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bettsfic · 23 hours ago
I have been told that my writing sounds like fanfiction. I asked if it was bad because you could see the guy was mocking but he said no it’s not bad it just seems like horny fanfiction. That makes me feel super self-conscious because I write romance and apparently my writing is too much like fanfiction. You write original stories and fanfiction so what’s your opinion on that. Fanfiction comes up a lot to criticize bad writing
i agree, fanfic does come up a lot to criticize bad writing. "this is just fanfic" is very often meant as an insult. "romance" is also an insult, but slightly less of one, because at least it's "original."
people hate fanfic because it's written by women, queer people, and disabled people. they hate fanfic even more because it's a genre where, by and large, writers take the shitty work of mediocre cis white men and fix it. and they hate fanfic even more because they have absolutely no power over it. they cannot support it with money, or condemn it by denying it money. their readership, attention, and approval has no bearing on it. so all that's left is to turn it into an insult and hurl it at the people whose mere creative existence offends them.
in high school there was this girl who really hated me. her locker was next to mine and we were in a lot of the same classes. this was back in the days of personal blogs, and i remember someone sent me a link to her blog where she had post upon post just eviscerating me. making fun of every little thing i said and did. a bizarre record of my day to day life.
at the time i was really hurt and ashamed. but then i realized how fucking weird it was that this girl hated me so much when i didn't even notice her. i once remember thinking she had cankles. otherwise i had not devoted a single second of my mental energy toward her. why are you making fun of me, i thought, i don't even know you.
i think of fanfic the same way. we're a really big lunch table that does not concern itself with other lunch tables who apparently hate us. we are too busy having fun and being ourselves to have opinions on other people.
fanfic is the art of girlhood, and from beatlemania to now, fangirls have been the lowest of the low when it comes to pop culture. if your work appeals to girls, you've fucked up. fanfic is the sheer audacity for girls to become creators intentionally to appeal to other girls. it's the greatest artistic sin: taking other people's stories, wrenching them apart, putting them back together, and giving them away for free. to the pretentious layperson who over-values the dead white dude canon, what's not to hate about that?
anyway, the fact is, other people's prejudices have nothing to do with you. the dude who told you your writing reads like fanfic has probably never actually read a fanfic in his life. he doesn't know what he's talking about; he's just being an asshole. it's a good practice to build a door between yourself and other people's opinions of your writing, and only ever open that door when those opinions serve your goals and ideals. otherwise, keep it locked, and keep doing what you're doing.
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winter-soldier-vibes · 15 hours ago
Tickled Pink
Bucky x reader
Summary: You come home after a long day at work and Bucky is determined to make you laugh - through any means necessary
Word count: 1,003
Warnings: this is just fluff. There are 2 pet names (sweetheart and dollface)
A/N: I know I don’t usually write this sort of thing but I had so much fun writing it so I really hope you enjoy reading it. This account needed some fluff. 
You opened the door to your apartment, sighing heavily as you toed off your shoes. It had been a long day full of meetings and paperwork and being blamed for things out of your control, and you were utterly exhausted.
And that was an understatement. 
You put your keys onto the counter and walked over to the couch, sighing as you sat back, relaxing for the first time that day before scrunching your nose.
Fuck, I have to do laundry today.
Sighing, you decided to sit there for a few more minutes before getting up. A few moments passed before you heard footsteps coming towards the living room area of your apartment, where you were, before stopping.
“Hey there sweetheart,” he said, a smile evident in his voice.
“Hey,” you replied in a monotone voice, not even opening your eyes.
“Oh, that’s no good,” you heard him say, walking over to sit next to you on the couch. “You okay?”
You sighed again, looking over at his gentle gaze. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a really busy day at work is all. Meetings and paperwork and really petty work drama and gossip.”
“Aww I’m sorry sweetheart. It’s almost like that’s your job,” he said, smirk growing on his face as you playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Hey!”
“Not funny, James.”
“Oh no, calling me by my first name. I’m in trouble,” he said, a playful tone still in his voice.
“Cut it out,” you said, rolling your eyes internally at your boyfriend’s teasing. 
“Not until I see your pretty smile. Hm? Where is it?” he asked expectantly.
“I’m not in the mood, it’s been a long day,” you said tiredly. 
“I’ll smile if you do the laundry and give me a massage,” you said, half-joking
“How about you smile and then I’ll do those things?” he teased back
“Stop it.”
“Nope. Come on, let me see that smile,” he said, persistent
You plastered on the biggest fake smile you could, scrunching your eyes closed.
“Come on, a real smile, not.. whatever that was. Never do that again, that was a little freaky,” he shuddered slightly.
“BUCKY,” you said, exasperated
“Am I gonna have to tickle you?”
You froze, eyes widening slightly as you looked at Bucky, shaking your head. “Don’t you dare.”
Bucky had accidentally found out that you were super ticklish one night while the two of you were watching a movie. You were cuddled up together and Bucky had his arm around you as usual. But his arm crushed against your side at some point and you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you. Bucky had figured out you were ticklish and had been using it as blackmail ever since.
Bucky smirked at you, leaning forward off the couch slightly and you stood up off the couch so fast, hands coming in front of you in defense. “Get away, we are not doing this right now.”
Bucky stood, stepping towards you slowly as you stepped away slowly, knowing the minute either of you made a sudden move he would sprint at you. “Doing what?” he asked innocently, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”
He walked towards you more and you backed away. “Bucky…” you said warningly, hands still in front of you. All of a sudden Bucky lunged at you and you started running away. “NO!” you yelled.
You ran around the couch, Bucky following you. He was faster than you, but he was having fun chasing you, a wild smirk on his face. You ran around the couch again, winding up so you were in front of it and Bucky was behind it. Both of you stood there, waiting for the other to make a move. 
“What are we, 5?” you asked.
“You’re the one running from the tickle monster, sweetheart.”
“You’re the one chasing me!” you exclaimed.
You tried to gage whether you could make a break for the bedroom without being caught by Bucky, maybe you could lock the door behind you.
You had to try. You bolted for the door, but of course Bucky was faster than you, attacking your sides with his hands as you tried not to laugh and cave in. soon though, your giggles turned to screeches of laughter as you were trying to push Bucky off of you. 
“No, no - stop! Tha-at tickles!” you said through laughter.
“Why? This is too much fun,” Bucky laughed as he kept on tickling you before he picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder.
“BUCKY!” you yelled, still laughing. He brought you into the bedroom and layed you down on the bed, pinning you down with his hips as he continued to tickle up and down your sides. 
“Stohohop!” you laughed.
“You know what they say - laughter is the best medicine, yeah? I’m only trying to help you, dollface. Now, where else gets you laughing? Up here, right?” he moved to tickle your neck, his metal arm pinning your hands above your head so you couldn’t fight back. You scrunch your shoulder up to meet your neck, barely able to talk through the laughter anymore.
“Oh I know, it was right here -” he said, before going to tickle your armpits. 
You immediately screeched with laughter, unable to move away from the tickles pinned beneath 200 pounds of super soldier. You were laughing so hard that tears were in your eyes, your stomach hurting from the laughter. 
“Stop - stop please - BUCKY!” you began wheezing with silent laughter, running out of air as Bucky stopped his movements, smiling down at you. 
“There’s that beautiful smile.” he said
“…” you said, still trying to catch your breath.
“Aww, I love you too sweetheart.” He bent down to give you a peck on your cheek “Now, how about I go do that laundry for you and we order take out from that place you really like, hmm? That sound good?”
“You promised me a massage too,” you said.
Bucky chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Anything for you sweetheart.”
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earthtooz · 3 hours ago
𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞.
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king!technoblade x queen!reader
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paring: c!technoblade x reader, reader is mentioned to be 'beautiful', addressed as 'queen' and wears a dress.
synopsis: royal!au, technoblade finds himself dearly missing his lover and sends letters to compensate for the hollowness that was you. [ 2.5k words ]
warnings: very brief mentions of violence, mentions of the word k*ll, blood, angst to fluff but with a happy ending!! there is no direct plot in this story but i pray that this makes sense on its own. nevertheless, enjoy the tooth-rotting fluff and softness that is this fic! also, there is no correlation between this techno and the streamer! this is associated with c!technoblade.
☽ .* :☆゚. ───⋅☾ ☽⋅─── ・ 。゚☆: *.
dearest y/n,
to say i'm awaiting for your return is an understatement.
the castle is never empty but without you, i feel as though i am wandering through a ghost land, deprived of any colour as i simply exist for another day. i'm a starved man and your presence is the nourishment i so desperately desire.
every time i wake up, it is a painful reminder that you're not here. you have ruined me y/n, you really have. i miss every part of you and it only makes me question when will be the next time i can hold you in my arms to welcome you home.
and there we could stay forever.
the palace has been kept the way you like it. the chefs make your favourites every day. the sunlight is constantly welcomed in the castle, every corner illuminated with brightness; just how you like it.
i do not understand what it is that is keeping you from coming back but i know i shall hate it all the same.
if the reason for your avoidance is me, then it is my name i shall eternally despise.
i beg you, come hate me where i can at least see you.
expectantly, technoblade
───────⋅☾ ☽⋅───────
my lovely queen,
when we wed, i told you the kingdom was ours to share. anything that had previously existed under my name became yours as much as it was mine.
i write once more to remind you of this because i fear you have forgotten and have unintentionally left your subjects to rot.
and i wish to remind you as well that i am a subject of this kingdom.
i, the crown and king, subject to you. only you.
your neglect is killing me.
you have a claim on my heart that i would never break, even if i could, you have cast a spell that has me bound tightly to you and i wish not to remove it. i hope to be bound to you forever.
my soul hurts a little whenever i think of your smile because it is one i cannot witness and i am incredibly envious of anyone who is blinded by it. i fear how much longer it will be until i can see you again. my hand feels empty all the time now, as if it's hollow without your hand interlaced with mine.
if you want me to grovel for your return, i shall. for i suppose it wouldn't be the first time i bowed to you.
i'm sure it won't be the last either.
sincerely, technoblade
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to y/n,
i can't help but think that you're just ignoring me for your own pleasure now. do you enjoy watching me suffer? do you enjoy feeling just how much my heart aches to be with you again? how despicable of you. it makes me want to kiss you more.
regards, technoblade.
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my dearest,
stop ignoring me. please.
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i loathe how low you have snooped.
my messenger tells me that you receive the letters and have read them each time. yet, i have to acquire the response i so keenly yearn for.
you're killing me.
please, just at least let me know that you're okay. techno
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
fine. it seems as though you've caught me.
you confuse me and i hate how much you hurt my brain. you banish your queen and continue to plead for me to return, telling me that you love me and that you are mine? how pleasingly conniving of you.
you cannot expect me to fall back into your trap again, can you? i may be the fool in this relationship but only i can be tricked so many times.
however i will confess, i cannot stop thinking about you. i cannot stop thinking about all the secret places of the kingdom you showed me to watch the sun melt into the horizon, i cannot stop thinking about all our shared dances and i cannot stop thinking about all the beautiful lies you told me. some of which, you continue to say in your letters.
don't tell me you love me unless you actually mean it.
but lastly, i cannot stop thinking about what it'd be like driving a knife through your throat.
i hoped you flinched at that.
as entertaining it is to imagine you grovelling at my feet, this is becoming rather exhausting, techno. i am taking a risk even by simply addressing your name. how do i know if this letter that i so skeptically send to you shall be used to my disadvantage? how do i know if the only reason you are beseeching for my return is for you to properly end me this time?
at least i'm assured you would treat me with staged kindness, even in death.
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my love, so i was right. the reason for your absence is me.
your speculations are an arrow through my heart and i have not stopped reading your letter over and over again. for you to tell me that you think my love for you is nothing more than a trick has wounded me. i am at least healed by the familiarity of your handwriting.
you are right. i have no way to proving to you i would not be evil to you. as much as i could pour myself out to you on a ridiculous, small piece of paper, you cannot be reassured of betrayals. this thought does not soothe me.
i am a writer who weaves tales made from fiction and i mourn my ability to not be able to let my earnest truth seep into my claims.
finally knowing your feelings, i shall tell you one last thing.
may i remind you that i had no idea that you ended the life of a key member of the butcher army and so when they came demanding justice, you being the criminal, what other option could there have been other than to punish you? you and i were secretly wed not long ago. to pronounce you my queen then and there would have placed a target on both of our heads, more so yours.
for i'm sure the butcher army would've loved to spill your now-royal blood on polished marble floors.
however, your exile was a trick for them. not you. if you knew better, no royal of our kingdom can be banished without the vote from the public. the king and queen are equals.
thankfully, because of my actions, the butcher army no longer threaten us and we can go back to having a strained alliance. i have repaid them with riches and stability so you should not be weary about coming back.
however, if even after this, you hate me, i understand. send a letter back saying you wish to never associate with me again and i'll listen to you. if this is not the case, then i'll wait.
i would still dream and yearn for you every hour of the day because it is the only thing i know how to do, but as long as you promise me you'll come back, i'll wait.
as i write underneath the moonlight, the golden ring you gifted me glistens on my ring finger. i've found myself becoming increasingly attached to the small band as i remember fondly that you have kissed me there. it is a fraction of you that i carry with me.
i wonder if you still wear your ring.
expectantly, technoblade.
p.s. as much as you terrify me, i've missed you so much that as long as i get to look you in the eyes one last time, you pressing a knife against my throat is not the worst thing you could do it me.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
i absolutely hate you, technoblade.
i hate you so much.
you're such a PRICK.
you're so incredibly stupid and ridiculous and oh my goodness, i am so so so infuriated and furious with you.
from, y/n
p.s. respond back to this letter so i can talk to you when i am calmer and not thinking nonsense i don't mean.
