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witchersmistress · 7 months

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Hey Busy Bee,

I hope you're doing good.

Would you mind writing a fluffy fic where August (it could be Walter too) is taking care of his partner who is on period?

Take creative liberty and make it as tooth rotting as you'd like

I'm currently experience terrible period cramps and I'm in dier need of some comfort. Hot water bag isn't helping.

Thanks❤❤

Of course!! id be delighted to. periods cramps suck and i dont know about you but they make me miserable. poor Jamie LMAO

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Little Honey-Bee

Warmth surrounds me so completely that I almost can’t tell what tugs me out of my comfortable slumber. Arms are steeled around me, holding me tightly against a hard body. After August’s confession and earnestness in his words,

“ I wanted to make sure you were safe. You were always my priority, just as you always will be. You, my little honey bee, are where my life begins and ends, because a man like me doesn’t care about anything but their queen.”

I allowed myself to fall into a deep sleep in the safety of his arms. He never did strike me as the cuddling type, but every time I tried to roll across the bed to escape the furnace, he tucked me right back against him. I lay for a few moments, keeping my body still while I try to pick up on any noise in the house, but it’s completely silent apart from August’s soft snores behind me. It’s another few minutes before pain spreads through my lower belly and takes my breath away. Oh no. As quickly and quietly as I can, I pry myself from his grip and scurry across the room, not bothering to pick up my robe from the floor on my way back to my bedroom. I stop in the doorway and lean against the frame, pain radiating down to the tops of my thighs and taking my breath away. I’ve always had bad periods.

Ever since my first one when I was twelve. Most months, I spend two or three days in my room feeling sorry for myself because I physically cannot get out of bed, and by the way the cramps take hold, this one doesn’t seem any different. I must have lost track of my cycle since being here, but the arrival of my period does allow me to breathe a little easier. Although anything can happen, it’s unlikely I would get pregnant at this point in my cycle. If nothing else, I need to find a way to get on birth control without August knowing it, even if it only buys me a few months. I’m not ready to be a mother, and I’m certainly not ready to bring a child into the world while we’re at this impasse. We’re still trying to find a way to make things work, and for the most part, I’m still pushing him away every chance I get. Why would I want to bring a baby into a situation like that? I do feel comforted by his promise to never raise a hand to me, which means he probably won’t kill me when my usefulness expires.so the deal with my father wasn't a total waste

It may be naive of me to believe him, but there was something in his tone that told me he was being sincere, and it gave me the opportunity to rest.

“The reason I tell you this, Bee, is because I need you to understand that while I am a monster, I am not the same as my father and uncles. I do not enjoy hurting women, and I’ve gone to great lengths to bring us together. I would not do anything to jeopardize that, and I will never lay a hand on you in anger.”

I burst into my bathroom and quickly slammed the door behind me, turning the lock immediately. I’m sure there’s a camera in here somewhere, but the illusion of privacy is enough for me right now. And if August decides he wants to get nosey, it’ll be his fault when he sees something he isn’t ready for. Another cramp hits me just as I lower myself onto the tiled floor by the toilet, the pain so intense it makes my stomach protest painfully. I’ve done this enough times to know the throwing up isn’t far away.

My hands fall to my lower stomach and tears escape the corners of my eyes. I need to put some clothes on, but the cool tiles on my overheated skin is like heaven. Plus, I’m not sure I can get up off the ground without assistance, and I’m sure as hell not allowing August to see me like this. When I’m sure my stomach isn’t about to lurch its way up my throat, I crawl across the tiles to a stash of underwear I hid in here so I didn’t have to get dressed in a room I knew had cameras. Now I know all of them do, it seems redundant, but at least it’s handy in times like this. Next I make my way to the vanity, praying that whoever stocked it had the foresight to prepare for menstruation, and breathe a sigh of relief when a box of tampons catches my eye. Oh, thank God. The thought that I may have to ask the scary Mafia man, who has killed more people than I’ve probably met in my life, to go to the store and buy them makes me blush and scoff at the same time. Lord have mercy on the shop assistant that would have had to assist him. Before I can force myself to my feet to take care of business, the sound of my name booming down the hallway startles me. I don’t want him to see me like this, not when we’ve just started to find our way. But if I don’t answer him, it will only end badly for me. “I’m in here,” I groan, not sure my voice will carry through the door and into the hallway. Hot tears stream down my cheeks as my body begins to heave.

There’s nothing in my stomach, between everything that happened before August and I fell into bed and slept the day away. I never had a chance to eat anything, but that doesn’t stop my body from trying to expel the contents of my stomach. The door handle moves, but the lock doesn’t allow him to get any further, and a loud knock ricochets off the tiles. “Bee! Why is this door locked?” he demands, his voice full of anger. I’m sure he thinks I’m hiding from him, hiding from how vulnerable we were with one another. “I’m sick. Go back to bed.” I barely manage to get the words out before my body heaves out nothing but clear bile. There’s silence for a moment and I almost think he’s doing as I asked, but when the sound of metal on metal fills the room, I realize I’m about to have company. “Please don’t come in here, August,” I pleaded. Instead of a response, the door swings open, and a very naked August meets my gaze. I must look at a sight. Hunched over the toilet, naked, with tears streaming down my face as I clutch my stomach. He takes me in for only a moment before he’s kneeling on the tiles beside me. “What’s wrong?” His eyes are gentle as he gathers my hair in his fist and pulls me back into his hard body. His warmth comforts my shivering body, and I can’t help but relax back into him. I shake my head. This is mortifying. As if being taken by the enemy isn’t bad enough, I’ve then proceeded to start to like him, and now I have to talk about my period? Absolutely not. I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a wooden spoon.

August tenses at my silence, but his hold on me remains soft. He doesn’t strike me as someone who has ever looked after someone like this, but he’s surprisingly good at it. “I need you to tell me what’s going on, Bee. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.” “You can’t fix it anyway,” I croak right before another cramp grabs hold and a spasm shoots down my leg. “I’ll burn the entire world down for you, Bee . I can have a doctor here in ten minutes, but I need to know what they’re treating to make sure I get the right one.” His words are strained, and I almost wonder if he’s struggling to see me in so much pain. The man who causes grievous bodily harm and murders people for a living, doesn’t like seeing me like this, and that makes my heart do a flip in my chest. “A doctor can’t do anything for me. Plenty have tried, but this is just how it is.” The admission only makes me feel sorrier for myself. This has happened every month for the last thirteen years, and no medication, or birth control, has even begun to mellow out the symptoms, some of them even made them worse.

August lets out a breath and nods against my back. “Your period.” It’s not a question and I almost roll my eyes at myself. Of course he knows. Of course the man who has stalked me for the last decade knows about my long sordid history with every doctor in the city. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, and yet it does. “Yes,” I murmured . Silence falls over us, and I find myself relaxing more and more into his warmth. August brings a sense of calm to my usually active mind, and it’s nice to lean into the quiet for a little while, especially as my body revolts against itself. “Are you still feeling sick?” August asks quietly, his breath whispering across my bare shoulder. I’d all but forgotten I’m naked because he’s been keeping me warm. “No.” I shake my head, barely able to move even to do that. “Let’s get you in the shower. The warmth might help.” He stands carefully, never allowing my body to leave his, before lifting us both from the ground altogether.

The moment my eyes lock with a small patch of blood on the pail white tiles, my entire body heats with embarrassment. I’ve never been more mortified than I am right now, and I’ve done some pretty embarrassing things that have ended up on the front page of the New York Times. August’s gaze follows mine and a chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Little Honey bee, I kill people for a living. Do you really think a little blood is going to gross me out?” “It’s different,” I mutter to him. He uses his free hand to tip my chin up until my eyes meet his. “No, it’s not. It’s natural, and you don’t have to hide these things from me. We’re a partnership, and if one of us is in pain, or not feeling well, the other is always going to want to help in any way they can. If that means I have to clean up a little bit of blood, so be it. I’d do it a thousand times over if it meant it would help you.” I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. I’m completely speechless. No man has ever been willing to use the word ‘period’ around me, let alone buy sanitary items or even see me naked during that time of the month, and yet August takes it in his stride, and more than that, he wants to help. He wants to make me feel better while I’m at my lowest, and as if it were ice in a river, some of my resolve to hate the man who has taken me from my life cracks. August Walker is nothing like the man I thought he would be, and I’m beginning to think that maybe he was right. Maybe ten years ago when he saw me across a crowded room and decided that someday I would be his, perhaps he was right about it all. Because if I’m honest with myself, my heart is starting to beat in time with his cold, dead one.

August’s POV

Scooping my sweet little honey bee into my arms as I walked her into the shower and turned the water on and watched as the steams billowed out the top. Sitting her on the built-in bench as I grabbed her lofa and her body wash and began to wash her up. She tries to stop me but i shove her hands away “Bee, let me do this” she sneers at me before leaning her head back as i was the trickle of blood from her legs. Cleaning her up, I stand to tower over her tiny frame “Take all the time you need, I’ll be right back.” she nodded as I closed the shower door behind me. Going over to the closet, i pull out the mattress protector and extra sheets, i throw on some grey sweatpants and head down stairs, i toss her pjs into the dryer to get warm and i cut up some strawberries, for her, i sweet snack but not a heavy one and made her a cup of peppermint tea for the nausea. The timer for the dryer goes off, I pull out the stuff and head back up stairs, “Bee” I called as I made my way into her room. “I'm leaving pjs for you on the sink” i heard a soft thank you as i close the door with a soft click, making my way over to the bed, I take the heating pad, turning it on for her, and pulling back the blankets, i set the plate of fruit off to the side of the bed as the bathroom door opens and the steam billows out.

I walked over and scooped her up, as she protested and beat her small hand against my chest, i climbed into bed with her and position her on my lap and drape the heating pad over her, and gave her the cup of peppermint tea “For the nausea” she nodded and took a small sip, then leaned back and sighed. Placing kisses along her hair line and down the side of her head, i turned on her favorite movie, she snuggled up close at set her tea down, picking at the strawberries i brought up for her, within 20 minutes of the movie, she was passed out softly snoring on my chest. Reaching over and turning off the lights, I pull her further down into the blankets and just watch my little honey bee sleep, like I've done so many times.

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mrsmaybank · 3 years

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My Little Sun - Spencer Reid x Reader

“Can you imagine it?” I started, “A little girl who looks just like you? I’d be in so much trouble.”

She giggled, “Absolutely whipped.”

