Pots dress to the nines, even though it’s only a local restaurant. Stuart wears the cornflower tie from their wedding with a crisp black suit, and 2D even tucks a pocket square into the breast pocket of his sleek navy jacket.

“You look stunnin’, bluebird,” Stuart murmurs as their taxi pulls up.

2D blushes and gently shoves his shoulder. “Ya ain’t too bad yourself, love.”

The two of them kiss in the cab ride to dinner, but it isn’t lustful or wanting– quick, sweet pecks and a soft meeting of their lips instead of Stuart’s tongue down his husband’s throat. The driver glances back disapprovingly a few times, and 2D bursts into giggles, blushing like a teenager at being caught.

When they arrive, and after generously tipping the cabbie, Stuart takes 2D’s hand like a real gentleman and leads him inside.

Soft candlelight and dimmed electric lamps light the warm interior of the restaurant. There’s music playing– classical, not really to their taste, but it suits the mood. The tables are draped in red and adorned with a single fabric rose each. Only a few other couples are present, given that it’s a Wednesday night, so the Pots are led to a free table right away.

“Remember when we took Parker ‘ere,” 2D says, once the waiter leaves, “an’ she spit up on the menu?”

Stuart holds back a snort of laughter. “That was here?”

“Yep! We were sittin’ just over there.” He points to a table near the front of the restaurant. “Ya tried feedin’ her mashed potatoes...”

“You’re the only one who can convince her to eat food she doesn’t like, bluebird.” Stuart grins and takes a sip of his wine. “I really think you’re her favorite.”

2D’s face falls comically fast. “Oh, Stu, don’t say tha’!”

“I was jokin’, love.”

“Yeh, but still...” He reaches across the table and takes his husband’s hand. “She loves ya so much, Stu. She loves both of us equally, I jus’ know it. Yeh, I can get ‘er to eat nasty stuff, but you– you change the batteries in ‘er hearin’ aid so quick an’ delicate while my fingers just shake all over the place. You never panic when she gets overwhelmed an’ starts screamin’, ya just hold ‘er and sing and it works like magic.” 2D smiles softly at him. “You’re a good dad, Stu– you’re a great dad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeh.”

Stuart leans over the table to kiss his husband. “I think you’re great, too.” 2D hums happily into the kiss, letting the rest of the world melt away. Stuart’s lips are warm and a little bit chapped, tasting of the wine he’d been sipping and of Stuart’s own underlying sweetness.

There’s an embarrassed “Er...” from above them. 2D pulls away, blushing, as the waiter politely examines the ceiling instead of the kissing couple. “Are we ready to order?”

“Spaghetti, please,” 2D says, dabbing his lips with his napkin. He peeks up at Stuart, and stifles a laugh. His husband still looks a bit spellbound. “Love? Wot d’ya want?”

“You– er, I mean, what you ordered. Same thing. I– yeah.” His face is flushed.

As soon as the waiter leaves, 2D kicks him gently under the table. “Frisky.”

“I didn’t mean it in a randy way,” Stuart mutters, a bit embarrassed. “At least, not completely.”

“Well,” 2D says in a very matter-of-fact way, reaching for the bread, “ya can’t eat me for dinner. I ain’t very nutritious, I’d imagine.”

Stuart huffs out a fond sort of sigh. He picks up a packet of butter and warms it in his hands before handing it to 2D. “Hush and eat your bread, bluebird.”

Both their spaghettis arrives not long after, and despite it being an accidental order on Stuart’s part, he isn’t disappointed at all in his meal. He and 2D both fall silent for a long while, with only the clink of forks serving as conversation. The pasta is warm and buttery, with a rich, meaty tomato sauce over the top. With that and with the bread as an appetizer, it’s no wonder that once 2D clears his plate, he settles back with a bit of a groan.

“Mm?” Stuart raises his eyebrows, mouth still full of spaghetti.