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my lovely y/n,
i'm glad to hear it. i've missed you telling me you hate me. if i'm a prick you're the rosebush.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
dearest technoblade,
thank you for your kindest words, i'm sure that is the most romantic sentence you have ever dared to utter to me.
at least you are being honest.
i still don't know how i feel about the truth, even if that is the truth and not some meticulously crafted lie. i know you well enough to know that you're intelligent enough for it.
there's some part of me that is damaged from the day you banished me and i apologise for my paranoia for i think you do not deserve it. my next fear is that you won't be patient long enough for the moment until i finally return. i can promise my return only if you promise you won't give up on us.
however, rest assured, i acknowledge i am the queen and that i cannot stay away from my duties for too long.
you've suffered enough.
so i think i owe you this truth: even now, i adore you all the same. my heart beats for you the same way it did on our wedding night. as far away as we are from each other right now, i hope you find the same comfort in knowing that it is the same sky that smiles above us.
yours, y/n
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to the high queen,
you have my word. by you i am forever undone.
how fortunate i am to be able to look up and count the same amount of stars that you can. how the same spring breeze chills you as much as it delights me. i hope my confessions don't get lost in the wind and are able to reach you.
i long to hear your voice again and for you to be by my side once more.
yours, technoblade
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
it had been two, bordering three days since your last reply and technoblade tried not to think much of it. perhaps you were writing an extra long letter to him this time.
he must not dwell over it, is what he tells himself.
but he finds himself dwelling over it; a lot. as he enters the woods for combat and target practice, he thinks about you with every bullseye he hits. how you would hum in surprise at his accuracy. he thinks about your threat as he unsheathes his sword to tear through foliage and hidden mobs that reside in the darkest parts of the forest.
he thinks about you when he dines. techno's not alone, but there's always an empty seat close to him that's reserved for you. it's where you always sat and techno loved it because he could easily take your hand in his whilst you ate, accompanied with friends.
finally, techno retreats into his study, telling the guards that no one is allowed to disturb him as he faces the piles upon piles of paperwork regarding his kingdom's health that must be approved.
he asks for your favourite tea and cake to be sent to him whilst he works, beside the letters you scribbled to him.
word blends into word as the king scans each paper tiredly and his wrist becomes sore from writing his name over and over again.
the only reprieve he feels is when he writes to you and addresses your name specifically. that makes him feel as though he could press quill to paper for as long as required.
the pink-haired ruler ignores how he often glances towards the sunset, resting his chin in his hand as his mind drifts over to you, so freely and shamelessly.
a fervent knock on his study doors interrupt his thought process and the king goes back to shoving his head into his papers as he picks up his pen once more.
"i asked to not be disturbed," he yells, frustrated and slightly angered.
"my, my, i hate to sound arrogant," the voice causes for his head to snap up immediately to greet whoever dared interrupt him. "but i thought i would be getting a far more friendly 'welcome home'."
as you stood in the doorway, wearing a simple yet elegant dress, with your hair arranged in a neat half-up, half-down, his breath is stolen. he stalks towards you, slowly yet purposefully, eyes never leaving you.
"good evening," you greet, softly. your eyes gleam with softness as you look up to him. "my king."
he doesn't say anything. he doesn't know how to say anything, as all words escape his mind and all that's left is you, you, you.
his hands do all the talking.
for he cannot comprehend that you are here.
you stumble slightly by how quickly technoblade pulls you to him but you're laughing nevertheless and it's music to his ears. you rest your hands on his face and you two meet in a desperate clash of lips, more so techno fumbling to grasp you, to try and memorise how you feel against him. he's crying and so are you.
"my queen," he whispers between kisses. "my beautiful queen."
his kisses shift from your lips to various other places on your face but he always ends up coming back to press his mouth against yours. he pours himself into each contact and prays that this time, you'll find his love genuine.
techno places your hand against the centre of his ribs to feel how his heart beats for you.
and you, continuously hold onto him in an attempt to keep him close. intimately engaging with him a way the both of you missed.
it's not until you pull away that he does but you still cradle his cheek, delicately and lovingly as you both study each other's expressions. you notice the eye bags under his eyes, how he pales a tiny in comparison to when you left him.
this hurts you and when you bring his hand to your lips, technoblade's breath hitches. you're still wearing the ring he gave you, the twin to his.
"you haven't been taking care of yourself," you muttered.
"missed you too much to care," he confesses, one hand coming up to your neck as he draws you in for another kiss. this one is less desperate and clumsy, instead, is rather gentle as he holds you close, hand tangling in strands of your hair.
he does what he regrets; not worshipping you earlier.
and he has all the time in the world to do so.
"i have one question," you interrupted.
he hums, signalling for you to continue.
"how many suffered by your blade whilst i was gone?"
techno "i tried to be better because i knew you wouldn't like it."
you sighed at his response, stroking his hair in a comforting manner and judging by the way you bit your lip, this would be discussed later. "you kept your promise."
"i did. however, i warn you, the next time you dare pull a stunt like this again, i shall come and fetch you home myself."
☽ .* :☆゚. ───⋅☾ ☽⋅─── ・ 。゚☆: *.
author's note: [not edited yet]
hello everyone! i hope this fic made sense and that you all enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it!
this was partially inspired by 'the cruel prince' by holly black! an amazing book series, i truly loved it. did not stop thinking about the series for a good while after i finished it.
so yeah! feel free to leave a like, comment or reblog (which help me out the most) or even check out my blog! i'm accepting requests and asks as long as they are appropriate. this is all only if you want to! nevertheless, i hope that this fic found you well.
i'll see you next time <3 - earth
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starwarschicken · 23 hours ago
Shameless Flirting ~Tech x reader~
Here's the Tech one-shot as promised and I had no idea what to call it so here you go. Next up is the smutty Hunter one ;) (I had to look up pickup lines because I'm not a flirt...anyways, enjoy!)
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Warnings: Once again not proofread and I had trouble figuring out the ending
Word Count: 535
Summary: Ever since you realized you had feelings for Tech, you've been trying to flirt with him, yet he's way too oblivious so you try something new
At this point, you're just running out of ideas. It was utterly hopeless. You thought of every pickup line in the galaxy and Tech still doesn't get the hint. If it wasn't for his brothers reassuring you that he does feel the same and he's just oblivious to your tactics, you would've given up.
Since Tech's brothers knew that you're trying to make a move, they suggested you pick some flowers for him. So you did that and once you gave them to him, he completely missed the point. You thought for sure he would understand.
"Oh, those flowers are exceedingly rare, thanks for collecting them for me. Now I can do tests on them."
Those were his exact words. Tech is clearly not a romantic. He takes things too literally. Or he always relates your pickup lines to science and explains why what you said was stupid.
Because of that, you decided to try some nerdy pick-up lines since he's always researching stuff, yet that didn't work either. One time you passed him while he was working on something and muttering about hydrogen and the periodic table so you thought it was the perfect opportunity to flirt.
"Forget hydrogen! You're my number one element," you looked over his shoulder and he sighed.
"That is not scientifically possible. Hydrogen has always been the number one element in the periodic table. Even though we have hydrogen in our bodies, we also have oxygen, carbon, and nitrogen, which means that we can't possibly be the number one element," Tech replied not paying any mind to what you just said, and even as you groaned in disappointment, he continued to ramble about statistics.
Once you get Tech to start talking, you can't get him to stop.
Now here all of you are on Bracca while Tech sat under the panel. Kriff, why does he have to be in that position though?
"Y/N you alright?" Omega asked, breaking your trance.
"Yeah just fine."
"Ok, I'm going to find Wrecker."
You nodded in response and that's when you had a brilliant idea. Not even a minute later, you sit down on his lap, straddling him. Tech was startled at first.
"Y/N what you doing-"
"Shhh, don't worry. What are you working on?"
"Are you sure you want to know, it's kinda boring actually," he continued to work under the panel.
"Talk nerdy to me Tech," you cooed and that was when you finally got a reaction out of him as pink dusted his cheeks.
"D-did you just flirt with me?" his voice got smaller and you smiled.
"Take a guess."
"Uh maybe?"
"It's nice to finally get a reaction from you," you scooted a bit closer to him, causing Tech to take in a sharp breath. Tech opened his mouth to say something, yet nothing came out as he can't pull his mind together, especially when you're straddling his lap where anyone could walk in at any point.
You giggled at his flustered state and judging by his heavy breathing and facial expressions, he's waiting for something. And that was when you decided to press your lips to his, pulling a whine from him as he blushed furiously underneath you.
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drabbles-mc · 17 hours ago
Bishop Losa x F!Reader
Inspired by Day 23 of the July Prompts: underwater
Warnings: language, angst
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: I can’t believe it took me till day 23 to write an angst story for one of these prompts. But, here it is! It’s....sad. Don’t say that you weren’t warned beforehand.
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Your empty dinner plate and wine glass were in front of you, the rest of the dining room table was bare except for the thing layer of dust that was settling on it from lack of use. Usually, you stayed on top of keeping it clean, but lately there hadn’t been much of a point since you were the only one ever home to eat there. More often than not, you ate in the living room or the bedroom, putting the TV on to have some noise to cut through the silence that was always taking over the house.
Your hands were clasped, the knuckles of your thumbs pressing the point directly between your eyebrows. Eyes closed, you tried to come up with a way to fix everything, to make things work. Deep down you knew, though, that you could come up with every idea in the world and it wouldn’t matter if you were the only one trying to fix what was starting to rip apart at the seams.
There was the unmistakable rumble of Bishop’s bike rolling into the driveway and you instinctively looked over to the time on the stove. It was the earliest that he’d been home in weeks, of course. The one night you could use the extra couple hours to get yourself together and prepare what you were going to say, he was home at a decent time.
The front door swung open, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at him. You heard him take off his boots and set his keys aside on the little shelf by the door. It was all so routine to you, you could probably time it out if you wanted to.
A few moments later, you felt his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze, “Hey, querida.”
Finally forcing yourself to look at him, you gave a weak smile, “Hey.”
You knew that he wasn’t even close to convinced by your half-hearted effort as his face contorted into concern, “What’s wrong?”
The sincerity was palpable in his voice and it brought tears to your eyes knowing that you were about to say what you were going to say, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this, Obispo.”
It felt like the air had gotten sucked out of his lungs, “Wh-what?”
“I am…drowning, here. I’m too fucking tired to keep trying to tread water,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to fight back your tears.
He pulled out the chair next to yours, sitting down and resting his elbows on the table as he faced you, “Where…where is all of this coming from?”
The laugh that came out of you was completely hollow, “If you have to ask that, then the answer isn’t going to fucking matter, is it?” you shook your head and ran your hands down your face, “If I wanted to get through everything on my own all the time, I would’ve stayed single. I don’t need to be taken care of, but, fuck, a shoulder to lean on every now and then would be nice.”
Bishop leaned back in his chair, completely caught off-guard by the position the two of you were in. Perhaps he took advantage of the fact that you were always so independent, using it as an excuse to devote his time and attention to other things because he knew you had a handle on things at home. You never needed a babysitter or someone who would constantly hold your hand, but now that he was thinking back on the last few weeks, or months if he was being really honest with himself, he saw that he’d very much left you in the dark to fend for yourself. He left you adrift with no life raft in sight.
“I’m sorry,” he was trying to carefully stitch together an apology that would grant him another chance, “I didn’t realize that I had been so absent. There’s just been so much going on with the—”
“With the club,” you finished the sentence for him, already having heard it a million times before, “I know. But there’s always been shit going on with the club. That’s pretty much what you all sign on for when you join the MC. And I get that. I’m not upset about that. But Bishop I can’t even remember the last time you and I had dinner together, or the last time you gave me a call before you came home to see if we needed anything here,” you ran your thumb along the thin gold band around your finger, “Lately it just feels like we’re roommates who happen to share a bed.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” his brows were knitted.
“Why hasn’t it bothered you?!” you snapped, tears spilling onto your cheeks, “Why am I the only one out of the two of us who is struggling under the weight of all of this?”
“If I knew it was an issue than I would’ve—”
“But that’s just it!” you cut him off, “It should’ve already been an issue! Fuck, it should’ve been an issue weeks ago. But it’s not. Not for you,” you took a shaky breath, your voice softening considerably, “Have you…have you even missed me?”
The frustration faded from his face as a somber expression took over. You could tell by the growing sadness in his eyes that the answer was no, because he knew that at the end of the day you were always right here in this house waiting for him. Even when he wasn’t around you, he could count on you. And you couldn’t say the same for him. He had no idea what was going on with you lately because he was so caught up in what was going on with him. He piled that on you in passing without ever stopping to check in on you, to make sure that you could handle the extra weight he was putting on your shoulders.
“What can I do to make this right?” he asked after a couple minutes of silence.
You sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment to try and fight the next wave of tears you felt coming on, “I’m tired, Obispo. I can’t solve this for you.”
“Do you even want to fix this?”
“You didn’t even think that there was anything to fix! You’ve been operating like you haven’t had a wife anyway. What will really be different if I’m gone?”
“How can you ask me that? I love you.”
“I never said that you don’t,” you shook your head, “But I just, I don’t think that that’s enough anymore.”
The statement hung in the air, casting the wave over Bishop that you had been drowning under for weeks without him noticing. You didn’t know if you were expecting him to fight you more on it or not. Truthfully, you weren’t sure what the outcome of the conversation was going to be when you had originally decided to have it with him. You didn’t know if you were going to extend him another chance, or if it was even worth the effort when it was evident that you needed something that he was currently incapable of giving you.
For the first time in a long time, you saw tears starting to gather in Bishop’s eyes, “There’s…there’s nothing I can say to change your mind, is there.”
You felt your bottom lip starting to tremble as you mustered up the strength to shake your head, “I don’t, I don’t think so,” a sob slipped past your lips as you buried your head in your hands, “I’m sorry, Obispo,” your voice was hardly a whisper.
He reached over, pulling you against his side and pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “No,” he spoke softly, “I’m sorry. This…this is on me.”
You leaned completely into him, then, letting yourself fully break down. So many nights were spent trying to keep it together and in a way, not having to anymore was a relief. At what cost, you would both figure out soon. Bishop wrapped his arms tighter around you, and you let yourself find comfort in the gesture coming from the man that you had loved for so long, and probably still would for some time. But despite the sadness wracking your body, there was a weight dropping from you at the same time, like you were no longer being held beneath the waves against your will. After so many long days and lonely nights, the cascade of tears brought the first breath of fresh air that you’d had in far too long.
