#wrote this at 4:30 in the morning any mistakes just live there now
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Ok, but for your amusement, might I suggest:
Tucker decides Danny needs a break and a shot at a love life. Tucker blackmails Danny into ATTENDING (though he makes the mistake of not specifying for how long) and Danny runs into a bored Wayne kid. Neither want to be there. Both were blackmailed with the kindest intentions. Both decide to team up to make their well-meaning but obnoxious meddlers pay.
I MIGHT HAVE GONE A LITTLE CRAZY WITH A REPLY HOLY FUCK, I'M SO SORRY. WARNINGS FOR THE END: MENTIONS OF GUNS, THREATS OF VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE. Happy ending <3
"Danny, you need a break." Tucker said, and Danny sighed.
"This again? Guys, I'm fine."
"You're not fine, Danny." Sam insisted, standing next to Tucker. She had originally struck up this conversation when they were still in Amity Park. "You're going through a lot right now and you need a distraction that isn't work or ghost related. Gardening didn't work-" Because he froze every plant he touched, "Meditation didn't work-" because when he closed his eyes and tried to relax he would have flashbacks about the countless things he'd seen since the accident. "So the next step is dating."
Danny rolled his eyes. "Hard pass."
"Come on dude, Sam is right. If nothing else you can at least do some people watching and get to know the city better!"
Danny simply continued to scroll on Tiktok, wondering how hard it would be to do one of those dancing videos he saw everywhere. Then again he'd actually need to know how to dance for that to work. He was so busy looking at the video he didn't notice the glance his friends passed between each other before they sighed.
"You've given us no choice, Danny." Sam said, "Tucker."
Tucker held a phone out to Danny to make him see the screen as Danny's face burned red at the picture. It was a picture of him in his Phantom form after a fight with Skulker where a good chunk of his suit had been destroyed, showing off more than Danny was comfortable with.
"DUDE! I told you to delete that!" Danny said, jumping off the couch towards Tucker who was pulled out of the way by Sam who then armed herself with a frying pan. "Delete it, guys!"
"No way! And if you don't at least get out of this house and at least make a friend I'm going to make a Phantom Dating Profile using this picture!"
"You wouldn't dare." Danny glared.
"Try us." Sam said, "We'll even send it through the Ghost Zone now that the Phantom Phones are working we're bound to get some replies from interested ladies."
Danny faultered, then groaned. "Fine."
"Hell yeah, we even made it easy for you." Sam said, handing Danny a piece of laminated plastic. "One ticket to the Wayne Gala this weekend. Tucker got permission for two people to go with him. Which means the three of us are going to a party!"
"A party. A Wayne run party? You guys are just begging for trouble." Danny sighed, "Besides, I don't own a tux, remember?"
"Leave that to me."
Two days later the party arrived and the three of them walked up the drive towards the building where the event was being held.
Sam was wearing a beautiful A-Line dress that was jet black in color with a rose shaped black bracelet that was wrapped around her wrist over the back of her hand and connected to her middle finger.
Tucker was wearing a black suit with a white button up shirt with slight rose shaped patterns on it, a black tie and a thin gold chain connected to his left vest pocket. he looked very sofisticated.
Danny felt like a fool though. Silently wishing he had never let Sam pick out his clothes. He was wearing a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing the black compression sleeve on his left hand, a gray vest, black suit pants, black shoes and a black tie. He was wearing a silver watch on his right hand which served as a ghost portal maker in emergencies.
He also knew that the 'pocket watch' in Tucker's Pocket was the same kind of device, and the rose Sam was wearing would release harmless smoke out of it if they needed a distraction.
Danny still felt like this was a bad idea. No, actually, this was a terrible idea. Not only because he looked out of place compared to his friends but compared to the rest of the party he hardly seemed like he fit in. He was going to draw so much attention to himself.
They walked to the front doors, showing their invitations and id's to the guards before walking inside. It wasn't as loud as some other parties they'd seen since coming to Gotham but it also was more crowded. There were people everywhere in expensive outfits, talking about... something that sounded like rich person gossip, it was boring.
"Have fun you two, don't make fools out of yourselves." Sam said, waving as she walked over to mingle with a young woman with blonde hair and another girl with short black hair, both seemed to recognize her.
"Oh, hey those guys are from my team, I'll catch you later, Danny. I wanna talk shop." Tucker said, rushing off just as quickly as Sam did as Danny sighed.
'I wanna go home.' He thought as he began to wade through the sea of people, trying to find his way to a wall where he could make himself look as small as possible. Not that it would be hard, his body was so busy developing new powers all the time it had decided that he didn't need to grow anymore after he turned 16 and stuck him at a solid 5'6".
He finally found his way to a corner, letting out a sigh as he sat down on a chair and looked out at the party happening all around him. He started to subconsciously count the people in the room, even going so far as to closed his eyes and sensed the very souls in the room. 56 people in his room, 17 in the room Sam was in, 10 upstairs. Danny then opened his eyes and got a sense for the room in another way. 45 windows lined the entire South side of the building if he was going his math right, with two sets of double doors near the front of the building. The building was mostly open floorplan which helped keep an eye on everybody but in an emergency it would be a stampede.
A man walked over, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall with a growl. He was wearing clothes similar to Danny's but with a red shirt, but what caught Danny's attention was how he felt. He was luminal but not like Sam who felt like a walk through the garden or Tucker who felt like gritty sand, no the feeling that came from this man was like fire. A burning pain that also felt like grease stuck to the back of Danny's throat.
He was luminal but the ectoplasm that made him luminal was so fucking tainted that it made Danny want to gag.
Seeming to notice Danny's glance the man looked back at him.
"What?" He growled.
"Nothing, just thought your hair was cool." Danny said, noting the white streak at the front of his bangs.
The man blinked, touching his hair. He was about Danny's age if he had to guess, maybe a bit older.
"Thanks. It's a birthmark." He grumbled, but Danny could tell that it was probably a sore subject. If death turned his hair white he could only assume it did the same to this guy too. "What's your name kid? Never seen you at one of these boring as parties."
"Danny. Danny Fenton. And I'm not a kid, I'm 19."
"Same age as me, neat. The name's Jason." Jason introduced, himself. "You work at Wayne Enterprises?"
"Kinda, I'm just the janitor, my friend was the one who was invited. I'm just one of his plus ones."
"Yikes, what'd you do to deserve a punishment like that?" Jason asked as Danny laughed.
"My friends decided that going to work then living as some kind of godless cryptid that sleeps the rest of the day 'isn't healthy' so they dragged me out here in hopes that I'll make friends. Though they may have heavily implied that they expected me to either find a date or hook up with somebody while I was here. When I said no, they blackmailed me here. I'm just hoping that if I stay small and don't complain then they'll just let me exist without getting in my face for a while. What about you, what are you in for?"
Jason hummed and nodded, "Similar story. My dad and siblings are all here and said that if I didn't at least make an appearance this time that they would hide some of my books. Among other things. Plus my older brother used the whole 'you never spend time with us' whimper while my two sisters gave me puppy dog eyes."
Danny and Jason sighed before Danny looked at him. "Wanna hang out so they think we're playing nice and leave us alone?"
"Sure." Jason chuckled, "So which ones are your friends?"
"That one there." Danny said pointing to Tucker, "Tucker Foley, he works as a Programmer at WE. Then over there is Sam Mason, she works as a Gardener."
Jason's eyes widened, "Doesn't your friend Sam work at the Wayne Manor?"
"Yeah? How do you know that?"
"My dad is Bruce Wayne." He said, his eyes going to Tucker before they landed back on Danny and he laughed. "Wait. You're that Janitor?"
Danny swallowed a lump in his throat. "I don't understand?"
"My dad came home one day and said that somebody told him that there was information happening at Wayne Enterprises that was above his paygrade an we've been teasing him about it for weeks. Now every time he asks anything we reply with 'that's above your paygrade, Bruce'."
Danny groaned, his cheeks burning red. "Oh my god, I can't believe this. I didn't even mean to say that, I just panicked when he suddenly showed up in storage for no reason and caught me... uh... testing stuff."
"Testing stuff?" Jason asked as Danny nodded.
"Y-yeah. See, I work as a janitor because I didn't graduate high school and unlike Tucker I can't just breeze through school and show off my hacking skills to get a job. So I've been using some of the tech that gets thrown away to make something that would help me temporarily lift some of the fragile heavy objects around the building and place them harmlessly down so I can clean under them. But then Bruce caught me, I panicked and that was my reply." Danny was quick to explain, which wasn't a lie he was working on something like that but it was for the Ghost Zone to help him move some heavy things around his Lair and hold down things that often floated off for no damn reason.
"You know, that does explain a couple of things. I can't imagine your boss seeing you mess with tech would be a fun thing to explain. But... if you're so smart why didn't you graduate?"
Danny shook his head, "I'm not smart, I mean not like Tucker or Sam or my family. My sister is in Metropolis studying Psychology and is already a good way through her degree because she graduated a year early. Tucker and Sam graduated and are both working on getting degrees in something but nah, school just wasn't something I could do. Sitting behind a desk learning from a book isn't my thing. I'm better at using my hands, figuring stuff out on the fly, and trial and error shit."
Jason thought about this for a moment before he smiled. "I don't blame you, school is bullshit. Just like stupid galas."
"Mhm..."
Jason suddenly smiled, "Dude, I have the best idea to get back at all of them."
Danny smiled back, "Oh, you have all of my attention."
That one choice was how Danny ended up leaning against a wall closer to the crowd while Jason loomed with one hand near his head, talking to him about absolutely nothing important just to play the position while Danny occasionally chuckled. To anybody outside of the conversation it was supposed to look like they were flirting, which in a way they were but they also weren't.
"Do you like raisins? How about a date?"
Danny chuckled, at the horrible pickup line. "Excuse me, sir, do you have the time? I would like to know the exact time when I got a crush on you."
Jason snorted, "Are you a magnet? Because you sure are attracting to me."
Noticing Tucker and Sam looking his way Danny reached up and gently touched Jason's black tie to sell it more, but he was careful not to touch Jason otherwise. "Let's flip a coin." He told the taller man, "Heads I'm yours, tails you're mine."
Jason's cheek got ever so slightly red as he cleared his throat. "Are you a parking ticket, because you've got fine written all over you." He said as Danny chuckled again, watching Sam and Tucker quickly walk away to give Danny privacy.
"If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber."
Jason relaxed again at the cheesy flirt as Danny touched the silk tie in his hands. Not because he was actively trying to flirt with Jason but because it felt really nice and expensive. Jason snapped him out of his thoughts with another flirt. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or shall I walk by again?"
Before Danny could think of another flirt another man walked over, this one about 24 or so in age. He had wavy black hair and blue eyes with tan skin.
"Little Wing! Who's your friend?"
"Ugh." Jason groaned, moving slightly as Danny let go of his tie. "Take a hint, Dickie-Bird." He groaned.
The new person simply ignored Jason though and held out his hand.
"Hi! I'm Dick, Jason's older brother."
Danny shook his hand, "Danny. Danny Fenton, it's nice to meet you."
"You too, Danny! You look a little young to be working at WE, are you here with somebody?"
"A bit of both, I'm a janitor at WE but I'm here with my friend Tucker."
"Really? That's awesome! How old are you, Danny?"
"I'm 19."
This seemed to relieve Dick in a way that confirmed any suspicion that Danny had about him checking to make sure Jason wasn't doing anything illegal though he found himself ever so slightly annoyed. Did he look that young? No, people were just blind.
"Neat! Well, I just wanted to make sure Little Wing here didn't ditch the party, so I'll let you guys go back to what you were doing. Have fun~" He said, then walked away as Danny chuckled and looked at Jason.
"'Little Wing'?"
"Dick gives everybody nicknames, it's stupid. Now, where were we?" He asked, suddenly slamming his hand back by Danny's head as his cheeks grew warm. "Oh, that's right, I was going to out cheese you with these stupid fuckin' flirts."
Danny snorted, "Do you play soccer? Because you look like a keeper."
"I'm studying to be a historian. I'm really interested in finding a date."
This continued for a long time until they ran out of flirts and by that point Bruce Wayne was about to do a speech. At least that was the plan until suddenly the doors slammed open as party was crashed by a large group of people all wearing matching masks. Masks that looked like Ghostface from Scream.
There were at least twenty of them, all heavily armed with guns that they fired into the air. Jason cursed and Danny quickly grabbed him by the arm.
"Don't." He said, looking for Sam and Tucker who were trapped on the other side of the room. They were separated, they were in a large room but with so many people they might have been trapped in a hallway. "Where's your family?"
Jason looked around, "I see my dad and youngest brother. My two sisters are with your friend Sam. I don't see the other three though."
Danny shook off the question of 'just many of you are there' and instead nodded. "Okay, my friends are together too. So we should stick together, everybody else is in groups. Rushing anywhere now might start a stampede."
Jason frowned then glared at the criminals who were pointing their guns at everybody.
"Okay~ I think it's time we get this party started. Now, let's make this easy. If you don't actively work at Wayne Enterprises or aren't related to Wayne Family via blood or adoption get on your stomachs on the ground, the rest of you stay on your feet."
"They're looking for somebody..." Jason mumbled as Danny nodded.
The majority of the crowd laid down while only about a third of the crowd remained standing allowing them to see each individual person.
"Very good!" The criminal in charge praised and looked around. "Now, anybody who makes the wrong move will get one of the people laying on the ground killed. I know a lot of you are stupid enough to try to play heroes so instead of you getting shot we'll shoot whoever is closest to us."
"Shit." Danny and Jason both said together before passing a glance at one another.
The one in charge looked around again until he looked at Danny and pointed at him. "You. Step up."
"No way." Jason said as the man pointed a gun at a young woman who sobbed in fear.
"No no, it's okay. I'm coming." Danny said, patting Jason's arm as he walked carefully through the crowd towards the gunmen.
"Nice to see you again, brat." Hissed the man as Danny raised a brow. Before he could question it though the man pointed to Bruce Wayne. "You. Step up."
"Father." The young kid standing next to Bruce Wayne said going to argue but Bruce just told him to stay put then walked towards them. Bruce kept his hands up, looking at Danny with a clear look of recognition.
"Why don't you let the kids go, there's not a lot of them but those who are here don't need to be involved in whatever demands you have." Bruce said.
"Hah, no way, Bruice-Boy." Hissed the man as two of his men grabbed Bruce by his wrists, yanking his arms behind his back and knocking him back down to his knees. "We came here today for you, but damn we're lucky that this one is here. See, if it weren't for the kid here-" The man grabbed Danny by the front of his suit, shoving the barrel against his chin. "We wouldn't need to do this. This is what happens when you meddle, brat."
Danny's heart sank before he glared. "It's you. You're that bastard who boke in a few weeks ago!"
"Yeah! And if you had just minded your damn business this wouldn't be happening now. If you had just let us do what we were going to do then it wouldn't be a problem."
"You were trying to burn down part of the building with people still inside, I wasn't going to let you."
"And how is that turning out for you now, brat? Hm?" He moved the gun from Danny's chin as shoved Danny back into the arms of two more men who grabbed Danny's arms and shoved them behind his back but let him stay on his feet. "Now, Mr. Wayne, let me explain. See, you and your company were trying to find a cure for something found in the water supply that was making some kids sick, but see were were making a lot of money selling the cure at the highest price. We were going to destroy your progress but unfortunately we were stopped by another kid who thought he was a hero. So, this is what we're going to do. You're good at fundraising so you're going to help us fundraise ransoms for each and every one of these people from their own pockets. The more a person pays the more limbs they get to keep. We'll start at 20,000 per limb." He pointed his gun at Jason. "We'll start with the young man closest to doing something stupid."
Danny growled, glancing at Sam and Tucker. Their eyes met and Danny flashed them green. Sam nodded then with a swift motion told her friends something before smashing her bracelet on the ground.
In an instant their area filled with smoke that rushed out covering the men with smoke and protecting the majority of the crowd laying on the ground in a layer of smoke while only those standing could be seen. Danny reacted as well, knowing that more people would be able to see him . Dropping his full weight down he yanked the two men holding him together as they smashed their heads together and let him go. Danny then elbowed the one to his right in the crotch before standing up, grabbing the barrel of his gun and yanking it upwards, squeezing the metal so the gun would be unusable before he pulled it from the mans hand. Flipping on the safety of the gun he spun it and smacked the man in the temple with the butt.
Danny spun the gun, moving it to his left hand before disarming the man of his gun and kicking it into the smoke in the direction of the stairs in hopes of keeping it away from people. Snapping out of their dazes Bruce and Jason also seemed to react as Bruce slammed his head back, breaking the nose of one of the men before elbowing one in the center of the chest knocking the breath out of him while Jason grabbed the barrel of the gun the main guy was using and shoved it up, causing the gun to go up and break some of the ceiling plaster but preventing people from getting hit. Deciding to leave those men to those two Danny go to work again, but this time in a slightly different way.
He hated fighting humans.
They were too fleshy and not durable like ghosts so he chose not to fight and the smoke provided the perfect cover as he froze the feet of the enemies who were still posing threats while mysterious snake like shapes wriggled under the smoke and yanked the men under to where they would later be found wrapped up in plants or ice. One by one the men were taken down until there was a pained cry that made Danny turn when he heard Bruce shout.
"Jason!"
Danny turned, seeing Jason rubbing at his face. There as a cut above his brows from a knife. He had managed to get the gun from the man but he had pulled out a knife.
Protect.
Danny snarled, taking a step forward as the man went to stab Jason. Danny and Bruce moved at the same time with Bruce covering his son. But Danny made it to them before the man could make contact and he got in the way of the attack. Danny held the wrists of the man as he barred his teeth.
Danny shoved the mans hands upwards, knocking him back slightly before he spun and did a roundhouse kick. An attack that he might have put just a bit too much power into as the man was thrown a good ten feet backwards towards the stairs and the doors that he had broken down. Danny could hear the man wheezing and coughing, seeing him flailing desperately under the smoke but not getting up.
No sooner did Danny relax and turn back to the Bruce and Jason then did Batman (who seemed shorter today for some reason), Red Robin and Signal showed up with the police and a verity of confused looks.
"You sure you're okay?" Danny asked Jason who nodded, his forehead bandaged.
"Just a scratch, headwounds bleed a lot. I'm more confused what the hell just happened. Normally the bats react more quickly than that when they send in a smoke screen."
Danny chuckled, "You have a lot of experiences with the bats?"
"I'm a Wayne, it comes with the territory. Are your friends okay?" He asked as Danny looked towards Sam and Tucker who were mostly just waiting for Danny to finish but Tucker was also hacking on his phone to erase whatever data he could from the security cameras as he possibly could.
"They're fine. I'm going to get an earful for being reckless though."
"I don't think you were reckless. But... how did you learn to fight like that?"
"Uh... long story. Where we come from though the saying 'fight or die' was serious and there were daily reminders of it. But again... long story."
Jason nodded, looking drained. "Well... I know that this whole thing was just a way to get our groups off of our backs but how would you like to get dinner together some day? Just as friends, I mean I'm not against maybe trying some day but right now I kinda wanna get to know you. Besides, I'd like to thank you for protecting me and my dad."
Danny thought for a moment before he smiled. "Sure." He reached into his pocket and handed Jason his phone. Jason typed in his number then handed the phone back. "Get home safe, Jason."
"You too, Danny."
Danny started walking away when Bruce suddenly called out.
"Danny." Danny stopped and turned towards his boss, shrinking down slightly before Bruce smiled and put his hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"All good."
"Are you sure? You did really well out there but if you're hurt you should get looked out."
"I'm not hurt, Mr. Wayne, I promise. Just really tired."
"Alright, if you're sure." Bruce moved his hand and smiled, "Thanks for saving us, Danny."
"Any time, Mr. Wayne, but let's not make a habit out of it, okay? I moved to Gotham to get away from craziness like that." He said, waving his hand as he walked to his friends as he wrapped his arms over both of their shoulders and they made their way home.
"So, you guys have fun?" Sam asked as Danny looked at her.
"You know what... kinda, yeah. At least until the end."
"Did you get his number?" Wondered Tucker.
"Of course I did."
#dpxdc#dpxdc crossover#Friends let friends use stupid pick-up lines as conversation starters#Petition to call JasonxDanny “ALIVE BUT DEAD INSIDE” /j - unless#I honestly don't write a lot of shippy things with Danny#I actually think this might be the first#so it might be awkward#I'm also shit at fluff#SO I HAVE TO ADD ANGST#anyways#i loved this it was so fun#wrote this at 4:30 in the morning any mistakes just live there now
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MATERNITY
THE NANNY: ONE SHOT
MATERNITY
Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)
Summary: Having a baby and take care of a house is never easy.