“Tummy ‘urts a bit,” 2D says, shifting in his seat. “Fink I ate too fast...or too much. Or both.” He suppresses a small burp.

Stuart sympathetically pats his husband’s hand. “Wanna go home?” he asks once he’s swallowed his spaghetti. “I know we planned an evenin’ walk in the park after dinner, but if your stomach hurts, then we can just go right home. Watch a film or somethin’, maybe?”

“It’s so lovely out, though.” 2D bites his lip. “I– I wanted to stargaze for a bit. Snog on a park bench, look up at the sky...” His stomach interrupts with a loud gurgle, and he goes red with embarrassment. “Don’t. Laugh.”

Stuart puts his hand over his own mouth, but his eyes sparkle with laughter nonetheless. “Aw, bluebird...”

“I-it ain’t funny!”

“It’s a bit funny.”

“You’re bein’ mean, Stu. Mean an’ cruel an’ rude.”

Getting a hold of himself, Stuart lays a hand on 2D’s crossed arms. “I’m sorry, my love. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Belly rubs when we get home?”

2D pretends to mull it over, but his decision had been made the second the words left his husband’s mouth. “...Yeh, alright.”

As a further apology, Stuart pays for their dinner. He calls another cab for them, and 2D nearly dozes off on the short ride home, his head leaning heavily on Stuart’s shoulder.

The house is quiet and empty, a rarity these days. Stuart flips the lights on as 2D shrugs his jacket off and makes a beeline for the sofa. He undoes the top button of his trousers and sighs with relief. “These fings’re too restrictitive,” he mutters as Stuart joins him, turning the TV on to a random movie channel. “Now I get why I don’t wear ‘em much...”

“We don’t have much occasion to dress up much, anyway,” Stuart says, gently guiding 2D to lie down with his head in Stuart’s lap. “Though I gotta say, you look damn handsome all dolled up.”

2D wriggles, getting comfortable. “You’re always ‘andsome.”

“So are you, you big flatterer.” He leans down to kiss his forehead, and starts rubbing gentle circles on his belly. “Feel better?”

“Mm-hm...” 2D hums happily. He’s silent for a bit, warm and content. Stuart’s hands feel like heaven on his aching stomach, rubbing his pain away and nearly lulling him to sleep.

After a few long, blissful minutes, Stuart moves the massage upwards, working the knots out of 2D’s shoulders. A deep groan drifts from his husband’s mouth. “Blimey, Stu,” he sighs, opening one dark eye to peer up lovingly at him, “wot’d I ever do to deserve ya?”

He’s silent for a moment. “You smiled at me,” Stuart finally starts, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You smiled at me, and you sang under your breath, and you laughed at your own jokes, and you made me fall in love with you. You changed my mind about wantin’ to start a family, and you gave birth to the most beautiful little baby I’ve ever seen. Our baby. Our Parker.”

2D’s eyes are welling up a bit, but Stuart keeps going. “You kiss me goodnight and good mornin’ every day. You sing in the shower. You walk around naked when your laundry’s in the wash because you don’t want to get even more of your clothes dirty in the meantime. You fall asleep while watchin’ your favourite films and then get sad that you missed the best parts. You leave scribbled song lyrics all over the house. You always tell me about cute dogs you’ve seen– even if you only remember to tell me when we’re in the middle of havin’ sex.”

“Tha’ was one time!”

“You dirty talk like a damn professional,” Stuart continues. “You make such pretty noises when– well, I don’t want to push the whole, er, no nut thing. But damn, you’re so fuckin’ good in the sack.”

“Ain’t half bad, yourself,” 2D says, giggling a little. There’s still a tear lingering on his lower lashes, and Stuart brushes it away with impossible tenderness.

“You made me fall in love with you,” he repeats softly, voice growing more serious and yet more adoring. “You said yes when I asked you to be my boyfriend, and you said yes when I asked you to be my husband. Most importantly, though– you��re you, 2D. You’re wonderful. You’re beautiful, kind, talented, funny, sweet, so many other things that it would take all my life to list all the reasons why I love you.”