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squid-ink-personal · 14 hours ago
Where the Wind Doesn’t Blow
This is a continuation. You can find the first part right here.
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Time cradled the youngest hero in his arms, stiff with horror as the golden specks of Wind’s soul left his body, flickering out in the open air.
He’d been too slow.
Wind was gone. For seven years? A hundred? He didn’t know. His ears rang, the sounds of the forest fading into numbness. The gut wrenching feeling he’d had when he first woke up after touching that cursed sword returned full swing.
He didn’t notice when Twilight called for him, barely registered the hand on his shoulder, or the other heroes gathering around.
“Hey.” Snap snap. “Snap out of it, old man.”
Warriors knelt down in front of him and met his eyes, a concerned frown on his face. “There you are.” He held out his hands. “Hand me the kid. I can check his vitals while we figure out what just happened.”
Time hesitated. “He’s asleep.”
“Probably. But I don’t trust that pedestal over there.” He nodded to the stone the Master Sword was buried into, one that Legend was frantically examining for clues. Wars offered Time a half smile. “Just humor me, okay?”
It took every ounce of self control the older swordsman had to honor that request, but he relented. Wind needed as much help as he could get, and even if the worst did happen...there was nothing Time could do about it now.
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Wind’s eyes flew open, and he gasped for air.
He felt...cold. Unbearably cold, like he’d been plunged into the ocean in the middle of winter. He sat up, hugging his arms to try to conserve a little bit of warmth, but he got no relief from it. It was as if the sword had taken all of his body heat away from him.
Slowly, carefully, he pushed himself to his feet and looked around, expecting to be back at camp and being watched over by one of the other heroes.
Instead, the forest stretched around him, its shadows more distinct than before, the sky an eerie teal glow, and the air thick with...something. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was a stifling power, and it gave him the sense that he shouldn’t be here.
This is not your domain, it said. You will leave, or I will make you.
Beneath his feet, a glowing flower pattern spiraled outward, the same kind that had appeared when he’d played the Wind Waker. And yet, at its center, there was no pedestal, no sword.
He was trapped here.
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“The Silent Realm?”
Sky nodded. “It served as a trial for me during my own adventure. It’s like...a reflection of the world, where wind doesn’t blow and the sun never rises.” He looked over at the pedestal. “It’s a little different from the one I used, but that’s a trial gate if I ever saw one.”
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“I’ve had trials from the Master Sword before,” Wild spoke up. “It sent me into a big shrine puzzle where I had to kill monsters room by room, and it powered the sword up each time.”
“Like the Cave of Ordeals.” Twilight crossed his arms, thinking. “If that’s where he is, I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s resourceful.”
“...Actually, no. It’s not like that at all.”
Everyone looked back at Sky with renewed worry, and the skyborne hero glanced away. “The trials of the Silent Realm are...brutal. Technically harmless, because if you get hurt, you just start over, but...”
“Sky.” Time met his eyes, his voice dangerously calm. “Tell us how it tests you.”
Sky hesitated for just a moment, feeling a stab of anxiety in his stomach as he remembered the various realms he’d trespassed in. “...You start in a circle of light.”
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“It swirls around you, and it looks just like the gate did in the realm of sound.”
Wind stood at the edge of the circle, hesitant. It felt...important. Almost familiar.
“It’s your one point of safety in that world, a small mercy from the Goddess. As long as you stay inside that ring, nothing can touch you.”
He took a deep breath. He could face whatever came his way. He’s a hero, he’s faced sea monsters, giant poes, and worse. With determination, he put a foot forward and left the ring.
“But the second you step outside that ring—”
His foot touched the ground.
“—It’s like the Goddess herself has abandoned you.”
In an instant, all Calamity broke loose.
The sky flashed red, the peaceful chime of bells in the distance breaking with a crunch like shattered glass, replaced with the stomp of heavy armor. Wind’s eyes widened, and he reached for the Phantom Sword, only to grasp air.
A silver suit of armor emerged from the trees before him. Its eyes flashed menacingly, and it charged at him, blade drawn.
Wind bolted.
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Wild interrupted Sky’s explanation, leaping to his feet and pointing. Everyone quickly turned to look at what he’d seen.
There was nothing there.
Wars looked at his fellow soldier with a frown. “I don’t see any-”
“Kid! Come back!” Wild exclaimed, taking off after the phantom Wind as fast as his legs would take him.
The other heroes exchanged a concerned glance, then hastily ran after him.
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Wind fled through the Lost Woods, not daring to look behind him. He didn’t need to; the resounding clank of armor echoing through the forest was enough to keep him locked into a sprint.
The mist in the woods intensified—he found himself back in the edge of the clearing, face to face with one of the Metal Guardians. It raised its blade high-
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Wild froze in horror as he watched Wind disappear, the look of sheer terror on the teenager’s face now a haunting memory.
“Hey!” Legend stepped in front of him. “What happened?! You got wound up in the Woods and-”
“He’s gone,” Wild replied, running a hand through his hair. “It looked like he got stabbed.”
Time’s eyes widened, and Sky quickly held out a hand to stop the leader from panicking. “He’s okay,” he said, “he just got found. He’ll start right back at the sword.”
“Are you sure?” Wild looked at Sky desperately. “He looked like—”
“Positive.” Sky walked back over to the gate. “When I got hit, I would always appear at the entry point.” His eyes drifted down to the sword. “...Fi was always able to offer me some support when it happened.” He rested his hand on the hilt. “I just—”
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“—wish she could do the same for him.”
Wind bolted upright, still clutching where the Guardian’s sword should have cleaved him in two. “Sky?!”
“Kid?!” Sky’s voice seemed to echo around him. “You can hear me?!”
“I—yeah.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. There was no way he was going to cry here. “Yeah, I can hear you. Where—Where are you? Where are we?”
“I’m...back in the world of sound.” Wind heard Sky take a deep breath. “Alright. You need to listen to me, okay? I’m going to try to help you through this. This place is called the Silent Realm, and it's not exactly known for being hospitable.”
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mattw83 · 18 hours ago
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Miraculous Tales Chapter 1 - Page 30 - 33
Sometimes a little sweetness goes a long way to temper the vinegar within.
A tale of how Chloe’s many false starts in life were just the beginning to a real redemption of heart and hero.
As Bougie Romaine and Chat Noir fight for control of the Akumatised launcher, Chloe and Ladybug try to outrun the final blast sent by the villain, barely dodging a direct impact, the shockwave that follows brings an end to the fight for one of them!
START FROM HERE -- Pages 9-16 -- Pages 17 - 24   Pages 25 - 29
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auroramaybank · 15 hours ago
Protector | JJ Maybank x Reader
Summary: JJ protects you when a guy tries to make a move on you at a kegger.
Contains: Angst and Fluff
Warning: Slight sexual assault!! And slight cussing.
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The OuterBanks was a paradise on Earth. To some anyway. JJ Maybank was never the most positive person to come around the Kildare County. But you made him positive. And he protected what made him happy. Meaning his girlfriend, and his friends.
“Hey babe, you ready?” JJ called across the Chateau. JJ was dressed in his usual cargo shorts, boots, cut off that read ‘Coors Light’, and his usual hat. You rounded the corner and smiled at him as you went to hug him. He returned the hug and kisses your head. You were shorter than him of course.
“I’m ready! Kie said she’d save me a seat on one of the logs and have a drink ready for me,” you said. JJ rolled his eyes but smiled at you. “Well alright, let’s get you there in time for that drink then.” You and JJ walked to the boneyard and met up with your friends. JJ was already hooping and hollering as he handed out drinks. Glancing at you every once in a while as you talked to girl Tourons about where they lived and how their summer is going.
JJ was handing out a drink when he noticed a guy had begun to take your attention away from talking to Kie. He frowned and glared at the man. He was definitely a Touron. JJ tapped John B. John B looked to where JJ was putting his full attention to. “JJ, you know Y/N likes to talk to all the Tourons. I’m sure he’s just being friendly. She’s right there with Kie,” John B assured the blonde pogue. JJ huffed and filled a Kook’s cup up with an angry face.
You had grown uncomfortable with the conversation you were swooped into by the random Touron. The man was six foot tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and was lean. Not even close to being as handsome as your boyfriend. Your boyfriend. You looked around and noticed him chatting with John B and laughing. You smiled and looked back at the Touron.
“Would you like to get out of here? I can tell you and show you a lot more things,” a wink from the Touron made you wince. “Um, no thanks….” The Touron smiled, “the name is Brad.” You nodded, “well no thank you, Brad.” You smiled politely but Brad wasn’t very happy. “And why the hell not? I’ve been talking to you all night and when we get down to it you don’t want to?” You frowned at the man. “I’m not interested. I have a boyfriend. I just wanted to talk.”
Kie was confused as the man you were talking to started to grab your waist and face and made you kiss him. Kie gasped. Pope was next to her as he also made an ‘o’ with his mouth. You were in a tighter yellow sundress and the man slid his hand up under it to try and touch you. Kie and Pope saw you struggling against the man. Pope was the first one to you as he shoved the man, hard. Brad growled at Pope.
“What the hell man?!” Brad shouted at Pope, “are you her boyfriend?” Pope glared at the man, “nope. But he is.” Brad turned around to see a blonde pogue with anger obvious in his eyes. His usual crystal blues were dark and angry. “Get the fuck away from her. Right. Now.” Brad just laughed at the pogue. “My name is Brad.” He held out his hand. JJ just looked at him. You shook your head as JJ just looked at the guy.
“Okay, be that way,” Brad shrugged. JJ sent a hard right hook to his face. John B and Kie made an “ohhh” sound together. Pope just laughed and you covered your mouth. “Beat his ass JJ!” Kie whooped. Brad got in a hit but JJ climbed on top of him and kept laying in the punches. John B eventually pulled JJ up and off of Brad. The Touron got up and groaned as he spat out blood. “Fuck. You. You can have the whore.” Brad spat as he stood. JJ got out of John B’s grasp as Brad said that and punched him one last good time.
“Do NOT talk about her like that. Now fuck off out of here.” By now everyone at the party was watching the scene unfold. After Brad limped off a few people cheered, mainly pogues. JJ whipped around and looked around, “Y/N?” You came from around Kie and smiled at him. JJ came up to you and held your face in his hands. “Hey, are you alright? Did he hurt you baby?” He was looking at you and exploring every inch of you.
“I’m fine J, thank you.” You smiled. He sighed with relief before hugging you to his chest. He rubbed your back. Kie and Pope smiled at you two and side hugged eachother he planted a kiss on the top of her head. JJ handed you a cup and sat on a log with you. He sat there with you for the rest of the night.
“I love you J.”
“I love you, Y/N.”
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mouthfulloftoothpastehs · 15 hours ago
Growing closer
summary: Harry and Loralie spend the night at Y/n and Milo’s flat for the first time and the kids spend time getting closer to the others parent. 
warnings/disclaimers: mentions(?) of smut, its not much. i wont ever write much again because i hate writing it and i’m horrible at it so this is the most you will get, sorry! barely edited so sorry about that!!!
Y/n invited Harry and Loralie to spend the night. She decided to take their relationship to the next step and make plans for Loralie and Harry to come over and spend the night. She went down to the market earlier and got some ingredients for dinner, stress cleaning her flat, and helped Milo clean his barely used room before the two came over. 
Now they sit in Y/n living room, Milo and Loralie on the floor playing together while Harry and Y/n set up on the couch together, sipping some wine. A random Disney movie plays, none of them are really paying attention to it, it’s mainly on for background noise. They finished dinner not too long ago, they had an arugula salad, then garlic Parmesan pasta. It was amazing and they all scarfed it down but now they are bloated and tired. “It’s almost Loralie’s bedtime.” Harry whispers, pecking Y/n’s jaw. She giggles, pulling her head away from him and standing up. 
She pulls Milo up, kissing his cheeks. “It’s time for bed, babe.” She says, softly bouncing him on her hip while she takes him to his bedroom, glancing back to see if Harry was collecting Loralie and joining them. They settle the kids for bed, changing them into pajamas and saying their goodnights, tucking them into bed then checking for monsters and leaving a kiss on their heads. 
They head back out to the living room, sitting on the couch and resuming their wine drinking and movie watching. They cuddle under a thick fluffy blanket, Harry’s head resting on her shoulder while they both sag into each other. “Thanks for inviting us over.” Harry hums, his lips finding her shoulders. 
Y/n nods, kissing the top of his head. “It’s no problem. I love being around you guys.” Harry’s kisses travel further up, tickling Y/n’s neck. “Yeah,” he hums on her neck, his nose rubbing alongside her jaw. She giggles, pushing him away. “Our kids just went to bed!” She says, also a little nervous because this would be her and Harry’s first time if it goes anything past kissing. Harry shrugs, lifting her up bridal style and giving her a rough kiss. 
Y/n laughs, jumping down. She wraps her arms around his neck, slotting her lips with his. Harry’s arms wrap around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him. He sloppily leads them to her bedroom door, knocking over an empty wine glass on the way, knocking into a wall, and finally accidentally slamming the door against the wall once he got to it. 
Y/n giggles on his lips, pulling away to look around the corner. Milo and Loralie yank open Milo's bedroom door. “Shh!” Milo says, his hair already a mess and his eyes dropping with sleep. The parents hold on a laugh, Y/n covering her mouth with her hand. “Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s go back to sleep.” Harry whispers, turning the kiddies around and leading them back to the bedroom. Y/n joins them, a small smile on her face. They tuck them back in, kissing their foreheads and heading back to Y/n’s room. 
“We better just head to bed.” Y/n says from her closet, tossing out some pajamas for herself. Harry nods, deciding they can try again another night- a night there their kids are being baby sat. They get cozy in bed, flipping on the TV. They watch some news for a bit, getting updated on a few things before they switch it off, turning off the side table lamps. They settle into bed, giving each other a goodnight peck. “There is always next time.” 