Warnings: none I think, just being a momma is hard. If you are dealing with something similar I want you to know you are doing amazing!
A/N: English is not my first language and I was tired when I wrote this, so I’m sorry for any mistake this may have. Enjoy!
Word count: 2232
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Everyone said having a baby was one of the greatest things ones would experience. It was 3:45 when the crying of Lily woke Annie up. Annie got up, walked to her nursery, and took Lily back with her. As Annie sat down, Andy stirred awake.
“What is it?” Andy asked in a groggy voice.
“She is just hungry.” Annie yawned as she lifted her top and placed Lily near her nipple. Andy groaned, turned to his side and went back to sleep. Meanwhile Lily was eating and Annie was drifting off, her eyes were heavy with sleep, she put her back against the headboard and waited until Lily finished. Once lily was done she burped her and took her back to her crib. And this had been her routine lately.
Andy had noticed how tired her wife was, how she cried whenever she thought no one was watching her.
“Honey?” Andy approached her one evening, “You know you can tell me anything, right? We’ve talked about this before I hate it when you hide things from me.”
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me, ok?” She gave him a kiss on the lips, “I’m just tired.” She smiled but that smile didn’t reach her eyes.
Any took her hand and squeezed it, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She walked passed by Andy and took the hamper of dirty clothes.
“Honey, is 9 p.m.”
“I know, I know, but I didn’t have time to wash these today, so…I won’t be long.” And she left.
It was a Saturday, Lily had woken up 3 times. First because she was hungry, the second because she was wet and the third apparently just because she was ready for the day to begin at 5 a.m. Annie was sitting on one of the stools by the counter when a very cheerful Andy walked in.
“Good morning!” Making Annie jumped, “Sorry I scared you.”
“S’fine.” She yawned and drank from the glass of juice she had.
“How you slept?” he got closer and kissed the back of her head.
“I didn’t, but hey she is sleeping now.” She looked at her phone, it was close to 8:30 “I need to wake her up in a couples of minutes.”
“Maybe you should let her rest.”
“Nu-uh, if she sleeps during the day she won’t sleep during the night.”
“SO, I was thinking last night, and I think it would be good for you if we have a night off. I texted Sharon and told her the 4 of us should go out for dinner tonight. I just need to get a babysitter but I don’t think that would be a problem.”
“Are you insane?”
“Hey!”
“I can’t go out Andy! The house is dirty!” She stood up, “I have so many things to do to go out for dinner.”
“Honey…”
“You better cancel because I am not in the mood to see anybody!”
The day went by and after lunch Andy went to his office to read some files to get ahead on a case he needed to see on Monday, while Annie was cleaning the kitchen. The whole house was a mess lately, no matter how much she cleaned, the house never seemed to stay clean for more than a couple of hours. Her body ached and she felt exhausted. It was nearly 4 p.m. when she put the last dish away, she was ready to sit down for a while to wait for the cycle of laundry to be over. She walked to the living room only to find out Jake had scattered his toy box all over the floor with him in the middle.
“No!” Jake jumped when she heard her scream.
“Hi, mum!”
“No! What is wrong with you?! I just cleaned!!!”
“But I wanna play!”
“I don’t care! I just cleaned! And you…argh!!!!!!”
She felt so frustrated, sat down on the couch and looked at the mess Jake did.
“I just cleaned…” She whispered and then she cried.
“Mum?” Annie was sobbing, big tears running down her face, “I sorry! Dad!!!!”
Jake stood up and ran to his dad’s office.
“Dad!” Jake opened the door.
“What’s wrong, buddy?”
“I made mum cry!”
“What?”
Andy got out of this office and found Annie fully crying, her face was red at this point.
“What did you do?” Andy asked Jake.
“I was playing.”
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“I just cleaned,” she took a deep breath, “and then this!” Annie pointed to the toys on the floor. “I’ve just cleaned the living room! And Jake did this! And I just,” she cleaned her nose with the back of her hand, “I can’t do this.”
“Ok, ok, take a deep breath.”
“No! I cleaned here and Jake in less than a fucking minute put the place upside down again!”
Once Andy heard her cursing she knew she was pissed. She never cursed in front of Jake.
“Ok, honey. I’m sure Jake didn’t mean to make you upset. Right, buddy?”
“Yes, I sorry, mum! I clean now!” The small boy took the box and began to gather all his toys and put them away.
“No! Leave it! You are grounded!!”
“What?” Jake asked.
“Honey.”
“Go to your room! Now!”
Jake dropped what he had on his hands and ran to his room.
“FUCK!!!!!!!” Andy tried to touch her but she pushed him away. “I just cleaned.” She said one more time. Softer this time.
“I know. Take a deep breath.” Annie followed his breathing when all of the sudden the cries of Lily filled their ears.
“No, please, no more cries.” Annie was so frustrated.
“I got her.” Andy walked to the kitchen where the cries came from, “Come here princess.” He took her out of the baby carrier and began bouncing her as he walked back to the living room. It took only minutes for Lily to stop crying.
“She hates me.” Annie said.
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“She does! She just stops crying whenever you hold her! I feed her! My nipples are sore from feeding her! And she cries and cries! And I can’t make her stop!”
“You are just tired, honey.”
Andy saw her wife blink her tiredness away. The bags under her eyes were deep and dark. Her eyes were still red from crying. Her hair was all over the place and her t-shirt had milk stains on it.
“How about if you go to sleep? I can clean and take care of the kids.”
“No, I…” She stood up and began picking up Jake’s toys, “Can do it.” She threw some of them into the box, “I need to finish, so I can go to the supermarket and buy everything for tonight’s dinner.”
“Honey, no one is coming. The plan was to go out for you not to do anything. And you said you didn’t want to see anyone. I cancel.”
“Very well,” She took a deep breath and clean her tears. “I still have to take out the laundry.” She yawned and rubbed her eyes.
“No.”
“’m sorry, what?”
“I said no. Go to our room. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“But…” Andy clenched his jaw and stared at her. Annie put the toys in the box and walked away.
Meanwhile Andy was still holding Lily how was wide awake.
“Your mommy is exhausted. You are giving her a hard time little lady.” Lily just coo.
5 minutes later Andy walked in with Lily in her arms. Annie was sitting on the bed looking out the window. When Andy got closer she saw Annie was sleeping while sited.
“Honey?”
“I’m awake!” she turned to see him, “Is she hungry?” she lifted her arms to take Lily in her arms.
“Amm no, but how about a shower?”
“Yeah, I can bathe her.”
“Not for Lily. For you.” Annie just looked at him still waiting for him to pass the baby to her, “Tell you what, you can have Lily while I’ll prepare you the bathroom, that ok?” She nodded, “Good! Be right back.” She handed Lily to her mom and off he went.
When Andy came back Annie was humming a lullaby and Lily was holding her finger with her chubby hand, a toothless smile across her face.
“You are so cute.” Andy heard her whispered to their child.
“That’s because her momma is cute too.” She turned and smiled tiring to him. “Come on, time for a shower.”
Annie put Lily on the basinet, walked to the bathroom and stripped. When her body touched the warm water she sighed.
Meanwhile Andy checked on Lily who was very busy sucking on her whole hand. He walked out of the room and towards Jake’s.
“Buddy?” Jake was on his bed looking at the ceiling.
“I still grounded?”
“Ammm. Well since your mom grounded you she is the one to decide.” Andy sat near his feet.
“I only wanna play.”
“I know, but you mom made a great effort to clean the house and well you know… It’s just been hard for her now with Lily here. So I need you to go downstairs, pick all of your toys and made a bag, you staying with Luis tonight.”
Jake nodded and ran to follow Andy’s instructions. Andy came back to their room, and took Lily with him.
“Mommy need some time alone, so you are coming with me.”
When Annie finished her shower, she felt a lot more relaxed. She walked to the closet and grabbed some clean clothes. She was about to sit on the bed when she notice Lily was no longer in the basinet. She rapidly walked to the entrance of the room.
“Andy! Do you have Lily?”
“YES! SHE IS WITH ME!” Andy shouted from the kitchen.
Annie took her time to dress, brush her hair and moisturized her body. The TV was on giving her some company with the sound of a show she didn’t know.
Andy was folding the laundry when he notice the time, it was nearly an hour after he heard the water of the shower stopped.
“Let’s check on your mom.” Andy took Lily with him and once he got to the door he opened it slowly. Annie was sleeping peacefully on her side, holding one of the pillows and with the throw blanket covering her legs. Andy smiled and closed the door.
Annie woke up by the sound of the doorbell, the room was completely dark.
“Oh, god” She turned to see the clock on Andy’s side. “7:30, Fuck! Have to make dinner!” She jumped out of the bed and ran downstairs to find Andy putting food on the table.
“Honey! I was about to go and wake you up.” Andy got closer and kiss her forehead, “I didn’t know what you wanted to eat, so I bought, pizza, Chinese, sushi and Italian. I thought it was better to have options.” Annie didn’t say a word, “You ok?”
“I...” She scanned the kitchen, “Where’s Lily?”
“Sleeping in her baby carrier on her play mat in the living room, turns out Bluey is better than me.” He laughed.
“Where is Jake?”
“He’s staying with Luis tonight. He is very sorry by the way, and before he left he picked up his toys.”
“Ok…I…the laundry I need to take out the laundry and…”
“It’s done and I folded it. Although I put the clothes in the living room because I didn’t want to wake you. But I promise I’ll put everything in the right place after we finish our dinner.” Annie’s eyes began to water and Andy hugged her. “Shhhhh, I’m right here.” He rubbed his hand on her back, “Did you rest.” She nodded against his chest, “Are you hungry?”
“Very.” She muffled against him.
“Alright,” Andy smiled to her and reached for her chair, “My lady.” Annie sat down. “What are you craving tonight?”
“I’ll have a slice of pizza and ammm chow main, please?
“Excellent choice! For drinks we have apple and orange juice, tap water, coke or if you’re feeling a little rebel, wine.”
“Water with ice is fine.”
“Coming right up!”
For the rest of the night Andy didn’t let her lift a finger. He washed and put the dished away, he put all the remained food in containers in the fridge and cleaned the kitchen.
By the time he made it to the room Annie was drifting off. When Andy sat Annie opened her eyes.
“Sorry.”
“It’s ok, no need to apologize.” He lean towards her and kissed her, “I love you, and I want you to know you are not alone in this.”
“It’s just too much some times.”
“Yes, but you don’t have to deal with everything at once.”
“I feel like such a failure.” She sniffed.
“Honey, you are not a failure. You are amazing! Everything you do. You are a great mom and an amazing wife. Don’t you ever forget that,” He kissed her again, “I’m here for you; for everything you need.”
“Thank you.”
“Wanna watch a movie?”
“I don’t think I can’t make it to the end.”
“That’s ok. I only wanna spend time with you. Come here.” He laid down and opened his arms and Annie snuggled against his chest. Andy sighed when the cries of Lily reached their ears.
“I got her.” Andy said, leaving Annie who fell asleep right after that.
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AD Infinitum | B.B x f!Reader
Summary: It’s never been easy to watch him leave. It’s even harder to have him return to you cover in bruises and cuts. Nevertheless, you’re just glad to have him back in one piece. A snapshot into an intimate moment you share with your super soldier boyfriend.
⚠️Warning: smut with feelings, slight angst, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, uses of pet names (sweetheart, doll, sweet girl)
Word count: 2.6 K
A/N: Re-uploading this because there were tons of mistake the first time around. I also fixed some word choices to. This is probably one of the first smut I wrote when I first started writing. Re-reading now, I realize I wrote smut prettier then than now ahha! No beta. I went over this a couple of more time again. If I missed anything, those mistakes are mine. If you enjoyed this, reblog and comments are greatly appreciated.
You know being with him has a price.
He told you from the very beginning of this relationship that there will be days that are more difficult than the others, and you insisted that you’ll be alright with it.
Now sitting in the living room of your shared apartment, anxiety gnaws at your very bone as you wait for Bucky to return from his mission. Despite being together for more than 3 years, it still doesn’t get any easier seeing him return to you covered in bruises and cuts. If anything, it makes goodbye even more difficult.
You get it. It’s his job. He keeps reassuring you that he’s practically indestructible, but that doesn’t mean that your heart doesn’t break every time you see chunks of bruises mar his skin.
It’s already 4:30 in the morning and you’re still sitting here in the living room, waiting for him as you’ve always done so since you moved in together.
You could have slept, but you’re too anxious.
The door knob rattles slightly as you hear the key jiggles. You hold your breath as you get up and try to help him out. Then your heart skips a beat with the door slowly open, revealing a more rough-up, tired version of your sweet man.
Bucky doesn’t necessarily look beaten up too badly, but there are definitely bruises and cuts near his lips and cheeks. Still, there’s nothing too bad that requires your attention.
He looks dirtier though. His dark, chestnut hair looks greasier. His usual scruff now darkens, more filled in, and untrimmed.
His glacial eyes melt the moment his gaze meets yours. His stoic expression slowly cracks into a smile as he sees that you are waiting for him. Bucky drops his duffle bag and rushes toward you and scoops you into his arms. He smells of sweat, dirt, dried blood, and gunpowder. It doesn’t matter though because you’re going to take care of him later. For now, you just want to feel him.
Bucky sighs in content as he inhales the sweet smell of lavender that reminds him that he’s home. You choke out a happy sob as you bury your face in his shoulder. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, clinging on to him, afraid that he’s going to vanish. A soft chuckle escapes from his lips as he feels you kissing his neck. You have always told him how much you love kissing him there.
He hums softly when your lips find him. Your tongue slides into his mouth slowly, savoring his familiar taste of sweet mint. How long has it been since you last kissed him Like this? Has it been 2 months already?
His scruff scratches your skin, making your lips tingle slightly, while his gloved fingers skim over your bare thigh. Time seems to stop as your lips move slowly against him. There’s no urgency in his kiss because Bucky loves to savor this moment for as long as he can. There’s nothing he loves more than to feel loved by his favorite girl.
“I miss you, doll,” he says breathlessly when he finally tears his lips away from you. A crooked smile curves at the corner of his lips. He never fails to take your breath away by merely smiling at you. There’s something about the way his cerulean eyes seem to drown all of your sadness away.
After the blip, adjusting to the modern world has been hard for Bucky. Finding a place to call home is even harder when you don’t have anyone to go home to. After meeting you though, his life feels a bit easier, more at ease. You have shown him what unconditional love feels like, and that is not to say it lightly. You have seen him at his worst, and yet you continue to shower him with everything that you have despite your rough days too. He’s more than thankful for you, and he thanks God every night for sending you his way.
You couldn’t help but smile in return. This soft moment only reserves for you, and you are grateful that you’re the only one to see it.
“I came to you as soon as we got back. Sam may call you later,” he laughs as he settles you down on the couch. “He’s not too happy that I ditched him so suddenly.”
You laugh. “Well, I’m sure he understands.”
You watch him peel off his gear. Your breath hitches in your throat as patches of bluish-purple bruises painted his torso and back.
“Babe, what happened?”
Bucky hasn’t really paid attention to the bruises much till now. They don’t hurt anymore so he sort of forgot about it.
“Just a scratch doll. No big deal,” he tries to play it off coolly, knowing how little things like this keep you up at night.
“Bucky…”
“Sweetheart,” he counters as he’s deliberately bending down to remove his pants. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of his bare ass. It’s always unfair how much of an effect he has on you. Bucky doesn’t try to hide the smile as he feels you eyeing him hungrily.
“I’ll go turn on the shower,” you clear your throat before you quickly go into the bathroom, trying to escape the little trap he sets up for you.
You turn on the shower till the steam begins fogging up the mirror. Bucky adores the scalding hot water. You figure it was because of those years he spent in cryosleep, he needs something to not remind him of the cold, desolate part of his life.
Bucky quietly goes into the shower while you gather up his dirty clothes and place them in the hamper. Then you go into the bedroom and pick out his sweatpants and t-shirt from the dresser, laying them out on the mattress for him.
Your bedroom door creaks open as Bucky quietly crosses over the threshold. His hair is still wet, clinging to his damp body. The towel hangs low on his hips just below Adonis’s belt. Beads of water roll down his taut stomach as he silently dries off his hair with another towel in hand. You usher him to sit down on the bed and offer to help. He refuses at first, but you win in the end.
You feel his flesh fingers trace your bare thigh up and down lazily. He hums softly the way your skin feels against his rough fingers. The gesture makes you ache for him.
“Soft,” he murmurs, drawing goosebumps on your skin. You breathe heavily at the way he touches you. His fingers slide upward till he’s only a few inches away from your now aching center. You try very hard to concentrate on your task, but Bucky obviously has another plan for you.
“Miss you,” he says again and he pulls your pajama top off of you to place soft kisses on your soft stomach. He hums softly at the way your softness feels against his lips. You can only reply with another shaky breath as he pulls your pajama shorts down to your ankle. You hold your breath as you watch him kiss his way from your stomach down to your hip bone. Your body shudders slightly at the way he occasionally licks you here and there as if he has been waiting for so long to do this to you. You shudder in his arms when you feel his tongue swipes so dangerously close to your aching center, wishing that he would stop teasing you.
“What’s the matter, doll?” he drawls as he traces fingers over your slit. You whimper softly as you find yourself clutching his shoulder for support. Bucky smirks as he continues to lazily slide his fingers back and forth over your opening, coating his digits with your slick.
“Nothing,” is all you manage to say. Bucky smiles, clearly enjoying your reaction to his touch
“I barely do anything to you.”
You let out a soft sob when he dips his fingers inside you, slowly pumping them in and out of you. You can hear him hiss softly and commenting about how tight you feel against his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby. Is this what you want?”
You nod your head quickly but he cups your face with his vibranium hand and makes you look at him in the eyes.
“Sweetheart, what did I say about this? You have to answer me in words when I ask you a question.”
You whimper and manage to utter the word ‘yes’ out loud.
“That’s better. I know you’re such a sweet girl for me,” he coos softly.
His mouth moves to your breast, his tongue flickers over your taut nipple while his thumb presses against your small bundle of nerves and circles it. Jolts of pleasure coursing through you.
“Bucky,” you moan softly as you claw at his skin, eliciting a low moan from him.
He looks up with a smirk on his face as he continues with his pace. He watches you with satisfaction whenever your face scrunches up when he hits that one spongy spot. Taking a hint, he continues to pump his fingers until he can feel your wall clenches up against his digits.
“Oh fuck, please don’t stop,” you whimper softly as Bucky continues with his relentless pace.
It’s not long when your release comes crashing down on you, making your body spasms and convulses around him. Bucky smirks as he removes his fingers from you
You moan at that and he smirks.
“I love the way you feel,” he mumbles as he pulls you down and rolls you onto your back, his mouth crashes into yours, drinking away your moan. He flushes against you as he yanks the towel around his waist and throws it onto the floor. You can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your aching center. He’s already hard and heavy. He’s more than ready for your welcoming heat.
His first instinct is to plunge deeply as he can into warm, tight, pussy and remain inside just to simply feel your wall clenched tightly against him. Call him crazy, but he doesn’t mind at all spending his entire morning just being surrounded by your warmness.
But another part of him also want to take you roughly because there’s nothing he loves more that watch you scream his name with he’s deep inside you.
You watch him with hooded eyes as he lazily grinds himself against your slit. Biting your lips, you lower your hand and wrap your fingers around him.
He’s hard and heavy in your palm, hard and soft at the same time. The skin is soft, almost velvety-like, encasing the stiff, core-like iron. He moans deep in his chest, the vibration reverberating in his chest as you stroke him oh so torturously slow. Your touch is gentle, yet you manage to drive him mad.
He lets out a low, deep sound as if he’s in pain, but it’s far from it. Feeling bolder, you gently squeeze him. You can tell that Bucky loves it by the way he exhales sharply through his nose, and the way he bites his lips, trying to stifle that delicious moan that threatens to escape from those lushes lips.
“Don’t stop,” he manages to murmur. You squeeze him tighter in your fingers and pull at him a little. A few drops of wetness leak from the slit of the pink bulbous head. He slowly moves his hips forward, grinding himself against your palm. His eyes flutter, lips part, savoring the delicious friction.
“Oh fuck, baby. I want to fuck you’re so bad.”
You bite your lips as you feel yourself getting wetter. It’s almost rare to hear him say such crude things out loud. He has always been sweet and loving to you, but God sometimes you want him to talk dirty to you.
“I’m not stopping you.”
And just like that, Bucky pins your arms over your head. He holds both of your wrists with his vibranium hand. You’re not even bother to struggle as they rest lightly in his grip. You know you can easily pull them away if you want it.
Bucky moves to spread your thighs apart with his knees. Then he grasps his erection and slides it up and down your slit, coating it with your essence. You shudder as you strain against his grasp, trying to feel the delicious friction he created, but you make no move to pull yourself away from him.