PART ONE HERE

A/N: It came out fast!!! I had lowk already started it, so that’s why this update came so quickly. Please don’t expect them all to come this fast LMAO. I usually write slow as fuck. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this part so I can maybe just maybe turn this into a mini series. Please lmk if you guys like :)

CONTENT WARNINGS: KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF SEX (lmk if i missed any please)

I paced the bullpen as the team spoke to Penelope. The shock of her pregnancy was starting to wear off, and now I could think more clearly. How could she? What was she thinking?

Recently, I’d found myself thinking about it more, a baby her and a mini-me. A family of my own, with the love of my life. It was exciting and like a lovesick fool it made my stomach fuzzy. But she wasn’t ready and I couldn’t do that to her. So how could she do it to herself? She hadn’t finished school, hadn’t started her career. She could barely take care of herself! I wasn’t mad, absolutely not. Just disappointed at her self-sabotage and the fact she’d made the decision completely without me. I couldn’t think about it for long though, because I was swiftly reminded by my surroundings that right now, there was a chance I’d lose her, our child and any children we wanted to have in the future. That was the priority.

“Garcia, check her credit card records, we need to see where she last was.” Hotch said.

“Uhm, okay,” Penelope took a deep breath while clicking away, “Let’s see. Her last purchase was last night, 6:49 at a CVS Pharmacy, oh--”

“What Garcia?” Hotch asked.

“She was um, picking up her monthly case of birth control.”

JJ broke the silence, “Spence…” she started towards me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank god.”

“Thank god?” Morgan questioned.

“She’s 23.” I wiped my face, “Whole life ahead of her.” The team understood what I was trying to say. Rossi’s hand fell on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“So why would she tell Brook she was?” Garcia asked.

“I uh, I..I don’t know.” I spat out. I really had no idea.

“Think Reid.” Rossi told me. “You guys ever talk about kids or pregnancy?”

“She might be trying to send us a message,” Emily added.

I thought back to the last time we discussed starting a family.

--FLASHBACK--

We were surrounded by timeless pieces of art and history, and yet the true masterpiece was still her. She was always beautiful to me, a perfect being, truly. But today, something about the way she looked today specifically, made her look like the kind of beauty you see in a painting. Had she been a painting, her creator must have been skilled. Each stroke of his brush creating every divine curve of her face and body to produce a work of magnificent art, one that I so proudly hung on the walls of my heart.

I remember exactly what she wore, and how it felt to take it all off. The painter had an eye for color. Her denim skirt, the length or lack thereof making me embarrassingly wary, was blue like the Mediterranean Sea, complementing the pigment of the skin of her legs. A white button down made of silk, not worn properly, of course. Too many buttons were left open at the top, as to draw attention to the gold adorned on her chest, but in the spell of temptation she procured to cast upon me, my eyes wandered to admire territories of her body they shouldn’t have. Not in public, at least. The buttons at the bottom were left untouched as well, revealing the soft skin of her stomach. She looked like an angel, but of course, went out of her way to instead be my temptress.

My affinity for her beauty aside, the wide eyes in delight at the museum artifacts and careful attention to my commentary were what made our excursion wonderful. The feeling of her smaller hand in mine, and the giggles and the teasing “You’re way too nerdy to be so stupid hot Dr. Reid.” made it absolutely perfect.

In exchange for her listening so attentively to my historical facts and stories, I took her for ice cream. She insisted we ate it on the greens of Lincoln Park. Who was I to deny her that? What came next--I expected. She’d devoured it. Made a mess of strawberry ice cream on her white shirt.

“It was the wind!” She insisted as the first of many drips of ice cream fell down her chin.

“No it was not!” I argued back while wiping it, “You just never learned how to eat ice cream properly.” I gently removed the cone from her hands and into mine, taking an overzealous bite. “This, lovey, is how you eat ice cream.”

“Give it back, you...you dickass!” She snorted. We laughed like two lovesick teenagers.

“Dickass?” I asked, eyes watery from laughter.

“Yeah dickass, give me back my damn ice cream.” I took another bite, “Stop! You’re eating it all!” She pouted. Pouts were unfortunately my weakness and I handed it back to her. However, in her rush, the pink scoop had fallen directly on her blouse.

“Way to prove my point,” I started to take off my cardigan, “You want dickass’s sweater?”

She wanted to be mad but couldn’t contain the wince of a smile. “Please.”

We carefully removed her shirt from under while simultaneously putting the cardigan in its place.

“Spence don’t let me flash! There’s kids and judgmental old ladies here!”

I laughed and shushed her, “I know, I know.” I moved all the fabrics quickly and it was done. Her sticky pink shirt was replaced with my soft sweater. “There.”

“My hero,” She kissed me, “Truly.”

She leaned back on our picnic blanket on her shoulders as we observed our fellow park goers. “So many kids.”

I nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah…”

“We should bring our kids here one day.” she said, instantly breaking my haze from the crowd so I could only see her.

I smiled again at the thought, “Yeah, and tell them how their mom is the world's clumsiest ice cream eater.”

She looked at me with disdain before shoving her shoulder into mine. “Shut up.”

“Can you imagine it?” I started, “A little girl who looks just like you? I’d be in so much trouble.”

She giggled, “Absolutely whipped.”

I toppled her so we were laying down, facing each other. She kissed me hard, and my hands went to the sides of her face, only pulling back to say “I can’t wait for it, you know. My two little girls.”

She smiled, “But I’ll always be your favorite right?” she asked sarcastically.

I laughed, “Oh of course. Always.”

“I’ll have a big ol’ belly, you know.” I nodded, “You’d still be perfect.”

“We’d have to go to the mall, buy me a shitload of new clothes. Do ya know how dirty malls are Spence?” I winced at the thought of thousands of strangers bacteria on every surface and she laughed, “Got ya.” I shook my head, “Nope! I uh, I’ll just bring hand sanitizers and uh, to the Maternity section we’ll go.”

“Non-stop Panda express eating.” I nodded again, “I’ll be non-stop Panda Express buying, then.” She smiled so hard her nose scrunched.

“I love you Spencer.”

“I love you too. I am so in love with you.”

--FLASHBACK ENDS--

“Yeah but it was trivial.” I said.

“Maybe not,” Hotch argued, “Was anything mentioned specifically?”

“A name she liked?” Prentiss added, “Maybe a craving she thought she might have? Anything at all?”

I nodded, “Not a food, but a fast food place. Panda Express.” I doubted that would be helpful.

“It’s a stretch but, Garcia, check for any dilapidated buildings within 10 miles of a Panda Express.”

“Yes sir,” She typed away and then said, “No, guys. I’m sorry. All of our Panda Express’s are in pristine malls or new developments.”

“Mall!” I shouted, “She said we’d have to go to the mall! She knows I hate the mall.”

Morgan pointed at us, “The tiles in that room look like they could be from some 80’s Bloomingdales.”

“Garcia-” I said.

“Already on it.”

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The pregnancy ruse was either going to get me killed, or save my life. It was a moment of panic and I just wanted to throw her off. I know it did, but in what direction?

She was still crying, her demeanor with me was still laced with bitter animosity, but she was calmer now.

“How long have you known?” Brook asked, the contents of her flask now empty and her words slurred.

“I found out yesterday.” I lied through my teeth.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Had you guys talked about it?”

“Vaguely.” I admitted.

“What’d Spencer want? Boy or girl?” I debated on whether or not to say, and she caught on. “Don’t fucking lie.” She stated harshly.

“Girl.” I breathed out. “He wants a girl.”

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I don’t care.” I said. That was true.

“How come?”

“I just want to start a family with him. Don’t really care about the gender…” That was true as well.

“Oh.” she nodded her head, “Why’d he want a girl?” It was strange, her genuine curiosity. It freaked me out, but my alternative was being stabbed. I chose to just answer her questions, regardless of how much I really did not want to.

“He liked the idea of a little girl who looked like me.”

She winced, eyes tearing up further. “Right.” I was beginning to realize her feelings were very real.

“You really like him, don’t you?” I asked. I knew I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help it. My head was still looking for an answer as to how she could be driven to do something like this.

She clasped her hands together, her anger returning. “Don’t fucking start. You know nothing of what I feel for Spencer.” She came up closer and tugged at my hair, “Fucking nothing.”

“Okay,” I grimaced at the pain from the force at which she pulled my hair, “I-I’m sorry.”

She let go, “You should be. You really, really fucking should be.” She sat back down, pensive for a while. I wish I knew what she was thinking about.

My heart had not stopped it’s fast pace ridden with anxiety since I gained full awareness of my situation, but now, it felt like it was going to burst through my chest. Was she planning on just killing me now?

My anticipation ceased when she got up and brought back the camera with her again. “Hello BAU. There has been a change in plans. Your beloved,” The words reeked of sarcasm, “Y/N here, will be returned eventually. . She’s gonna be fine. However, it is now in everybody best interest if this video feed was cut out. Sorry.” She said before mouthing, “No I’m not.” She shut the camera off.

She turned to me, “I hate you. Fucking despise you.” Figures.

“But I would never hurt Spencer. Or his child. Even if it is being carried by a whore like you.”

She began to pace once more, “You’re obviously a mistake on his part. You clearly tricked him with sex and...no just sex I think. You're not really smart enough to be capable of anything else. Regardless, he’s probably already thinking about abortions or adoption. There’s no way in hell a man like him could ever want to start a family with a girl like you.” She shook her head, “Absolutely not.”

I could only nod my head at her delusions. This woman was so far up her ass.

She pinched my cheeks together with her cold hands, “You tried to trap him. How’d that go for you?”

I was silent.

“I asked you a fucking question!” She held my face impossibly tighter.

“Poorly.” I got out, “Poorly.”

“In 9 months, I’ll help you deliver your baby. And then, you can go.” Brook backed away and let go of her tight grip on my face. “I’m keeping the kid. Raising it.” She smiled, “I’ll be the mother Spencer’s child will deserve. And then-” A giggle creepily reminiscent of a schoolgirl’s left her throat, “He’ll love me!”

Brooks intention had twisted from wanting to murder and torture me as revenge for “taking” Spencer, to a now twisted maternal desire for his (hypothetical) child. But if Spencer and his team couldn’t find me before the time I was supposed to be showing, I was fucked. Utterly fucked.