When they wake up the next morning it’s absolute chaos, grumpy children and tired parents, everyone trying to get ready for the day and make breakfast. “No, sit down. You can play later.” Y/n says to Milo, pointing to his chair and setting his breakfast in front of him, some eggs, a half piece of toast, and two pieces of sausage. Usually she is lucky if most of his food doesn’t end up on him. 
“Okay! Wear your pajamas for the rest of the day. Whatever, just go eat, please. And no more raising your voice at daddy or you're taking a nap early today.” Harry says, trying to keep his voice calm while he tries to settle down his two year old. 
Y/n softly laughs, “looks like we’re both struggling.” Harry nods, still in his pajamas and his hair a mess. They have both been so focused on their grumpy children that they haven’t even had time to brush their teeth let alone take a gander in the mirror and see how frightening they truly look. 
“Here’s some breakfast for your troubles.” Y/n offers a plate to him, setting a fork down on it making a little clink. Harry thanks her, joining the kids who are rudely eating with their hands and not even giving their forks a thought (but they were toddlers so no one cared). Y/n eventually joins them, setting her own plate down with a yawn. 
“What are we doing?!” Milo asks, Harry tiredly laughing. “We are eating breakfast, mate.” He says, giving him a tired smile. Y/n laughs at the interaction, covering her mouth, “No, H, he means like… what are we doing today?” Y/n informs him, a giggle in her voice. Harry raises his eyebrows, “ohhh,” Harry nods, “yeah, I knew that.” 
“Well we’re gonna let them go home, baby. Then I gotta go down to the shop.” Y/n smiles, pushing Milo's sippy cup toward him. 
They finish up breakfast, Harry helping Y/n clean the kitchen before they finally get themselves ready and part ways, having a long goodbye. 
Harry was taking Milo out today and Y/n was taking Loralie out. Harry and Y/n talked and they thought it would help grow their relationships, even though Harry was already best buddies with Milo, and Y/n and Loralie were the best of friends they needed to become more or parental figures than best friends with the kids. So they arranged to take the other out and get to know them more, treat them like they would their own children instead of a friend. 
Harry was going to take Milo out to a baseball game and Y/n is taking Loralie out to get Mani pedis, to the mall, then to dinner. 
Harry and Milo were already at the baseball game, getting settled in while Y/n and Loralie are on the way to their nail appointment. 
Harry and Milo get settled in their seats, the game not started yet. “Are you excited for the game, bub?” Harry asks, looking down where Milo is sitting in his stadium seat. Milo nods, giving him a thumbs up while he plays with his toy dinosaur. “Dinosaur.” he says, making it walk up Harry's arm before making the brachiosaurus bite his shoulder. “Munch munch! He got you!” Milo dramatically says, standing up in his seat. Harry laughed, gasping and backing up a little, “Ahh!” Milo giggles. Harry didn't even know where he got that dinosaur from, he didn't see it on the ride over so he must have stashed it in his pocket. 
“Okay, bub, smile for mummy. Gotta let her know we made it here safe.” Harry says, pulling out his phone and opening his camera, leaning toward Milo and smiling widely, Milo smiling widely and closing his eyes, his small dimples poking out. Harry chuckles, pulling the phone away and sending the photo off to the little boy's mum. 
Harry: Already having bunches of fun! *1 attachment* 
“Loralie, text your daddy back and tell him I'm trying to drive” Y/n jokes, making Loralie look up at her while she's strapped in her car seat. “What?” she asks, making Y/n laugh, pulling into the nail places car park. “Nothing, Lora. Let's get our nails done, girl!” she sings, unbuckling her car seat and pulling her out, softly setting her down on the concrete and holding her hand while they walk into the nail salon. 
They get seated together, Loralie giggling at the chair massaging her back. Y/n snaps a photo of her to send to Harry later when her fingers aren't wet. “What color did you pick out?” Y/n asks Loralie, turning toward her. “I got purple, daddy likes it.” Y/n heart swells, Loralie is such a sweet girl. “Good choice!” she smiles, looking at the light pink color she picked for herself. 
“Are you having fun, Milo?” Harry asks, watching the boy eat a snow cone almost the size of him that he purchased for him not too long ago. Milo nods, smiling up at him while he spoons another mountain of the ice treat in his mouth, getting it all over his nose and around his mouth. Harry laughs, “Here, bub.” he laughs, handing him a paper napkin. Milo takes it, messily wiping around his face. Harry nods watching him try and get it off, glancing back at the game. 
The announcer yells as the better runs to home base, making a home run. Milo cheers with the crowd, pumping his small fists in the air. Harry's eyes widened, laughing for the thousandth time today. How did he know anything about the game? Milo looks around, still excited even though the crowd has died down. Oh, he was only excited because everyone else was. 
“Our nails are so cute!” Y/n cheers, walking out of the nail salon. Loralie squeals, looking at her purple fingers and toes. “Lets send daddy a photo!” Y/n says, putting her hand out, Loralie quickly joins her hand between their bodies. Y/n takes the photo, sending the one she took earlier of Loralie and the one she took just now to him before getting them back in the car. 
Y/n: Our nails are done :) *two attachments* 
They zoom to the mall, hopping out and walking around first, looking at some stuff through display cases, perfume, pretty (but super expensive) jewelry, and some old lady jewelry. Then they head up the escalator (Y/n and Loralie holding hands extra tight because Loralie was scared), going to look around at all the different stores they have. 
Loralie stops a candy store, gasping and pointing to it. Y/n instantly laughs, leading her to the candy store. “Okay, we're only getting a little, we aren't telling daddy, and we are gonna eat it after dinner, ‘kay?” Y/n asks, Loralie looking up to her, nodding as if she was keeping the most precious secret. They collect their candy, definitely getting more than they should have, but it was worth it to see the little girl so happy. 
Loralie squeals, running out of the candy store, one arm clutching the candy bag and her other hand still holding Y/n’s hand. Y/n laughs, walking with her. Y/n had expected to feel a little awkward today, not sure what to talk about or how to treat Loralie but she's had a bunch of fun with her and she already feels that parental role taking over. 
They end up in a random kids store, filled with stuffed animals, toys, kids jewelry, and clothes. “Look!” Loralie basically yells toward Y/n, showing her some play pearls. Y/n smiles, taking them and nodding. “Like what daddy wears!” she gushes, making Y/n pout, she's the most adorable girl. “Yeah, let's get them and you can match daddy.” Loralie nods, pulling another off of the display and holding it up to her. “For Milo” she smiles. Y/n pouts, kissing the top of her head. 
“Sounds good, babe” 
“Want a hat or something, Milo?” Harry asks, looking around the gift shop with the boy. Milo shrugs, more interested in making his toy dinosaur crawl up Harry's leg. Harry chuckles, pulling the toy up on his hip, “let's get you this hat” he says, flopping the small hat on the boy's hat before stomping over to the cash register, feeling heavy and bloated from all the crappy baseball stadium food they ate today. 
They buy the hat, Harry placing it back on the toddler's head and walking back to the car with him on his hip since he was half asleep. “I've had a great day with you, bub.” Harry says to Milo, almost to the car. Milo sleepily places his head on top of Harry's, closing his eyes, “me too.” Harry's heart squeezes, thinking he could cry. “I'm happy you did.” 
“Dinner was good!” Y/n smiles, throwing away their trash from their huge slices of food court pizza. Loralie smiles, wiping the rest of the greasing from her face on the back of her hand then wiping it on her pants. Y/n laughs at her actions, wiping off her hands. “Well, I guess it's time to go meet daddy and Milo!” she hums, pulling her up on her hip and heading back down the escalator to hop back in the car to drive back to her flat. 
They get back to her flat in about twenty minutes, heading up the stairs. She unlocks the door, placing a sleeping Loralie on the couch before she heads to her bedroom, changing into some pajamas. She hears a soft knock on her door, unlocking it and opening it to find Harry with Milo sleeping in his arms. Y/n laughs, “just lay him on the couch” she whispers, pointing over to the couch. 
Harry places the boy on the couch softly, making sure not to wake him. He walks over to the counter, watching Y/n get a glass of water. “How was your day?” he smiles, leaning over the counter, kissing her. “It was a lot of fun.” he admits, smiling widely. Y/n smiles widely back at him, “Good. I had so much fun with her. We had a blast.” 
Harry smiles, “That's amazing to hear, babe. Now I gotta get the sleepy girl home” he peers over the couch, watching his daughter sleep for a second. Y/n shrugs, “or you could spend the night again?” she smiles, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. Harry smiles down at her, kissing his head. 
“Yeah, maybe I'll stay the night.”
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tacmc · 20 hours ago
Another First Date {Fatherhood}
An extension of Oblivion. It’s not necessary to read the story first, but if you’d like to, here is the masterlist: Oblivion
A series of short stories that revolve around Cassian as a single father, raising his daughter, Lily.
Fatherhood {Oblivion Masterlist}
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Cassian looked in the mirror and slowly shook his head.
He felt ridiculous.
It had been almost ten years since Cassian had been out on a date and he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. If it hadn’t been for Feyre and Elain’s constant asking of him to get himself back out there and be happy, he wouldn’t even be doing what he was about to do.
It wasn’t that Feyre and Elain wanted him to forget about Nesta. Instead, they insisted that he was lonely, even though he really wasn’t. He had no time to be lonely.
Lily kept him on his toes.
At nine-years-old, she kept him just as busy as she had when she was a newborn. Instead of changing dirty diapers and gifting her unending bottles, though, he was taking her to dance and soccer, helping her with homework, and bringing her and her friends to the park on playdates. 
But, after his sister-in-laws thought he should be doing more for himself, they had set him up.
He had a ton of emotions about it.
Nerves being at the top of the list.
Excitement from time to time.
An excessive amount of guilt. 
Which was ridiculous. Of course, he knew Nesta wouldn’t have minded him finding someone else. It had been nearly a decade since her death. By now, most people would have moved on and found someone new. 
Cassian just hadn’t been ‘most people’.
“You look nice, dad.”
Cassian spun around, not having heard his daughter creep into the doorway. Kiara, their golden retriever, sat by her feet.
“Yeah?” Cassian asked, looking back in the mirror. “I shouldn’t wear the red shirt?”
Lily shook her head, arms crossed. “Definitely the black.”
“Alright,” Cassian sighed. “Thanks, kid.”
Lily nodded. ‘Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome. While you were getting yourself all prettied-up, Aunt Lainy got here. She’s ordering pizza for me and Nora.”
Cassian nodded as he grabbed his wallet and keys from off the top of his dresser. He slowly faced his daughter. “Look, if you’re not okay with this-.”
Lily groaned and rolled her eyes. “Dad, I told you it's fine.”
“I know, I just-.”
Lily, apparently having heard enough, turned on her heels and walked away, Kiara keeping just behind her. He had asked Lily the week before if she would be okay with him going on a date.
And he had continued to ask her every day since.
She’d never seemed concerned about it, had told him to go and have fun. He then went on to go into detail about what dates entail, and she told him to please shut up when he told her he may be kissing some random woman.
He also told her that no one would ever replace her mother.
It was impossible. 
And every time Cassian had asked Lily if it was okay, she had told him it was.
So, here he was, feeling like an inexperienced teenager, about to go out on a blind date. Tanwyn worked with Feyre, and Cassian knew very little about her. All he knew is that she was nice and pretty and liked kids.
Cassian figured it was a good starting point. 
When he went downstairs, Elain, Nora, Lily, and Kiara were all on the couch together, turning on a movie. When Elain saw Cassian, she whistled. 
“Look at you, handsome,” she sang.
Lily and Nora covered their mouths and broke into a fit of giggles. 
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, as he reached the floor and headed toward the door. He stopped in the living room, though, and knelt down in front of Lily. “You’ll probably be asleep when I get home, so if that’s the case, I love you and goodnight.”
“I love you, too,” Lily beamed. “Now leave. It’s girls night.”
Cassian snorted and leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead. “Be good.”
“She’s always good,” Elain said, shooing him away. As he walked by her though, she whispered, “Have fun, Cass.” 
He would.
He would try, anyway. 
As he got into his truck and put Tanwyn’s address into his GPS, though, he felt like he was going to puke. A date. What did people even do on dates these days? Was romance still a thing, or was it all about sex?
Mother’s tits, it had been a long time since Cassian had sex. He’d become quite friendly and familiar with his hand throughout the years, though.
That had been Rhysand and Azriel’s chime when he told them their wives were trying to set him up.
Look at it this way: even if it goes bad, at least you’ll get some.
As Cassian stopped at the stop sign at the end of his road, he felt the strong temptation to turn around and haul ass back home.
But, he knew that would only lead to a scolding from Elain, so he turned right and made his way toward the main road. 
Ten minutes later, he was pulling into Tanwyn’s driveway and regretting everything. 
Leaving his truck running, he strode to the front door, rang the doorbell, and waited.
He could hear hurried steps on the other side of the door, and then it was thrown open.
Feyre had been right - Tanwyn was pretty, and perhaps only a year or two younger than Cassian. She wasn’t much shorter than he was, with her long, tanned legs and long, brown hair. 
She smiled when she met Cassian’s eyes. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Cassian said, then cleared his throat. “You look...nice.” 
She wore a red dress that showed off a generous amount of cleavage. 
“You look pretty good yourself,” she said, and stepped out onto the porch, shutting and locking her door behind her. “I’m Tanwyn.”
“Cassian,” he said, and held out his hand like he was at a damned job interview.
Tanwyn let out a quiet laugh before shaking his hand, delicately. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Cassian, the gentleman he was, opened the passenger side door and helped Tanwyn up into his truck. He then got behind the wheel and put the truck into reverse.
“Feyre’s told me a lot about you,” Tanwyn said, when they began driving down the road. 
“Uh oh,” Cassian muttered. “All good things I hope.” 
Tanwyn nodded. “All good things.”
They fell into a silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, even though Cassian’s thoughts remained racing at a million miles an hour. 
What was she thinking?
What exactly had Feyre told her?