“Bucky, please,” you beg softly.
“Please what, sweetheart?” he smirks as he continues to tease you.
“Please take me,” you bite your lips as you look at him.
It feels like ages, but he finally positions himself against your opening and pushes forward, entering you just enough that you can feel the head fit snugly inside your throbbing pussy.
Your face instinctively scrunches up as your nails dig into your skin. A soft moan escapes from your lips as he pushes further into you, gaining another few inches. You buck your hips forward, silently pleading for more, and Bucky is more than happy to comply.
In one smooth motion, his hips surge forward as he buries himself to the hilt. You cry out in pleasure as he finally gives you what you wanted. Bucky’s movement is slow and deliberate at first, but he quickly gets impatient when you wrap your legs around his waist, and pull him closer to you. You can feel every twitch of muscles, coiling and bunching from his erratic movements.
You wound your arms around his neck, your lips find his shoulders as he rocks into you deeper and faster. The familiar coil in the pit of your stomach tightens as you feel your release getting close. Your wall slowly starts to tighten around him.
Bucky grunts as he closes his eyes and drives into you harder and faster.The overwhelming feeling starts bubbling up till it becomes overflowing. And just like that, the coil snaps and you find your release. Your body spasms as you clenched tightly around him. Bucky grunts as he finds him not too long after.
Bucky holds you tightly as his body rides the wave of pleasure. He finally relaxes after he finds his bearings and rolls over to lay next to you.
“I love you, sweet girl,” he says breathlessly when he turns to look at you. You’re still lost in daze of course that all you can do is smile and roll onto your side. You can feel the remnants of your releases rolling down your thighs and you grimace.
Bucky chuckles as he gets up and grabs a couple of tissues on the nightstand and gently wipes it away. Knowing how much you hate messes though, he goes into the bathroom and turns on the shower for you. Both of you shower quietly as you both are still spent and tired.
It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep though. Bucky rubs your back slowly as he listens to your steading breathing. Of course it’s hard for him to fall asleep now, considering the fact that tomorrow will be a big day for both of you.
Tomorrow will be the day, he muses anxiously at the prospect. After being together for more than 3 years, it only makes sense for him to seize the opportunity and do it.
The ring has been purchased for a while now, and he has been hiding it in his duffle bag. It’s stupid, and he knows it too. Sam has yelled at him for taking such an expensive thing with him on a mission, but what can he do when he fears that you might find out before he has gotten a chance to even ask you?
Bucky just wants everything to be perfect for his perfect girl because he knows he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you.
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trying to articulate my frustrations with Marvel’s treatment of female characters and characters of color
Hi, hello, hola, bonjour. I've been having a lot of thoughts about Marvel’s lack of diversity and of how they treat minority characters, so I'm taking a page out of Luisa’s (@its-tortle) book and just making a long, rambley post to get it all out.
Please bear with me while I try to encapsulate all of my frustration within the limitations of English language.
(ALSO, I'm white. I’m Spanish-American, but I do not have the ability to speak for fans of color and the other grievances they have. This post is just a combination of my own thoughts and what I've heard other people say on Tumblr, in YouTube videos, in articles etc.)
Now that we've had over week to collect ourselves after the WandaVision finale, because it was such a tearjerker and the end of a true masterpiece of a show, we really need to talk about how Marvel treats their their characters of color and female characters. I'll specifically be looking at Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and Monica Rambeau.
Let's start with Sam.
Until Monica Rambeau became Photon just a few weeks ago in WandaVision, Sam was THE ONLY Black superhero in the MCU.
He first appeared in Captain America: The Winter Soldier 7 years ago in 2014, and he's been in 4 movies since then (not counting the post-credits of Ant-Man).
Let's see what we know about Sam in the MCU:
He was a pararescue airman in the U.S. Airforce
His wing-man, Riley, died in combat, prompting him to leave active duty
He works at the VA to help other veterans adjust to civilian life
That's it. This is all we know about his backstory, separate from Captain America. However, the MCU decided to include these parts of his backstory, (and exclude others) because they make him a better supporting character to Steve.
Sam's a vet - so is Steve. They have the same, early-morning run routine that alludes to strict military training. Steve is still new to the future and hardly knows or approaches anyone, but Sam is wearing his VA sweatshirt, so there's some sense of connection, one that is furthered when they talk about their beds being too soft. Sam is someone who can understand him, aside from being a super soldier.
Riley, Sam's wingman, died in combat - Hmm, haven't heard that one befo - oh, wait. *Bucky waves from the abyss of the Alps*. Yeah.
I'm not saying that these connections are bad, in fact, I think the opposite. In terms of storyline, these connections are incredibly important for their friendship. Steve is lost and alone in the future. No one he knows cares about him for any reason other than the fact that he's a super soldier, nor can he relate to any of those people on any level. Sam just fits. He's funny and kind and although they are 60 years apart in age, he can, to some extent, understand what Steve is going through in a way they no one else can.
But for the last 7 years in the MCU, all he's been is Steve's supportive friend.
Almost immediately after meeting Steve, Sam is dragged into an end-of-the-world battle. He readily agrees to put his life on the line to fight by Captain America's side. After SHIELD falls, Sam gives up his life for 2 years to help Steve find Bucky. When they find him, Sam, without a second thought, becomes an international fugitive to protect Bucky and Steve.
I mean, he practically says that he lives in Steve's shadow himself:
"Don't look at me. I do what he does, just slower."
Who does all this? Seriously? Sam is also a recovering vet. He, in theory, has a life, a family, a job, his own mental well-being to consider, but he immediately gives it all up to help Captain America, to follow in his shadow, to be his back-up and support in every battle. Marvel wrote him as a 2D character that lacks his own identity and agency.
Sam deserves his own storyline; he deserves to exist outside the orbit of Steve Rogers.
What Mackie has been able to do with the character is astounding. He took Sam off the page and truly brought him to life, turning him into a beloved character. I'm ecstatic that both Mackie and Sam finally (hopefully) get their time to shine in TFATWS, but it should have happened WAY sooner. Marvel has continuously overlooked Mackie, despite how much he brings to the movies and despite the significance of Sam as the only Black superhero. It's just so clear that they do not care about representation.
(And let's not start with the whole "Bucky should be Captain America" thing, thanks)
Next, let's talk about Natasha.
Nat has been in the MCU for 11 years, starting with Iron Man 2 in 2010. She was heavily featured in an additional 6 MCU movies (not including small cameos/post-credit sequences). She's one of the few female superheroes in the MCU, and the only one that's been there since the beginning. Nat was the only female superhero for 4 years until Gamora appeared in Guardians of the Galaxy.
Let's see what we know about Natasha's history:
She's a former KGB operative and assassin, trained in the Red Room project
When she was a part of the Red Room, she was sterilized
Clint Barton got her out of the Red Room and converted her to a SHIELD agent
THAT'S IT. The second point is actually nauseating because this is what she says to Banner when we learn about her infertility in Age of Ultron:
"They sterilize you. It’s efficient. One less thing to worry about, the one thing that might matter more than a mission. It makes everything easier — even killing. You still think you’re the only monster on the team?"
Like, actually, what the fuck? I remember watching this scene and having to rewind because I thought I mis-heard what she said. In truth, Natasha is probably referring to the terrible things she was forced to do as a KGB operative are what make her a "monster," but why in the world would they include this anecdote here?? It's just so distasteful and disgusting! It makes it seem like her infertility is what makes her a monster, perpetuating the misogynistic belief that the center of a woman's identity and purpose is to have children.
As Vox says in this article, the subject of Nat's infertility
"rears its head sub-textually when Black Widow sacrifices herself for the Soul Stone. [...] It’s reasonable for Natasha to make the calculation that Clint’s kids deserve to have a dad when they come back to life after the Avengers complete their “time heist.” But because of that Ultron plot, there’s also an insidious implication that Natasha’s infertility renders Black Widow just a little bit more disposable than the rest of her teammates."
Furthermore, Nat's death in Endgame serves for nothing more than motivation for the other characters working in the time heist, WHICH ARE ALL MALE. Even then, the other characters talk about her death briefly (in a mostly unaffected manner), and by the end of the movie, she's been pretty much forgotten about, completely overshadowed by Tony Stark.
I don't want to say that Nat shouldn't have died in Endgame. It caused me so much heartache and emotional pain, but I truly believe it was a great way to end her arc. CinemaWins on YouTube put it best:
"She needed to save her family, Clint included, finally wiping the red from her ledger. So much of her jouney in the MCU was trying to find her purpose, figure out which side she was on, and she finally feels like she's found it, just in time to die for it.
"It's not wrong to feel cheated by her death, [but I think] she deserved this moment because of it's importance."
She says it in the movie:
"I used to have nothing, and then I got this. This family. And I was better because of it."
Nat shouldn't have to die, but it's on her terms, and she is absolutely ready for it. Saving her chosen family... that is her purpose.
But altogether, over the course of the MCU, Natasha was cheated out of getting the storyline she deserved. Like Sam, she was relegated to the position of the supportive friend of Steve, but also of Bruce and Clint. For the audience, her identity is tied to this role that she plays. The identity and motivations she has independent from these other characters, her history, is skimmed over, and treated with immense disrespect.
It took 11 years, but it is thrilling that Scarlett Johansson finally gets to be the start of her own Marvel movie. There is no way that Black Widow will be able to completely make up for her and Natasha's mistreatment by the MCU, but I hope it will at least bring us some closure and allow us to have a better understanding of Nat's history and who she is away from the other Avengers.
Last, but certainly not least (despite what WandaVision may have you believe) is Monica Rambeau.
I spoke about this last week after posting about this review of the show, but it bears repeating.
Monica is a new character. You'd hope that, after 11 years of extremely limited diversity in the MCU, much to the dismay of fans worldwide, and after recognizing this and creating a movie with a cast like The Eternals, Marvel would try to get their shit together across the board.
Nope!
Monica was seriously the token diversity character of the show. It seemed like they would give her more depth after the episode during which they flashed back to the her during and after the snap, losing her mother, and seeing a little bit of what she's done as an adult since Captain Marvel, but that ended up being the most we got.
But why? Monica literally became a SUPERHERO. She became Photon! She deserved a much greater role in the show, especially in the finale, where she instead had maybe 5 lines and just stopped some bullets for about 30 seconds.
As the review I linked says,
“There are so many black writers, fans, and critics noting how Monica got relegated to a complete lack relegated to meaningless best friend protector lacking in their own self agency and story except for making a shoehorned comparison of grief.”
Marvel made the same, bull-headed mistake that they made with Sam with Monica!
Let's do this again. Monica was snapped away for 5 years, and when she was snapped back, she learned that her mother had died. Losing someone you love and having the whole process of mourning and pain be complicated by the snap? What an interesti- oh wait. *Vision phases his head through the wall with a smile*
The only reason we got this backstory was because it made her a more sympathetic character towards Wanda. Her understanding of what Wanda is going through allows her to be the catalyst in the creation of the ideological fork in the road between herself, Darcy and Woo, who see Wanda as a victim of grief and loss, and Hayward and the rest of SHIELD, who see her as a dangerous threat.
How do you make the same, major mistake that you've been making for the past 7 years again? Guess what? You don't! Maybe it's not intentional, but Marvel, again, clearly doesn’t care enough about their characters of color to consider the roles they relegate them to in the MCU, realize what they've been doing is harmful, and then change it.
Hopefully, they will not continue to treat Monica this way and will remedy this in the next Captain Marvel.
In conclusion: MARVEL GAVE A FUCKING ROBOT AN ACTUAL ORIGIN STORY, A RELATIONSHIP AND MORE INDEPENDENCE THAN ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS.
But in all seriousness, Marvel needs to be help accountable for how they treat women and their characters of color in the MCU. I just looked at 3, but you could also make a similar argument about Rhodey, Hope van Dyne and Valkyrie, as well as Jane Foster, MJ, and Ned, although they are supporting characters and not superheroes. And I'm sure there are many others. Marvel (and Disney!!) has had an awful track-record, and change is long overdue.
#fuck marvel#fuck disney#sexism and racism in marvel#minorities in minor roles#thank you for coming to my TED talk#discussion#fatws#wandavision#sam wilson#natasha romanoff#black widow#monica rambeau
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yo nadia <3333 i'm bored in my online classes and u reblogged the questions thingy at the right time lmao, so get ready: 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 17, 23, 24, 28, 30!!!, 34, 38, 39, 40 (the intimacy of being understood) (imma stop here lol) (also i'm sorry u're not feeling well, ily and hope u'll feel better soon!! <33333)
ELE ILY. (and thank you, i’m stayin home today cause,,, yeah. i appreciate you sm.) you’re the literal best, i adore you.
1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?
The first fanfiction i read was for The Lunar Chronicles when I was like 11?? and it was 100% on accident and it scarred me because it was a hardcore porn one with a period kink and i was like WHAT IS THIS??? OH MY GOD???? LMAOOOOO i didn’t pick it back up until i was 13-14 and really got into the Fairy Tail fandom. I still reread my favorites on ff.net cause i love them.
As for writing, I wrote a horrible, terrible x-men fanfiction when I was twelve. (my friend still brings it up and REFUSES to delete it so it still gets comments and views, that shit HAUNTS ME ELE.) then tried again for Fairy Tail, posted like two chapters before taking it down cause i wasn’t really feeling it. And then I posted The Intimacy Of Being Understood and here we are.
4. Link your three favorite fics right now.
OMGG okok
@murd3rm1ttens ‘s The Problem How Time Works IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YOU GUYS NEED TO HOP ON IT ASAP. MITTEN’S WRITING SO SO SO SO GOOD. SAKURA AND INO ARE TOTAL BADASSES. KAKASHI IS A SIMPPPP. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD.
@mouseymightymarvellous ‘s We Were Screaming In Color (Only A Possibility) yes, yes I KNOW. i always point into mousey’s direction but i WILL always advocate that everyone reads her fics, they’re literally so beautiful???? i just happen to be rereading WWSIN rn
@safelycapricious ‘s Shaking Up And Breaking Down series. I found this like?? idfk but i’ve been raving about it ever since. ALSO CHECK OUT THEIR FICS IN GENERAL.
fuck i have more than three but also check out @ambivalens999 ‘s Masks
i do wanna make a fic rec thing where i just rav about my favs,,, might do that later or sum
5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?
Omniscient third person. I don’t like it. Like I can understand that it can be a little hard to stay in one person’s perspective but, in my opinion, if you can, it shows how disciplined you are as a writer. Plus, i just get so confused when I go from A’s thoughts to suddenly what B is thinking about A.
When writers use ‘ ‘ instead of “ “. When writers put thoughts in ‘ ‘ instead of just italicizing them. It’s small things but like they just bother me sO MUCH. most of the time i can ignore it and try to enjoy but other times i just dip.
9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.
@espoir-et-reves !!!!! THEIR SHISAKU FICS ARE SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. And they have a warring states one going on THAT I AM SO OBSESSED WITH.
@writer168 idk if they’re really “underrated” but THEY HAVE SUCH GREAT FICS ON AO3. Like theres an AU with sakura, kiba, and shino that i reread constantly because it just. is. so. fucking. GOOD. and they posted a new one that i’m YELLING about.
@eggtoasties okay they only have 2 in the naruto fandom (one shisaku which is still ongoing) BUT THEIR WRITING STYLE IS SO NICE?? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I still go back and reread their shikasaku one cause UGH i can’t get enough. I love it.
10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?
Fandoms: Naruto, Soul Eater, The Old Guard, ATLA
Parings: KakaSaku/ShikaSaku/ShiSaku/MultiSaku, SoMa, Joe X Nicky, Zukka
Character: SAKURA. I will read anything with Sakura as the main character and her being a fuckin badass or becoming a badass. I love her.
17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?
aha.. haha.. well. I check my email like three times an hour. its the first thing i check in the mornings too. I’m literally a whore for praise and literally eat up feedback like its going out of style. I also reread a lot of my stuff because i make so many mistakes and spelling errors, or the spacing is weird oR SOMETHING. plus, literally any and all comments make my day, i go back and reread them cause they just make me feel so tingly and warm like “wow. this person enjoyed the fic/my writing enough to tell me. thats HUGE!”
23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?
Angry, feral, bloodied, morally gray women. They aren’t bad guys, they’re probably the good guy, but that doesn’t mean they cant be fucking raging at the world with raw knuckles and blood on their teeth. I just love an angry woman who struggles with her emotions and just has so much inner conflict but that doesn’t take away from her character or badassery, it adds to it.
24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?
The fake dating or miscommunication troupe. LIKE GUYS JUST TALK. AND TELL EACH OTHER OMFG. the entire like obliviousness of “nah they dont like me” while the They holds their hand and kisses their cheek. MOFO WHAT. it makes me so impatient and like mad HAAHHAHA. its probably because i’m a pretty confrontational person so seeing stuff like that just “cmon bro, USE YO HEAD.”
28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?
I have yet to receive a negative comment! Which i was really surprised about tbh. As for deadlines or pressure to update, i just kind of do whatever. I do set goals, but i set them flexible enough that hey, if i can’t do it, that’s okay.
I have a lot of mini goals, like “i want to write this chapter and get it done this week” and then the large goal is “FINISH BY END OF MAY” so i have time.
Actually, now that I think on it, the entire pressure to update thing is probably why i’m waiting until I have all of OL&W written to post it weekly,, cause well. I wouldn’t wanna leave you guys waiting as I tried to write and work out the next chapters and stuff, you know?
30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.
AAAAAA YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE AHAHAHAH
Have you seen the way the dead dance, World Breaker? They roar, half mad and starving. Do you not wish, do you not hope to see them twist and bend and dance to your will?
Shikamaru snarls, looking behind his shoulders to where his Shadows lay. “Patience.” He spits. “Is of the essence, Things of Ancient. Know your place as the dark you are.”
34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?
None of my experiences match up to anything I write tbh,,, probably the only thing that is me in my writing is maybe the emotional turmoil? I’m pretty emotionally and mentally mature because from a pretty young age i started forming my own opinions, started looking into the world around us and being like “dude what the fuck this is not what disney advertised”. Then i started talking (read: arguing and debating) with my dad about a lot of it. So, like emotions are kind of hard for me. Like i’m pretty good at controlling them or understanding them, but still. idk its hard to explain ig.
Like the weight of stress, the anger, the sadness. It’s kind of therapeutic to write. Cause i don’t know how to put those feelings to verbal words so writing them really helps.
As for my readers’ image? Probably like some kind of hunched over figure typing away in the dark with a maniacal grin on their face. I honestly don’t know AHHAHAHA but it is fun to think about. I think they’d see me as someone with potential but a lot of room to grow and someone who is imperfect but in a charming way LMAOOOO
38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?
I’m gonna be real honest. Its probably like a 2. I’m a bit of a control freak so I almost always go in chronological order, my writing is pretty linear. Unless, i get bored and jump to one of my fav parts. It's pretty much i sit down, i open the doc, read over my notes and just start writing.
It’s a little boring to explain AHAHAHA but once i get into the groove of things its really fucking great, I can like feel myself in the world, I can feel what i want the characters to, i love it. I catch myself mouthing the words as i type too, which i find hilarious.
39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?
I rather like how raw my writing is sometimes. Which might sound really vain, but i do like the way i word things or describe things. I love juxtaposition and repetition, or making a good ole circle back to some minute detail that wouldn’t stand out until i repeat it at the end and you’re like “omg” AHAHAHAHA.
Like those little poetic snippets or certain wording i just sit back and go “damn thats kinda good nadia! go you!’ HAHAHA
40. How did you come up with the idea for The Intimacy Of Being Understood?
AAAAA this fic is like my first child, my pride and joy LMAO
so the idea initially came when i was reading some fic, idk if it was even naruto, but i was like “i don't like this, but i do like the rain symbolism.” And I knew i wanted to write something kind of slow paced, something a little sad and angsty, but would show KakaSaku slowly but surely falling in love.
Idk if you’ve noticed but a lot of my fics, the pairings don’t change each other dramatically. They accept each other as they are and then they grow with together. Like that acceptance is something i just love writing, its so subtle, it isn’t something you declare. Its simply “I am going to love you. I am going to love you despite your flaws and faults. I am going to love you unconditionally because I know you, I understand you, and there is nothing you could do to drive me away.”
The fic kind of wrote itself after that first scene. I kept going back to the rain, go being ghosts, and resurrection, and the small epiphanies one gets. I wanted to focus on each character’s growth with each other. They didn’t find light in life because of each other, but with each other. And i think that’s my favorite thing about that fic.