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peculiarpatches · 3 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

this is part 1 of 4 or 5 (??) parts. if you like this, please give it a like and or reblog (or both). feedback is appreciated, always!! this first chapter contains smut. so if that makes you uncomfortable, this isn’t for you. and again, this is part one of others so there will be more :)

WARNING: public sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, angst slightly??? but not really??? it’s going to get angsty more later down the road, lmao. so, buckle up. it’s one hell of a ride. enjoy :)

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A flush of regret wipes over my body. The moment our lips touch, it washes over me like a waterfall. One drop then thousands of drops came pouring down, soaking me until I was drowning in it. Regret & anxiety; Both washes over me and yet, I know what I am doing is wrong but I can't bring myself to stop. A tiny part of me didn't want it to stop, either. He knew that, I knew that. Yet, nobody said anything. We didn't have to. We were too busy, too caught up, in each other that we didn't need to talk. No words needed to be spoken, to be said. We knew it was wrong but... if it was so wrong, why did it feel so right? A moan escapes past my lips and drips onto his tongue. His hands found their way to my hips, fingers sneakily trailing up my shirt and he curls his fingernails deep into my skin, making another whimper slip out from me; no matter how hard I tried not to speak or let any noise out, he got me to do the complete opposite. "Now, now, remember what I said... We've got to keep quiet, okay, baby girl?" He had said this earlier and yet, it seemed as if he wanted nothing more than to get me to scream and shake. To be putty in his hands, to melt under his touch.. The little shit was trying anything - everything - to get me to make noise. And unfortunately, it was working. I shouldn't love him and he shouldn't love me. Yet, here we were; Tangled together with our lips locked and our hands caressing every body piece we could manage to find. We were in the most uncomfortable place to do this at, though. We were in one of the closets of Hawkin's community pool. It was after hours now, the pool had been closed for some time, they always closed when the sun went down and when the children's fathers got off of work and the mothers had to be quick on their feet and head home to cook them a meal. A few people were still in the parking lot, a few life guards were also gathering their supplies and getting ready to set, sail, and go home. Yet, Billy told me he had a surprise for me if I stayed past my curfew and past my work schedule. Of course, I knew what he wanted. I knew what he had up his sleeve. (The so called surprise, as you may have guess is... *drum roll* his cock!! What an amazing present to gift someone, right?) I, being the dumbass that I am, agreed, though. It wasn't bad, per say. It never was bad. Hell, it only got better within each sacred and secret moment we shared together. That's where the problem was at; I was tired of being a secret. Tired of hiding from everyone. Tired of feeling used. I wasn't Billy's rag doll he could use and carry with him wherever. I also wasn't his personal sex toy that he could slip his dick into whenever, wherever. I was tired. So, fucking, tired. I was exhausted, mentally and physically. Having to keep the secrets buried away, hiding them in a place they can't be broken or seen, it was truly going to be the death of me. Especially from Steve. I was tired of lying to him. Steve Harrington was my best friend. Best friends since kindergarten, he and I. I hated that I was hiding my relationship - was it even that? - with Billy to him. Steve and I went to each other for everything. Always have, always will. When he and Nancy broke up, he came to me, crying his heart out and drowning my shirts (and pillows and blankets) with tears and snot. (Thankfully, he cleaned them up so I didn't have to. I would've done it in a heartbeat, though. I loved Steve. Steve is my best friend, I'd do anything for him, as I know he'd do anything for me. So, lying to him made me feel like the shittiest person alive.) That night, along with many other restless ones, we talked and talked until the sun came up. I did everything I could to make him happy, to cheer him up. I baked him his favorite cookies and favorite meal once as well to try and make him feel better. Almost burnt the kitchen down while doing so, too. And, okay, maybe, the meal and the cookies didn't work out and I failed. In the end, it put a smile on Steve's face which is all I had been dying to see. Soda dripped from Steve's nose and burnt his nostrils, he was laughing so hard when the fire alarm went off, letting us know the cookies in the oven were bursting in flames. Luckily, we saved the kitchen from exploding with fire and clouding with smoke. Can't say the same for the cookies, sadly. From that day and onward, he and I still made jokes about burnt crisp cookies and nearly dying because of trying to bake them together. It was one of our favorite inside jokes, actually. ("I went to the store yesterday and I walked up and down the aisles and guess what? Not a single one had burnt crisp cookie dough.") ("You see this bullshit, Harrington? All the cookies in the world are at this fundraiser expect for burnt crisp cookie dough!" "Oh, man, I'm going to have to talk to the principal about that one... I cannot believe they'd do something like this.") When I got dumped by one of the basketball players on the Hawkin's high school team, Steve was the first (and only) one who reached out to me and cheered me up. He rented out a few of our favorite movies together and before they could close, Steve and I were quick to rush to the grocery store and we picked up as much junk food as our arms could carry. That night - along with others - was full of nothing but contagious laughter, sweet and salty foods, and horrible but too good to put down and look away movies. All the thoughts of Steve wash away once I feel Billy's hand dip into the opening of my underwear, his calloused fingers pushing the thin layer of fabric aside as his index finger slips between my folds, a gasp leaving me as I feel his touch. His touch felt like fire among my skin, and I was an ice cube, melting in the palm of his hands. I could feel myself sinking and sinking, slipping away into the pleasure he was about to bring onto me. "I love when you make that face," He whispers against my neck, lips drifting across my skin, not quite in contact but not so far away either where I couldn't feel him. His breath was hot and I could smell the peppermint gum as he talked. "Love hearing those pretty but pornographic moans of yours.... gets my cock so hard, you get me so worked up, baby girl...." Billy's scent was intoxicating. Even right now with the left over smell of coconut lotion smeared across his skin from lathering himself up early in the morning, he smelled perfect. As perfect as can get. He smelled of coconut mixed with peppermint and a cologne I couldn't pinpoint on exactly what or which brand. All the scents together may sound odd and unsatisfying but I was nearly drooling as the different fragrances overwhelmed my senses. That and the fact he pushes his index and middle finger inside me, so easily, without any trouble whatsoever. Him, doing that earned another gasp to fall off of my lips as it was so sudden, so unexpected. I knew I was wet, could feel the puddle of wetness coating the bottom half of my underwear but I hadn't known I was so hot and bothered he could easily slip two fingers into me. I shouldn't act so surprised, this was Billy Hargrove, after all. Billy was one, if not, the most attractive guy in Hawkin's, Indiana. Well...in our age group, anyways. A lot of other students and fellow classmates were far from attractive. (Minus Steve, but of course, he doesn't count. He knows he's attractive, just as much as Billy does. Me, telling him he's cute and everything wouldn't change the fact. He already knows it.) Moments like this, I wish I had a jar I could bottle these memories up and store them away, have a look back upon them some day with a smile on my face. I've never felt so alive, so wanted, needed and loved... not until I met Billy. He made me feel as if I was on cloud nine and he made me feel as if I could do anything - everything - and I wasn't just some girl, some hookup, to him. I was special. Sure, hiding and keeping secrets wasn't the greatest feeling in the world, I'll have to have a talk with him about it, about the way I felt, but as of right now, I wanted to touch him the way he was touching me. I wanted to make him feel the butterflies in the pit of his stomach, the ones I was feeling right now. The ones I always feel when he presses his lips against mine or when he just touches me, in general. Hell, even when he smiles in my direction, holds my hand with his much larger one and or laughs at a not so funny joke I tell. I wanted to make his heart skip a beat, as he did with me. I wanted to make him feel as special as he makes me. Before I could register what I am about to say, those three little words leave my lips before I could put a stop to them. "I love you." I couldn't stop the sentence, even if I tried. Billy said nothing. He hums in reply, but no words leave his mouth. He continues to move his fingers back and forth, curling and scissoring his digits deep inside me. I groan quietly, leaning my head back against the shower tile wall, holding myself up the best I could from the position I was in. "There's a good girl," is all he says. He either doesn't acknowledge what I said or he chose to ignore it. My heart aches at the second option but the feeling goes away rather fast as he's sinking to his knees and spreading my legs far apart, his head guiding up to face my cunt and before I know it, his tongue - his mouth - everything is inside and I feel as if I'm on fire. "Oh... Oh, Billy..." I mewl, slowly my eyelids drift close on their own as I press my lower half into his welcoming mouth, my breathing began to grow heavy as his tongue swirls against my cunt which hardens underneath him. He grips his fingers into my thighs, more than likely putting imprints of his nails into my skin by how hard he pressed them down. I didn't mind a few bruises. The bruises were a reminder this was all happening and not some form of my imagination. Even from the position he was in, I could feel the outline of his lips curving upward and I didn't need to look down to see the famous Hargrove smirk sitting there across his face; I could feel him smiling in between my thighs. He, to my disappointment, pulls away, but he doesn't stay far back for too long. The cheeky little shit only wanted to lock eyes with me, shoot me a wink before diving back down in between my legs, eating me out as if he was starving. Saliva dripped down his chin and I could feel it sliding off of my thighs, too. His tongue was everywhere, going from my pussy to the inside of my thighs to my clit back and all over again. He was devouring me, eating me out as if we were running out of time which was far from the truth. I didn't mind it one bit. Wasn't complaining in the slightest. My only issue was how close I was getting to an orgasm. The signs were all there, slowly building up. My heart was pounding faster than before, my legs were shaking and my knees began to buckle. It was getting harder to keep upward. My eyelids could barely keep open, the familiar fluttery feeling grew bigger and stronger in my stomach. Billy, probably knowing I was close to my peak, pulled away and before he stands up, he pushes his shorts down, letting them hang by his feet. "Next time, princess, I want to see that mouth of yours stuffed with my cock; see you gagging for it, all around me. As of right now, I just want to fuck you and leave you breathless, now bend over and let me see that pretty pussy of yours, baby. 'm gonna wreck it, have you feeling me for days, have you feeling this cock in your stomach. That's what you want, isn't it? To be fucked like I hate you?" Before I could reply, he's taking me by the wrist and bending me forward, laying my body against one of the shelves in the closet as he rubs my opening with the head of his cock, sending a shiver to run through my body, goosebumps prickling my skin as I breathe through my nose, closing my eyes. I wait for him, wait for the stretch and the opening of his cock but it doesn't come as quickly as I would have liked. "I don't, by the way. Hate you." He said, leaning forward whereas his back touches my own, "I'll fuck you like I do but I don't. The feeling is mutual." He said and before I could reply - before I could ask what he meant - he's pushing forward, pressing his cock deep inside me, sinking into me with a growl. "You're so fucking tight, always so fucking tight." He grunts, hissing through his teeth as he rocks his hips back and forth, his cock going deeper inside me, inch by inch, I feel him. He's all I could feel. He's all I want to feel. "Please..... please, Billy." My words are crumbling together, my body was breaking apart. "Tell me," He purred, his breath lightly fanning against my ear as he spoke, his voice was low and irresistible, it made every part of me shake as he spoke. "Tell me what you want. You have to speak up in order to get what you want, love.... So, tell me." "Just you, you, you, you." I'm begging now. I can feel myself getting closer and closer. I'm holding onto the shelf so tightly because I'm afraid I'm going to fall over. The feeling is growing, the bubbling sensation is getting larger and I can feel myself getting ready to burst. "Please, Billy, fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like I'm some whore on the street. Fuck me-" My words are cut off by the way he pulls out only to slam back into me. Him, doing this - the sudden force and movement - is what makes me come undone. I knew I wasn't going to last long. Luckily, neither does he. "Oh, fuck. Already came, did you? Such a good girl. Fuck~ you're such a good girl for me. 'm gonna cum too, fuck, I'm so close, (Y/N)." His words, much like mine were, slur together, his thrusts become sloppy and messy. And before I know it, he's cumming with a cry of my name, filling me up as he does so. "Shit...." He groans, pulling back slowly as he then pulls me up with him, pulling me around to face him as he kisses me suddenly, the taste of myself still strong on his tongue. It shouldn't be a turn on but it was. However, I was too exhausted for a round two any time soon. I kiss him back, smiling against his lips. We stay in this position for a few seconds, saying nothing because the kiss says what all that I needed to hear. He loved me too. Pulling back, Billy smiles and moves a few pieces of hair out from my face, leaning forward, he captures my forehead with his lips, kissing it with so much softness and affection, I feel all warm and tingly on the inside. This is the Billy nobody but me got to see. This is the Billy I was in love with. Not the one he portrayed for everyone in town to see. He didn't have to play pretend, to put on a show, I loved him for who he was. Even the fake persona he wore. I knew it wasn't him, not at all. "I love you." Something flashes across his face the moment I say those three words, there's a certain look in his eyes I can't make out but he grins nonetheless and pulls me closer to him, hand finding their way to my cheeks as he moves to kiss me the way he had done before. "And I love you." Of course, I should have known he was lying. It was Billy Hargrove, after all. He didn't date. Didn't fall in love. All he cared about was the person that looked back at him in the reflection of his mirror and getting into girl's pants, no matter who it was. More importantly, he didn't fall in love with me. It was all a lie, all a trick, and I was nothing more than a puppet on strings for him to toy around with. I didn't know this until the next day. If I had known, I wouldn't have given myself up to him so easily.