Was she aware that he kept glancing at her breasts?
It was going to be a long night.
They pulled into the restaurant and Tanwyn made a comment about how much she liked the place he’d chosen. It had been years since he’d been there, the last time being for a company Christmas party, but the food was good and it was upscale enough to be considered fancy. 
They sat in a corner and there was a candle lit between them. The waiter brought out a bottle of white wine, and Cassian wasted no time downing his glass before filling up again.
Just a little to take the edge off.
“You seem nervous,” Tanwyn said, at last, after the waiter brought them a basket of bread.
Cassian took a slice of bread out of the basket and buttered it up before he asked, “Exactly how much did Feyre tell you about me?”
Tanwyn’s eyes softened, and there it was.
The pity.
“I know about your past, if that’s what you’re referring to,” she said, and took a piece of bread for herself. “And I know you have a daughter, too. Lily, is it?”
“Yeah,” Cassian said, finally finding a subject he was comfortable talking about - his daughter, his love. “She’s almost ten, although she thinks she’s sixteen.” 
Tanwyn chuckled. “I get that. I don’t have kids, but I have a niece I’m close to. She’s the same age. Maybe we can get them together sometime.” 
Cassian nodded as he gave her a nice, gentle smile. “That sounds nice.”
The dinner went on like that. Tanwyn was kind, and she seemed genuine. There was nothing about her that was a turn off, nothing that seemed strange or out of place.
Which is why, when Cassian brought her back home after dinner and dropped her off, he walked her up to her front door and leaned down, pressing his lips softly to hers.
The kiss lasted a few seconds, and it was nothing heated, nothing intense.
It was….nice.
But that’s all it was. Just nice. 
When they pulled apart, Tanwyn smiled. “Goodnight, Cassian.”
“Goodnight,” he said, and she walked inside.
So much for getting some. 
Cassian made his way back to his truck and got inside, and drove back across town to his house. There was a soft light on in the living room, but the rest of the house was dark. He looked at the clock on his dashboard. It was just after ten. 
When he opened the door, Elain was sitting on the couch by the lamp on the side table, watching some horrid reality t.v. show. As soon as she heard the door, though, she was looking over her shoulder, brows raised. “You’re home early.” 
Cassian chuckled as he strode to the couch and plopped down next to his sister-in-law. “Yeah, don’t tell your husband that.”
Elain smiled, but she nodded as she looked back toward the t.v. “So, how’d it go?”
Cassian thought for a minute about the right way to answer such a loaded question, but he eventually settled on, “It was okay.”
“Okay?” Elain repeated. 
“Nice,” Cassian pushed. “It was nice.”
She looked over at him, then. “Will there be a second date?”
Cassian let out a breath through his nose and shrugged. “I don’t think so, Lainy.”
“Why not?” she asked, only curiosity in her voice. “She’s nice, and gorgeous, and judging by the pink lipstick on the corner of your mouth, she’s into you, too.”
Cassian hesitated as he reached up and wiped off his mouth. Sure enough, on the back of his hand was the softest tint of pink. He laughed, quietly. “She was nice. And, yeah, she’s beautiful….but, it just didn’t feel right, you know?”
"Because of Nesta?” Elain asked, resting her head on the back of the couch.
“No,” Cassian answered. “Yeah. Both yes and no.”
Elain just watched him, waiting for him to continue, patiently. 
“There was just no spark, you know?” Cassian said, at last, staring absently at the wall beside the t.v. “With Nesta….it was like this all-consuming fire. Constant flame, passion….” He shook his head. “Every time I even thought about her I would get so weak in the knees that I couldn’t function, and my mind….would just lose all train of thought. When I was with her, even when we were just kids, starting to date, I had no doubt in my mind that she was the one that I wanted. Even after the years we spent apart, I never lost sight of that, never stopped feeling that way about her. Even now, after ten years without her, Elain, every time I think about her…” His words trailed off as a lump caught in his throat and his vision blurred. He cleared his throat, and even though Elain didn’t push for him to continue, he said, quietly, “Nothing and no one can ever compare to what we had. And, I know relationships aren’t meant to be compared and that I could probably get together with Tanwyn, or someone else, and be happy enough. But, when you had a love like Nesta and I had….everything else just seems….small. Insignificant. Underwhelming.” He looked at Elain and he saw what was left of a tear that had fallen down her pale cheek. “I loved too greatly to love again.” 
Elain opened her mouth to speak, surely to protest, but Cassian shook his head. “And I’m okay with that. I’m at peace with it. You and Feyre worry too much. I’m not lonely. I have a great job, a great family, and an incredible kid,” he said, tossing his arm around Elain and pulling her into his side. “As for sex, Tanwyn was too nice for a one night stand. Good thing my hand is great company.”
Elain laughed, pushing off of him. “I can always count on you to ruin a moment with something inappropriate.”
“Yeah, that was an Azriel and Rhys comment, wasn’t it,” Cassian said, even though he was grinning. “True, though.”
“TMI,” Elain commented, shaking her head. She stood, taking her empty wine glass with her to the kitchen. “Wine?”
“Considering it’s mine?” Cassian chuckled as she disappeared around the corner. “Yeah, sure.”
She came back a moment later with two full glasses. “I thought I’d crash on the couch tonight since Nora is already asleep with Lil in her room. Azriel won’t be back from his trip to Adriata until tomorrow afternoon.”
“He needs a new job,” Cassian muttered, taking the glass from her outstretched hand. “Travels too much.”
Elain hummed in agreement, but the job paid well, and Cassian knew that’s why none of them ever complained. 
Cassian kicked off his shoes and watched crappy t.v. with his sister, instead of having spent the night with a beautiful, single woman. Elain didn’t push him any further about it, even though Cassian was fully aware that she most likely had a thousand more questions.
He had meant what he’d said, though. 
I loved too greatly to love again.
His relationship with Nesta had been more than a relationship. She had been his soulmate, and when two hearts connected on the level that theirs had, there was no going back to those simple, mundane relationships.
They just didn’t compare.
And Cassian was okay with that.
He wouldn’t trade what he’d had with Nesta for anything, even though their time together was cut far too short. He’d do it all again, even if it led to the same outcome.
Every damn time.
It was better to have loved Nesta Archeron and lost than to have never loved her at all.
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my-divine-death · 13 hours ago
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takenyoomies · 18 hours ago
I was at the airport today, going through security... and it dawned on me:
Sanzu Haruchiyo would be the whole ass idiot to try to bring a KATANA through security.
"Sir, what is this?"
"Oh- This is my emotional support item."
"...Yeah, we're going to have to confiscate this and you're going to have to step to the side."
"Sir- please calm down or-"
"Call the armed guards!"
And you just see past security, Takeomi facepalming before yelling:
And Kakucho is right there with him saying:
Koko is just sighing, looking at this floor, wondering how much it's gonna cost to bail Sanzu out of prison this time.
Rindou and Ran are cracking up, saying things like:
"Bro, I can't believe this idiot??"
"I think this is potentially the stupidest thing he's pulled yet."
"Please tell me you're recording-"
Yes, Ran Haitani was recording all of this for Tiktok and then put Wii Music over it later.
Mochi went to the bathroom when he got through security, so he came back and is asking for a play by play from the Haitanis only to laugh his ass off with them.
As Sanzu is being taken away, Koko goes up to get information, but Sanzu looks over to Takeomi and says:
And Takeomi just looks away, like he doesn't know him.
He then looks over to Rindo, who just smiles sweetly and then waves as he turns around and walks away.
Sanzu gets SO mad at this and just yells.
But where was Mikey in all of this?
This fucker snuck off the get an Auntie Anne's pretzel. He was outtie, he does not know these people.
Thank you for reading my airport Bonten HC LMAOOO
Later, Hina sees the Tiktok Ran made and is like
"Takemichi don't you know these people"
And Takemichi looks over and is freaking out:
"KOKO-KUN?!?" He looks closer "KAKU-CHAN?! OH HES PISSED..."
And then he sees a snippet, "MIKEY?!?"
And before he can get a closer look, the tiktok is taken down.
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ironxprince · 16 hours ago
prompt: placing a hand on the back of the other’s neck for adoptive irondad
buy me a ko-fi ☕
st*rker shippers dni
Being adopted after spending your entire life in an orphanage is intimidating enough. Being adopted by Tony Stark is another thing entirely.
Being adopted by Tony Stark and meeting his father, the one Peter spent his entire preteen years reading news articles and magazines and academic works about, is something completely bizarre, especially when Howard refuses to take Peter’s offered hand and glowers at him the entire time they’re being introduced to each other.
“I don’t understand,” Howard sighs when it can be said they’ve officially met. Peter casts a nervous look up at Tony, and sees his smile pulling tight, growing tense.
“What is there to be confused over?”
“Well-” Howard looks to Peter, then takes a step away from him and turns his head, as if this’ll stop Peter from hearing what he says in any regard. “How can he be trusted to run the company? We don’t know where he’s been. Anthony, he’s not yours.”
Peter’s eyes find the floor and he pinches his lips together as his cheeks burn red. If Howard wants to know where he’s been, Peter will show him to the corner of the dormitory where he’s spent his fourteen years of life. But the second bit... there’s nothing Peter can do about that. It’s true.
Tony places his hand on the back of Peter’s neck, and Peter peers up through his lashes.
Tony’s shoulders have stiffened, the man seeming to grow taller, and his eyes are filled with concentrated fury as he glares at his father.
“I can’t believe the company is the first thing on your mind right now. I tell you you have a grandson, and that’s what you focus on?” Tony snaps. “Peter is my son, and what’s mine is his now, including the company. He can do whatever he damn well chooses with it.”
Peter avoids Howard’s eyes as insults are shouted, Tony keeping a hand on Peter the entire time, even stepping in front of him at a point.
Tony doesn’t allow Howard to go on for a moment longer. “I’ve heard enough. Get out,” he demands. Howard goes, but not without parting words that make Peter shiver.
Tony turns to Peter the moment Howard’s gone, grabbing him by the shoulders and looking him in the eyes.
“You listen to nothing that man says, you hear me?” Tony says. “You’re my kid if you want to be. You can have the company if you want it. I don’t care what he says, Peter, you’re mine.”
It’s then that Tony pulls Peter into the tightest hug he’s ever experienced, and for the first time in his life, Peter feels truly loved.
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stuckwith-harry · 19 hours ago
A/N: Evening babes! I’ve had an extremely normal day and to cope with that I’ve decided to sift through some more of those Hinny ficlets I usually only write for my own entertainment and polish up another one, so. You get another little guy taking place in the summer of 1998, and I get some distraction. And ideally some ibuprofen. Featuring nosy brothers and precisely one bed (purposefully).
Of course, the instant they finally decide to move Harry’s camp bed from Ron’s room to Ginny’s, half the Weasley family finds themselves in their path down the various wonky staircases and narrow hallways inside the Burrow, gawking like there’s no tomorrow.
“Not a word”, Ginny tells them, while Harry’s eyes remain purposefully fixated on the task at hand, the camp bed floating in mid-air at the bidding of their combined Hovering Charms. “I’ll hex your toes off one by one.”
She’s answered with much snorting and giggling from several of her brothers, while Ron stands in his doorframe and watches them with an expression that unfailingly calls to mind Molly, watching the train depart Platform 9 3/4.
By the time they’ve made it to Ginny’s room, her brothers have pulled so many audacious jokes out of their arses she doesn’t think the colour of Harry’s face is ever going to return to normal again. Then it’s only her parents, whose half-hearted protest about a boy – a boy! – staying in her room falters when Ginny points out that this isn’t any boy, thank you very much, this is Harry (“You know Harry! You love Harry!”), who they personally talked into into staying at the Burrow for as long as he pleased only a few weeks ago.
When Molly finally lets her bedroom door fall into its lock at bedtime – a miracle in its own right – Ginny has threatened every single one of her brothers with the loss of some sort of limb, except Ron; and she did cost Ron his roommate, so maybe that makes them even.
Lying there in the dark of her bedroom, listening to her mother’s receding footsteps on the other side of the door, Ginny allows for five whole seconds of prudence before she folds back her quilt and grins brightly in Harry’s direction.
“She’ll kill us”, he mutters, but pushes himself up from his camp bed and climbs onto Ginny’s mattress all the same, like he reckons that’s a price he’s willing to pay.
Ginny snorts.
“This is new”, she says as they’re settling in, their limbs rearranging themselves under her quilt. “No one else has ever slept in my bed before.”
“You can always kick me out again.”
She makes a show of taking this into serious consideration.
“No, I don’t think I will”, she grins. “You’re a nice enough pillow.”
As though to demonstrate this, she scoots closer, her arm draped loosely over his stomach, her cheek pressed to his chest, Harry’s heartbeat steady through his t-shirt.
Her bed is kind of comically small for two grown people. And what luck that is, she thinks, feeling his arm around her shoulders.
“You fit nicely”, she says, wholly unprompted.
You fit nicely, which is to say, you fit almost like you used to. Thank fuck you still fit like you used to.
Then: “You’re warm.”
You’re warm, which is to say, you are alive. You are alive and I can feel the heartbeat that proves it, steady and dependable through your t-shirt.
“Sorry if I wake you up”, he mutters, his voice not quite revealing if all that quiet weight in Ginny’s words made it through to him, the way they’re tip-toeing through the dark. “Won’t be on purpose.”
Her brows knit themselves together. “No, you should.”
When he makes noises of protest, she only doubles down. “Really, if you can’t sleep, just give me a good shake. I won’t mind”, she adds after a pause.
I won’t mind, which is to say, you don’t have to do it all alone. Don’t do it alone.
Harry eventually relents, albeit huffing slightly.
“I apologise if I end up hogging the blanket”, Ginny offers, and he vibrates with quiet laughter. She feels it more than she hears it, the way it rumbles through him. “Or if I wake you, for that matter.”
“You’re a blanket hogger?”
“Only one way to find out.”
She feels his hand squeeze her shoulder and has just about enough time to start wondering if the weight of her head is hindering the blood circulation in his arm when he says: “Have all the blanket you want.”