I wanted something raw and real and just something beautiful. I’m actually really proud of it tbh. Would i go back and rewrite/edit it? Oh of course! I’d do that with every single one of my fics, but i’m not gonna cause i think its in its rawest form right now. :))))
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Malcolm Bright x Reader, Gil Arroyo x Daughter!Reader
Word Count: 2,000-ish
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Mentions of murder, cursing. Large chunks of text in italics mean that it is a flashback.
Summary: After your boss is murdered, you are brought in as a suspect. In order to prove your innocence, you have to reveal a secret to your father.
Author’s Note: This was one of those ideas that hit me like a train right as I was about to go to bed, so I scribbled as much as I could down and tried to make sense of it the next day.
We’re also gonna pretend that Gil and Jessica aren’t a thing cause then that would make this story a bit awkward.
This is not beta read, so let me know if there are any mistakes!
If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
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“So, (Y/N), got any news for me?” Your boss, Mr.Naruski asked from his desk chair, casually weaving a pen in between his fingers. It was lunchtime and you had gotten salads from the meditarrian place that he liked.
“Well, Simon wanted to move his meeting with you to Friday, but there would be no way to do that unless we add another 4 hours to the day. Oh! And Mrs.Krewnshe asked me if--”
“(Y/N), sweetheart! We are on our lunch break! Which means I don’t want any news with my clients unless it's urgent. I meant news in the world of the best secretary in New York!”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little bit and smile. Mr.Naruski was a true blessing when it came to employers. He owned his own architecture business in New York and somehow wasn’t a complete asshat like some of your previous bosses. He and his wife were incredibly caring and truly understood that you had to be a human in order to work with other humans. The respect you got here was well worth the daily commute!
“Well, if you really want to know... My boyfriend set up a nice, and very last minute, date for us tonight.” You couldn’t hide the true smile that spread across your lips. Mr.Naruski leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? And where is this ‘nice’ date happening, if I might ask?”
“I’m not sure. He wouldn’t tell me. All he said was to be ready by 6 because we have reservations for 6:45. But I have a feeling it’s that new modern industrial place that I was telling you about. He knows I love to walk past it and appreciate the details. While I don’t think I’ve ever said out loud that I like it or would like to go inside, he has a great ability to read me.”
Your smile grew a little more as your eyes drifted slightly down, thinking about all the times your boyfriend picked up on the smaller details in the past. He was good with surprises. Mr.Naruski watched how this interaction brought out your best side. The two of you finished your lunches and got back to work.
Your boss had one more meeting this afternoon. It was with a company called Jetlan Inc. From the small bit of conversation you heard as Mr.Naruski escorted his guests out, it was a successful meeting. He turned back to you once the door was closed and let out a relieved sigh.
“I take it everything went well?”
“As well as I could. They are going to take tonight to mull it over and then give us a call tomorrow. So expect Samuel to call at some point.”
You wrote down a little reminder to yourself on a sticky note “May get call from Jetlan Inc.” and placed it near your desk’s phone. You went back to typing out the schedule for next week when Mr.Naruski tapped a finger on your desk.
“How about you leave early today, (Y/N)?”
“Are you sure, sir? I can stay and help with the final prep for tomorrow’s deal if you want. I should also probably finish this schedule.”
“I think I can handle that on my own. And you can add your final touches tomorrow. You,” He stood up and walked around your desk and held out his hands. You put your hands in his and he helped you up before grabbing your coat from the coat rack. “Have a date to get ready for.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. It was almost unbelievable to have a boss that really cared about your personal life as much as your professional one like he did. You just slipped on your coat and grabbed your purse, knowing that when Naruski made up his mind, it was set. He opened the door for you and put a hand on your arm.
“He told me to ‘love with my whole heart, but be smart enough to know when to use my brain instead.’ I think it was his way of saying ‘Be safe and have fun.’”
A small but sad smile worked its way onto your face at the thought of him being so supportive. You felt a wave of tears coming, so you finished up your story to try to stop them from falling.
“After that, I thanked him again, and I left to go back to my apartment and get ready. The next time I saw Mr.Naruski was the next morning, behind the crime scene tape blocking my office, dead.”
You couldn’t believe that just 24 hours ago, you were happily talking to your boss about your date. And now he was dead. Murdered in his own office, two hours after you had left. You were being questioned at the NYPD by none other than JT Tarmel, Dani Powell, Malcolm Bright, and your father, Gil Arroyo.
No one spoke, they were taking in all of the details of your alibi. It felt like forever before Malcolm broke the silence.
“Are there security cameras in your office?”
“Yes. There is one in the main office where my desk is positioned, one in Mr.Naruski’s office, and one in the hallway outside our door.”
“Great. We can check those. They’ll show (Y/N) leaving and should have a timestamp on them that we can check.
The team did their own little nods, still thinking about your alibi. They wanted to trust you, but they needed to think of every possible thing that could have happened, or if they could find any evidence to the real killer.
“Who did you go on a date with?” Dani was sitting about 6 feet to your right, a bottle of water in her hands as she leaned forward, elbows on the table.
“I don’t see how my dating life is relevant to my boss being murdered in his office.”
Lies. You knew why she was asking. It was a major part of your alibi and it’s the only other way that they could concretely cross you off of the suspect list. JT jumped in to try to diffuse the situation, none of them aware of how much you didn’t want to share.
“It's just another way that we can confirm your alibi, (Y/N).”
You could see Gil adjusting his stance as he leaned against the wall to your left. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your father, already feeling his intense stare boring into you.
The room was silent, but the anxiety in your chest made it feel like the room was half of its real size. You kept your posture as straight as you could while you focused on your hands that were unconsciously fidgeting on top of the table.
“Tell us the kid’s name, (Y/N).”
“Why can’t you just check the cameras like Malcolm said? That’ll show when I left at around 4:30 yesterday afternoon and when I came back today for my shift but saw the tape instead! You could even check my apartment’s security cameras!”
“Woah! We will, (Y/N). We just want to be able to cover our asses and yours.” JT tried again to calm you down, everyone know seeing how uncomfortable the idea of sharing the details of your date made you.
Your leg started to shake under the table, that was your cue that your anxiety was getting bad. You lock eyes with Malcolm. He sees how much you’re struggling and just gives you a short nod. You knew what he was trying to say, but you really didn’t want to agree. Malcolm then took a deep breath, trying to get you to do the same. You looked down and tried to take a deep breath in.
“Why can’t you just answer the question, (Y/N)?!” Gil didn’t yell, but you could hear the annoyance in his voice. It was the final hit that broke the last of your defenses.
“Because it's Malcolm, alright?!”
Even you were a bit shocked at the slight frustration and exasperation in your voice. As everyone let that fact settle in their brains, you closed your eyes and took a couple deep breaths, trying to accept the fact that it was out in the open now. Malcolm made his way behind you and put a comforting hand on your shoulder, lightly rubbing this thumb to try and soothe you. You opened your eyes and stared at the center of the table, your hands now clasped together.
“Last night I left work early to go get ready for a date with Malcolm Bright. He took me to that nicer place off of 47th that has the grey brick exterior with the iron corner details. We went there to catch a break from our lives because it's been so hectic lately and we haven’t had much time to just sit and enjoy each other’s company.”
Our reservation was for 6:45 under Malcolm’s name. You can check with the manager there, go into their electronic reservation system, and see that we checked in and everything. Or Malcolm may have some sort of confirmation email. Now do I need to go into detail about what we ordered or what cocktail I was drinking, or am I good?”
You slowly looked up to meet your father’s eyes. You expected something upset in his eyes, but instead, they were very professional. He looked from you to Malcolm, who in turn nodded, confirming your story. Gil audibly inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his nose and he rubbed a hand down his face.
“No. You’re good, kid.”
You look back to your hands and close your eyes, focusing on your breathing. You weren’t hyperventilating, but you definitely felt a weight in your chest.
Dani and JT looked at each other, unaware of what to do in this situation. Malcolm looked from you back to Gil, his face slightly pleading. Gil quickly tilted his head towards the door, a small sigh of relief coming from Malcolm as he moved his hand to your arm and leaned down to quietly talk in your ear.
“C’mon, (Y/N). Let’s get some air or something to drink, okay?”
You nodded and stood up as Malcolm grabbed your coat from the rack near the door. You took yours and slung it over your arm as Malcolm opened the door for you. Before you could leave, Gil spoke up.
“I will be seeing the two of you in my office in an hour though. We need to have a chat.”
You just nod and leave already knowing what this “chat” is going to be about. Malcolm was reaching for his coat when Gil’s voice resonated again.
“Malcolm, take care of her. Go to that shop around the corner. They have those little pastries she likes. And make sure your both are back here soon. We’re not done with this.”
“Will do.” Malcolm nodded and quickly left and caught up with you, walking you safely out of the NYPD.
With that, there was still a semi-awkward air in the meeting room. Dani quietly fiddled with her water bottle and let out a “Well…”
“Heh! Yeah. That was somethi--”
Before JT could get further, Gil pointed at him and sternly said “Don’t.” JT just raises his hands in defense and backs off. Dani couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the sight of JT getting called out.
“So where do we go from here?” Dani calmly asked the room.
“We need to get the security footage from the office building and (Y/N)’s apartment complex. Get in contact with the restaurant owner and see if we can check their reservation system, if not, ask Malcolm if he has any email from their reservation.”
“On it.” JT confirmed as he left the room to head to his desk and start working. Gil leaned on the table, thinking for a moment. “What do we know about this Jetlan Inc.?
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Crowley x Reader. We met before. P1/7
Summary: You end up living with Bobby after your parents die. You go to church and meet Priest Crowley and you end up getting along (if you know what i mean). A few years later when Bobby passes you move the the bunker with Sam and Dean and end up meeting Crowley again.
Warnings: Mention of death, Spelling mistakes.
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Around 2200 words.
Backstory:
In 1991 Y/N L/N was born. You were raised up by your parents. You loved them you really did, but they were never really there, with being hunters and all. You didn’t know much about the hunting business. But as you grew up you got to learn that all myths had a form of truth behind them and you gained some basic fighting skills to protect you in an emergency, and a knack for sorting lore. But that was it really. Your parents never discussed the details of work at home and being hunters, you moved around a lot. Which meant no real friends were ever made. You were lonely but getting a new book each time, you moved helped with that. Life was okay, until the accident.
You were 14 at the time. It was 9pm Tuesday when your parents left to hunt a vampire nest, whilst you were sat in a dodgy motel room waiting for them to come back. 3 hours later. 10 hours later. 12 hours later. You began to worry, but there wasn’t exactly anything you could do, you didn’t know where they were to try and find them, so you waited.
35 hours later. 8am Thursday and your parents still weren’t back, and you knew what you should do. You opened your old notebook to the back page and rang the emergency number just like you had been told. It rang a few times and then a gruff voice picked up, he had obviously been woken up by the phone call.
“Who the hell is this and why have you woken me up at this ungodly hour?” the voice on the other end of the line grumbled.
You froze. What were you supposed to say? It was only Bobby so you don’t know why you were so nervous.
“Hello? If this is you Dean, I swear the next time I see you” he trailed of.
“No.” You spoke still unsure. “It’s Y/N. Y/N L/N.”
“Oh, hello kid, why the sudden ring this early? Parents need a place to sleep again?”
“No Bobby its… they...” You trailed of. “they went on a hunt and its Nearly been 2 days since I’ve seen them and they said if this ever happens to call you and so I did and I’m sorry for waking you up its just I don’t know what to do and I don’t know where they are I just….”
“Wait, slow down. Where are you?” He interrupted.
“Jim Thorpe. Pennsylvania.” You replied.
“Where were they going before, they left? “
“To deal with a vampire nest.”
“all right kid, you did the right thing calling me. Pennsylvania? I’m 19 hours away so I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’m going to call some buddies of mine to see where they are, I think they are near the area and they will come and stay with you until I can get there okay? I’m going to call them now and then I will call you back, all I need you to do is tell me what motel you are in and stay there until I call back okay?” he explained trying to hide his worried tone.
“I’m at the ummmm…. Penn Terrace Motel. Room 12” you replied looking at the branded paper near the phone.
“Okay kid I’ll call you back soon. Don’t worry everything’s going to be fine” and with that he hung up.
You sat on the stiff motel bed looking down at the phone in your hand. You were numb. You weren’t exactly sad or worried, you were just numb. It was probably because you knew there was a chance your parents were gone but it just hadn’t synced in yet. So, you just sat, empty minded until the phone rang again.
“Right kid, my friends are only 15 minutes away, so they should be there in about 20 tops. I’m going to get a few things together and then leave to come and see you. It’s about 8:30 now so I will leave around 8:40, it will take me around 19 hours and I’ll need to fill up gas at some point so another 5 mins, and then I’ll need to take a break halfway for about an hour for food so I’ll get there at about….5:00am tomorrow. Is that okay?”
“Um yeah”
“Are you going to be okay? How are you feeling? As soon as I get there, we will go looking for your parents okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine, okay”
“Right so my friends names are Sam and Dean. They will knock at your door and take you to get some food and will help us find your parents when I get there, but for that you’re going to have to find your dads maps, or evidence he has and give it to them. Can you do that?”
“Yeah I think I know where it is.” You respond looking at the bottom drawer next to their bed.
“You sure you’re going to be okay kid? Do you want me to wait on the phone until they get there?”
“No, it’s okay you can go get ready and I’ll find the evidence” you reply awkwardly to your godfather.
“Okay, well just ring me if you need anything else. Oh, and don’t worry about Sam and dean, they are nice just don’t open the door unless they say its them. Got it?”
“Got it”
“Right okay, I’ll see you soon kid”
“Bye Bobby” you hung up the phone. Looking at the clock it was now 8:35 which meant his friends wouldn’t be there for another 15 minutes. But might as well be prepared. You got up of the old bed and made your way over to the other side of the room. Leaning down and opening the bottom drawer to find it so full it was hard to open. After cramming somethings down, you managed to open it and you unload piles of paper, until you reach a leather journal.. It’s your dads and you know you aren’t allowed to touch it let alone look into it so you pick it up and discard it on the bed next to the drawer, you aren’t sure why you do this as it’s not like he is there to see you but either way you do.
You still have a while to wait so you sit on the bed and decide to busy your mind with sorting out the evidence. You know that if you sit there and do nothing you will end up worrying yourself so this is a way to keep you busy, plus you like organising and it will make you feel like you have done something to help.
You first sort out newspaper articles, then maps, then printed pages of lore and then finally notes scribbled across paper. You look at the maps and the slightly indescribable pen marks over them and start to get an idea on where the nest is. You had just narrowed it down to 3 places all abandoned within the radius of the killings when there was a knock at your door. You froze. You hear raced and you stayed silent. Another knock. You look over to where the knife your father got you for your birthday when you see the clock, it read 8:52. You had been sat sorting for 17 minutes and you hadn’t realised. Which meant it was probably Bobby’s friends at the door, still you were hesitant as you stood up and peaked out through the blinds, you were met with the sight of two men stood at you doorway. One with long brown hair wearing a grey t shirt with a brow zippy over. The other with shorter lighter hair wearing a green button up who was shorter than the other. Both looking tired and worried as they once again knocked on the door.
“Y/N” The taller one called through the door. “It’s Sam and Dean, we are the people Bobby sent”.
You slowly opened to door and let them in. Once they were in the room it was quiet. No one knew what to say so you all just stood looking at each other until the smaller one spoke up.
“Hey, I’m Dean this is my brother Sam. How are you doing?”
“Fine. I’m Y/N but you already knew that. How are you?” it was true. You were fine. You weren’t sad, certainly weren’t happy just fine. You knew you weren’t going to be a set emotion until you knew for sure where your parents were so for now you were fine.
“Alright thanks, and well in that case did you manage to find any of your dad’s resources?” The one who turned out to be Dean asked.
This got you interested. “Yeah, over on the bed. I sorted them out and I think I found a few places where the nests are likely to be. I wrote some notes on the back of a recite. I look through it all but there might be some more in my dad’s book, but I’m not allowed to go through that sooo” You trailed of.
All three of you looked over to the green duvet bed. The brothers headed over and started shuffling through some of the files, you just perched on your single bed which was nearest you. The room returned to silence. You fiddled with your laces on your trainers until Sam spoke up.
“You organised this yourself?”
“Yeah it was all jumbled and I had some time to spare before you got here so I thought I would try to help”
“Well it certainly does help. So, you think that either the mill house, fire department or cottage is where they went?” Sam asked picking up the map with the recite you had scribbled your theories on.
“It seems most likely”
“Damn seems Bobby was right Sammy we got a smart one with us” Dean said looking up at his brother smirking. “Be careful she may be better than you” Sam rolled his eyes and Dean turned to look at you. “You hungry? I could definitely go get a burger and some pie.”
“Mhm sure.” You said unsure, truth be told you didn’t know if you were hungry. You hadn’t eaten for a while and there was an ache in your stomach, but you didn’t know whether that was from missing food, or your parents.
“Right well let’s go”
So, you went to the small dinner just down the road. You nibbled on some food but didn’t end up eating much. After you returned to the motel the boys settled down re checking the evidence, they ended up agreeing with you, and you sat staring blankly at pages in a book or staring as the small television in the room. You don’t know how long it had been, but you must have fallen asleep because next thing you know you were woken up by the front door closing.
You blinked and looked around the room, the boys were no longer there, the room was empty. It was 7am so you must have slept for a while. Just are you sat up Bobby emerged from the kitchen are with a mug of coffee.
“Morning kid, how do you sleep”
“Hey, and fine thanks, how are you Bobby? When did you get here?” You replied your voice still rough from sleep.
“I’m fine as well and about 5 like I said but I thought it best to let you sleep. The boys have gone out to find your folks now and trust me they are the best hunters I know so they will find them. Now you want anything?”
“F/D if there is any left please”
“Coming right up.” He said and got you your drink.
You sat and did nothing waiting for the boys to come home. 3 hours later you heard the car outside and when they came in the room alone that’s when you knew. That was when you no longer felt numb. Everything around you seemed like it was moving in slow motion. Bobby got up and asked them something, but you couldn’t hear you couldn't focus on the voices.Your suspicions were confirmed when he turned around and headed for your bed with a frown on his face. You had no family. They had gone and now you were completely alone. You were crying and you didn’t rely it until bobby wiped a tear from your face.
“I’m so sorry kid”
You couldn’t reply only stare at him, tears streaming down your face as you tried to process the fact that you would never see them again. That was nearly 4 years ago.
In between then and now you moved in with Bobby as he was your godfather, and he basically became a real father to you. He was very protective of you and you grew really close. Same with the brothers, who became part of your family as well. You weren’t alone, and of course you missed your parents, but your life was good. You had tried to persuade Bobby to let you hunt with the boys, but he wouldn’t allow it until you were 18. That’s when you could start proper training. So, until then your days were filled with helping Bobby out with lore and evidence other hunters needed, he said you had a gift with that, and going to the local church. You didn’t exactly know what you believed in to be honest. But it got you out of the house and Bobby didn’t object. Especially after Dean went to hell and befriended an angel. You had only heard stories of course but they made going to church seem a bit more worth it. And now your sat watching a film with Bobby the day before your 18th birthday. The day you can finally start training and properly helping on hunts.
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Characters (Pick ANY character from a fandom):
The 100• Marvel• Harry Potter• Flash• Walking Dead• <- those are examples, choose what ever you’d like!
Prompts (specify which list in ask):
Fluff:
1. “Just hold me close and never let go.”
The One by @with1love1anu (Sirius Black x Reader)
2. “You may be good, but I’m better.”
@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)
3. “You know, I’d go through hell for you.” “Really?” “Yeah, or well, really hot weather.”
@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)
@fridasfantasy (Zuko x Reader)
4. “Well you’re fun.” “And you’re annoying.”
Sirius Black x Reader by @valiantartwritingweasel
Just my Type by @writeseasonally (Fred Weasley x Reader)
5. “You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk.” “Then what are you?” “…I’m not dead, right?”
@nekoannie-chan (Brock Rumlow x Reader)
Truth under Moonlight by @approved-by-dentists (Sirius Black x Reader)
6. “You’re a lot more interesting in my head.”
Hoax by @seiraswriting (Hermione Granger x Reader)
7. “You just have to trust me.”
Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)
8. “Time flies when you’re a prisoner.”
9. “You’re my home.”
Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)
10. “Thanks for not killing me.”
@wonderful-writer (Sirius Black x Reader)
11. “I’m going to choose to take pride in that.”
Freedom of Innocence by @summer-writes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)
Gone by @moony-writes-stuff (George Weasley x Reader)
12. “You’re my second chance.”
@bad268 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)
Second Chances by @shaynawrites23 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
13. “Take me by the hand and hold me tight.”
If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)
14. “I’m proud of us.”