I was - I still am - a fool for falling for his little white lies. I should have known. All the red flags were there but..... I guess I was just color blind. I just wanted to be loved. And I thought he loved me..... I really did. I guess I was just another girl to put on the top of his list.

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lunatens · 3 years

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since we’re alone

word count: 1.7k

genre: angst + fluff

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

requested by...too many people to count ksjdfbskg

a/n: im so sorry this took so long, i think like 10+ people asked for me to write a sequel (which is kind of a lot considering tmta has like..less than 100 notes lmao) but i really struggled to find the motivation til now ;-; i really hope you guys like the direction i decided to take this!! also yes i did name this series after niall horan songs what about it

*this is a sequel to “too much to ask” so if you haven’t read that, you probably should read it first!*

confusion hits you as the rosy glow of the morning sun lands on your face. why the hell is it so bright? you groan as you pry open your sleepy eyes only to see the sunrise blazing through the large windows of your living room, and the memories of last night’s events come back to you. your head hurts a bit; probably a mixture of the morning light, the alcohol you had last night, and then crying yourself to sleep.

you rub the sleep from your eyes, surprised to see a blanket you don’t remember using falling to the floor as you stretch. you reach for your phone on the coffee table to check the time—too early to be awake, dammit—only to notice a glass of water right there. yeah, that definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep. picking it up, the cool condensation leaves your fingers wet to the touch, and the icy water feels nice on your throat.

your eyes begin to water as more and more of what happened last night comes back you—in particular the words you said to him in your drunken state. a tsunami of guilt washes over you, mixed with lingering waves of anger and hurt. taking another sip of the water, you try to calm down and think about things. maybe it’s best to talk to hyunjin about this and tell him everything that’s on your mind now that you’re sober. yeah, that’ll work.

you groggily stand up from the couch, pulling the blanket over your shoulders like a cape and letting it drag along the floor as you tentatively walk to the bedroom. the door swings open with a quiet creak, and you bite your lip nervously.

“hyunjin?” you call into the darkness, voice loud enough to wake him but gentle enough not to startle him. you’re met with silence, and you frown as your eyes adjust a bit to the darkness only to see an empty bed in front of you, cotton sheets carelessly thrown aside. your heart sinks deep into your chest, the small rays of hope and forgiveness quickly fading. gone to practice again, you’re not even sure if he’ll be back until later and even then he might not return at all, considering what you said to him last night. your heart feels like it’s been torn in two; you were ready to talk things out with hyunjin and work towards a solution, already ready to forgive him, so seeing him leave just like any other day sends daggers through your heart.

“he could’ve at least made the bed,” you grumble to yourself, haphazardly throwing the sheets and pillow back to where they belong. as you do so, you can’t help but wonder if maybe it really is for the best if you just end things with him. sure, there are lots of great moments with hyunjin and you have so many special memories together, not to mention the fact that you’re completely head over heels in love with him, but as high as the highs in your relationship feel, the lows are just as extreme, if not even more so. you check your phone again, the lack of any sort of message from hyunjin helping you make up your mind; when he hopefully comes home tonight, you’ll break things off with him.

you shuffle back out to the living room, now brightly lit by the fully-risen morning sun. flopping down on the couch, you grab the remote so you can look for something mindless to watch; maybe it’ll help take your mind off of the impending doom that ticks ever closer to you, since you’re too antsy to go back to sleep. you’re about to turn the tv on when a loud thump at the door startles you into dropping the remote. you turn to look at the door, peerings over the couch wide-eyed as you hear keys fumbling in the lock before the handle clicks and the door swings open. when hyunjin’s tall frame quietly enters the room, you think your heart must’ve stopped beating for a moment. your emotions are in turmoil as a million questions and thoughts race through your mind; what’s he doing back so early? do i still break up with him? where did he go if not practice and schedules? and what’s in that box??

hyunjin gently places a white box on the nearest surface before putting his jacket and mask away. you don’t think he’s noticed you’re awake yet, as he seems to be trying his best to be silent. you almost giggle at the thought, but then you remember you’re mad at him and you just continue curiously watching his actions. he finally turns to peek over at the couch, expecting to see your still sleeping form, so when his eyes meet yours he’s a bit taken aback.

“oh, um, goodmorning y/n,” he greets, a little bit awkward. you can tell he’s having trouble reading your emotions and he’s trying to tread carefully, so you remain quiet to see what he’s up to. he picks up the box in both hands and walks over to you, placing the box on the table beside your empty water glass and sitting down beside you. you turn to look at him, expression neutral as he furrows his eyebrows and takes your hands in his.

“y/n, i am so, so sorry for what happened yesterday. i-i know that doesn’t cut it, but i can’t even describe to you how sorry i am. i love you so so much, and i really don’t want to lose you. i understand if you don’t feel the same and you’d rather just en-end it, but i want to do whatever it takes to keep you in my life.”

you didn’t even notice you were crying until his thumb is swiping away a tear on your cheek. he leaves his hand up against your face, and you can’t help but lean into his touch.

“you’ve been so supportive of me following my dreams and being an idol, and i’ve been awful at showing you how much you mean to me. so i’m taking today off, i’ve told chan what happened and he said he’ll cover for me, so now i can be here with you. is...is that okay?” hyunjin asks, eyes searching yours to try and read what your tears mean--are you sad? do you hate him forever?

all you can think to do right now is lean forward to capture his lips in a deep kiss. as soon as your lips touch you can feel the relief wash through both yourself and him. he pulls you closer and wraps his arms tight around you as if he’s never letting go. you pull apart with a soft giggle, wiping your tears away and gently smiling.

“i love you too, jinnie. we can make this work, just please-please don’t make promises you can’t keep ever again, ok?” you ask as you squeeze him in a tight hug, breathing in the welcoming scent of his sweater. he kisses your forehead and lightly caresses your tear-stained cheek.

“deal,” he says, and the two of you just lie there in each other’s arms in silence, your arms wrapped tightly around hyunjin’s torso and his fingers tracing circles on your back. you’re overwhelmed with emotions right now, and you hardly know what to think, but you’re relieved to have hyunjin back in your arms. suddenly, you remember you still don’t know where he went this morning.

“what’s in the box?” you ask as you pull away to examine it, reaching out to touch the white cardboard.

“ah, i mean it’s nothing really, i mean it’s a day late anyways and it’s so early i could hardly find anywhere that was open, let alone actually had something decent,” hyunjin rambles as you open the lid to see a small cake inside with “happy birthday y/n! sorry i ruined your birthday” written in purple icing. the sight makes your heart swell with happiness and you can’t hold back the smile in your face.

“you got up this early just to get me a cake?” you ask in excitement; if this is hyunjin’s way of making things up to you, it’s definitely working.

“not just a cake,” he says nervously as he pulls a smaller white box out of his pocket and hands it to you. opening it, you see a delicate silver chain necklace with a tiny locket on it. inside the locket is a super dumb picture of you and hyunjin from back when your first started dating, and the word “stay” is engraved on the back. you blink furiously, trying and failing to rid yourself of the tears filling your eyes.

“i was gonna give this to you yesterday, but i felt like it might not have been the bets time...and i know it’s kind of cheesy, but i wanted you to always have something to remember me by when i’m away. i got one for myself too so you’ll be with me too, i’m gonna try to even sneak it with me on stage so you’ll always be by my side,” he says, cheeks flushed with embarrassment but that just makes the moment even sweeter.

“i love it so much, hyunjin, thank you,” is all you can say in fear you’ll burst into tears if you speak any more words. you lean in to press another kiss to his soft lips, this time lingering so you can savour this moment. hyunjin helps you put the locket around your neck, and you do the same for him, smiling shyly at each other.

“so what do you say we dig into this cake and get the day started?” hyunjin asks.

“but it’s so early to eat cake!” you respond, to which hyunjin shrugs his shoulders.

“who cares, we have the whole day to spend together and we can do whatever the hell we want,” he says with a smile, and you couldn't be happier to have hyunjin in your life.

#skz #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids oneshot #stray kids drabble #stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin oneshot #angst #fluff #kpop fanfiction #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #since we're alone

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blackjacktheboss · 4 years

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“Are you warm enough?”

this super got away from me and I did not proofread so please keep any typos you find your yourself lmao

Percy sticks two logs into the fire and takes his seat next to Annabeth, wrapping his arm around her. “Are you warm enough?”