While he speaks, she listens for an undercurrent, something small and sincere tucked away in more unassuming words, like maybe she’ll be able to translate it all back if she pays close enough attention. Maybe he’s trying to say as much as she is. Maybe not.
Either way, she understands.
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shegatsby · 20 hours ago
Loki and The Widow-Maker
Summary; You are the infamous bounty hunter that the TVA hires sometimes when there is a tough case, you are a skilled fighter and a cunning person. All your life you were an outsider, someone who tries to survive in this vast universe but what will happen when the TVA offers you peace and stability? You will find your true family and enemies along the way to achieve your ambitions, are you ready to face the truth?
Warnings; Spoilers of Loki tv series. Mention of death. 
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 A/n; Hi guys! I’ve always wanted to write a Loki fic and here I am. Let me know what you think please, your comments make my day better. Sorry for any typos. Love u all. (gif isn’t mine)
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Chapter One
‘’What’s the job?’’ you asked as you lifted your legs to rest them on the shiny brown table like a rebellious teenager, white haired middle aged man sighed wearily, ‘’Legs off of the table, please.’’ He said to you, his blue eyes seemed warm and understanding. ‘’The job is complicated Y/N,’’ he said and took a bite from his salad, he also brought you one before he sat down, there was Josta soda as well, ‘’I love this soda,’’ you took a sip, it was the first drink Mobius M. Mobius offered to you years ago, ‘’It feels,’’ you stopped for a second, thinking about a better word, ‘’home.’’ Mobius smiled kindly and extended his hand which was holding his soda and touched your soda as if you were celebrating something. Even though you never liked the TVA, Mobius helped you a lot over the years and you were filled with gratitude –you didn’t show him that of course- you were just a kid who got lost in the space and got tangled in the TVA’s soldier program, you were too unstable and combative that they dropped you off, you thought you would never walk the halls of the TVA again but you made a name for yourself, ‘’Widow-Maker’’ and that made them interested in your work. You were good at hunting and killing and you decided to do it for money, you had to survive after the TVA dumped you. ‘’What do you mean complicated?’’
‘’It means that I won’t be able to share all the info. For a while you have to stay here in the TVA and work for me.’’ As he explained you laughed sarcastically, ‘’I only work for myself Mobius, you know that.’’ You stood up to leave, this was bullshit. ‘’You haven’t heard the price.’’ It made you stopped, you were aware that the TVA pays handsomely all the time, ‘’Tell me.’’ You turned to face him, he sat back in his seat, ‘’You don’t have to be a bounty hunter to survive anymore. The TVA will clear all the execution orders on your head, you have enemies all over the entire universe Widow-maker, I assume you would like to travel freely instead of hiding and running all the time.’’
You were just standing there and shocked, you knew that the TVA is the greatest power in the universe and they could easily provide you a normal life but why now? What’s in it for them? Before you could ask a soldier came running to your table, ‘’Sir, you’ve asked me to inform you when the variant is in the court.’’ Mobius bolted to his feet, ‘’Listen kid, We’re offering you a deal which will come once in a life time, please consider it. I’m not done talking to you, wait here.’’ You just rolled your eyes and sat back to your seat, you were famished so you ate your salad and emptied the soda can, it had been a while since you were in the TVA so you decided to stroll around, see if your former friends are still here. You used to and still call these people corporate slaves, because they all wore a uniform and worked behind a desk and obey the Time Keepers. You found yourself laughing, no one saw them but they believe them, it’s like a religion. As you were walking you saw a tall mirror and caught a glimpse of yourself, you took a step back to fully look at yourself. You had black pants and boots, your daggers were tied to outside of your upper legs, you had a black leather top, a sword was attached to your back, the outfit was worn out. You didn’t know how but you could sew so you always fixed your outfit whenever you can and it looked rough. You approached to the mirror and saw how tired you were, the dark circles under your eyes and your weary eyes screamed at you to take a break from this dangerous life and accept the TVA’s offer. People at your age go out in their planets and have fun but as long as you can remember you were an outcast, someone who isn’t trusted, it wasn’t your fault, you learned how to survive by betraying people, stealing and killing.
After walking a little more you asked Casey –who was one of the people who treated you kindly- that where was Mobius, he said that Mobius was with a variant in the Time Theater Room. You heard about these rooms before but you’ve never walked into one, as you approached to the place there was this subtle unnerving feeling about it, it felt like a PTSD trigger. You shook your head before you walked in, how can one have PTSD before even living event? There was no one inside but you knew Mobius was here because there were 2 Josta soda cans on the table, but only one chair.. oh the other chair is on the floor at the end of the room. You closed the door and climb down the 3 steps, one soda can was open and the other wasn’t you bet Mobius drank but the other person refused, why? Maybe they didn’t feel comfortable enough to drink something, from personal experiences you’ve learned that when you’re eating or drinking something you’re vulnerable to outside threats, you might not see them coming. Your job though you a lot of things, you got a deep red scar on your throat to remember. Before you could sit and wait for Mobius to come a tall raven haired man appeared in the room, he dropped something on the table and fell to the ground, your instinct was to take your daggers and point them at him which you did that in a second. He looked at you questioningly with his ocean blue eyes, blue, as bright as blue stars and cold. His pale was looked tight maybe because of falling or discomfort. ‘’May I stand up?’’ he asked raising his hands slightly, you only nodded and watched his eyes go to the deep scar on your throat, it made you uneasy. He walked up to the small projector on the table and played with buttons, several scenes came up, you knew that in this room TVA made variants watch their lives, from beginning to the end, you just stood there silently and let him have his moment. You slowly approached to the table, he was sitting on the chair, shoulders shrugged down, you could see that he was sad and tears were coming unbidden from his beautiful eyes.
‘’Undying?’’ you heard an alien say on the screen and you couldn’t help but stare, it was like watching a movie, the man in the room with you slowly stood up, his eyes were focused on the big screen, he took few steps forward.
The alien on the screen choked this raven haired man and you could feel your entire body gone ice cold when you heard the crack of his broken neck, you could hear his shocked and scared gasp, ‘’End of File’’ the screen wrote. You always found new ways to hate the TVA, how can they make someone watch their own death?! It’s barbaric and cruel. What startled you was that this raven haired tall man started laughing, he just watched his future and how he was suppose to die and he is laughing like a maniac. He turned to face you, he looked a man defeated but even in this state his tall frame made him look threatening and that’s why you didn’t lower your daggers, ‘’Glorious purpose.’’ He said mocking himself rather than addressing you. A TVA agent barged in and you stepped out of her way. You knew her, she was  a little hard to get along with and they started to fight however this man had the higher ground because he used the small device he put on the table earlier and the agent started to disappear and appear over and over again. She seemed in pain so you lowered your dagger and came to stand by this man. He seemed he didn’t notice you but when you touched his firm arm gently he looked at you, ‘’Stop, you’re hurting  her.’’ You said and surprisingly he stopped. When that woman disappeared and never came back he threw the device on the table, sighed and walked back to sit with a huff. You noticed that he had a dimly glowing cube, it had the same color with his eyes, blue. He pushed back his raven hair with both of his big hands, he looked so broken and sad that you found yourself sitting next to him, you made sure to put a space between you two but that space was small. You could feel anger in him, it was radiating in a fast way, you’ve experienced same anger so many times. ‘’Why are you here? Are you a variant such as myself?’’ he emphasized that word sarcastically, ‘’No, I was brought up here. This was my home.’’ You shortly replied, ‘’So, not anymore?’’ you only nodded and before you guys could get to talk Mobius walked in with a baton which had a glowing yellow tip. ‘’Loki and Widow-maker…. What a strange combination.’’ SO his name is Loki.. this Loki guy looked at you as if he couldn’t believe that your name is Widow-maker, ‘’It’ s actually Y/N.’’ you replied to his unasked question.
As they were talking you sat there, you took the glowing cube, it felt heavy in your hands.
‘’I’m villain.’’ You heard Loki say and it made you look at him, you were a villain to for a lot of people and aliens all over the universe. ‘’That’s not how I see it.’’ Mobius said with his warm tone both looking at you and Loki. Loki took the cube from your hands, his warm fingers were slow.. almost too slow. He lifted the cube to examine it, ‘’You tried to use that?’’ Mobius asked smiling, you knew it was an important cube with powers but you also knew that no magic is allowed in the TVA. ‘’Several times.’’ And he threw the cube to the ground, ‘’Listen Loki, I can’t offer you salvation but maybe I can offer you two something better.’’ You looked confused, so your mission is related to this Loki guy? But you work alone, that’s your thing. Loki seemed interested and stood up, he turned to you and extended his hand for you, what was he doing? Helping you to get up? Maybe. You refused and stood up on your own, ‘’Fugitive variants have been killing our Minute Men.’’ Mobius shortly explained, ‘’And you need the God of Mischief and a little girl with daggers to help you stop them.’’ You could not believe your ears. The nerve, the audacity… you pulled out your daggers, ‘’I’ll show you who is a little girl you self obsessed princeling!’’ before you could attack Mobius stopped you, ‘’he didn’t mean that Y/N, he is just a pussy cat.’’ It made you stop but if looks could kill Loki would be dead in a second. For some reason he had a smirk on his thin lips, was he enjoying this? You rolled your eyes and relaxed, Mobius had a job for you, a job that can clear your name and gave you a new chance in life. ‘’Why me and her?’’ Loki asked actually looking curious, ‘’The variant we’re hunting is you.’’ Mobius said, you could see that the situation was a serious one. You have been hearing about Minute Men being killed lately but you could feel that this job, mission is bigger than you or Mobius.
‘’I beg your pardon?’’ Loki felt as if he had been slapped. He never liked not knowing or not being two steps ahead of someone, as soon as he walked into this TVA dungeon he felt unsafe and confused, scared if he dared to admit. On top of this he watched his own death, fought and tried to escape but he came to realize that his ways aren’t working here. He had to make a plan to ditch theses people and flee. He couldn’t believe that now he has companions who are as dull as the Hulk and as savage as Thor. He had to get out of here.
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smithandbarrowman · 5 hours ago
Dramione Insta-Fic 95
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mitchmatch24 · 16 hours ago
To Capture A Heart
Pairing: Hotch x male!reader
Warnings: implied sexual content, toxic masculinity, idiots in loveeeee, complicated relationships, slut shaming, sex work, angst, fluff, so much angst, good parent!reader, communication, anxiety, SO CUTE UGH. LMK if i missed one.
WC: 6049
“When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.”
-William Makepeace Thackeray
 You were sweaty and panting when you fell back onto the pillows, a satiated smile on your face, your chest heaving as you closed you eyes. You threw your forearm over your eyes, practically floating on cloud nine, a wave of laughter rolling over you as you began to come down from the high.
 “How was that for an old timer, baby boy?” Aaron laughed, settling next to you and pulling you into his body, your arms wrapping around him as you looked into his eyes. God, they were beautiful. Warm and brimming with admiration, offering comfort and safety and so much more when he was given the chance. Every time he had the chance to sweep you off your feet, he took it, like he always had.
 You smiled at him, nuzzling your nose with his and kissing him out of appreciation for the three orgasms he had just given you. “It was pretty good,” you murmured, copying his warmth and his admiration.
 “Only pretty good?” he asked playfully, smiling against your lips.
 When you both had started this relationship, you had never pictured it would lead to this. This had all started as what you would call a sugar daddy/sugar baby type deal; one in which he took care of you, pampered you often, fucked you well, all while getting his fix of affection and getting someone to practically spoil. It had began as something he did weekly, like clockwork so long as he didn’t get called away. For two days at some point in the week, you were his, all while he paid you and made sure you had everything you could possibly need.
 You saw other clients, got money from other men, had sex with other men, and wore clothes bought by other men for you, which was fine with you both at the time. But Aaron Hotchner was a possessive, possessive man, and he had decided he wanted you all to himself, offering to pay more so long as you stopped seeing other people.
 “I spend almost half of my check on you,” he had said, coming off as upset about it when you both knew he was fine with it; he wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t what he wanted.
 “Then find someone else,” you had teased back, knowing he couldn’t do it—no. No, he wouldn’t do it. There was a difference.
 And so you stopped. You stopped seeing other clients and were his, spending more and more time around him, getting paid all the while. And for you, that was enough. You didn’t want to admit you had fallen for him. You didn’t want to scare him away, money be damned. At this point it was secondary.
 “We should shower and then feed you. You get pissy when you’re hungry and I don’t want to deal with a pissy baby boy,” he teased, resting his forehead against yours, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly.
 You mock glared. “I will slap the shit out of you, Aaron Hotchner. I’ll show you pissy,” you joked, giving him a playful smack to the arm.
 He chuckled, jabbing his fingers into the sensitive spot on your sides, watching and laughing as you squirmed and laughed, begging him to stop. “Yeah? You’re going to get pissy with me? It doesn’t sound like it,” he remarked, his face lighting up as you slapped at his hands hopelessly.
 “A-AARON! S-S-STOP!” you bellowed, falling victim to laughter as you tried to writhe away. He finally did stop, holding you to him as you calmed down, your finger wiping away a stray tear, face beet red from laughing so hard.
 “Are you pissy?” he asked teasingly, amused and thoroughly entertained although he would never admit it.
 “Yes,” you pouted, hiding your face in his chest and neck, wrapping around him like a monkey wraps around a tree. You sighed, closing your eyes and smiling, feeling worn out from both an orgasm and laughing way too hard.
 “Don’t go to sleep, baby boy. You need to eat first,” he whispered softly, running his fingers through your hair absent-mindedly, a gesture he knew you loved.
 “’M too tired,” you muttered, sounding like a petulant child as you tried to cuddle up against him and go to sleep like your body wanted you to.
 “Stop that,” he grumbled in mock complaint, his lips brushing your forehead lovingly.
 “Stop what?” you asked back, brows knitting with confusion.
 “Stop being so fucking cute. You get your way too much, you little brat,” he complained, faux outrage lacing his voice, making you smile unabashedly.