15. “Will you get off me?”
Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)
16. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I just fell more in love with you.”
@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)
I Love you by @theonly1outof-a-billion (Mob!Tom Holland x Reader)
17. “You are everything I dreamed of.”
@the-moon-and-the-book (Remus Lupin x Reader)
18. “Here, let me help you.”
@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)
19. “Can I have a kiss? Please?”
Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)
20. “Your hand is so soft.”
Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)
21. “I’ve been thinking-“ “uh oh.”
A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader)
22. “But you love me anyways.”
@leah-ravenanne (James Potter x Reader)
Secret Admirer by @shaynawrites23 (Sirius Black x Reader)
23. “Want a back rub?”
24. “Can we cuddle?”
Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)
25. “You realize how insane you sound, right?”
Crazy for You by @writeroutoftime (Sirius Black x Reader)
@wonderful-writer (Sirius Black x Reader)
26. “Stop making that face. It’s too cute.”
Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)
27. You are perfect for me.”
Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)
28. “You’re so warm.”
Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)
29. “I love you more every day.”
30. “Where’s my morning kisses?”
31. “Wanna go for a walk?”
Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x reader)
32. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”
Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x Reader)
33. “Stop stealing my food.”
34. “Wow, I almost forgot how beautiful you were.”
@hollands-weasley (Fred Weasley x Reader)
35. “There’s an open seat on my lap.”
Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)
@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)
36. “Please just look at me.”
@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)
37. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)
@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)
38. “Netflix and cuddle?”
39. “I can count to ten.” “You can barely get to 3.”
40. “My best friend is an idiot. Awesome.”
Angst:
1. “Despite everything, I still care about you.”
Blind Love by @hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis (Bellamy Blake x Reader)
2. “I should go…”
Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)
@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)
3. “Joke’s on me, right?”
To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)
4. “Break my heart, I’ll break your face.”
5. “Fuck you and your promises.”
Promises by @masterofthedarkness (Fred Weasley x Reader)
6. “Remember when I asked for your opinion? No? Me neither.”
7. “I’m not worth dying for.”
A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader)
8. “There’s still good in you.”
All for You by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)
9. “I thought you died.”
Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)
@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)
10. “Don’t touch me.”
@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)
11. “I’m fine.” *Passes out*
Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)
@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)
12. “I was hoping you’d save us both.”
Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)
13. “I’m invisible.”
14. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)
15. “You’re not you.”
16. “What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? I’m not.”
@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)
17. “Okay, fuck you.”
18. “You wanna play hero? Be my guest.”
Drama by @obsessedwithrandomthings (Remus Lupin x Reader)
19. “You’re an asshole.”
20. “I hope it was worth it.”
21. “Trust me, it could get a whole lot worse.”
22. “The only mistake I made was you.”
@acciomarauders (Regulus Black x Reader)
23. “Prove to me you’re different, then I’ll believe you.”
@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)
24. “No one blames you.” “I do.”
All for you by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)
25. How come you’re still here?”
26. “This is when you stop talking.”
27. “How am I supposed to say goodbye to you?”
@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)
28. “God, just let me fall apart.”
Gone by @moony-writes-stuff (George Weasley x Reader)
29. “Just let me die.”
John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual
Duelled by @teheharrypotter (Sirius Black x Reader)
30. “You got to let go.”
Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)
31. “Why can’t you look at me like you look at her?”
Fool’s Gold by @marauderswhisperer (James Potter x Reader)
32. “You don’t get to die today.”
If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)
33. “I’m spiraling and I can’t make it stop.”
John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual
34. “You’re never too broken to be fixed.”
She’s a Survivor by @eleven-times-lively (Remus Lupin x Reader)
35. “Fun? Is that all I am to you? Fun?”
36. “I would’ve given my life up for you, but now? Now I don’t even know you.”
@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x reader)
37. “I haven’t been the same since you left me.”
Charm-ed by @nekoannie-chan (Steve Rogers x Reader)
38. “You were supposed to protect me.”
39. “You gave me the world, but it wasn’t enough.”
40. “Give me another chance to prove I am still in love with you.”
Smut:
(Sorry I couldn’t find or come up with more smut ones lol)
1. “Ruin me.”
2. “Lose the shirt.”
3. “You know we’re in public, right?”
4. “Be good.” “Or what, you’ll punish me?”
5. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight.”
6. “Spread your legs for me.”
7. “Remember. You’re mine.”
8. “Stop the lip biting, you’re driving me crazy.”
9. “Tonight, you’re in control.”
10. “I’m not wearing anything under this.”
11. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”
Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)
12. “Aw, is somebody jealous?”
13. “If you wanna fuck, just say the words.”
14. “I forgot how much I missed seeing you beneath me.”
@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x Reader)
15. “Oh, fuck you!” “Your place or mine?”
16. “Was the sex really that good?”
17. “Like what you’re seeing?”
18. “On your knees.”
19. “Handcuffs? Sounds fun.”
20. “Touch yourself for me.”
Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)
21. “Try not to ruin the sheets, I just cleaned them.”
22. “Why is your dick out?”
23. “Boobies!”
24. “I think the condom broke.”
Oh, baby by @grounderxbellamy (Bellamy Blake x Reader)
25. “Cute underwear.”
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50 Positive Quotes
1 Nothing is impossible, the word itself says “I’m possible”! —Audrey Hepburn
2 I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. —Maya Angelou
3 Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right. —Henry Ford
4 Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence. —Vince Lombardi
5 Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. —Charles Swindoll
6 If you look at what you have in life, you’ll always have more. If you look at what you don’t have in life, you’ll never have enough. —Oprah Winfrey
7 Remember no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. —Eleanor Roosevelt
8 I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination. —Jimmy Dean
9 Believe you can and you’re halfway there. —Theodore Roosevelt
10 To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart. —Eleanor Roosevelt
11 Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears. —Les Brown
12 Do or do not. There is no try. —Yoda
13 Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve. —Napoleon Hill
14 Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, Dream, Discover. —Mark Twain
15 I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed. —Michael Jordan
16 Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value. —Albert Einstein
17 I am not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions. —Stephen Covey
18 When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. —Henry Ford
19 The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any. —Alice Walker
20 The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. —Amelia Earhart
21 It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light. —Aristotle Onassis
22 Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. —Robert Louis Stevenson
23 The only way to do great work is to love what you do. —Steve Jobs
24 Change your thoughts and you change your world. —Norman Vincent Peale
25 The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. —Ayn Rand
26 If you hear a voice within you say "you cannot paint," then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced. —Vincent Van Gogh
27 Build your own dreams, or someone else will hire you to build theirs. —Farrah Gray
28 Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck. —Dalai Lama
29 You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have. —Maya Angelou
30 I have learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes fear. —Rosa Parks
31 I would rather die of passion than of boredom. —Vincent van Gogh
32 A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty. —Unknown
33 A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new.——Albert Einstein
34 What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do. —Bob Dylan
35 I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do. —Leonardo da Vinci
36 If you want to lift yourself up, lift up someone else. —Booker T. Washington
37 Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless. —Jamie Paolinetti
38 If you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask what seat! Just get on. —Sheryl Sandberg
39 Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture the heart. —Ancient Indian Proverb
40 When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us. —Helen Keller
41 Everything has beauty, but not everyone can see. —Confucius
42 How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. —Anne Frank
43 When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy”. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life. —John Lennon
44 The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
45 We can’t help everyone, but everyone can help someone. —Ronald Reagan
46 Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear. —George Addair
47 We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. —Plato
48 Nothing will work unless you do. —Maya Angelou
49 I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the water to create many ripples. —Mother Teresa
50 What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality. —Plutarch
#quotes#positivevibes#positive#buddha#buddhism#buddhist#enlightenment spiritualawakening reincarnation tibetan siddhi yoga naga buddha
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BTS Caretaker CH18
Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?
- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)
- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au
- Word Count: 4,121
- Author Note: I apologize if some of the thing in BTS caretaker sound cringy, i wrote this in 2017 lool so the old me is so hmmm , hahaha as much i wanted to edit it again, Im afraid i am gonna change the whole thing :< so i leave it be ahhaa thank u for reading <333
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Chapter 18
“To earth Ji Seul, why you look extremely lost these days?” Mrs Hwang nagged while her hand place the pancake swiftly filling the empty plate. Exhaling a tired sigh, Seul pinched the bridge of her nose easing the tense in her head. Her mother was not convinced with her answers, so she probed from Seul again “Did something happen at work? With the boys again? Or were you caught by their managers?” she bombarded her with questions.
Seul grimaced “It has nothing to do with the boys. Thankfully, I didn’t bump into any of them these days. They must be busy” her tone of voice was rather confusing at that time. Mrs Hwang on the other hand noticed the discomfort on her daughter’s face.
“If it has nothing to do with any of the boys, why Jin sent me a text in the middle of night just to ask your whereabouts?”
Seul look dumfounded as she flinched upon hearing Jin’s name “Why is he texting you and asking my whereabouts?” she mumbled with a little confusion evident across her face. As far as she concerned, the last text that they exchanged was two days ago. A simple new year message with a smiley emoji at the end of it, and she did give him a quick reply afterwards.
“According to Jin, he couldn’t reach you since yesterday”
“Why is he so clingy? What a mama boy, you are not even his mother. You are mine” Seul rolled her eyes in annoyance. Now, Jin went behind her back just to annoy her. Great.
“Technically, I raised those boys. They can claim me as their mother whenever they want. So, did you actually check your phone?” the older woman raised her eyebrows with so much interest. Most likely her interest was focusing on Seul’s love life. Considering how Jin would always come to her after his fail attempt to reach Seul, it appeared a little too fishy to her.
Her replied was a short no yet she quickly grabbed her phone to look for Jin’n text. Seul bit her lower lips reading through Jin’s message that sounded unimportant at first however her eyes rounded upon reading the last text left by him.
“OH MY GOD!”
“What? Why? What did Jin say?” glancing at Seul’s bewildered expression trigger her curiosity.
“OH GOD! I TOTALLY FORGOT!” she patted her forehead softly, humming to some low cusses. Unamused, Mrs Hwang gave her daughter a stern look still waiting for her answers, and the panic girl finally spoke up “They are filming their music video today, so Jin has already placed an order from our store a week ago. A food support for the staffs! I totally forgot about that. And I am in charge of it. Shoot, how can I forget that!”
“Tsk, Ji Seul when will you stop this clumsiness of yours”
She took a glance at her phone screen again “I only have three hours to prepare the thing” grunting under her breath, she tapped her fingers on the table nervously.
“And why are you still here? Go, before you upset your client!” her mother gave her a final look accompanied by a soft flick against her forehead making the girl squirmed. Pouting away the pain that consumed her, she leaned in giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek.
“I will get going now, don’t forget your treatment today. I have reminded Hoon about it, he is free this evening and will pick you up. Don’t go alone mother” she reminded her like an old grandmother causing the older woman to chuckle in her seat.
She nodded “Alright old woman, stop nagging me. Now, go!”
“Bye mother” with a final wink, clumsy Seul strutted to the main door with one hand tying her shoelace and other hand clutching onto phone near her ears. It would be one hell of a day if she failed to deliver it as requested. Her friendship with Seokjin was that close to the extent of exchanging the information of their personal life. The only thing he knew was Seul had another job which wasn’t only caretaking the boys, and that she worked in a tea shop.
Therefore, it led to this task that she’s willing to do for Jin.
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“Alright that cup should go that way, you don’t want them to knock it off when they line up later” Seul scanned the truck diligently making sure they reposition the things that she pointed out few seconds ago. With a satisfied smile, Seul beamed “That will do! Thank you” the male shot her a grateful smile and proceed with other job.
Thanks to Wongeun, she was able to complete everything within two hours since the guy kept on track of special services requested by their client making it easier for Seul tending her job. She arrived at the filming location that was set one hour away from the city. An abandoned building, and it was intimidating at first but as soon as her eyes laid on the vehicles and staffs working on the other side put her at ease. At least she was heading to the right place.
One of the staffs in her early 30’s walked up to Seul with a friendly smile “Are you here for BTS food support from Armys?” she tilted her head scrutinizing the banner hanging loosely against the truck.
“Oh no, this is actually BTS food support for the staff. They have personally hired our shop to deliver it for everyone” her small eyes rounded as if trying to process the information that she just received and soon to be replaced with a wide grin.
“Really? We are not aware of it! Thank you, I will bring you to meet their manager then. We are filming the last scene at the 4th floor” she escorted Seul as she nodded willingly, tailing the friendly staff from back. Seul had to find warmer place, her white was turning a rosy in the cold.
Gnawing at the area, Seul was amazed to see the huge set prepared for the filming. The filming set was even colder indoor, though it was dusty, she could see staffs running from every corner tending their job patiently. Since this was her first time, she was a little excited to witness everything in live. Every nook and cranny of the area were filled with staffs and expensive equipment. That made this thing turned into a little dreamy for herself. Not that she ever imagined taking a step into such a large set, it was more amazing to be able to witness the boys danced to their new songs before her.
Hiding behind the staffs, she took a peak at the loud music boomed across the room. She heard shuffled of footsteps against the dirty floor, they were dancing hard. Amused Seul could not take off her eyes at the boys dancing to the music so perfectly and every step taken by them were super on point.
Who could stop these babytan. They were beyond amazing.
She noticed how their hair colour had changed following their upcoming back. Even though, she was watching them attentively, Seul made sure to be careful just in case one of the boys noticed her presence there. Facing the boys were the last thing that she ever wanted today.
Light taps on her shoulder brought her out of her dreamy state “Miss, the manager is still out for an errand, but he requested you to wait in the waiting room” Seul smiled and complied to her words. Taking a last glance at the boys, she didn’t realize her eyes met Jungkook’s causing the maknae to lose focus for a second.
“Cut! I think we need to retake one more time, Jungkook’s part is not in sync with others” the director exclaimed.
Jungkook bowed deeply “I apologize for my mistake Director-nim”
“Nah, it is alright. You guys have danced for an hour non-stop. Let’s take five!” Jungkook’s eyes were diligently looking for that one person that he hopped to see ever since the new year night. Ever since the thing he had with Seul three weeks ago, he had no time to visit the girl. Another thing was that, he totally forgot to ask for her number instead he just fled into thin air that night without a word.
What would she think of him?
“Jungkook-ah, your makeup next to be fixed” said one of the stylists making the younger guy to turn to her with a blank expression getting ready to be pampered again.
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Hoseok was monitoring their individual shots from the cameras while cackling excitedly. Stood beside him was sleepy Jin, whom ended up laughing along to Hoseok sudden outburst as they made fun of each other. When Jimin’s individual shot came in slow motion, the two older guys hollered “Look at Jiminie! He looks so squishy here” Hoseok retorted.
“I look super awkward here, look at my hand” pointed Jimin with a small pout.
“No, you are not! You look great, this look need to be protected at all cost” Jin smug proudly, resting one of his arms on Jimin’s shoulder. Namjoon’s butt in, chuckling away showing off his dimple “How did you stroke your hair like that? Does this hair need to be comb all the time” the leader teased Jimin only to receive a small whack from Jimin across his arm.
“I think Namjoon hyung looks the coolest when he raps” Jimin returned the compliment earnestly. To be truth, Namjoon is a cutie behind the camera but when he’s on camera his character change instantly as he’s living up to the name, Rap Monster. The boys would always spend their times monitoring each other during the break and ended up with compliments or mere tease just to liven up the mood.
Yoongi on the other side was getting his hair styled back to its original state earlier this morning, and immediately snapped his head to the boys’ direction upon he heard his name being summoned.
“Yoongi hyung running is as funny as me running” Namjoon gruffy giggled garnered the older guy’s attention.
“YAH KIM NAMJOON I HEARD THAT” Yoongi scowled with a meaningful glare.
Namjoon raised his hand in defeat “I did not say anything, Jimin did” like a flash he fled from the scene before getting nagged. Jimin gave the leader a disbelief looks as he returned his attention back to the screen, joining others laughing at their new victims, Jeon Jungkook.
The younger guy came with a confused face at first and quickly turned sour as soon as he realized his hyungs were teasing him. Jimin glanced at Jungkook’s side profile, smiling warmly like a proud brother he is, earning the latter’s attention. Noticing the stare, he received from Jimin, he swung his arm around Jimin’s neck, breaking into his cute bunny smile. They needed no word to describe how much they cared of each other, it was long gone ever since they became friends.
One single look meant everything. It was well understood by them.
Burying himself in his jacket deeper to seek warmth at the corner was Namjoon. He leaned against the cold wall, with his eye fixated on his phone screen. A message popped up from his screen got him to straighten his body almost immediately, as his forehead creased into deep frown.
His eyes scanned the area carefully making sure no one caught him acting weird before he left the area to more secluded place. Namjoon’s slender fingers glided across the screen and pressed his phone closed to his ears desperately to reach someone “Come on pick up” he grumbled in annoyance.
Attempt after attempt yet he failed to reach that one person he’s been dying to see since the news broke. His heart was broken into pieces upon receiving the news from Bang Pd a day ago however he would not let the thing to mess up his concentration on this filming.
Not to mention, he was scheduled to meet Bang Pd tomorrow so what’s the point of bringing it up now. He refused to believe the rumours that he heard at first, but it became more evident when he failed to reach the person to get the confirmation. Was it just him or the person was trying to avoid him? The truth was out to public now. The person had been keeping the secrets away from him when he deserved to know the truth.
It was hard for both of them. Yes.
It was complicated. Yes.
It did not give that person any right to go behind his back and left him in the dark.
It was torturous for him too.
Namjoon had been trying to keep his composure cool since yesterday despite the issues that he’s having right now. He did not want to disappoint his bandmates not when they had worked so hard for this comeback. Bangtan topped everything, he could not risk the group for his personal problem. When this filming end today, he would solve this thing right way.
Yes, that was the actual plan.
It came to no avail, when she came unannounced.
“SHIT! PICK UP” he grew frustrated. Namjoon really wanted to stop her from ruining this filming but that woman was so thick headed. For once and all, he had to end this. With that, he picked up all his might to make a quick run to the south wings. He sprinted using the last ounce of his energy in hope he would be the first one to reach there. Things could go from bad to worst in the blink of an eye.
Namjoon could not let that happen. Not here.
‘Please please don’t be inside’ he chanted inside his mind on repeat as he made a sharp turn at the corner, entering the room. His eyes landed on a figure with her back facing him, and without thinking straight he embraced the person into a tight hug.
He knew she was struggling in his embrace, but he did not care any of that. All he cared was to hug her one last time before he heard the sad truth. “Nuna…Is it true” he buried his face at the crook of her neck, fighting his own tears. Namjoon inhaled her sweet scent which he found oddly different that she usually does. Did she change her perfume?
Screw that. He demanded answer from her now. It was the truth he needed.
Her heavy breathing could be heard clearly as she was about to say something, however Namjoon was quick enough to hush her with another reply “No don’t answer yet. I don’t think I am ready to hear the answer from you, nuna” said Namjoon. His voice was completely broken as his tears already cascaded down wetting her shirt.
She gasped knowing Namjoon was crying and ran her fingers to his arm that wrapped securely around her, trying to loosen it up a little but come to no avail. He held onto her even closer “Nuna..Why is this happening to us? I thought, you wanted to wait until we figure this thing out” the latter mumbled.
“I am sorry nuna, it is my fault. I should have just make up my mind about you. If and only I am being honest to myself and Bang PD, this would not happen. You would not be….married to someone else… and you lost.. your job because of me” her mind paused momentarily, and her heart sank allowing the sadness engulfed it darkening her world.
“I tried… I really tried to fight for us. I did not try hard enough. Why are you marrying him when you told me that you love me? Am I a fool to you? Does my world is a little bit too much for you to handle? Why…you lied to me? You ignored me for a month. You did not even look at me. You are disgusted of me. Am I embarrassing you?” Namjoon’s word came out at once as if he’s rapping through it.
It stabbed her heart, the pain that he experienced, she could feel it.
Another silence.
Namjoon’s breath was shaky, he bit his lower lips holding back the resentment that he had for her. All the time that he spent to fight for this love burnt down to ashes in one night. He felt his world crumbled down in front of him, what else could he expect?
She’s married to someone else.
She gave him hope when she knew it was impossible to be together again.
She fooled him.
She toyed his feeling.
She was toxic.
Their relationship was toxic.
And, it came to this.
He must end it.
“I…am letting you go. Loving you was a mistake. Holding onto you was a mistake. Falling for you was my biggest mistake. I will mend my broken heart but..i will never forget what you did to us. You always put the blame on me. Now, I know who to blame” Namjoon murmured, raising his head slowly. He’s ready to face the truth now.
Bang PD was right, there’s no point on holding onto something that’s not his.