She nudges him as she laughs. “For the millionth time, yes. I’m fine!”

“I still think you should go to bed,” he says, despite the fact that he is pulling her closer to him. He places a kiss on her cheek. “I can finish tonight’s watch by myself.”

“I’m not leaving you alone on the solstice,” she says as a shiver runs through her. She tilts her head up. “Besides, the stars are far too beautiful.”

Percy follows her gaze and smiles at the millions of speckles of light that mark the night sky. “None as beautiful as you.”

“For a man who was chosen at birth to take a sacred oath and live his life in isolation, you are quite the romantic.”

“Do you wish me less romantic?” Percy asks, his eyes tracing Annabeth’s silhouette.

Annabeth turns to look at him and lightly shakes her head. “No. I wish you exactly as you are.”

Percy smiles, but as he leans in to kiss her, the trees just in front of them begin to rustle.

He jumps to his feet and draws his sword, which had been resting at his side, and slowly walks around the fire towards the noise. He hears the sounds of Annabeth taking out her dagger behind him and takes a calming breath, reminding himself this is what he has been training for since he was twelve years old.

“Remember,” he says over his shoulder.

“No getting stabbed, I know,” Annabeth drones, and he can practically hear her rolling her eyes.

“I was going to say protect the Temple at all costs.”

“Oh,” she says. “Right.”

“But also, do not get stabbed again.”

The rustling in the trees grows louder and as Percy readies his stance, a small figure stumbles out of the forest.

They wear a brown cloak covered in multicolored patches, and it has a hood that hangs over the top of their face. A wrinkled hand rests atop a gnarled cane and a satchel is slung across their front, though from Percy’s view it looks empty.

“Hello, young man,” they say in a rickety voice. They pull back their hood and reveal the face of an old woman with kind chestnut eyes and thin brown hair that is pinned back. “Might you have some water and spare food for a weary traveler?”

Percy stares at her from a moment, a small voice in the back of his mind whispering something about her that he can’t quite make out.

“Young man?” she repeats.”

Percy shakes his head and puts his sword away, standing tall. “Of course we do. Please, miss, join us at our fire.”

She sits against a log, putting her diagonal from Annabeth who watches her skeptically while Percy goes to fetch the food and water.

“I bear no ill will, child,” the old woman says, holding her hands close to the fire.

“What brings you out into the woods all by yourself?” Annabeth asks, wrapping herself back up in the blanket.

The old woman sighs and rubs her hands together. “The solstice is a magical time. One never knows what one may find if one is only willing to look for it.”

Percy returns with a pail of spring water which he places next to the woman, and a bag full of food that he hands her. “Hopefully this is enough food to last you through your travels.”

“You are too kind, my son.”

“Not at all,” he says with a smile. “Do you have a canteen you can fill?”

The old woman sips from the ladle in the pail and shakes her head.

“I can fashion you one before you go,” Percy says. “One must always travel with water.”

“What gods do you worship that you would show an old stranger such kindness?” the woman asks as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I was wondering the same thing,” Annabeth asks pointedly, clearly suspicious of the stranger.

“I await no reward, if that’s what you’re asking,” he answers. “In this life or the next. I simply extend the kindness I would hope to be shown.”

The old woman winks at Annabeth. “You have found yourself a good man.”

Annabeth blushes despite herself. “Of the highest order.”

Percy scrunches his nose up at her before turning back to the traveler. “You may stay as long as you like, as our guest, but I must warn you this part of the woods can be quite dangerous. It may be best for you to leave as soon as you have had your fill of food and drink.”

The old woman smiles as she pulls a loaf of bread from the bag and breaks it open. She places one half to her nose and inhales deeply before tossing it right into the fire. “As long as I walk under the gaze of the moon, no mortal man may harm me.”

“What luck,” Annabeth says facetiously and Percy nudges her with his shoulder.

The woman laughs. “It is good for a woman in this world to protect herself with wit and anger. Some days, those will be the only things on her side. No one knows that quite like you, Annabeth.”

Annabeth and Percy’s bodies tense in unison, and Percy’s hand slowly moves towards the hilt of his sword.

“Didn’t you hear me?” she says, not looking up at either of them. “No mortal weapon shall harm me while I walk under the light of my sister’s moon.”

“Your… sister’s… moon?” Percy repeats slowly.

“Do not fear me, Percy. It is in my name you hold this vigil, after all,” the woman says, looking Percy in the eye.

Percy’s mind flashes back to the night of his twelfth birthday, when the priests arrived at his village to begin his training. They sat at this very fire, and when Percy looked into the flames, the same eyes he sees now were the very eyes that stared back at him then.

“Lady Hestia,” he says, his voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire.

Hestia smiles, childlike and bright as her wrinkles and the exhaustion evident in her body melt away. Her cloak remains the same, save for the multicolored patches all seem to have a golden sheen to them in the light. She sits up straight and stretches towards the sky. “I am so proud to have a champion with such a kind heart,” she says happily. “And that he has a companion as equally skeptical. Balance is so important in these matters.”

Annabeth blinks slowly as she tries to process what is happening in front of her. “I was rude… to a goddess.”

Hestia waves Annabeth’s concerns away. “I am not nearly as tempestuous as my sisters, dear girl. As I said before, I bear no ill will. In fact, I have been watching you two for quite some time.”

Percy and Annabeth look at each other, and both begin to turn red.

“Not like that,” the goddess assures them. “I mean I have been evaluating to see if you both are ready for what must be done. While I do wish there were more time, events have already begun to unfold that I’m afraid put as at a bit of a disadvantage.”

Percy looks to Hestia, then Annabeth, and back again. “Lady Hestia, I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“I bring you two a quest,” she whispers.

Annabeth’s eyes light up at the word quest and she places her hand on Percy’s knee. “What kind of quest, Lady Hestia?”

“The dangerous kind,” the goddess whispers back.

Percy shakes his head. “I took a vow, Lady Hestia.”

“One you have already broken, my child,” she says with a pointed look between the couple. “Many times over.”

Percy blushes again, closing his eyes to refocus. “I am not to leave the hallowed grounds that mark the entrance to your temple. I must not leave, in retreat or in pursuit of enemies, no matter the circumstances. I may not see my mother’s face again until my watch has ended. I must live here, with nothing but the company of the marble doors and I must never, ever enter your Temple or I will face an unimaginable punishment in the Underworld. I have trained since I was twelve and held this post since I was sixteen. Even with Annabeth here, and the life I dream of having with her, I have protected this place as I swore to do all those years ago. I have given up my life in your service, Lady Hestia, and now you would ask me to forsake all of that?”

Hestia looks at him, her expression blank. “Yes.”

“I can’t,” he says plainly.

“Percy, my priests are all dead,” she says, her eyes suddenly full of sadness. “Everyone who had a hand in training you, slaughtered by the forces that would add your body to the pile without a second thought. I do not wish that fate for you.”

Percy looks to Annabeth as panic rises in him. “You have to go,” he says.

“I’m not leaving you,” Annabeth answers. “We leave together or not at all.”

“Annabeth-”

“If you tell me one more time that you took the vow and I didn’t, I will kill you myself. I will not leave you, Lady Hestia as my witness.”

“I do not ask this lightly,” Hestia says. “But I do ask it.”

Hestia steps forward then, and places her hands on either side of Percy’s face, and his eyes flutter shut. Percy feels his face grow warm as he has visions of himself as a little boy hugging his mom, and again as a grown man. He sees himself building Annabeth a house by the sea, the one she has described to him a million times over, and in that house he sees him and Annabeth having a wedding, and children, and so much happiness he could burst. He sees them all near the sea, dancing in its waves as the sun glows above them, and he feels a peace that he has never felt before settle over him.

When he opens his eyes, he feels the tears that are running down his face.

“That is a beautiful life you have dreamed, Percy,” Hestia says. “Hearth and home are what keep us anchored in the storm of the world. You have pledged yourself to me, and even now you honor my name. But if you do not take up this task, I am afraid you will die here, also in my name, having lived a muted life. And dear hero, please hear me when I say I do not wish that for you.”

“Percy,” Annabeth says, and he feels her hand slip into his and squeeze. “Whatever you decide, I am with you.”

Percy squeezes her hand back. “Until the end?”

“In this life and the next.”

Percy turns back to the goddess and swallows hard, his hand still squeezing Annabeth’s. “Tell us what you need us to do.”

#quarantine content #ananbeth #temple of Hestia au

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egcdeath · 3 years

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secret santa

pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

a/n: this is so self indulgent. SO SELF INDULGENT. more self indulgent than anyone will ever be able to comprehend. before u all read this, i want u to know it was originally supposed to be about training ransom at a job, but then i realized that i nothing about 1. working at a coffee shop and 2. training an employee. also, i am the worst at writing dialogue. so i didn’t write a lot of dialogue LMAO enjoy :)

also, half of this was written at 1 am. just a warning

warnings: coffee shop au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, a lil fluff, not really angst but bitter feelings, kinda slow burn and then all the sudden a fast burn i’m sorry 😭

word count: 2.6k

You woke up to the sound of your alarm rumbling your bedside table sometime around the asscrack of dawn, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand your job, but bills didn’t really pay themselves, did they? You rolled out of bed, and began your dreaded morning routine before heading out to start your opening shift at your local café.

Somewhere between warming up the espresso machine and taking out last night’s trash (which you shouldn’t have had to do in the first place), an older, yet expensive looking car pulled up to the front of the parking lot. You were a bit confused, as you’d never seen this vehicle, and it was quite clear that you weren’t exactly open yet. You watched as a tall man hopped out of the car, wearing a large peacoat and very unnecessary sunglasses. He approached the door, gave it a knock, then waited for you to come open it for him. Reluctantly, you made your way over, and in order to keep yourself safe, began to speak through the glass.

“Can I help you?” You asked in an annoyed tone, then gestured towards the piece of paper that labeled your hours on the door. There was no reason for any customer to be here this early. You looked up at the mystery man and made a rather intense eye contact with him. If this was any indicator of your crowd today, work was going to be far from pleasant.

“Yeah, I was told that I’m starting today?” He had a wicked smirk on his face, like he knew he was getting under your skin already. You hated people like him, and couldn’t believe that he could possibly be your coworker. On the bright side, he probably wouldn’t last long in the first place.

“Well, are you sure you’re here on time? I can’t see any situation where Melissa would schedule to open for your very first shift.” You commented with a furrowed brow.

“Eh, I kinda just figured I’d come in whenever. The girl in my bed was an early riser, so I thought to myself ‘Why not just come in now?’” He said casually.