 “It’s not my fault you can’t handle it, daddy,” you snickered, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
 “Still a little brat like you were the day I met you,” he scoffed, smiling against your lips as he kissed you again, sighing as you nuzzled into him. “I don’t know where I’d be if I never met you.”
 “I don’t either,” you agreed, “did you ever think we would end up like this? I mean, I’ve had dozens of clients, but they were never like you. I still don’t know what made you think you would enjoy having me as a…” You struggled to find the word that fit the situation at hand.
 “Business partner?” Aaron queried, grinning in amusement.
 You rolled your eyes, burrowing further into his neck in hopes of getting to go to sleep. He gave you a sharp slap on the ass, making you whine, pulling back to give him puppy dog eyes, lip jutted out in faux innocence.  “That hurt,” you complained, whining in that bratty way he loved so much.
 “That is typically the point of spanking you, yes,” he shot back, tapping your nose with his finger.
 “You’re mean,” you whined again.
 He chuckled, “oh I know. I’m evil. Now, up. You need to eat something and drink some water. I don’t want you to drop.”
 “M’kay,” you murmured softly, giving in. He helped you up, giving you some boxers and one of his t-shirts that smelled like him. He went about getting clothes for himself while you padded into the kitchen, opening the fridge to retrieve some water and one of those snack packs with fruit, cheese, and pretzels in separate compartments. You hopped onto the counter, smiling as Aaron entered the kitchen.
 He walked up to you, spreading your legs and standing between them, hands on your waist, rubbing up and down your sides. His eyes were full of warmth, a lazy smile on his face that he only wore at home. You really never knew something that mimicked a business transaction could have grew into a loving relationship.
 “Good boy,” he whispered, taking one of your hands and kissing your knuckles, his thumb running rhythmically over the tops of them. You blushed a light pink, still not used to being praised so outright. You never had been, despite how much you craved it.
 “’M still tired,” you murmured quietly, batting his hand away from the small tray of pretzels, “get your own, Hotchner.”
 He looked up, feigning shock, “you wouldn’t share your pretzels with me?”
 “You didn’t ask. You make me ask for things, so you have to ask too,” you fired back, popping a pretzel into your mouth to make your point. He raised a brow and you simply stared back, eating an apple as he came to terms with your terms.
 “Brat,” he grumbled.
 “Hypocrite,” you muttered in reply, holding out the tray of pretzels, “take one. Go ahead.”
 He took one, popping it into his mouth, “thank you, baby boy.”
 “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you sighed, acting like it was the biggest favor you’d ever done for the man.
 “Be polite,” he admonished, trying to suppress a smile.
 You smiled, leaning down to kiss him, heart beating faster in your chest. “I love you,” you said warmly between kisses, abandoning your food to put your hands on his shoulders.
 He smiled brightly, practically beaming, “I love you too. I love you so much. I’m so lucky to have you.”
 “I think I’m the lucky one,” you replied, feeling awestruck, kissing him again, “I love you more.”
 “Not possible,” he answered, “I’m bigger than you. That means there is more of me to love you.”
 You scowled, “mm mm. I love you more and that’s just how it is.”
 “Oh is it now?” he chuckled lightly, his forehead resting against yours, a lopsided smile on his face. You nodded, humming a quick ‘mm hm’. Aaron took in what seemed to be a shaky breath, his eyes on where he was beginning to rub small circles into your thighs with his calloused palms. “I want you to meet my team for dinner,” he finally said, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.
 The prospect was slightly terrifying given how much you knew about how much they meant to him. They were his family and you didn’t know if they were going to like you, especially considering the gap in age and the difference in careers. You swallowed, knowing you wouldn’t say ‘no’ no matter how nervous it made you. You wanted to see him happy and you did want to meet his family, you just didn’t know how they were going to react to you.
 Aaron wanted you to go for a completely different reason. He wanted to propose to you, maybe not at dinner, but he did want the help of his friends. He wanted them to know you more before he finally ripped off the band-aid and asked you for your hand in marriage. Marriage was a huge step, a step that scared him ever so slightly, and he needed any and every once of support he could muster.
 “Of course I’ll do it,” you answered, trying to hide your nervousness at the idea.
 “Really?” he asked, almost too quickly for your liking.
 You nodded, running your fingers through his hair, smiling at the light in his eyes from your agreement. “Mm hm… if that’s what you want, then I will. I know how much they mean to you,” you postulated.
 “I really want them to get to know you. They’ve been my family for such a long time, after everything that happened with Haley and having to raise Jack…” he trailed off, becoming more solemn.
 “Let’s not think about that stuff right now. Let’s just finish our night and go to sleep. ‘M still tired,” you complained, dropping your head on his shoulder, sighing as he planted a kiss to the side of your head.
 “Ok, baby boy. Anything you want,” he whispered, voice full of unspoken admiration.
 The next morning that came had you groaning, your eyes fluttering open to find an empty bed. You just groaned again, your body still feeling tired. It was a Saturday morning, meaning soccer games, children, and overall organized chaos with Jack and Aaron which your body was not in the mood for. Last night had taken a harder toll on you than you originally thought it would.
 You could hear cartoons floating through the apartment, meaning both father and son were up and moving. Usually it was you who was up first, letting Aaron get much needed sleep. Not today, apparently. You rolled over, closing your eyes as you internally found the motivation to move from your stop in bed. With a final groan and a deep breath, you got out of bed, pulling on some blue plaid pajama pants and padded into the kitchen and living room to say hello to the rest of what you thought of as your family.
 You smiled as you circled the couch, dropping a kiss on Jack’s head and looking at the screen, Spongebob blaring loudly, “morning kiddo.”
 “Y/N! Dad says we’re going to the game today and then we get to go to dinner with his team!” Jack yelled excitedly.
 You chuckled, brows raised, “inside voice, buddy, but that sounds awesome! What’s your dad doing?”
 “Dad was about to come wake you up for breakfast,” Aaron declared from behind you, sauntering over to give you hug and a peck on the lips.
 “Ew,” Jack commented, his face contorting into disgust.
 You just laughed, looking up at Aaron, “good morning.”
 “Good morning. How’d you sleep?”
 “Like a rock. Jack says we have an exciting day ahead of us,” you said, stumbling into the kitchen as you tried ignoring the slight pain in your ass. Aaron stifled a laugh, nodding. You shot him a glare, telling him to watch it or you really would get pissy with him. You grabbed a mug from one of the cabinets, pouring yourself a cup of coffee to wake you up.
 Aaron came up behind you, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing, “feeling alright, honey?”
 You rolled your eyes, staring down at your coffee as you stirred some creamer into it, “you did me so well I’m having trouble walking, you brute.”
 “I am truly sorry for my uncivilized behavior,” he whispered, looking behind him to make sure little ears weren’t close by.
 You smiled at that, scoffing, “no you aren’t. You take too much pride in your work.” He grinned against your neck, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, the blood thrumming through it calming Aaron down about his entire idea of proposing. He wanted you to be his in a permanent way, he didn’t want to see you with anyone else. He wanted this: holding you in his arms, listening to you talk, making you breakfast, watching you interact with Jack… he wanted it all the time, every single day.
 “Mm… you know me too well,” he hummed against your neck, moving his hands up to your sides and rubbing his fingers up and down them rhythmically. You just smirked, taking a small sip of your coffee. “Do you want any breakfast? Jack wanted pancakes so I made pancakes if you’re interested,” he said smoothly.
 “Mm,” you hummed, smiling now, “that sounds good. Go get our kid and we can eat before he has to get ready for his game. Do not let him forget his shin guards this time.”
 Aaron smiled, his face scrunched in slight confusion, “our kid?”
 You swallowed the coffee in your mouth, nodding, “our kid. Someone has to remember his shin guards and it isn’t you, so until then, I count as a parent.” You paused for a moment, thinking about what you had said, “Aaron, I don’t have to say that if you don’t want. I love Jack, but I don’t want to overstep. Especially after everything—”
 “Ah, ah, ah. We aren’t going to think about all that stuff right now. We’re going to have breakfast and then a nice day,” he interjected, smiling warmly—one of those smiles that reached his eyes. “I don’t mind. Jack loves you too, you know.”
 You nodded, feeling a tad overwhelmed from the prospects of it, “yes, I know.”
 “Ok then. Let’s eat, baby boy,” he whispered, kissing the side of your head once more before letting go, although you didn’t want him to let go. You wanted him to keep holding you, so you would feel more certain about what you were doing with him.
 Jack was thoroughly tuckered out after his game, much to your surprise. You thought a big win would pump him up but apparently he had used too much energy throughout the game to keep himself up. He was slumped in the backseat of Aaron’s car, you looking at him through the rearview mirror, Aaron’s eyes on the road rather than you or his son.
 “He’s out like a light,” you murmured quietly, turning your attention to the window, watching the city pass by.
 “That’s new,” Aaron muttered playfully, smiling as he glanced in the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of his sleeping son.
 You smiled, trying to suppress a laugh as you nodded in agreement, “yeah, yeah it is. I’m surprised he didn’t pester us to get ice cream after a big win. He did score three goals, so I would have been fine with it, but I’m still surprised.”
 “All the excited screaming and running around tired him out. We’ll treat him after dinner or we can take him out tomorrow to celebrate his three goals and very big win,” Aaron suggested. You just nodded, looking over at him, watching him drive. “What are you thinking about?”
 You blinked. “Nothing, nothing. Just admiring.”
 “Mm.. I know that look. Something’s on your mind. C’mon, tell me. You know I won’t stop until you tell me what’s wrong,” he retorted, knowing he was very much telling the truth. He wouldn’t stop until he figured it out and he was willing to dedicate a lot of time and energy into picking every interaction apart until he found out what was wrong.
 You were quiet for a moment, teeth sinking into your cheek subconsciously from nervousness. “Do you think your team will like me? I know we have seen each other a few times, but a few five minute interactions isn’t the same as a… family dinner,” you queried, unsure of whether you would win them over. You didn’t want to lose Aaron because his family hated you. Well, they weren’t his family, but they were pretty damn close.
 He was quiet for a few moments, more than likely picking and choosing his words carefully. “I think they will need time to get used to you, or rather the idea of you and me, but I think they will end up liking you,” he answered honestly, a gentleness in his voice he only used when he was comforting you.
 “I just don’t want them to hate me,” you whispered quietly, a twinge of shame wrapped around your words.
 “They could never hate you.”
 “You don’t know that.”
 “Considering you help get them time off, I don’t think they ever will,” he joked, albeit half-heartedly. You just stayed quiet, staring back out the window as your nervousness continued to build.
 Why did it feel like something was going to go terribly wrong?
 You tried your best not to anxiously count the minutes until you met Aaron’s team, a time in which your life could fall apart too quickly for your liking. You felt like you were going to unravel, anxiety eating at you in the pit of your stomach. You had met them all briefly, small interactions giving them a face to your name, but not much past that, especially considering most encounters were accidental.
 You stared blankly at the cars passing by, Jack rambling on about something in the back seat as Aaron responded with questions and comments to keep the little guy entertained. Your fingers flexed anxiously in your lap, your eyes avoiding Aaron’s at all costs out of some ounce of insecurity. You just didn’t want to lose him, lose Jack. You didn’t want to lose your family.
 The car came to a stop outside a large mansion, the house one that spoke of lavish lifestyle and Aaron’s range of friends. Then again it really shouldn’t surprise you, he did pay to fuck you. Jack yelled something you didn’t catch with a voice full of excitement. You slipped out of the car, pulling your blazer tighter over your shoulders, hyper focused on your appearance.
 Jack was running up to the front door to go inside, Aaron staying behind, a hand being placed in the small of your back. “Relax, baby boy. There isn’t anything to be nervous about. They’re going to like you,” he murmured confidently, his confidence unable to rid you of the anxiety-riddled thoughts in your brain.
 You nodded weakly, unable to look him in the eyes, “Aaron, they are going to ask us how we met. How are we going to explain we both fell in love while you paid to fuck me?”
 He sighed, thinking about it for a moment, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Just deflect to me, ok?” You nodded, beginning the agonizing walk up to the house. Aaron was at your side, radiating calm as your mind screamed from uncertainty.
 Jack had already gone inside, Aaron doing the same as his son, not bothering to knock on the door. You shot him a look of confusion, your confusion being returned with an answer. “Someone let Jack in, they know we are here.”
 Aaron entered first, you barely trailing behind out of nervousness and shyness. He took your hand in his, leading you to a back lounge room where his team was drinking cocktails and laughing among one another, a few unfamiliar faces among them.
 Penelope (her name was Penelope, right?) jumped up first, excitement coming off her in waves at your mere presence in the room. “Oh my god, you must be y/n! Hotch has told us so much about you, I can’t believe you are actually here!” she raved, making you look to Aaron for a moment, slightly unsure.
 “Don’t worry,” a man behind her cut in, “she’s always like this. She’ll get even more affectionate after a few more drinks.”
 “Derek Morgan, I will smack you and don’t think I won’t!” she exclaimed, glaring over her shoulder at Derek, who looked terribly amused. He took her hand, kissing her knuckles and watching her soften, something unspoken floating in the air between the two.
 You cautiously stuck out a hand, trying to ignore the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you, “y/n y/l/n. Nice to meet you both.”
 Derek returned the handshake smoothly, not batting an eye at your nervousness or obvious insecurity being around them all, “Derek Morgan. Nice to meet you, man. This is Penelope Garcia. She was too busy gushing over the sight of you to introduce herself.”
 “Derek stop pushing Garcia’s buttons! She will slap you and you know it!” another voice said, making you turn to find Doctor Spencer Reid shooting daggers at Derek.
 “And you are Spencer Reid, right?” you asked, not bothering to try and shake his hand at Aaron’s discretion, “Aaron talks about you a lot. Your research for Georgetown has been incredibly interesting. I still haven’t managed to catch one of your lectures yet.”
 He seemed to stutter to a momentary stop, looking at you with an innate kind of curiosity. “You’ve read some of my research?” he asked, scrutinizing your face.