If she really loved him, she would wait for him.
“Fate is to be blame. The time that we spent was beautiful, so did the things that pain us” she heard him continue with so much regret and anger. His harsh breath gave her a goose bump. She needed a moment to decipher everything that she heard, why was it so complicated? It burdened her to witness something that she’s not supposed to.
‘Seul you are in a deep shit’ she mentally cursed hoping that Namjoon would allow her to say something and free her from this.
“Namjoon-ah….what are you do-ing?” there was another voice behind them, a familiar one to Namjoon. It came to his realization that the woman in front of her was not the same person that he expected it to be. Reality hit him so hard making him to spin clueless Seul facing him “W..hat” his face was losing colour when her face came into the picture, it was, Seul, their caretaker.
“What are you doing here…..” he breathed.
The woman made way inside with discomfort look evident across her face “We need to talk Namjoon-ah…” she eyed Seul from head to toe with a hint of jealousy. Namjoon still could not believe he just said something foolish in front of Seul and as a result showing the weak side of him. No one knew about his relationship except for his members. For some reason, Bang PD discovered it a day ago that rendered him speechless.
Out of nowhere, their caretaker was there and witnessed something that she’s not supposed to, how screwed up this could be. There was a long silence between the three, and Seul was still a little tipsy over Namjoon’s unintended confession awhile ago causing her mind went numb.
A pair of warm and small hand wrapped around her wrist startling her, bringing her soul back to her body. Seul’s dark brown orbs melted into Jimin’s soft one as their eyes met “Let’s go, you are at the wrong place” he murmured under his breath. Giving a quick glance at Namjoon, the older guy averted his gaze from meeting him. He was too embarrass to face Jimin as if he could read Jimin’s mind demanding an explanation and to fix the mess that he created.
Namjoon watched Jimin and Seul figure disappeared from his vicinity leaving him and his lover in the empty room.
“Let’s talk then”
He would find his ending soon.
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The two of them were standing side by side at the rooftop, staring blankly into the darkness. Seul knew the scene awhile ago was not intended for her to see, yet she couldn’t stop replaying it inside her mind. Namjoon’s sadness lingered and scarred her. Just how much it pains him, she wondered.
“Are you alright?” Jimin inquired could not comprehend the silence anymore. He gazed at Seul with concern hoping the girl was not too affected by it. Jimin ended up following Namjoon a while ago since he wanted to notify him about the filming only to see the guy dashed in panic passed him. Hence, to his surprise, Jimin saw Namjoon was holding onto a girl inside the room and he heard everything. Seul’s presence inside the room surprised him even more then he realized Namjoon messed it up.
He did not want to pressure the older guy anymore, therefore he came into decision to bring Seul out of the mess and let Namjoon settled his issues first. Sooner or later, Namjoon would open up to them about his problem. Jimin’s main concern was Seul seeing how pale she appeared, he knew it was not a good idea to stall.
It took her a moment to regain herself back before responded to Jimin accompanied with a heavy sigh “Yeah.. I did not expect to witness that. I feel guilty for…you know.. invading his privacy. It is his secret” Seul looked down on her feet with deep guilt.
“Don’t be.. Things happen for a reason. Namjoon hyung was not in a right mind either to differentiate you with her” Jimin smiled sadly.
“I am sorry for being a nuisance. I am complicating things for him. I really hope she doesn’t misunderstand. That will be bad”
“She deserved that. She hurt hyung. She deserved to be hurt” She decided to seal her mouth and not to ask further questions. Seul looked up, scrutinizing Jimin’s sharp feature. His eyes fluttered close, as soft sigh escaped from his pink plump lips making him even more dashing under the shining stars. She could not remember when was the last time to see Jimin this up close probably ever since the embarrassing bedroom scene last year.
Until then, Seul had no chance to meet any of them as they were busy preparing for their comeback.
“What are you doing here Seul-ssi?”
“It has been a long time, right? Well, I am here to work. The food truck outside is prepared for the staffs as a gratitude from you guys. Didn’t Jin inform all of you at all about that?”
“Ah..yes Jin hyung did mention about the food support thing. Didn’t know you’re working for the company?” his cheeks were tugged upwards into a cute smile.
Seul smiled softly “I work for them, so it is a special request made by Jin a week ago. I was about to leave discreetly until something unexpected came up, I guess we are fated to meet after all” she rubbed the back of her neck. Speaking of fate, these days Seul decided to just follow the flow of her life instead of putting too much pressure and plan on it. She grew tired running away from the truth therefore she’ll see how things went then came up with counter measure afterwards.
“Cool. You are a caretaker and a tea lady” he retorted with a light chuckle.
She found herself smiling at the image of his pink ears, as it matched his hair due to the coldness. Seul pulled out the heat pack casually from her jacket, since she brought extras with her. “Jimin-ssi, you may need this” she tiptoed a little matching his level and pressed the heat pack on both side of his neck.
“Keep warm, you don’t want to get sick” her eyes glimmered brightly melting Jimin’s heart. Jimin was lost in her kind gesture, as his hand skidded on top of hers “Thank you” he squished her hands.
Seul turned crimson red at the contact “Hmm..No problem” she pulled her hand quickly which upsets him a little. The feeling was soon washed over by Seul’s next move. She took off her warm gloves and took his hand in her sliding the glove over it without trouble. Seul repeated the same step with his other hand without breaking the smile on her face.
“As I expected, it is the same size” she unconsciously caressing Jimin’s hand admiring it as if she’s the girlfriend. She bit down her tongue and hold back the coldness that started to lick her exposed skin. Releasing Jimin’s hand, she answered her phone nodding throughout the process. From the conversation, Jimin knew she’s ready to go but was he ready to see her go?
“Jimin-ssi, I have to go to meet your manager. Get inside and keep yourself warm alright? See you around” she never forgets to give a quick bow before leaving dazed Jimin behind. He smirked knowingly as he clasped his hand together loving the warmth from Seul’s knitted weave gloves.
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#bts fic#bts fanfic#btscaretaker#jungkook x oc#yoongi x oc#bts fluff#bts romance#jungkook fluff#kpop fanfic#bts fanfiction#namjoon x oc#jimin x oc#yoongi fluff
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ppumeonae-bigvibe prompts a), b) and c)
do request because my inbox is lonely :<
add a) or b) or c) in front of the number so it's easier for me to keep track of what i wrote as well ❤️
if you want to use my prompt list please tell me or tag me in a post because these are ideas i derived on my own :(
prompt list a)
1. “Do you want me to leave?”
2. “I swear it won’t happen again.”
3. “I’m not jealous.”
4. “You can’t keep doing this.”
5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”
7. “You did what?!”
8. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
9. “Don’t ask me that.”
10. “I might have had a few shots.”
11. “What’s with the box?”
12. “Say it!”
13. “I could kiss you right now!”
14. “Are you done with that?”
15. “Are you still awake…?”
16. “Excuse you?”
17. “This is all your fault!”
18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
19. “I could kill you right now!”
20. “Just admit I’m right.”
21. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
22. “That’s irrational.”
23. “Just pretend to be my date.”
24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”
25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”
26. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”
27. “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”
28. “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”
29. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”
31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!”
32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”
33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
34. “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”
35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”
36. “Did I say that out loud?”
37. “Do you think they could have loved me?”
38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
39. “How long have you been standing there?”
40. “Have I ever lied to you?”
41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.”
43. “I am not losing you again!”
44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
46. “I just need to be alone right now.”
47. “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”
48. “I made a mistake.”
49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”
50. “I need you to forgive me.”
51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”
52. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”
53. “I’m flirting with you.”
54. “I’m not good enough for you.”
55. “I fell in love with my best friend.”
56. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
57. “I’m up to the challenge.”
58. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.”
59. “I’m yours.”
60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
61. “If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!”
62. “It’s okay to cry…”
63. “What do you mean? It’s exciting!”
64. “Talk to me.”
65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?”
66. “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”
67. “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!”
68. “Well, this is where I live.”
69. “We finish it the same way we started—together.”
70. “What are you afraid of?”
71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”
72. “You deserve so much better.”
73. “You don’t have to stay.”
74. “You don’t know you the way I do.”
75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
77. “You shouldn’t have even been there!”
78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
80. “Teach me?”
81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”
82. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”
83. “Just once.”
84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
85. “It’s not what it looks like.”
86. “I got you a present.”
87. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
88. “See, now, was that so bad?”.”
89. “You’re the best part of me.”
90. “I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”
91. “Can I hold your hand?”
92. “Let’s move in together.”
93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”
94. “What time is it?”
95. “Just wait a second.”
96. “Here, let me.”
97. “You’re so cute when you pout like that.”
98. “Hold me back!’
99. “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”
100. “I adore you.”
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prompt list b)
1. "You know what? I love you too."
2. "If you give me a kiss I may reconsider."
3. "Promise me a whole night of cuddling."
4. "When I am asleep I dream about you. Yet when I am awake I desire you all day long. "
5. "My hands are sweaty but I still want to hold yours."
6. "My heart is telling me not to give you up."
7. "You're pretty. I'm cute. Together we would be pretty cute."
8. "I want to be the person that is always on your mind."
9. "You're lucky I love you. Otherwise..."
10. "Every love song I listen to reminds me of you."
11. "With you, words don’t matter because we have an even deeper connection."
12. "You're warm and toasty. I like that."
13. "Your smile is the first thing I want to see whenever I wake up in the morning."
14. "I would love it if you call me yours."
15. "Lovely is my middle name and falling for you is my game."
16. "I keep getting lost in your eyes."
17. "I have found my purpose in life and that purpose is you."
18. "This single pringle is going for a date!"
19. “Somehow I just fell more in love with you."
20. "Think of me more often."
21. "The thought of being your significant other sounds like a wonderful future to me!"
22. "Did you dream of me?"
23. "I adore you."
24. "I'm so happy I could kiss you right now!"
25. "I'm an idiot. But I'm your idiot."
26. "If only you had a badge that said mine."
27. "I just pictured my future and it has you in it."
28. "Let me make you happy forever."
29. "You are by far one of the greatest things that happened to me."
30. "Meeting you for the first time? That was a chance. Bumping into you again? That's a coincidence. Finally being together with you? That's fate."
31. "It must be destiny that brought us together."
32. "I keep locking eyes with you and I don't know if it's a coincidence or that you are trying to get my attention."
33. "This is my girl/boyfriend!"
34. "Did you hear what I said? I love you!"
35. "You always know how to surprise me."
36. "Your smile melts my insides."
37. "I could recognize your voice anywhere. What kind of a girl/boyfriend would I be?"
38. "There are a million things I want to do with you and kissing is one of them."
39. "Just being in close proximity with you gives me butterflies."
40. "My favorite thing is to lie with my head on your chest. The feel of your fingers intertwined in mine and the gentle ba-dum of your heartbeat is all that I need to feel safe and happy."
41. "I keep falling in love with you over and over and over again."
42. "Thinking about you is my new job."
43. "Each time that I hear your voice, my heart skips a beat."
44. "Super cliche but can we kiss under this umbrella?"
45. "I love hearing your voice. Repeat that one more time."
46. "If you say I love you, really loudly three times, your wish will come true."
47. "I want you to be my first kiss. And my second and my third. And so on and so forth."
48. "You forgot to kiss me good morning."
49. "I never want you to stop loving me."
50. "I do not plan on chasing you forever. Instead, you should probably stop running away from me."
51. “You make me act like an idiot every time you are near me."
52. "I'll wait for you no matter how long the journey will be."
53. "Come to me. I want to cuddle you."
54. "I hate that I love you and want you like nobody else."
55. "I need you right now. Hugs?"
56. "Somebody once told me that all good looking guys are either taken or gay. I guess I'm good looking because you're now my girl/boyfriend."
57. "WHO ATE MY COOKIE BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO BEAT...! I mean bring you out on a date!"
58. "Truth or Dare? (Truth) Well, tell me who was your first kiss? (Rejects and chooses dare) Then I dare you to kiss me!"
[ 58. “You’re on my mind every moment. You are someone special to me.” ]
59. "It would be my pleasure if I was your first kiss."
60. "This weather is perfect for a stroll in a park. Preferably with your hand in mine."
61. "You can safely assume that I’m smiling whenever I text or call you."
62. "From a scale of one to ten, I would rate you beautiful."
63. "You light up my day any time I see you."
64. "I miss you so much I feel like a piece of me is missing when you aren't around me."
65. "You know why my favourite number is 5? Because I can do this 🖐️."
66. "It was either the alcohol or you. But I was drunk all the same."
67. "Together with you is my favorite place to be.”
68. "My heart is like a convenience store. It's open 24 hours for you."
69. "I get jealous because I don't want to lose you."
70. "All these mixed signals. I wish you would tell me what you felt."
71. "Sometimes I freeze in place, overwhelmed by the realization that I’m loved by the greatest person on earth."
72. "All my feelings for you are kept in this compartment. Right here. They are just waiting to come out."
73. "I don't know why I feel this way towards you."
74."You. Why do you always make me a nervous wreck whenever I'm around you?"
75. "Is that my sweater you're wearing?"
76. "This hoodie is made out of boyfriend material."
77. "I wish I could have met you years ago. I’ve wasted my whole dang diddly life."
78. "I once reached out to the stars but fell on the clouds. Thankfully the moon shone and lit up the skies, showing me the path back to the stars."
79. "My love for you is as vast as the skies, as deep as the oceans."
80. "To the world, you may be one person, but to one person you are the world."
81. "What's that in your eyes? Oh wait, that's me. I better be the only one you see."
82. "I'm supposed to be the cute one here~!"
83. "You won't do that because you love me too much!"
84. "Funny. When I thought things couldn't get any better, things do become better with you around."
85. "How did I get so lucky?"
86. "Best. Day. Ever."
87. "I don't know if anyone told you, but you are a good kisser. Actually, I better be your first kiss if not I'll get mad."
88. "I made this while thinking of you."
89. "I like to show off what's mine."
90. "Call me!"
91. "Hey, can I borrow a kiss? I’ll be sure to return it to you."
92. "Let me hold you to sleep. I’ll be the big spoon today."
93. "Do you want to go on a date...with me?"
94. "I didn't think I would come this far after asking you out. What's step 2?"
95. "I love the way you say you love me when I kiss you goodnight over the phone."
96. "I have eyes for you and only you."
97. "You belong to me. I’ll store you in my heart!"
98. "No thoughts empty mind 24/7 around you."
99. "You go your way and I’ll go your way too."
100. "If I'm dreaming don't ever wake me up from this fantasy."
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prompt list c)
1. Forehead touching
2. Hugging your/ his waist from the back
3. Sleeping/ lying down with your head on their laps/ their heads on your lap
4. Motherly instincts around you/ him
5. Playful arguments
6. Hands brushing past one another and one of you decides to hold the other’s hand
7. Sitting in your/ his lap to get their attention
8. Him kissing you to taste the flavour of your chapstick
9. Tummy rubs
10. Light kisses everywhere
11. Choosing outfits for the other to wear
12. Applying makeup for them and staring at him because they are just so good-looking
13. Him combing your hair/ you combing his hair
14. Showering together
15. Holding one another in each other’s embrace, gently swaying
16. Singing a lullaby until the other falls asleep
17. Crushing you under their weight when they launch themselves onto the bed
18. Tangled limbs
19. Shy giggling at what you/ he said to the other
20. “Speaking” in your own language
21. Doing things for the other
22. Making eye contact before breaking it as you/ they are blushing
23. Getting tongue-tied around you/ him
24. Cooking/ baking together
25. Him/ you spoiling the other with whatever the other wants
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4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?
Bright but argumentative. I was never afraid of pointing out things I didn’t feel were fair hfhddh
When we were learning numbers kids would often write 91 for nineteen, just flip them, y’know, and Ms. Potter yelled at the class for it. Baby Generiq went into it about how it was an understandable mix up because you do say the number first. In twenty-three you write the two first, so in nineteen it’s easy to assume you would write the nine first.
6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?
Tired.
8. movies or tv shows?
TV shows. Every book adaptation should also be a series not a movie. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
9. favorite smell in the summer?
Honeysuckle and sunshine
10. game you were best at in p.e.?
Floor hockey! My friend and I used to be brutal and swing at each other’s shins going after the ball. Also it was reminiscent of golf, which I competed in.
12. name of your favorite playlist?
I have an untitled playlist I cycle my current music in and out of, but Newton’s Third Law is my favorite named one!
14. favorite non-chocolate candy?
I don’t- I guess the yellow smarties. Don’t come for me they taste like lemonade.
15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?
I assume this means assigned book and not the reports we got to pick for ourselves. Ah, Night was good. Lord of the Flies was fine but way overhyped. Again, don’t come for me.
16. most comfortable position to sit in?
If I can tuck my legs into the chair I am sitting in that is ideal!
18. ideal weather?
When you know it is going to rain and you get to stay home
19. sleeping position? (Skipped on accident)
I reeeally like pressure, so either against something or on my stomach.
20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?
Phone notes and a notebook! Sometimes a blank document but I always find it strangely intimidating
21. obsession from childhood?
Warrior Cats, Percy Jackson, and Maximum Ride were my big three!
22. role model?
Aa I try to straw from people I want to copy, but there are talents I look up to. Rachel Chavkin is a brilliant director, and there are so many artists and authors I look up to and who inspire me.
24. favorite crystal?
Obsidian because it’s black like my hea- I’m kidding, I do love obsidian, but it’s Rose Quartz because it’s a very very pretty, soft pink and makes me happy.
25. first song you remember hearing?
The mobile above my crib played Imagine by John Lennon. My childhood room was themed after it as well!
26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?
Swim or sit in the sunshine. Ben and I usually go driving with the top down as well.
27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?
Walking through fresh snow is amazing, so are snowball fights and building snowmen.
28. five songs to describe you?
Oh fuck yes
Hurricane - Hamilton
The Reckless and the Brave - All Time Low
Almost There - The Princess and the Frog
All This and Heaven Too - Florence + the Machine
Facade - Jekyll and Hyde: A Gothic Musical Thriller
30. places that you find sacred?
I don’t typically find places sacred, but certain headspaces are very special to me, and time spent with loved ones means more than enough to be considered sacred.
31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?
A black blazer with a white button-down and a skirt.
32. top five favorite vines?
I am in Missouri (misery)
I love you, Bitch
I want a Church girl
Obama’s “I know because I won both of them”
I won’t hesitate, Bitch!
33. most used phrase in your phone?
“No worries”
34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?
That fucking PFI bandana boot sale I stg
35. average time you fall asleep?
Somewhere between 9:00 and three in the morning
36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?
Some girl doing bunny ears on her friend. I don’t remember what the caption was
38. lemonade or tea?
Both. Mixed together. It’s called an Arnold Palmer and it is my favorite drink
39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?
Lemon cake!
40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?
We duck taped out principal to the wall once. Also some kid broke their tray over another kid’s head at lunch one time.
41. last person you texted?
The family group chat, though Beau if Discord counts
42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?
I wear a lot of leggings so jacket pockets!
44. favorite scent for soap?
We had some Lily of the Valley hand soap that was amazing
45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?
Fantasy, I think! I’ve never done super heavy into the other two. Though I definitely don’t want to ignore sci-fi because two of my favorite stories are a little science-fiction-y
46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?
A t-shirt and shorts
48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?
A banana. Generally accepted as a fruit and kind of just rolls with it, but is actually a berry
49. what saying or quote do you live by?
I fucking hate Hamilton-ing on main, but
“And when my prayers to god were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance!”
50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?
That changes every time Beau and I play HetaOni together, but I have fucking lost it for at least five minutes the last two sessions.
51. current stresses?
I dunno, man, life? My hair could use a wash
52. favorite font?
Covered by your Grace and I’m a big Spectral baby. These are both google docs! I don’t know if that makes a difference.
54. what did you learn from your first job?
Patience is important when teaching material, but never be afraid to find another approach better suited to the person you’re tutoring.
55. favorite fairy tale?
Robin Hood!
56. favorite tradition?
My family does homemade Springfield cashew chicken for Christmas!
57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?
Uhh lots of self-acceptance shit no one really wants to read
58. four talents you’re proud of having?
I can pop the joint at the center of my foot
That’s all
60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?
I sort of like my role as mom friend, so maybe I could keep that role in a sort of action-based anime that followed a group of friends
61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?
“I am not the protégé to waste your time on; I'm complete!” Jekyll and Hyde: GMT
62. seven characters you relate to?
Haha
Lisa Carew - Jekyll and Hyde: GMT
Japan - Hetalia/Oni
Garnett - Steven Universe
Hfhddh that’s all I can say that aren’t my own characters
63. five songs that would play in your club?