“Oh, St-Stu...”

“That’s what you did to deserve me, bluebird.” He cups his husband’s face. “You exist. Somehow, impossibly, you’re here. You’re here in my arms, in my life. Everythin’ I do for you...it’s to show my thanks for you. My love for you. And 2D, you deserve all of it and more.”

2D’s face is a mess of happy tears. “St-Stu,” he says again, sitting up and perching on his husband’s lap. “You– you shut up, an’ you kiss me. Right fuckin’ now.”

Stuart obeys, drawing him close and brushing a thumb over his love’s trembling lips before meeting them softly with his own.

He doesn’t stop for a long, long, long time.

#drabble #((RATED PG-13 FOR ONCE))

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The Butterfly Effect - Part 6 - The 3 little words

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1505

A/N: This might very well be my favorite chapter so far! :D i ‘d’aaaaw’ed myself.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

It's Friday, the sun is out, I just got off from work and I am so very ready to kick start this weekend, I've been looking forward to it all week.

Natasha and I are going dress hunting for her wedding tomorrow, and she has asked me to be her maid of honor. Dress, shoes, jewelry... we're going all in for the both of us. It's been a long time since we've had a proper shopping spree and to be honest, this is just what I need.

After the shopping both Clint and Bucky are meeting us for dinner and the guys officially meeting for the first time.

It's a bit nerve wrecking, since Clint has become like my big brother, overprotective and a smartass. But I've already warned Bucky and Nat promised to have a talk with Clint, asking him to behave.

Which, now when I think about it, might very well be like putting fuel on the fire...? Damn.

"Oh Y/N? Wait up!" a cheery voice call after me. The hairs on my neck stand up, as I recognize the voice as Clara's, the office gossip and prom queen.

I pretend I didn't hear her and push the elevator button, hoping it will somehow magically be there and take me away. But of cause it's not...

Clara and her entourage catch up. I don't know how or why these 5 people are always together...

I swear, they synchronize their watches and have secret intercoms to communicate when one of them leaves, so the rest can follow.

"Ready for the weekend Y/N? Do you have any big plans?" Clara's eyes shine bright with that evil queen bee look. She's always had it out for me, if only I knew why?

"Yeah... Dress shopping with the bride to be, and then hanging with Bucky I think" I'm not really in the mood for chatting, but I've come to learn that if I ignore her, she just becomes even more stubborn and hard to get rid of.

"Oh, the mystery boyfriend" She says and the girls following her around giggle. What are we? 12?

"You know, Bucky does sound like a made up name" she starts and I can't help but to roll my eyes... yes, definitely 12.

"It's a nickname, Clara... His real name is James" I say dryly.

"Mmmhmm... and this James, do you happen to have a picture of him?" Her voice is challenging.

Does she really believe that I've made up a boyfriend?

It's not like I owe her to prove his existence, but knowing how good-looking Bucky is, I kind of want to shove it in her face.

"Yeah, in my phone... hang on" I dig through my bag, cursing myself for being so messy.

Mascara, lip-gloss, 3 pens, a bag of hard candy... I feel Clara look to her girls, probably rolling her eyes and they snicker again.

"Ah! Here it is!" I say triumphantly, but the joy is short lived "Oh... The battery is empty"

I try several times to turn on the screen, but it does not react and deep down in my mind, I remember that I noticed it to be half empty this morning, making a mental note to charge it during the day.

Yeah... mental notes, not so helpful!! "It's okay Y/N... I'm sure you have a very sweet, sexy and imaginary boyfriend" Clara says as the elevator doors open and lets us out in to the great hall.

I curse my phone for betraying me, I curse myself for being so stupid to forget to charge it and I curse Clara for being such a...

I push myself away from them and walk towards the big glass doors, but even if I do walk fast I hear their heels clicking close behind me.