“Your name?” You inquired, trying to keep your annoyance to yourself, and put on a customer service smile.

“Hugh, or Ransom,” he responded. You turned around, allowed yourself a huff and eye roll, then walked through the kitchen, and into the break room to check if he truly was a new employee, or just some random creep. Sure enough, a bright pink post-it note in very neat handwriting confirmed this man’s existence. You made your way back to the door, unlocked it, and let him in.

“Since you’re here, you should… set down the chairs,” you told him, less than entertained by his presence. You could just tell he was bad news. This Ransom guy was like the textbook definition of a red flag. He talked your ear off while you tried to get through your opening routine, some casual remarks about his last hookup, complaints about how he only got this job because his mother was a regular and good friends with your manager, and how he was threatened to get cut out of his grandfather’s will if he didn’t get employed soon, and what better way to spite your family than to mess up their daily coffees.

Eventually, a few more of your coworkers, along with your manager, Melissa, made it to the café before the morning rush began. You were sitting down at your typical barstool spot, and sipping an iced Americano when Melissa broke the news to you that you would be training the new employee. Upon hearing the news, you audibly groaned, and rubbed your forehead. There was no way that you could handle this man.

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During his first week, Ransom not only managed to offer (and successfully give) six customers his phone number, break two mugs, mess up more orders than even Euclid could comprehend, and spill straws a multitude of times all over the floor, but he began to flirt with you relentlessly. You had no idea why you’d become his new target of choice, when it was clear that he could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he liked that you were playing hard to get.

If you were being honest, you had to accept that he was handsome. And rich. And the definition of a fuckboy. And since you were being frank with yourself, you had to acknowledge that you were attracted to that ‘toxic and will treat you like shit’ kind of guy. You had a roster of ex boyfriends to prove that for you.

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It was a pretty slow Tuesday afternoon, which meant you were sitting on your phone until a customer placed an order. Eventually, the little bell above the door chimed, and an older man came through, ordering a dark and bitter drink, then standing by the counter to wait. You began to restock lids while Ransom took care of making the drink, and once it was ready, you passed it over to the man. The man in question took a rather large sip, then promptly spat it out.

“What the fuck is this!” He roared, barely giving you time to react before he proceeded to toss the drink at you, spilling most of the hot content on your apron.

You gasped, gawking down at your scorched and ruined clothing, then up at the customer, who’d turned around with a huff and left, leaving a stream of strong language on his way out. You bit back tears at the whole fiasco, and cringed as both the steamy drink, and your salty tears stung different parts of your body. You turned to look at the barista, who had passed you along the drink, and were met with no other than the white devil himself. It seemed that all the blood had drained from his already otherwise pale face.

“Oh my god, this is all my fault,” he began remorsefully. “Let me make it up to you somehow.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair, and shoving Ransom angrily while you more or less stomped into the staff bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned before bringing up your bundled apron to your face and screaming into it. Stupid fucking customers. Stupid fucking job. Stupid fucking Ransom. It’s like he came to your job just to make it hell. You were tired of cleaning up all these messes for him, and honestly, you wish he’d just quit already. The longer you worked with him, the more tempted you were to pour sugar in his gas tank, then take a club and break all the windows in the Beemer.

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For the next month, your brain was completely elsewhere at work. Your brain was constantly going back and forth with you between finding Ransom hot and horrendous. While the pair of you finished up closing one night, you heard your coworker begin to speak to you as you placed your hand on the keys in your pocket.

“I know you hate me, Y/N. I get it. What that guy did to you was awful, and yes it was my fault, but what else have I done to hurt you?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue. You weren’t even sure how to respond. Ignoring the man and demonizing him in your head had become almost a second nature. “I mean, I think we could’ve been good friends. Even though you seem to think I’m devil incarnate, I think you’re a pretty cool chick-“ he continued before being cut off by you.

“Why do you even care?” you burst out, “Ransom, you just don’t get it do you? You’re just.. a douchebag. I get it, you have your moments where you’re candid and open with people, but half of the time you’re talking, you’re objectifying someone. Or bragging about something you own. Don’t get me wrong, I could get past what you did to me on accident, but you seriously have to work on yourself,” the words just seemed to pour out without your control. “Goodnight, Ransom,” you said simply before leaving the café for the night.

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Since that day, the tension between you and Ransom had evidently become more thick. Since he was finally finished training with you, you made sure to only speak to him if you absolutely needed to, and even then, you only communicated with him in brief and straightforward answers. Sure, it seemed like a small thing to be upset about, and sure, he’d apologized, but something told you that any excuse to stay away from Ransom was a good excuse.

Though he appeared to be an immoral and selfish man, he seemed genuinely sorry for all that he’d put you through. Occasionally, you’d be sitting in the break room and look up from your phone to see him watching you. When you’d make eye contact, he would look like he wanted to say something to you, but your petty ass would leave, or look back at your phone. He was bad news anyway.

Your boss quickly caught onto what was going on between the two of you, and usually, Melissa didn’t like to participate in petty drama, but your new sour mood was such a stark contrast from before, and it seemed to shift the whole mood of the café.

That afternoon, Melissa called for a team meeting a bit before closing, and suggested a family dinner along with a Secret Santa. She’d said something along the lines of ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve done a team bonding activity, and a gift exchange is perfectly fitting for the Holiday season.’ This did make you perk up, as Melissa had a great taste in restaurants, and you were always down for a good gift exchange.

Melissa then told everyone to write their names down, then put them in a decorative Santa hat. You and your coworkers obliged, then began to pass around the hat once again in order to draw a name. You really hoped to get Xavier. You had the perfect idea of something he’d love. As you drew a piece of paper from the hat, you imagined the matching pair of fluffy socks for a human and dog that you’d passed by during your last trip to Target. You began to unfold it, thinking of what color he might like the most, when you looked down and saw ‘Ransom’ drawn out in chicken scratch.

You tried your best to mask your annoyance at who you received, but on the inside, you were seething. You mentally cursed the universe out while you pulled on your coat, and grimaced to yourself once you got out to your car. How were you supposed to get this asshole a gift?

—-

The week leading up to the exchange went fairly well for you, although it was getting a bit exhausting to be so mad at Ransom all the time. You tried to be less harsh with him, considering you needed to learn more about him in order to get him a somewhat decent gift for your exchange.

He’d seem to have taken your conversation with him to heart, and began to talk less and less about other girls when he was working with you. He didn’t comment on how well your jeans fit you, and you noticed that he’d often overextend himself in order to help you with (pretty basic) daily aspects of the job. Ransom would ask you questions about yourself, and your family, and speak less about himself. If you were honest with yourself, he was becoming a better man. And the best part was, he seemed to be doing it just for you. The thought of which brought heat to your face.

—

On the night of the exchange, you threw on a hideous and scratchy Christmas sweater before picking up your neatly wrapped gift for Ransom. You truly hoped that he’d like it, even though it certainly wasn’t the most expensive item. You bid farewell to your cat, then went on your way to the restaurant. You had to admit, you were a bit late. So it should’ve been no surprise when you arrived, and found that the only seat left at the table was next to Ransom. You gave him a cordial smile before sitting down and ordering yourself a glass of Merlot.

Something about being so close to him was kind of riling you up. The strong timbre sent coming off of him was making your whole body feel slightly warmer than normal, and you tried to ignore this strange sensation while you talked and joked with your coworkers. At one point, Ransom leaned in nice and close to you, and began to speak to you.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hideous as Karmen’s sweatshirt,” he whispered right into the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the wine talking, but that simple action sent a whole chill through your body, and made you flush even harder than you’d flushed before. You let out a little giggle and nodded in agreement, looking across the table at her very ugly sweater.

“To be fair, the whole point of this was to wear something really ugly,” you turned your head back to where it was before, only to find that Ransom had somehow moved even closer to you.

“I just don’t know where you find something like that,” he commented, gazing much too deep into your eyes. You swore you felt the room shift after he began looking at you like that. There was about a 20% chance that you’d be able to keep your panties on after this kind of exchange. Luckily for you, a waitress broke the tension for you, setting down a few plates for everyone, then bidding them farewell. Damn.

The food was amazing, and didn’t last very long, meaning that it was time to pass gifts around sooner than later. You watched as Amy received a gift card from Sophie, Emily opened a plethora of chocolates gifted to her by Melissa, and Xander whiffed a candle given to him by Kennedy, then, it was your turn. You glanced around the table before you felt the arm next to you reach down, then hand you an oversized gift bag.

“I hope you like it,” Ransom said with a shy smile. You casually felt your cheeks on your way to pull out the very large item. You found it was a very large, and soft, hand knit blanket. It looked like it could’ve cost a small fortune, and you immediately found yourself embarrassed.

“Oh wow. This is perfect! Thank you so much,” you grinned over at your coworker, who seemed to be blushing himself. “Well, I guess I should probably give you this then,” you chuckled awkwardly before passing him your wrapped package. He tore it open barbarically, then began to laugh. Of all the gifts in the world, you two had gotten each other somewhat similar items. Sure, it wasn’t hand knit with the love of some grandma who ran a small business on Etsy, but it was the thought that counts.

“I love it, Y/N,” he exclaimed, looking deep into your eyes once again. He ran his fingers through the soft fabric, then set a hand on your arm. In that moment, it felt like time stopped. It was just you two, sitting in a quiet room, enjoying the presence of each other. You don’t even know what had gotten into you, but before you knew it, you felt a nose pressed up against yours, and a billion butterflies erupt out of your stomach. You heard a few grimaces from your coworkers at the sappy, Hallmark-like moment but what could you say.

Maybe Ransom was not that bad after all.

#ransom thrombey x you #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale x you #knives out fanfic #hey i wrote that lol

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bozowrites · 3 years

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I kinda pictured the 2nd part to have her be out and about with dabi doing things for the league and hitoshi sees a glimpse of her and he goes crazy for the rest of the day until he found out that he wasnt the only one seeing glimpses of her. Somehow they get her back and then it could end in a really sad loving fluffy reunion between everyone and then have hitoshi show her how much he truly loves her and have him make love to her 👉👈 idk i really suck at imagines/stories

Things Change

Imagine (PART 2)

↳ Part 2 to Things Change

Pairing: Shinso Hitoshi × Fem!Reader

TW: Angst...

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: *deep inhale* AHHHHHHHHH. i tried so flipping hard! but fuuuuudge i suck at good endings :( im so sorry :((((( its now....sad again. i am the worst lmao

Part 1 / Part 2

“Dabi?” The woman grinned, “Do you think this is my colour?” The man stared at her stoically. “We’re here for supplies, not clothes.”