I Don’t Like Clubs, but
Overwhelmed - Royal + The Serpent
Backseat Serenade - All Time Low
Go Big or Go Home - American Authors
The Nights - Avicii
Tempo - Lizzo
64. favorite website from your childhood?
Webkinz!
65. any permanent scars?
Yep - One from a bad bike wreck. My body rejected the dissolvable stitches so it’s a lot bigger than it was supposed to be
66. favorite flower(s)?
Lily of the Valley, daisies, Day Lilies, and Dandelions! I also love honeysuckles but I don’t know if those count.
68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?
Accidentally drank rancid milk once!
69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? (Haha, nice)
The fastest, free way to fill up your potions on Wizard101 is to play Potion Motion to level three.
70. left or right handed?
Right handed
71. least favorite pattern?
On myself, animal print
72. worst subject?
I’ve never been intuitively good at History, I do think it’s interesting though.
74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?
I don’t like to take it until I can’t move without it.
75. when did you lose your first tooth?
Kindergarten? I had mono and then scarlet fever twice, so my baby teeth were pretty much ruined and they all fell out very fast.
76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?
Curly fries!
77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?
Kalanchoe’s, it literally Window’s Thrill. These babies are fairly temperamental outside and love partial sun, so the window is the perfect spot for them. And! If you keep them happy! They’ll bloom! My personal favorite is the pink bloom.
78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?
What’s wrong with coffee from a gas station? Also I don’t like seafood.
80. earth tones or jewel tones?
Earth tones!
81. fireflies or lightning bugs?
Lightning bugs
82. pc or console?
PC!
84. podcasts or talk radio?
Podcasts - talk radios actually tend to get under my skin for n o reason
84. barbie or polly pocket?
Barbie, but let it be known I was brutal with mine. We did human sacrifices and the like.
85. fairy tales or mythology?
Mythology!
86. cookies or cupcakes?
Cookies, but I’m a slut for whipped frosting
87. your greatest fear?
Losing control!
88. your greatest wish?
A life beyond where I am now. Haha Stop chasing new down the hallway you’re so sexy haha
90. luckiest mistake?
Logged into Omegle in like 2015 and some rando asked me to join their Doctor Who roleplay. Luckiest moment of my gd life.
91. boxes or bags?
Bags! They’re easier to store
92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?
Sunlight! But in the late afternoon when everything is bathed in orange.
93. nicknames?
Mom is the most prevalent!
94. favorite season?
Fall into winter. Peak leaf crunch!
95. favorite app on your phone?
Discord or Notes
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The Beauty of Death
(NOTE: There is some gore and a little bit of an adult theme in here. Read at Your Own Risk!)
Sleeping. She was sleeping. But no one else knew that. Well, except for Flora, Fauna, and Merriweather. They knew. They were the ones that had put her in the middle of the giant bed anyway. Everyone in the castle was having a magnificent party for Prince Phillip. Well, now King Phillip the Magnificent. Flora had put Aurora into a beautiful pink ballgown, put her makeup on, and had brushed out her hair. Fauna had gone and retrieved a single red rose and placed it in Aurora’s unmoving hands. Merriweather, for her part in this, went and cleaned the bedroom top to bottom. Lastly, all three fairy sisters went and put an everlasting live spell upon Aurora, her rose, and castle bedroom. Should it take King Phillip longer to find her.
“I don’t understand why she had to be betrothed to that thing they call king!” Stated a grumpy Merriweather.
“Because he was the only prince at her christening, dear.” Fauna put simply.
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her,” Flora said, putting an end to their argument.
The sisters began to fly over the kingdom watching the festivities going on below. They had all decided not to let the rest sleep. They wanted to see what would happen if Aurora was left to be found on her own and not with their help. That had been a mistake. King Phillip was a horrible king. He took what he wanted, eat what he could get his hands on, had 5 wives’, and slept with more than just them. Each wife becoming younger as he got older. His first wife, Merenda, was 33. Just two years younger than him and had given him 5 children. They had been married since Philip’s 20th birthday. Amy, his 2nd wife at the age of 24, was 26 years old and pregnant with her 3rd child. Sophia was wife number 3 and at the age of 21, had just given birth to her 4th child. She had married Philip when he was 26. Miya was 19 years old and was his 4th wife and had been made his wife when he had turned 31. She was 3 months along with her first child. And finally, Lily was King Philip’s fifth wife at the age of 17. She had married him just 3 days ago and had yet to conceive a child. He already had 13 children, counting 2 on the way. Over the last 17 years, no one had noticed the overgrown vines on one of the castle towers. Or the three old women following the king, or when they were at the birth of each of the king’s children, or each of his wedding.
*(Wife age when married: Merenda-18, Amy-15, Sophia-12, Miya-15, and Lily-16
King age when married: Merenda-20, Amy-24, Sophia-26, Miya-31, and Lily-35)*
“I TOLD you that having him as a king would be bad!” Shouted an old woman in blue to her sister in red. The third sister in green was trying to keep them from ripping each other’s heads off. They were in a secret little alcove of the castle that no one knew about.
“I KNOW! I know. We should have just invited Maleficent to her christening and non-of this would have happened.” Replied Flora.
“Well, actually dearie. He would still have 5 or 6 wives.” Fauna stated.
When this had all stated, the sisters had expected King Philip to find Aroura right when he came back from killing Maleficent. Then three months later Old King Hubert had passed, and he had yet to even look for her. Merriweather had accidentally flown into the young king’s royal chambers to find him making the visiting Princess Rina into a Queen. After that, the sisters had sworn to never go into his bedroom again.
“Well, what are we supposed to do now? We must wake Aroura up somehow. And I’m pretty sure the Great and Gentle king, is out of the picture.” Flora asked.
They thought for a moment. But their thoughts were interrupted by sounds of screaming. Following the screams had brought them to the courtyard where King Philip was on his ass shaking and screaming for someone to “kill that monster!”. He was staring up at a beautiful blond in a long pink ballgown with ruby red lips and holding a single rose. The young girl, around 16 years old, was holding the first crowned prince’s hand. It seems King Philip’s firstborn, Prince James, had climbed the overgrown tower and woken Princess Aurora.
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As the young girl Prince James had found sat down for dinner King Philip looked at her in disgust. His wife’s and children might have separated him from her, but he could still see it. “Why must that thing sit and eat with us!” Demanded the king. His new wife, who he had made sit unnaturally close to him for a dinner, looked up at the young girl. She was beautiful. More so than the rest of them. She had a soft aura to her that made all the queen’s fell calm. Her violet eyes held a soft but powerful look to them. As if she were looking into a child’s face at telling them that the tiny little cut on their finger was nothing.
“She’s here because she is our guest father. She is my guest. And she can stay as long as she would like to.” Stated the prince. That had been the first time any of his male children had spoken back to him. The three females would receive a slap across the face and be sent to their rooms. The king glared at his eldest. He then grabbed the closest wife by the arm and dragged her to the closest bedroom, slamming the door’s behind him.
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As the king walked the hallway to his bedroom, leaving his wife in the room, the bells rang through the night. *Dong* He rounded the corner to find the young girl from that afternoon standing by his door. She looked beautiful, rather than what he had seen that morning. She wore a crisp white sleeping gown and her hair into a long bread. *Dong* They looked at each other as he stood by the door. *Dong* As he walked in with her right behind him, the king could feel himself getting excited. *Dong* As the foolish King Philip turned around, he felt something pears his chest. *Dong*
A scream ripped through the castle. It had come from the king's room.
There in the bed, in midmorning, lay King Philip. Dead. With a rose through his heart, blooming. Next to him lay a rotting corpse of a young girl, barely over 16, in a dirty ripped pink ballgown. Her hair the color of dirt, although you could make out the pure golden blond that it used to be, was just tuffs, with a small crown still upon her head. It was stained with rust and dirt. She was holding the rose that went through his chest. No one knew, except the three old women in red, blue, and green, that today was the 17th anniversary of Princess Aurora’s birth and death. Because 17 years ago, she had not fallen asleep, she had died, not due to the spindle, but because her prince had chosen to go back on his promise of having her for his wife and had slept with 30 others, he had made the same promise and never kept. Her prince had never come for her.
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I wrote this for my creative writing class. It was Halloween and we were told to write a story for a reverse fairytale story. I put them together.
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Enigma | Chapter 1
I didn't hit my 5000 words mark. It may seem rushed, so I do apologize. English is not my first language, and there may be some grammar and spelling mistakes.
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Enigma
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Chapter 1
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In Plain Sight
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-20 hours ago-
“I want you to find her. After that, I’ll give you the power you desire.” The doctor requested the newly appointed king. He sat in his cushioned chair with Johnny on his lap, tweaking the little nomu. A photograph of a young girl can be seen on the large computer screen, which reflected on the glass tube the High Ends were. From an outsider’s perspective, it almost looks like a funeral yet at the same time a shrine. A shrine an obsessed, deranged man worships, Daruma Ujiko.
Ujiko stared at the photo with such sick affection in his eyes, fully aware of Shigaraki’s need for the research he put his life into. But he won’t give him that so easily. No, no, no, Ujiko wants something in return. He wants Shigaraki has to find you, the young girl in the photograph.
It’s been eight long years since Ujiko last saw you. You were just a mere teenager filled with life in your eyes, always so happy, which could make anyone’s day. But then one summer night, you just disappeared. Gone without a trace. Like you never existed. During those eight years, Ujiko didn’t just sit there, he desperately searched for you, but in the end, he couldn’t find you.
Not even your dead body.
“She should be grown by now. The picture I gave you was taken when she was just 14.” Ujiko continued talking to Shigaraki through the earpiece, while still tweaking the small Nomu.
“Don’t you have anything new?” Shigaraki asked the doctor, Ujiko could hear a slight annoyance in his voice. He must be referring to the picture he gave the young boy. The picture was old, and he even said it himself, you should be all grown up by now. Ujiko place Johnny on the floor and looked at the photograph. There was a twinkle in his eyes as he stared at your eyes. You looked so tired in the picture, after all, it was taken first thing in the morning.
“I told you, she’s been missing for 8 years. She was just starting high school when I last saw her. That’s the only one I have of her.” Ujiko lied.
“Why do you want to find her all of a sudden?” Shigaraki questioned the doctor, who laughed at his childish question.
“You need a medic, don’t you?”
Shigaraki needs a cold drink. Thinking about the girl Ujiko requested to find was giving him a headache. He was so close, so fucking close, yet so far away from the powers he craves for. You were between him and that power: The years of research, countless nomu and whatever else the doctor has up his sleeve. All that could be his right here and now if it weren’t for you. You were also between him and the reproduction of the quick erasing bullet.
“Get me a drink” Shigaraki demand Re-Destro for a drink, which the odd-looking man was more than happy to oblige. Quickly rushing out of the room to get his Grand Commander something to drink.
“Damn her,” Sigaraki muttered when Re-Destro left the room. The silence of the room was filled with the aura of frustration Shigaraki was giving off and the vintage ticking of a wooden clock... He needs to find you as soon as possible.
Shigaraki is currently in the main meeting room of Paranormal Liberation Front; only the Grand Commander and Lieutenants have access to. This room will hold every single meeting, plans, or whatever the hell the Grand Commander needs each Lieutenant for. It was his Throne room.
The Symbol of Terror sat in the center chair, which Toga referred to as his throne, which was at the end of the long, black glass table. It was the most expensive chair in the meeting room, which was made out of leather and screamed: “I’m the leader”. Mr. Compress said Shigaraki reminded him of an Italian mafia boss.
Shigaraki took out his phone and searched for the picture the doctor gave him. He observed your foreign features, you don’t look Japanese yet you wore a Japanese uniform. Were you studying in Japan? How were you related to the doctor? He zooms in to the logo in your chest. It was a bit hard to read but it was there:
-Tokyo Kajii High School-
“Well, that’s a starting point.” Shigaraki rejoices at the sight of the yellow tread logo.
His finger accidentally touches the picture, which rolls up the picture to your eyes. Shigaraki red eyes stare at your pixelated ones, and deep within his raging heart, something wakens.
An alien-like and dangerous feeling.
Shigaraki knows deep down the doctor was hiding something from him.
“Hey,” Shigaraki called out to Re-Destro, who came back into the meeting room, his hand holding a bottle of wine and a clean glass.
“Y-Yes?” Re-destro, who has his attention immediately on Shigaraki, stutter in front of his leader.
“I need your men to find her,” Shigaraki ordered, holding the picture of the girl.
“She goes by (F/N, L/N).” Shigaraki continued giving your name to the pointy nose man.
“I’ll get to it right away.” With that said Re-Destro bolt to get the job done.
“Skeptic should be able to find her immediately.” Re-Destro thought as maneuver his way through the maze-like hallway. Shigaraki meanwhile took the bottle of wine and pour some for himself. It tastes disgusting and bitter, but even with the disgusting taste of the wine in his throat, his lips curl into a wicked smile.
He stared at her photograph again.
“She hid for eight long years.”
But not for long.
>>Main Quest Acquired<<
>>Find the Girl<<
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-Four days later-
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-Two days before New Years-
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11:30 pm
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Lately, Shigaraki found himself staring at her photos a lot recently, and he doesn’t understand why. Was it her expression? Her foreign looks? There’s a lot of foreigners in Japan, yet she captured his eyes. What is it? He doesn’t know and it’s beginning to get annoying.
The hunt was taking so long, Shigaraki silently applauds her for hiding for so long. She has gone eight years without behind found. Most of her documents turned up nothing like she never existed. Her high school was shut down 4 years ago, and every single file on her “vanished”. There was no record of her family either, but there was something even she failed to notice in her “flawless” hiding.
In Japan, there are two individuals that go by (F/N) Lee and Juliet (L/N). Both of them foreigners, and both of them are the same age as the girl. One of them turns out not to his girl, he doesn’t have any news on Juliet (L/N) yet. As Shigaraki stood in front of the large window, where the moon and stars twinkle across the mountain range, he couldn’t help but feel good about tonight.
Tonight could be the day they find you.
In a room hidden away in the large hideout, a tall and lanky man can be heard typing away rapidly. The darkroom was filled with the rapid typing sound and the exhaust fan from the computer console.
“We finally found her after four days of searching and she was hiding in plain sight.” The long banged man stated while typing away at his keyboard.
They found you.
“It’s amazing how many precautions she took to hide. I mean, she used two different identities.” Another man with slick black hair and small mustache said while looking at one of the many computer screens. He stared at the old picture of the girl Shigaraki ordered to hunt down and the new ones his fellow Paranormal Liberation Front Lieutenants finally found.
The first thing that caught his eyes was her foreign looks and her emotionless expression. He began to compare both the older photograph and the most recent one. She still had the same emotionless expression, and yet her features had grown with her.
She’s absolutely breathtaking.
In one photograph, which was taken from a distant, She wore a plain white dress shirt and black pants which was taken in a quiet cafe in Tokyo called Meo’s. There’s also this one the man held in his hand, staring with a slight twinkle in his eyes, it's almost like she was surprised at whoever that took the picture. Almost. She still wore her stoic expression.
As the man stares at the closeup photo, He could feel the blood rushing from his heart to his cheeks. His face was heating up as he stared at her bright eyes. His stare slowly began to travel down her luscious lips, which was tinted slightly in red lipstick. Perverted thoughts began to creep in his mind, only for the sound of paper printing snapped the man out of his stare.
“She’s working for Yamada! AH!”
“Calm down, Skeptic.”
“I am calm, Trumpet!” Skeptic’s reply was quick, but his expression was filled with great annoyance. But Trumpet knows how much Skeptic loathe Yamada Crop. The Feel Good, Inc. and the Yamada Crop. has been rival for so long, and anything that has to do with the Yamada Crop. pissed the living life out of him.
“Who’s going to go get her?” Skeptic asked as he waited for the papers to finish printing.
“I don’t know yet, Whoever he gives the order, I guess.” Trumpet answered. It all due respect to the New Grand Commander, Trumpet does not want to receive that order. As much as he wants the feeling of her skin on his, forcing her to come with him, He already has his plate full for the upcoming election...next year. But Trumpet knows he’s lying to himself, he doesn’t want her to dislike him...at all.
“I’ll hand these in. And I just hope it isn’t me.” Skeptic said in a calmly matter and got up from his chair. He took out a folder from the desk and placed all the paper in it, and wrote her name on the front in katakana.
Trumpet meanwhile looked at the most recent picture of the young girl--no...the woman. He secretly hopes she’ll come willingly without any fights, he doesn’t want her pretty face to be a wreck.
Back in the empty meeting room, Shigaraki look through the folder Skeptic just handed to him. It was filled with endless information about her current life. She works for the Yamada Crop: a giant multimedia company, which explains how she could live in Grand Garden Luxury Apartment in the Greater Tokyo Metropolitan area.
“She was hiding in plain sight.” Shigaraki thought to himself while staring at her most recent photograph. He took a pic of her and sent it to the doctor. He looked through another paper, an invitation to an event that she’ll be in.
The Yamada Crop has invited you to our annual New Years Party. There will be a live performance, food--
He stopped reading. It took four days, four fucking days, but here she is. He looked at her most recent photo once again, and a malicious smile crept on his face.
She most certainly has grown.
He must see you in person in New Years.
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The soft piano from Clair De Lune can be heard in the cold laboratory. One of the computer screens had a picture of a young girl, and next to that was another picture of the same girl...but grown. Ujiko walked toward his chair with an old leather photo album in his arms, which held some of his most treasured memories.
You.
Those wonderful years he spent with you meant everything to him. Watching you grow whenever he visits. Whenever you would visit him, filling his day with joy and happiness. The way you would waddle your way to his embrace. The memories of you playing the piano for him with a peaceful smile on your face.
-Tempo rubato-
And he’ll never forget the day when you awaken your quirk.
What a beautiful day that was. The horror in your face when you couldn’t control it, your scream echoed throughout the neighborhood, sobbing and screaming in your mother’s arm as she tried to comfort you.
And the car-size crater you left behind.
Oh, how he regrets not turning you into a Nomu back than! But to his relief, back than Nomu was just a concept, an idea, that he never imagined would ever come true. But soon, that idea came to flourish, and it was beautiful.
The day he went to your house, that was supposed to be filled with laughter and happiness, was empty and silent. Shelves were knocked down, books scattered everywhere. The glass windows were shattered, letting in the cold air of the night. The pictures of you and your family were broken on the wooden floor. There was a faint smell of gasoline lingered through the hallways. And there was blood. The house looked like a massacre and for the first time in his life, Ujiko felt an alien feeling running through his vein: fear.
He lost you.
That was the day he wanted to use your quirk to make nomu, it was going to be his offering to his lord: All For One. The Nomu with your quirk...with your DNA, would’ve been more perfect than the High Ends.
You were supposed to be the mother to all of the perfect nomu. But as he looks through the baby pictures of you, Ujiko was happy he scrapped that plan. He got a better plan in mind. He’ll still put you to good use, no doubt.
Ujiko hopes you can bring his God back to his prime.
Once he's done with you, you’ll be offered up to All for One.
Ujiko turned off the music and contact Shigaraki once more. If you’re going to be here, then he’ll need one more piece for this reunion.
“I have one more job for you...I need you to bring me Nines…”
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Two train ride away in Tokyo, pass the park that leads to the Grand Garden apartments, your eyes snapped open, heart pounding in your chest like a drum. You were breathing heavily, your hair was sticking to your sweaty face. Your eyes were red from waking up suddenly, stinging as you blinked rapidly.
You had a nightmare again. A nightmare about him, and the incident from the summer night. These nightmares were almost like a memory you relieved over and over and over again.
It is a memory.
You heard children playing outside, and the light trying to peek through the curtains. You breathing soon calmed down, the pounding of your heart went back to normal. But your clean and quiet apartment was soon filled with the buzzing of your phone.
“It’s already morning?” You thought as you sat up on your bed and grabbed your phone; There are 2 missed calls, 4 text messages, and 2 emails from your workplace.
It was January 1st, 3:00 pm.
“I overslept…” You muttered to yourself, which sounded more like a question. Normally you would wake up early and get on with your days. You check the missed call, which was from your boss: Shuichi Yamada. It was supposed to be your day off, so you wonder why he was calling you. You called him and waited patiently for him to pick up. He was a busy man, so it didn’t surprise you when the phone went straight to voicemail.
“He’ll call me back...In the meantime, I’ll take a shower.” You said to yourself and began to stretch when you got up. The satisfying sound of your bones cracking would tell outsiders that you had a good night rest but in reality, you felt the exact opposite. You’re still so exhausted, both physically and mentally. You wanted to go back to bed and sleep for a few more hours, but that wasn’t healthy. You have to get up and start with your day.