 You nodded, “yes, I have. Aaron told me about it so I did some digging. Your theories on the future of profiling were incredibly interesting, despite what little I know about profiling.” The young doctor looked genuinely shocked that you knew of him and his work, his eyes threatening to pop out of his skull.
 “Sugar, of course he is gonna know who you are! You are extremely well known online in the science and psychology communities!” Penelope exclaimed, grabbing his hand and pulling him in for a kiss on the cheek. You noted the subtle shift in their body language, quickly understanding that the three of them were an item, despite all of them trying not to expose that. You acting oblivious, shuffling back to slot into Aaron’s side, your fingers digging into his hand out as your stress began peaking.
 “Aaron!” another man exclaimed, entering the door with a towel over his shoulder, a glass of wine in his hand, “glad you could make it, mio figlio (my son)!”
 “Dave,” Aaron replied with a smile, happily hugging the other man, briefly cutting contact with you before pulling back into him, understanding how off balance you felt. There were just so many people and those people were all hyper focused on you; no pressure, right?
 “This must be y/n,” Dave stated rhetorically, extending a hand. You took it, shaking his hand, eyes flicking to Aaron then back to Dave.
 “Yes, this is y/n. My partner,” Aaron replied, answering for you. You nodded silently, too busy trying not to panic in the middle of a room full of FBI profilers.
 “Well, I hope to get to speak to them more over dinner. Speaking of which, dinner is ready, everyone! La cena è servita (dinner is served)!”
 Everyone shuffled into the dining room, taking seats near partners and friends, children near their parents. The conversations were casual at first, everyone seemingly taking no interest in you or your relationship with their boss, but you quickly understood why. They weren’t going to ask questions in front of the kids. They weren’t going to get in-depth with a child involved, and they were waiting for the children to go back to playing in the back yard.
 You ate in relative quiet, answering questions when they were asked and politely keeping up with conversations, but not offering much past that. It was hard to do so when you felt that they weren’t interested in you, but rather interested in getting rid of you because you encroached on their family.
 Jack and the other kids ran off eventually, yelling to each other about something while Dave and Aaron laughed, watching them. Everyone was finished eating at this point, all of them relaxing as they sipped at glasses of wine or some kind of expensive scotch, or water, in Doctor Reid’s case.
 “So, y/n… how did you and Aaron meet?” Emily asked, looking away from JJ and Will who had been having avid conversation with her thus far. You looked towards Aaron, deflecting to him like he had told you to before you had walked through the door.
 “We met online, arranging to meet with each other every few weeks. It grew into something more,” Aaron answered smoothly.
 Derek quirked a brow, “so a friends with benefits kind of thing? No offense, but isn’t y/n a little young?”
 “No,” Aaron answered, shooting a stern look towards his coworker, “he’s smart. Extremely kind. A great parent to my son. Age doesn’t matter in my mind because they are emotionally and physically mature.” Derek’s jaw clenched, cluing you in to what he was thinking. He was simply holding back. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, eyes avoiding the rest of the people around the dining table.
 “What do you do for work, y/n?” JJ interjected, looking from Derek and Aaron to you, a small, sympathetic smile on her face.
 “Um, I’m a student. Other than that I… work part time,” you replied quietly.
 “What do you do?”
 You swallowed, shame rolling around in the pit of your stomach at your response. “Physical services… I would rather not elaborate past that,” you all but whispered, face becoming somewhat red. These were FBI profilers and you were a sex worker hoping to get a master’s.
 “Oh,” someone murmured, all of them looking slightly shocked.
 “Excuse me,” you said quickly, getting up and rushing out of the room towards the nearest guest bathroom. Aaron had pointed it out earlier so you wouldn’t get lost in the expansive house. You could already hear frustrated words flying back and forth between Derek and Aaron, both of them sounding defensive and slightly angry at one another.
 You went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face in hopes of calming you down ever so slightly. “Way to make an ass of yourself, y/n,” you muttered under your breath, taking another minute to regroup before going back into what was becoming a tension filled room.
 “Hotch, what are you thinking? Trying to have a relationship with a sex worker? They just want to be with you for the money!” Derek shouted, clearly upset about what was his big brother trying to seemingly degrade himself by being with you. You stopped, hair standing still, anger and shame and embarrassment filling your veins.
 “Really, Derek? It’s rich criticism coming from you! You sleep with a new woman every week!” Aaron shouted back, aiming to wound.
 “Yeah but at least I don’t let a whore around my son!” Derek snarled, gasps erupting from the rest of the guests, shocked silence filling the room like poisonous gas. You swallowed, tears threatening to come spilling out of the corners of your eyes. But you couldn’t cry. Not yet. Not when you had singlehandedly ruined a fun night for the man you loved.
 You entered the room, all eyes falling on you where you looked resigned and thoroughly distraught, Derek’s mouth falling open as he tried to rebound. He knew you had heard and he knew he had fucked himself over, but you didn’t care. You just didn’t want to be here. Not after humiliating Aaron and his family.
 “I am sorry for upsetting you all. I’ll call a cab and leave you to enjoy your night,” you murmured blankly, eyes seemingly dead and cold as emotion was shoved into a box and locked up tight until you could release it in private. You walked to your chair, grabbing the jacket hanging on the back and exiting the room, everyone still staring at you in stunned silence as you left.
 You called a cab, not bothering to say goodbye to either of the Hotchners as you left, deciding to go to your old apartment that you were planning on fully moving out of soon. Most of your things were at Aaron’s… he wouldn’t want you after tonight, would he? You would probably have to move back into this apartment, one that didn’t quite feel like home.
 You unlocked the door with a key you hadn’t used in months, the cold apartment feeling foreign. You dropped everything, slamming the door shut and flopping on the nearby couch, face pushed into the fabric of the cushions as you tried desperately not to cry.
 You had been right about the feeling of something going wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong, and now your world was falling apart.
 Days passed, neither of you saying a word to one another. It felt odd, not waking up next to him or speaking to him or joking with him over a cup of coffee before he went off to work. This really was it. The end of something you had cherished since the beginning.
 You climbed out of bed, feeling sluggish. You had class in an hour, not that you wanted to go. You had to, though, in any hopes of maintaining some feeling of normalacy in your day to day life. Numbness made you feel numb inside, the refusal to show emotions from years of having to prove your own masculinity feeling natural.
 You were going through the motions, putting on clean clothes, then you realized you didn’t have anything you needed for class. It was all at Aaron’s apartment. Great. You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face as it clicked what you were going to have to do. You were going to have to face this man whether you liked it or not.
 You pulled out your phone, scrolling through to his contact and dialing his number, heart racing in your chest from nervousness. Why should you feel nervous? You were only getting your things and then you wouldn’t have to speak to him ever again. He probably didn’t want to speak to you after the scene you caused by merely being with his family.
 “Hotchner,” Aaron mumbled, lacking his usually punch.
 “Um, Aaron, hi. I was wondering if you were home. I need to get my things for class,” you explained shortly, hoping your voice didn’t break with raw emotion.
 He inhaled, his breath shaky, “I am not home but I can meet you there.”
 “Oh, no, it really isn’t that big a deal Aaro—”
 “Y/n. Please. I need to see you. Please,” he pleaded, sounding broken up about not having laid eyes on you in the last few days.
 Your breath stuttered, unsure of what to do. Against your better judgement you agreed, mumbling a small, “I’ll be there.”
 “Thank you. I’ll be there in… fifteen minutes.”
 “See you then, Aaron.”
 You both hung up, unsure of what was to come next.
 You were anxious as you rode up the elevator to Aaron’s apartment, fingers tapping against your thigh. You slowly walked to his door, hesitating before you finally knocked on the door, the door opening quicker than you anticipated. He stared at you for a few seconds as though he didn’t believe you were really there.
 “Are you going to let me inside?” you asked, looking down at the floor.
 He nodded suddenly, snapping out of his little trance, “yes, yes. Come in.” He urged you inside, your backpack sitting on the dining room table from where he had moved it from the home office. You both stood there, unsure of how to address the tension between the two of you.
 “Aaron, if you don’t have anything to say, just let me take my things and leave. I get it, ok? I understand it if you don’t want to be with me because I’m a damn whore,” you muttered, unable to put any emotions behind the words, the sting still present.
 “I do want to be with you!” he snapped, his eyes pleading with you.
 “Why, Aaron? Your team—your family—sure as hell doesn’t want me to be with you!” you snapped back, finally letting your hurt show.
 “Y/N, I don’t care what they want!” he nearly yelled, a vein popping out in his neck from his pent up frustration. You looked at him in shock, mouth agape. “I don’t care what they want, baby boy. I don’t care what you were doing, I care that you ended up with me and that you are safe. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy and keeping you safe,” he explained, as sincere as a man could get.
 You didn’t know when tears leaked out of your eyes, they just happened. “Aaron… I don’t want to push you away from your family. I know how much you love them. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if they resented you because of me,” you whispered, eyes shiny and red as you began to openly cry.  
 “They don’t resent you. You missed Penelope and Emily scolding Derek and Spencer threatening to ‘kick his ass despite his size’. They liked you and they all think—me included—that he was way out of line.”
 “I didn’t mean to embarrass you with that,” you cried, practically collapsing in his arms as he hugged you, his chin resting on the top of your head.
 “It doesn’t embarrass me. You do what you have to and he had no right to comment on it. I love you so much, baby boy. So much. You can’t embarrass me with that. Ever,” he declared softly, rocking you gently in his arms. Both of you stayed like that for a long while, talking softly to one another as you slowly calmed down.
 Without warning he let you go, slowly sinking onto one knee as he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket, his eyes staring warmly up into yours. Your jaw dropped open, unable to comprehend that he was about to… he was about to propose?
 “Aaron…” you trailed off in a whisper, shock written all over you.
 “Y/n y/l/n, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be with you. I want to keep you safe and love you and make you happy because you have made me so happy, the happiest I’ve been in years. So, will you marry me? Please?” he asked solemnly, your mind feeling fuzzy from the surge of happiness coursing through your system.
 You nodded slowly, eyes shiny with happy tears this time, “of fucking course I will marry you. I love you too much to say no.”
 He sighed with relief, taking the ring out of the box and sliding it on your ring finger, the cool metal a stark contrast to his heated skin. You don’t know how you ended up wrapped up with him in bed, both of you surely in for a long day and even longer night, class and work be damned.
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sonder-mcu · 18 hours ago
Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 753
Tags: humor, fluff
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“Hurry up or I will stab you with this pen.” 
You were currently standing in the hallway just outside Bucky’s room, arms crossed and eyes closed. You tapped the ballpoint against your arm, listening to Bucky shuffle around a few feet in front of you. 
You’d been making your way to ask him if he wanted to join you and Steve on a quick run to the grocery store, and maybe grab ice cream on the way, when he’d stopped you suddenly before you reached his door and told you to wait, something about having a surprise for you. Steve was waiting in the garage downstairs and no doubt wondering what was taking you so long. 
“Hey, I’m trying to do something nice for you,” Bucky complained. You heard him open his door and then close it again, tossing something inside. 
You couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips, so you bit your cheek to keep it contained. “I know, and my patience is wearing thin.” You played games of banter with Bucky so often, you should be able to keep a straight face, but somehow his faux reactions still made you grin. 
“Well I could put it back if you want,” he threatened. 
“No!” Your mouth hung open for a second while you processed the fact that you’d just embarrassingly outed yourself. You heard him laugh, and you cleared your throat before trying to patch up the mistake. “Don’t put it back, I’d hate for you to waste all that effort.” 
“Oh, it’s all about me now, huh?” Bucky teased. You heard him grunt while he tussled with what sounded like a cardboard box and zip ties. 
“Always is, Buck.” 
He grumbled a sarcastic agreement and continued to tussle with whatever it was he had for you. 
You took a step forward, eyes still shut tight, teasing that you might spoil his surprise. “Do you need help there?” you asked. 
“Oh, no you don’t!” You suddenly felt his hands on your shoulders, pushing you back several steps. You laughed and let him turn you around to face the other direction. 
“Well then hurry,” you laughed out, “Steve’s going to leave without us, and I for one don’t want to miss my mint chip.” 
“Okay, okay, almost done.” Bucky opened his door again, tossed something inside, and then closed it. “Okay,” he breathed out, sounding proud of himself. “You can look.” 
You spun around, eyebrows shooting up into your hairline when your gaze landed on the ‘surprise’. “Bucky, what- what is that?” Your confused laughs interrupted your question as you stepped forward to get a closer look. 
“You always complain when I come back from a mission that I was gone too long,” he explained, a grin filling up his entire face. The glint in his eyes told you that he was apparently very proud of his handiwork. 
You reached out and poked the thing, biting your lip as you studied it in an attempt to bite back another laugh. Before you was a cardboard cutout of the one and only James Buchanan Barnes, sized to scale, and wearing one the trademark smirks he had when he was amused. 
“And this is, um, supposed to make me feel better?” you asked suspiciously, turning to face him. 
He nodded, sarcasm leaking into his words. “Yup. Put it in your room, take it around the compound with’ll be like I’m right there with you.” 
“And have you staring at me while I sleep like some accursed Kris Kringle? No thanks.” 
He pouted. “That thing was thirty dollars, doll,” he complained. You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He sighed. “At least take a picture with it.” 
You barked out a laugh. “Um, no.” 
The scowl you’d plastered on your face to hide your amusement might have wobbled a little when he gave you his best puppy-dog eyes. A little. 
You were sure you wouldn’t have crumpled if he hadn’t put up his hands in a pleading motion, but his act was too much for you. You rolled your eyes, going to stand beside the cutout. “Fine. Just one.” 
Bucky nodded eagerly, happily snapping a photo on his phone. You rolled your eyes but didn’t bother hiding a smile as the two of you made your way down to the garage. 
“He is kinda cute,” you admitted. 
“Thank you!” Bucky exclaimed, clapping once. “We could get one made of you. You know, to keep me company when you’re gone.” 
“Buck, I still have that pen.”
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Short and sweet, I hope you enjoyed it. And that it made up for my last fic! ;)
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