The joy of finally having finished the workweek is suddenly clouded by the women behind me.

I push the revolving doors making me get in there before them, hopefully giving me time to get away. But just as I step out on the street I hear a familiar and welcoming voice

"Hi Doll! Over here!" I look over and to my joy and happiness I see Bucky, sitting on his parked Bike, one hand casually on the handlebar, his helmet casually hanging on the grip. Making everything even better, I see my helmet on the other side and also Bucky who is now standing up and walking over to me.

My smile might just outshine the sun, because when he comes over to me and wrap his arms around my waist, his blue eyes and cocky smile show amusement, and his words before he press his lips to mine would have made me chuckle if it wasn't for the fact, that the kiss takes my breath away.

"Someone seems happy to see me, Snow White!" I wrap my arms around his neck and let my fingers run though his hair. God I love when he has his hair loose...

"Eh... Y/N?" I hear a surprised Clara behind me, and I can't help but to get that 'I-told-you-so' smirk when I turn around and look at her.

"Clara... This is my boyfriend Bucky. Bucky, this is some of the women from work" I notice that the girls are very quiet and wide eyed. Clara and one of the other girls clearly check him out, like he was a piece of meat. I press myself closer to Bucky's side and he returns the gesture by tightening his arm around my waist.

He smiles to them, a beautiful smile that would make any girl weak in her knees, but one I've come to know isn't quite genuine, since it doesn't reach the ocean blue eyes of his.

"Hi!" He says and nods his head once, as a hello. He doesn't extend his hand or in any other way indicating that he wants to talk further with them. And for that I like him just a little bit more.

"I was thinking I would surprise you and give you a ride home. I've missed you badly, and I got off from work a but earlier than expected..." He says, his focus now completely back on me, his eyes search mine, his lips curl up at the sides, the way that I love so much.

It's not really a smile, it's just his relaxed happy face and it's adorable "...So, what do you say?"

"I say YES! Do you even have to ask?" I beam up at him. And he shakes his head like he can't really believe what he is seeing, looking ever so lovingly down at me.

At the bike he helps me with my helmet and swiftly press yet another kiss to my lips

"Let's get out of here... your friends are staring at me" he watch the group of stunned women from the corner of his eye and when he kick start the bike and steer it out onto the road, I wave at them before I wrap my arms around Bucky's waist to hang on.

The ride home becomes a trip to the park, dinner at a restaurant and a ride along the waterfront.

Bucky finds a quiet spot with a beautiful view over the water. A ship with its sails raised, is slowly making its way towards the horizon as the sun is setting, making everything shine a mix between purple, orange and pink. The last rays of the sun glisten in the water and everything is bathed in the warm glow.

Bucky is sitting sideways on his parked bike, me between his legs with my back up against his chest. His arms are wrapped around my waist, resting on my stomach, our fingers intertwined.

None of us speaks, we just admire the sunset and each other.

Bucky leans his chin on my shoulder and his stubbles scratch my bare skin on my neck. It's a good feeling though, and I sigh content, loving every second of this.

Bucky gently tighten his arms around me and whisper "Look"

In front of us flies a butterfly, blue like a glacier lake. It swivels around in the orange golden light, playing catch with an invisible friend.

I don't know how long we stand here. Probably longer than it feels, since I never want this moment to end, when Bucky suddenly speaks.

His voice is low and husky and even a bit shaky

"Snow White..." He begins and I turn enough to look at him. His large hand seeks my face, and his thumb lightly brushes my cheekbone.

"...God, you are beautiful!" he whispers.

Suddenly I get shy, I don't know what to say, so I just lean in to his touch and look up to him.

I see the golden light shine in his blue orbs, making his normally beautiful eyes seem somewhat magical. I can't help the smile on my lips... He really is magical, isn't he?

His eyes search mine, full of love, full of promise...

"Y/N, I love you!"

Part 7

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