Your feet began to move toward the bathroom, the cold hardwood floor gave an odd sensation on the warm sole of your feet. Once you entered the bathroom, you shut and locked the door. Even in the privacy of your own home, you tend to lock the bathroom out of habit. You always had a strange thought in the back of your mind, that someone may be watching you.
You discard the tank top and shorts, leaving your naked skin screaming for any warmth in the cold bathroom. You turn the warm water in the bathtub and let it fill up, during this time you began doing your daily routine; brushing your teeth, scrubbing your skin with a wonderful smelling body wash, and cleaning your hair.
“The bathwater is ready” You heard the robotic Japanese lady say. You finished cleaning your skin and entered the bathtub.
“Ah~ this feels so nice.” You thought, letting your stiff body relax in the warm water. A small smile formed on your face, it was moments like this where all of the worries and anxieties just seem to vanish from your mind and body. You’ll spoil yourself for 15 minutes because once you get up from the bathtub, all of the worries and anxieties will rush in like a tsunami. You closed your eyes and began to inhaling and exhaling in a small meditation ritual. You blocked out everything except the water dripping from the faucet and began matching your breathing with the drops.
With each breathing, you allowed your mind to wander off to a small, happy memory of your childhood. The memories of laughter, the smell of baked treats your father would make you, and the sweet lullaby your mother would sing as she brushes your hair. They were such wonderful and warm memories.
Reality slapped you with the harsh ringing from your phone. You got up and quickly dried your skin and warped yourself in the fluffy white towel. Rushing to your room, you quickly answer the phone before it hit the 6th ring.
“Hello?” You greeted your boss while securing the towel around your body tightly.
“Heyy! (L/N), I was just checking up on ya. You’re still coming right?” Suichi said in an enthusiastic voice and got straight to the point. You didn’t answer him, what the fuck was he talking about?
“(L/N), you forgot didn’t you?”
“Damn it! He’s talking about that party! I don’t want to go…” You thought in annoyance as he began ranting about the important people that’ll be there. You wiped your free fingers on the hem of the fluffy white towel.
“I don’t--”
“Please don’t embarrass me! I’m begging you, please come!” Yamada didn’t even let you finish as he begged. You signed, there’s no way through him. You wanted to spend this day relaxing, which means staying home and watching a movie and sleeping! Not socializing with arrogant assholes who think they’re better than everyone.
But you couldn’t say no.
And so you agree, Yamada thanked you and hung up soon after. You placed your phone on the bed, looking at the wet floor made by your footprint, the peaking light from your curtain reflected on the footprints. And you began to rethink your choices.
Should you go?
Or should you stay?
If you knew what was going to happen to you...what would you have done differently?
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That day, New Years, Shigaraki gave us a simple order. Keep an eye on you. I wished...back then...I wish I told you to run. To get the hell away from here…
But I didn’t want to disobey him...
...Back than...I didn't know...
If I could go back in time...I would tell you to run.
I wish I could...
Reader is a foreigner, this will be important later. Anyway I hope you enjoyed chapter one, I'm 1/3 done with chapter two, so I can't wait for you guys to read it. Chapter One does seem a bit confusing, I was actually going to something like that. But don't worry it'll make sense soon.
Thank you for reading.
#shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#bnha imagines#fan fic writing#writing#shigaraki tomura#Shigaraki#bnha shigaraki
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Dammit Peeta!
So this idea came to me while at work and since today I got a 3 hour sit, I wrote majority of this. Yay productivity! So all mistakes are mine. Can’t believe I finished an everlark story even if it is a dabble~ Enjoy!
Note: Its been edited so hopefully I got all the errors now.
“No, no, no, no, no” Katniss mumbled as she looked at the results. They have known each other for years but they finally acted upon their feelings just last year. Ok...who are we kidding, it was she that finally gave in into her feelings. She was hesitant about ruining the great friendship that they had but enough was enough when an event occurred that left her totally embarrassed outside for everyone one to see but with a new found relationship.
For the first couple of months, they took it slow, trying to know each other as more than friends. But it was just over 3 months ago when they finally took that next step in their relationship and finally became one. Gag...one..ugh...how cliche is that.
There was this one time though that Peeta or Katniss knew what exactly happened, but something did happened in the aftermath from what she’s looking at now.
Peeta grunts as he finally comes, kissing Katniss as he starts to calm down. That has been the most intense sex they’ve had thus far. Katniss has come too many times that she lost count. The wetness down there was much greater than normal that she really didn’t think about it until Peeta finally pulled out and there was a small leak in the condom.
“Oh shit! Peeta! Did the condom break?” Katniss looked up at Peeta as he tied a knot and throw it in the garbage.
“Hmm… I don’t think so. I don’t think any got inside you.” Peeta said nonchalantly.“Now come here, let me cuddle you” with a smug on his face.
What they both didn’t notice was the cum that was in the condom was quite small and they did not notice the gaping hole at the side of the condom where majority of his cum came out off and into her.
Katniss was sitting in the couch, not paying attention to the tv when Peeta came in. He put his stuff away and sat down next to her. Katniss didn’t even move an inch and Peeta found this off. Normally, she would be already jumping on him with kisses since it’s been a few days since they’ve seen each other.
Peeta turns to face her and grabs her hands to his.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” He didn’t even finished saying his sentence before she started balling.
“Hey, hey, its ok” Peeta softly says as he embraces her and moves his hand up and down her back.
“No its not” Katniss hiccups. Peeta barely heard her.
“There’s nothing that we can’t face together. Now please babe, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m….I….” Katniss takes a breath before she gets out of his embrace and looks him straight in the eyes.
“I’m pregnant” Peeta’s eyes widen, mouth open. Shock. That’s what it is. Peeta stays like that as a statue for what feels like forever for Katniss but it was only like 30 seconds. Gosh, these people can be so dramatic sometimes.
“What? Ho..how!” Peeta asked, trying to think back of when this could have happened.
“It has to be that time when I asked you if the condom broke.” Peeta’s eyes widen with realization.
“But it looked like there was a small ripe and it happened when it was outside.” Peeta explained.
“Well apparently not Peeta. Apparently you didn’t noticed that it leaked inside of me. Apparently you don’t seem to know that that can get me pregnant.” Katniss fumes as she says each sentence.
“That’s not what I meant and you know that. I’m just in shock and trying to process this, but Katniss, WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” Peeta’s dimple coming out loud and proud. Katniss finally gets to smile since she first found out this morning.
“And just think that that small amount of my swimmer got you knocked up!”
“DAMMIT PEETA!”
“No,no,no,no,no” Katniss mumbled as she looked at the results. Hold on, wait, deja vu moment! This can’t be happening again.
It was only that one time. It was 6 months after Willow was born and she finally started feeling good about herself. She also finally got her sex drive back that she jumped Peeta in the baker one afternoon. She didn’t care if anyone was listening in or even there.
“Damn Peeta and him being sexy while he makes dough. Ughhh” Katniss tries to think and remember back to see if Peeta put on a condom. Katniss wasn’t on birth control at the time since she had her appointment for that the following week. Well we all guess she has been taking them for nothing.
Katniss returns back to the bedroom and picks up Willow that was in the middle of the bed.
“Hi Baby~ It looks like daddy doesn’t know how to work a condom huh?” “No, he doesn’t, no he doesn’t.” Willow smiles with her dimple loud and proud as her mama talks to her.
Peeta comes home to Katniss and Willow on the floor in the living room. His daughter laughter feels the air. He smiles at the moments and thinks about drawing this moment in his sketchbook later.
Katniss looks up at him when he enters the room. “Did you put on a condom?”
“What!?” Peeta looks at Katniss taken back. What was she talking about?
“At the bakery Peeta, a month ago. Did you put on a condom?” Peeta starts to smirk as he remembers the time that Katniss jumped him at the bakery that one time. Gosh was it wonderful.
“I don’t think so. Why?” Peeta goes to seat down in front of them and goes to grab his daughter and shower her with kisses.
“I’m pregnant” Yup, that gets Peeta to stop the kisses.
“Are you sure? It was only that one time” Peeta asks as he looks at Katniss and then back at their daughter.
“As sure as you not wearing that condom that night” Katniss scowls.
“And just like that, my swimmer got you knocked up again!” Peeta grins
“DAMMIT PEETA!”
“No,no,no,no,no” Katniss mumbled as she looked at the results. Hold on, wait, deja vu moment! A deja vu IN A DEJA VU! Mind explodes.
This was earlier than her last pregnancy. Willow was just 6 months when she got pregnant last time and now her baby boy is only 4 months old.
Katniss did everything she could to have this not happen again. She talked to her doctor and got on birth control as soon as possible. So then how can this happen? They stopped using condoms because they have a bad track with it and now it looks like it doesn’t even matter. There might be something wrong with her or something.
“Mama, mama” knocks are heard as she sees a small hand underneath the space of the door.
“Hold on baby, Mama is just using the potty, I’ll be right there. Just give me a second.” Katniss says as she tries to collect herself. The knocking doesn’t stop as she keeps hearing her name being called from her first born.
She finally opens the door and smiles as she looks down at her toddler.
“Mama! Up up!” Willows says as she raises her arms up.
Xx
Peeta comes home late that night. He finds Katniss in their bedroom feeding their son. Peeta goes up and kisses his son’s head and gives Katniss a kiss hello.
“How was your day babe.” Peeta asks as he takes off his uniform and gets ready to take a shower.
“Ohhh you known...it was alright...Peeta?” She asks suspiciously.
“What?” He stops what he’s doing to look up at her.
“Why are condoms used?” Peeta looks at her down founded.
“Serious Kat? You know why” He goes back to what he was doing.
“Why don’t we use condoms anymore Peeta? Asks innocently.
“Are you serious? Because you’re on birth control that why...gosh Kat, did you eat something weird?” Peeta starts heading back to the bathroom to take his shower.
“So many weird questions” he whispered.
“I’m pregnant!” Katniss states nonchalantly. That gets Peeta to stop.
“....Again?! Damn swimmers...y’all are doing a great job!” Peeta states as he grabs his dick and walks into the bathroom.
Katniss looks down at her baby who’s still feeding and cover his ears before inhaling and saying
“DAMMIT PEETA!”
“No,no,no,no,no” Katniss mumbled as she looked at the results. Hold on, wait, deja vu moment! A deja vu IN A DEJA VU!... wait a minute, we have already done this...MOVIN ON~
Katniss knows exactly when this happened. It was the day that her sister Prim and her mom offered to watch the kids so that she and peeta have a day to themselves and that’s exactly what they did. They spent a day having a picnic in her favorite woods, just spending time together with no kids on the hip. Then talking turned into kisses that turned into what's growing inside her now. She didn’t think it was a time for her to conceive but at this point, Katniss doesn’t even question it anymore with the track record that both of them have.
Katniss doesn’t even wait until Peeta fully closes the door when he comes home to tell him.
“I’m pregnant.” She looks at him as she tells him then turns around and walks up the stairs.
“Since my boys are doing too much of good job, can you finally marry me before you start to show?” Peeta smiles as he finally closes the door.
Katniss scowls. “DAMMIT PEETA!”
Xx
“Aiden, put that down please” Katniss tells her first son as he picks up the baby in the womb display that’s seating on the table besides them. Aiden giggles as he puts it back and runs to his mother and stands in front of her.
Aiden gives her his dimple smile as he puts his adorable little hands on her six month pregnant belly.
“Mama, baybwi, mamaaa” Aiden giggles.
“Yes, honey, baby. Be gentle to baby, honey” Katniss winces as her little boy pats her stomach a bit too hard.
Katniss turns to Peeta who’s sitting next to her. He’s sitting with their little boy on his lap.
“Peeta, shouldn’t the doctor be here by now? It’s already been 15 mins” Katniss says impatiently.
“He should be here any minute now.” Peeta turns to look at the door.
The doctor comes in a few minutes later with a file in hand.
“Hello, I am so sorry for the delay. But by looking through the results, I gotta say that I can’t believe that you both don’t have more children than what you already have.” Doctor Aurelius says with a giggle. He sits down on his chair as he opens the file. He already hears the gasps from the two other adults in the room.
“Why? Why do you say that?” Katniss exclaimed.
“Well it looks like your brother was in the right path, Peeta. From the test result from your sperm sample, it looks like your sperm is one of the highly potent ones I have ever seen. Katniss, your body is really receptive to it but the real cause of these pregnancies is Peeta’s sperm.” Katniss looks at the doctor in shocked as she tries to process what he just said. Peeta looks at the doctor with a smile on his face. His dimple out there being loud and proud.
“So Rye was right. I do have divine sperm! Bread isn’t the only thing that I can bake very well.” Peeta grins.
Katniss moves forward and covers Aiden’s ears.
“DAMMIT PEETA!”
#first completed everlark dabble#dabble#all them babies#love stories when there’s more than two#everlark#the hunger games#thg#fanficion#fanfic#edited
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Surprise Chapter 4
This series was requested by @instantbouquetdestinysblog
I got help with this fic from my sis @queenofthekingslayer
A/N: thank y’all for supporting me I hope y’all liked the series so far i know I have.
Btw I wrote this at 3 am please expect mistakes lol
Warnings: angst, cussing, fighting, talks of leaving.
Parings Seth x reader
Enjoy🥰
I laid in bed looking at Seth and the more I sat there the cravings getting worse and worse, I lightly shook him “Seth.” He gave me a grunt letting me know he was awake. I smiled at him even though I knew he was irritated about me waking him up, “Seth.” In a hushed whisper, he rolled over and looked at me “what y/n.” He dan and hand through his hair. I couldn’t help but to smile at him I mean even though he had a small case of morning breath and he was grumpy he was still cute.
“Can you get me a Denny’s mint milkshake please?” I cuddled into him and started kissing his chest he groaned dramatically and sat up to look at the clock “Y/N it’s barley 2 am and you want a milkshake?” I looked at him and gave him and innocent smile “well in that case No.” my smile dropped I guess you can say I was spoiled cause Seth never tells me no and vise versa so when he said no I kinda got upset.
“What do you mean no?” I raised up and looked at him he turned back over and pulled the cover up “Exactly what I just said Y/N I’m not going to get you a shake, because it’s not even 3 am and it’s 32 degrees outside.” I looked at him and rolled my eyes “well i bet if Marek called and needed you for somthing at the gym you would get up and rush there.” He just laid there, and the more he did the angrier I was getting. I grabbed my pillow and hit him with it “fine I’ll go get my own damn milkshake.”
He let out a soft laugh and I snapped my head at him “whats so funny.” He raised up and looked at me “you can barley get out of bed with out having to stop for breathes, So I can only imagine what would happen if you tried to drive.” I looked at him “well I guess We are about to find out, also I have our child in me.” He huffed and looked at me “Y/N you’re being sensitive it’s not that serious babe I’ll go just lay in bed.”
I looked at him and rolled my eyes “oh no it’s too late I already got my clothes on so I might as well go I snatched the keys off the dresser and I left the room, I heard Seth cuss and faint movement in the room, I went to the living room and I flung open the front door. I opened the back door of my srurban and got my purse from out the back floor board and then I got into the front seat, I slammed the door shut and I buckled up and quickly turned it on to get the heat going, Seth was standing at the front door I pulled out the drive way and started driving tears stung my eyes while I drove.
I wiped at them and driving at this time wasn’t bad in Iowa, everyone was usually in bed around this time and luckily Denny’s was open 24/7 my mouth started watering at the thought of the mint shake I was about to get going. When I was pulled from my thoughts as my phone ringing through the speakers of the car, I quickly glared down at the smart radio seeing Seth’s name on it I rolled my eyes and hit decline and continued to drive.
I arrived at Denny’s and I pulled up to the Drive Through the lady came on the speakers “hi welcome to Denny’s order when your ready.” I smiled and I opened my mouth to speak but Seth called me again and I groaned and unhooked my Bluetooth and declined the call and threw my phone, I turned back to the speaker and smiled sorry yeah “I’ll have a mint shake and a fry and that’s it.” I waited patiently so she could add the total “Your total is..” the ringing of my phone for the second time makes it impossible for me to hear the total.
I let out a frustrated scream, I took a deep breath and trying to collect my thoughts. I hang up the phone and turn it off before turning back to the monitor. “You’re going to have to repeat yourself.” She quickly responded “your total is $7.76.” I smiled “okay thank you so much.” I put the car in drive and I pulled up to the next window and she opened it up the aroma of different foods filled my nose and I waited for my milkshake and smiled when she came into view with my shake in her hand.
She opened the window and handed me my shake and her eyes dropped to my stomach and she smiled “Oh congratulations do you know what you’re having?” I smiled at her “no I find out at my next doctors appointment.” She smiled at me and a girl interrupted her before she could reply to me “Oh My God your Y/R/N and your dating Seth Rollins aren’t you?” I smiled at her “yep that’s me, and actually we are married.” The lady looked at the girl and smiled at her “I thought it was you I just didn’t want to say Anything, you guys probably get bothered enough when y’all are off.”
I smiled at her “Oh you have no idea, but I have to get home now my husband is probably waiting for me.” She smiled and nodded “of course be safe and congratulations on having a baby and getting married.” I smiled at her and started to roll up my window “you too and thanks have a good night.” I pulled off and was on my way home I grabbed the shake and took a drink of it and let out a dramatic screech of victory I looked see if any cars were coming and I I didn’t see any.
I seen a few people looking at me from across the street like I was crazy, I pulled off very slowly passing them but as I passed them I made a funky face at them and I drove off it took me about 20 minutes to get to the house and the living room light was on, “shit, well hopefully he’s asleep.” I thought to myself as I pulled into the drive way and parked the car. I unbuckled and grabbed my phone and put it in my purse, I grabbed my shake and then the keys, then I shut the door and hit the lock button twice and I walked up to the front door and I twisted the doornob I took a deep breath then walked in.
Seth got up from the couch and walked over to me “Y/N why didn’t you answer your phone.” I took a look at him while drinking my shake I pulled away from it and swallowed what was in my mouth and looked at him, “you kept bugging me so I turned it off.” He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around my waist, “I was worried about you Y/N.” I scoffed and looked at him “I was gone for about an hour and you’re acting like I left you alone all day, like you do me when you go to black and brave.” I seen the frustration grow on his face he sighed and looked at me “Y/N really is this really what all this is about, CrossFit cause if it is grow up, you can’t expect to take care of a baby if you act like one.”
I felt my blood boil and I spat back “Whatever Seth It’s not going to be long before you put CrossFit before our child anyways.” I shrugged nonchalantly and walked away from him he followed hot on my tail “I can’t believe you just said that.” I whipped around to face him “oh believe it buddy and go talk to one of those women you work with about all our problems since that’s all you do.” He grabbed my arm and I seen tears in his eyes and I immediately regretted saying everything.
He let go of my arm and mumbled “I’ll sleep on the couch.” I bit my lip “No Seth you can sleep in our room I’ll sleep in the guest room.” He nodded and hugged me “Goodnight Y/N see you in the morning.” I hugged him back and said good night “Seth I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that’s.” He turned and looked at me and just smiled softly and shut the door. I went in the guest room and shut the door and I could hear Seth sniffle through the walls and I wanted so bad to go in there and just hold him like he did me when I was sad but he was upset with me.
I felt tears start stinging my eyes and I started crying “what the fuck did you do Y/N.” I said to myself and I put my face in my hands, I laid down soon after and covered myself up. I slowly fell asleep. I felt the spot beside me dip, I opened my eyes and looked at the clock and it said 3:30 am I felt Seth’s arm wrap around me and I bit my lip trying not to let him know I was awake, he berushed some hairs out of my face and tuck them behind my ear. he gave me a nice kiss On the cheek.
“Y/N I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” I turned to face him and I smiled sadly I pecked his lips “No Seth I should be sorry, this pregnancy has gotten my hormones out of wack and I’m moody I shouldn’t take it out on you, I know you try the best you can it’s just every time you come home you’re always at black and brave and I know those pretty thinner girls are there and basically eye fucking you, and I get jealous and I didnt want our child to feel second best to cross fit.”
He kissed me to get me to stop talking “Y/N I don’t care how those girls look at me because I know who I’m with and why, who cares your not as skinny anymore, you’re pregnant and you still look good baby, when it comes to CrossFit nothing is more important than you and our little Rollins in there and don’t forget it.” I smiled at him “this is why I married you, and how I ended up like this. He smiled and kissed me “I love you Y/N.” I smiled and kissed his lips ”I love you too sethie.” He smiled and kissed my tummy and “I love you little Architect.” I smiled at the different nicknames and I pulled him up to me and I kissed his lips and I slowly slipped my hands in his panda and he raised an eyebrow at me “Oh I guess it will take all night to make it up to you huh?” I smiled and nodded.
A/N: thanks for reading a lot more fics are coming sorry if this isn’t good it 3:37 am where I love so I’m sorry.
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