“Awe, Baby, you’re no fun!” She frowned, wiggling herself into his arms and pleading for his attention. He sighed. “I prefer you with nothing, but yes, purple does suit you.”

L/n looked away, the words he said hitting her. “purple does suit you.” She moved away from him and tucked the revealing purple dress into her bag, ready to steal it. Just like the rest of the supplies they had.

Shinso chuckled over the small joke Midoriya made, quick to hide his face from him. His eyes wandered over to the woman jumping around another male. She had this large smile on her face, the hood covering her face still revealed the beauty and similarity to his past lover. His heart panged and ached. Even after these last three years, it still hurt. He let his eyes linger before settling back on Midoriya.

“Hey, can we visit the pet store?”

“You’re not getting another cat, Toshi.”

“I need food for them. But a new kitten does sound nice. I was thinking the name Pekoe, what do you think?”

“No.”

Shinso grinned at the kittens mewling at him. The orange tabby in the corner stared at him straight on, not blinking or moving a muscle. Shinso did the same, glaring ever so slightly, challenging it. “This one, I want this one.” Shinso muttered, not breaking eye contact with the four-legged creature. “No.” Shinso frowned over to Midoriya, giving the best kitty-eyes he could muster. “Please?”

“No. Now, let’s go back to the dorms, we got the cat food and groceries. Oh! Actually, I wanted to visit the new pro-hero merch store. Can we?”

“No.”

“What? Why? We visited your store.”

“Cause you already have enough merchandise.”

“And you have enough cats.”

“You can never have too many cats.”

“And you can never have too much merch!”

“Izuku?”

“Hitoshi.”

“You’re an—” his words cut short. He watched the same woman pass by the store window, hood down. The same hair, only longer. She had the same figure, and the same walk with only a slighter more slouch. He held his breath as he watched her walk by with another man, his hood up and face hidden. It couldn’t be her. It was impossible. She died. He watched her die.

“Hitoshi!” Shinso jumped and let out a quiet startled cry. “Oh, um, sorry. Uh, let’s go to that new store, or . . . whatever.” Midoriya stared at the purplette that walked away from him and to the cashier. His whole aura had shifted. They were in a playful argument, but it ended oddly. Midoriya brought his eyes over to the window Shinso previously stared at. There was nothing, only the occasional passerby. Perhaps he saw someone familiar? Or a hero?

“Yo, guys! I’m going out for a bit!” No one payed any mind to the woman as she left the building. No one ever did. She stepped out on the sidewalk, pulling up her hood to conceal her face a bit, a face mask on her too.

“Damn assholes.”

Years ago, she found herself wandering into the dark side. She let it corrupt her, almost all of her. Key word: almost. Her mind always found its way to think about the man she left for this life; Shinso Hitoshi. He loved her, she knew he did, and she loved him, of course she did. All she wanted was him, his cuddles, his laugh, his beautiful face, and that faint scent of cat.

She only helped from the sidelines with the LoV, they didn’t want her to be completely involved. She thought it was because they didn’t fully trust her, but they always said it was because she was “dead”. If someone ever saw her, she could merely say she was a lookalike. It was dumb reason.

“I knew it was you.” She halts in her steps, looking up to see the very man she was thinking of. “I’m sorry? Do I know you?” She plays it out, like the others always told her to do if someone recognized her. But . . . she never thought that person would be the person who knows her like the back of his hand.

“Don’t do this. Please, for the love of Gods, don’t do this.” His voice is anguished. “You left me. You left everything!” L/n bites her lip, holding in tears that threaten to fall. “Why?” She stayed silent, not wanting to break. “TELL ME WHY!”

“BECAUSE I WAS SCARED!” She finally broke. Her hands, in fists, shook at her side as she shouted at him. It was so fast. He just saw her and, yet, they started immediately yelling at each other. The two had stayed silent after her burst. He stood far from her, around six feet (as you should be doing too), and grumbled under his breath. Her feet walked backwards slowly, very slowly, to get away, hopefully, from him.

“Y/n?” she didn’t answer. He might use his quirk on her, and she was surprised he hadn’t yet. He could turn her into the police. He could get all of the information he needed from her to destroy the LoV, yet, he hasn’t.

“Y/n,” his voice quivered. She didn’t look up to see that he was crying. She didn’t have to. “I miss you so damn much. I blamed myself. I thought it was my fault you died, I could have been better, that it was my fault we weren’t going to grow old together, but, no, it’s your fault. You left me. You left your parents. You left everything behind. Because you were scared.”

She also began to cry. How could she not? “Yes, I did. I know I did. I know what I left. And I miss—”

“Don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence!” the streets were completely bare, no person in sight as they fought. It was a dark alley in the middle of night, of course no one was near!

“Toshi—”

“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege the moment you gave yourself to the League of Villains.”

She stayed silent again. Their breaths mingle in the newly winter’s air. She heard his steps coming closer, causing her breath to catch in her throat. What’s he doing? She brought her hands closer to her chest, trembling under his obvious gaze.

“Look at me.” He demanded. She did as asked: looked up to meet his angry stare. He brought his hands to her cheeks, something she hadn’t felt in forever. His hands were cold to the touch, but the feeling was warm. “Just . . . don’t say anything.”

She found his lips on hers. It was sloppy and wet, but so needed for the both of them. They held on to each other desperately. She could feel the coldness of the air nipping at her hands. She could fell the same fluffy, softness of his hair it always had. Saliva dripped from the corner of their mouths. She pulled at his hair, earning a pleasured groan. His hands are traveling down her body, landing on her hips and squeezing the flesh.

He pulls away from her, hands still on her hips as he keeps his head down to avoid her eyes. She smiles, missing the feeling that she just had.

“I—”

“Go.”

“What?”

“Go.”

“What do you mean?”

“Go. Before I change my mind!”

She shakes. He refused to meet her eyes, his arms hugging himself. She cried, but obeyed his ask and ran away from the alley. She ran fast, the opposite of the LoV headquarters, just in case.

Why did she go to the dark side again?

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lady-grace-pens · 3 years

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Wip Excerpt: HTKAG

In light of this wip hitting another 10k word goal recently (currently sitting pretty at a whopping 120k/150k 😅), another excerpt is due! This babe I wrote today, buut I actually loved it so much I knew I had to share it with y'all right away. That all being said, let's stop wasting time and get straight into it!

Our scene begins with Allister entering a restaurant to have dinner with Mikko, Fingal, and Perci, but Perci is late.

—

Upon telling the hostess Fingal’s name, she leads me away to the right half of the room. Off in a booth stowed away in the corner sit Mikko and Fingal jabbering away mid-conversation. Once they notice me, they stop and smile.

“Hey! There’s the man of the hour,” Mikko exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

“Not late, am I?” I grin, taking a seat beside him.

“Nope. Right on time to get some drinks,” Mikko starts smouldering at our hostess.

“With what money?” Fingal retorts with a glare.

Mikko blinks, struggling to come up with a defense. It seems he mustn't have anticipated Fingal to interrupt his attempt at flirting…

“Wha - With our money, of course,” he laughs, trying his best to make a smooth recovery.

“Aye. Which is why we’re not using my money to buy alcohol while a minor is here.”

Mikko doesn’t reply. Then again I suppose he doesn't need to, his confusion is written all over his face.

“Don’t tell me you forgot about Perci. He’ll be here any minute.”

“Oh! Fuck, that’s right. Him. Well obviously he won’t be getting any. And come on! You know how fast I can down a beer Fin! It’ll just be a few. Just a few rounds! Don’t be an ass.”

“Watch yourself Mikko, it's not polite to use such language in the presence of a lady.” I chime in, giving the hostess a polite smile.

“Oh I’ll show you what’s not polite-” Mikko says before slapping my head.

I try to hit him back, but he catches my hand before I can. Before we know it, we’re caught in a ridiculous slapping fight, both laughing our asses off.

“Not in a restaurant, not in a restaurant!” I speak through gasps, trying to end things.

Mikko obliges, tossing his hands back in his lap.

“A waiter will be right with you,” the hostess makes a case to look at each one of us except for Mikko before finishing her sentence, “... gentleman.”

Much to my surprise, Mikko doesn’t seem to be affected by that backhanded insult. Instead he kicks his knees up against the table and rests his head back, totally listless.

“Mikko, I would’ve thought you’d be more offended by that.”

“Huh? Why would I be offended at something when it’s true?”

“I’ll say. You and Al couldn’t be any more opposite. If there’s anything larger than the truth, the fact that you’re not a gentleman is way beyond it.”

“Exactly. And Mikko, you are aware of the fact that she was just a hostess, right? It isn’t even her job to serve us drinks.”

“I... “ Mikko laughs before leaning over the table again. “Listen. You two just don’t get it, do you? No. You don’t. Allow me to be the one who graces your palettes here, eh? Let me tell you what I’m gonna do. Okay? I’m gonna give you a tip. A piece of advice that will change your lives forever. All for free! You don’t even have to pay me. All you gotta do is listen. Got it? You both ready?”

Fingal and I share a look. I can tell we’re thinking along a similar vein of confused intrigue. We should most likely stop Mikko here, as whatever will come out his mouth won’t be anything good. However, we’re both too stunned to stop him, so…

Mikko beckons us to lean closer to him. Fin and I oblige. We’re almost touching heads when at last our dear mentor speaks once again, in a hushed voice. “It’s not about what you say. It’s about how you say it.”

…

There are no words. For about a minute straight Fingal and I are just staring at each other wearing the same expression that exudes two questions. ‘What the fuck? You’ve heard that too, haven’t you?’

Soon after that’s established and our shock subsides, we burst back to life. Fingal starts us off with, “Dammit Mikko. What the fuck? Where did you learn that? Who taught you that?”

“Some guys from the bar! Why, what’s wrong with it?”

“Which guys from the bar?”

“I don’t see how it-”

“Mikko. Which guys from the bar taught you this?” Fingal insists, a flash of anger showing in his eyes.

Mikko seems to notice this, and complies straight away. “Leo, John, Peter and Paul!”

Fingal buries his head in his hands. This sparks my curiosity. I haven’t heard these names before, but Fin clearly has.

“I can’t say I’m familiar with them, who might they be?”

“Bar friends-” Mikko starts, only for Fingal to finish for him.

“Jokesters. Jerks. Cheapskates always looking for a laugh. Assholes. Can’t wait to give them a piece of my mind.”

Mikko shrinks away from Fin. His head is turned away from me, but I don’t need to see it in order to know how stunned he is. It’s expressed flawlessly through the abnormal quietness of his voice. “Fin? What’s up, why’d you-”

“Because those dicks have been filling your head with shit like this every damn time I turned my back, Mikko! Dammit, this - this is why you always get rejected! Universe, I just wish you would’ve checked with me first about things like this. Not some strangers you barely even know, yet idolize them anyway.

You wanna know how you get a girl Mikko? Huh? You be nice. You be nice to them, you talk with them, and you listen. Compliments and flirting, all that helps, of course, but not forever! And you sure as hell can’t build a relationship strictly off of it. Okay? Standards and expectations vary from girl to girl, but with each and every single one there are a few things that you just have to do. Be nice, have respect, help them just for the sake of helping them! Don’t expect anything in return. Overall just - just be a decent fucking human being. That is how you get a girl.”

Mikko sits there, staring at his brother. I can’t help but do the same. In every respect, Fingal is right. Of course he is. It’s just… rare that we see him so worked up. I can hardly believe my eyes. I can hardly believe my ears, I… I can’t imagine how Mikko must be feeling.

Oh so gradually his head sinks down into his lap. He slumps over, and I swear I can see fractions of tears reflect the golden light radiating above us.

“Can’t believe I’m actually telling you this when you’re eighteen. Fucking eighteen,” Fingal scoffs, crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. I’m not mad at you. This is my own fault, I blame myself.”

“Aw, come on man! That’s even worse,” pouts Mikko.

Fingal then turns to me with an abruptness that makes me jump. “Al, what’s up? You’ve been quiet for a while. You can back me up on this, can’t you?”

“I…” I force a chuckle to try and lighten the air some. “I don’t think that I’m currently in a position to give advice like this, to be honest with you.”

Fingal leans his elbows on the table, holding his head with one hand. “Why? Something happen with Maddie?”

“Oh, did it ever,” I shake my head.

—

Aand that's all you guys get for spoiler reasons! Lmao

(also because that's all I've written today but shhhh don't tell anyone)

Buut yeah. Legit I swear I didn't mean to go so hard on feminist Fingal 😂 I mean don't get me wrong here, he's absolutely right and I'm keeping it in. But still, the words just kept on coming and coming and we ended up with this

y'know

yeah

writing is super fun sometimes

Plus tbh, writing the part where Mikko is stroking his ego and whispers his ‘top secret trick to get women’, I was literally laughing out loud 😂 like he's just so wrong, and I love how horribly Mikko fails in life. It's just super funny to me, I enjoy it a lot.

Fingal, however, clearly does not enjoy it, lmao. Legit I had no clue he could be so protective until today! Especially over Mikko. I mean I always knew their dynamics, but today… it really hit home for me.

Go back and look at the line of dialogue Fingal says right after Mikko apologizes (a rare occurrence, actually).

It’s just one little piece of dialogue, barely a few sentences! Yet I feel like it hits you. You know? It reveals so much about his and Mikko’s vibes, their situation. A pair of brothers poor and orphaned by their birth parents and raised by their grandmother, who is only growing older and weaker each year. Fingal, the eldest, having to take responsibility often. He feels pressured to raise his little bro, and feels like he's failed when Mikko turns out to be the way he is. Ya know? It's just one little thing of dialogue but I feel like it makes you feel the pressure Fin has to bear in a situation like theirs. Even if it’s only for a moment.

And Mikko! While he does incite a lot of the comic relief in HTKAG, I wouldn’t call him a strict comic relief character because that's never what I had in mind while writing him. He and Fin actually play a vital role in the plot of the story! Much more than what I can currently reveal to y'all.

Buut anyways, I'll stop rambling now. I really hope you guys enjoyed this little excerpt just as much as I adored writing it :)

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that-cunning-mind · 4 years

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The Untitled Chuckie Sputterspark Origin Fanfic Pt.1

(Guess who wrote a fanfic for the first time in years lmao...

Read below if you want to see my take on how @based-ducks and me thought up of Quackervolt fankid Chuckie Sputterspark’s origin...somewhat)

As the crisp, evening air descended upon the moonlit shadows of St. Canard, a particular purplish protector of the poor found himself investigating a case of deductive interest. A case of shadowy intrigue and mystery. A case that would decide the future of St. Canard in its epic battle between good and evil.

A case of price gouging tickets at a pizza arcade.

“Twenty dollars for an adult ticket and twelve for kids over ten years old? Why these crooked capitalist crooks, thinking they can force parents to come in here and charge them extra! I should just quit SHUSH and open up one of these places myself! I’ll be richer than Glomgold!” Part-time superhero and full-time parent Drake Mallard grumbled under his breath as he handed over his card to the tired teenager manning the cashier. His daughter, Gosalyn, was busy putting on the paper bracelets on herself and her other father, Launchpad McQuack.

“It can’t be that profitable,” Gosalyn said, “I mean, they’re taking out all of their animatronics! Can you imagine Pepper Panda’s Pizza Pagoda without Pepper Panda and the Pie Gang? I tell ya, there’s gonna be rioting in the streets after tonight! RIOTS!!!” Launchpad, not expecting the outburst, startled and ripped his flimsy paper bracelet.

“Eheheh,” he laughed nervously, “you guys got any tape or...”

“Ten dollars to replace any missing or broken bracelets,” said the cashier.

Launchpad turned to his husband with big puppy-dog eyes, a method that tended to work about 99% of the time. Drake grumbled some more as he took a solitary bill out of his wallet.

“If it wasn’t for our case,” Drake whispered harshly as they walked inside the pizza eatery, “I’d leave you outside in the car.”

“Aww,” Launchpad pouted, “but you know how much I love coming here! Plus, I know how much the animatronics scare you, DW.”

Drake scoffed. “Scared? The daring duck detective isn’t scared of any cheaply-made robot! Drakey Mallard, on the other hand, never recovered from that time he thought Cheddar Charles was going to bite him at Elmo Sputterspark’s tenth birthday party.” As he spoke, a run down animatronic of a child-sized rat in blue overalls and a yellow shirt sprang to life, scaring Drake into Launchpad’s arms. Gosalyn just rolled her eyes and sighed.

A crackly speaker from the animatronic known as Cheddar Charles started. “Hey kids! Pepper Panda and Pie Gang’s Nighttime Spectacular is about to start in ten minutes! Grab a seat now!”

“I’ll go grab us a table,” yelled Gosalyn as she ran to a booth.

Launchpad let Drake climb off of him, then sniffed and wiped away a tear. “I can’t believe it, after forty years the Pie Gang is going away for good!”

“Launchpad, the case? Remember the case?” asked Drake.

“Buh-“

“We’re here to stakeout the joint and lie in wait for that nefarious thief, Dr. Anna Matronic! Dishonorably discharged from the Imagineers, that raving robotics rascal will be using the Pie Gang’s farewell show to unveil her deadly creations. Little does she know that I, Darkwing Duck, will be waiting for her! Now, any questions?”

“Uhh, can we order the extra-large with cheese?”

Drake simply sighed as he moved to sit down on the sticky seat.

“Gee DW, what makes you think she’ll show up with all these people around?” asked Launchpad.

“Because, as a former Imagineer, she’ll no doubt want to watch such a historic show one last time. Although, I can’t imagine what kind of psyche an adult must have to want to watch Pepper Panda and the Pie Gang willingly.”

———

“Come on Megsy! I’m not gonna miss Pepper Panda and the Pie Gang’s final performance because of you!”

Little did Darkwing Duck know that behind the scenes, his two mortal enemies Quackerjack and Megavolt would be attempting to watch the show as well. However, they were taking a break from their usual crimes and attempting to have their monthly date night, per Quackerjack’s insistence on coming to see the last hurrah of the animatronics he grew up watching. Megavolt, meanwhile, was trying to carry leftover pizza boxes up the scaffolding over the stage as he and Quackerjack prepared to take their seats.

“You know, I think I kinda remember coming here as a kid,” said Megavolt. Quackerjack was surprised to hear this, as it was rare for Megavolt to remember anything before his fateful transformation into Megavolt. He pressed on with a simple, “Oh?”, demonstrating a rare moment of selfless interest.

“Yeah,” Megavolt continued, “I think I had a birthday party here once. Mom forced me to invite everyone in my class, so I spent most of the day playing with the animatronics. I even got Cheddar Charles to almost bite this one duck, Jake. Or was it Lake...” Megavolt trailed off as his train of thought was derailed yet again.

“You must have been quite the kid growing up, a public nuisance in the making,” laughed Quackerjack. He looked off to the side in an almost wistful manner. “Though if I was a parent, I wouldn’t force you to hang out with any snot-nosed brats that stuck their faces into an arcade game!” Megavolt twitched, deciding not to tell Quackerjack that he definitely remembered sticking his face into arcade games as a kid, one of the happiest moments in an otherwise bullied childhood.

But more importantly, Megavolt picked up on Quackerjack’s wistful tone and cursed himself internally for bringing up his childhood. “Come on Quacky,” he whined, “we’ve been through this already. We can’t just-“

“Well, so what?” interrupted Quackerjack, “It’s just not fair! Lots of kids have parents that go to jail!”

“Yeah, but their parents aren’t criminal masterminds guilty of trespassing, theft, vandalism, and littering!”

Quackerjack pouted, “You throw a banana peel on the ground one time...”

“I’m serious Quacky,” Megavolt frowned, “we can’t just bring a kid into the super-villain business! Do you want to be like Dorkwing and have a pipsqueak get in our way?”

“Need I remind you,” hissed Quackerjack, “that his pipsqueak is fully capable of handling herself?”

“Ugh,” shuddered Megavolt, “don’t. Remind. Me. I still have the bruise marks from the last hostage attempt...”

“See?! The two of us could totally take care of a kid! All a kid really needs is food, a loving home, a pocket grenade...,” Quackerjack droned on, almost forgetting the point of his argument. Megavolt had to snap him back to reality if he was ever going to finish this conversation.

“Hey don’t get me wrong, it’d be nice to have some kids that aren’t just the poor, enslaved bulbs of St. Canard,” said Megavolt. “But, don’t tell me you aren’t the tiniest bit worried of screwing the kid up?” At this, Quackerjack pursed his lips and went uncharacteristically still, not daring to look at Megavolt in the eye.

“Besides,” Megavolt continued, “what if we go to jail without it? How would a normal kid protect itself? What if F.O.W.L or Negaduck found out about them and-“

“Oh alright fine! You’ve made your point, gloomy pants!” Megavolt shut his mouth quickly, turning to get a slice of week-old pizza and hopefully move on from this talk. Quackerjack pulled out his beloved Mr. Banana Brain, in an effort to calm himself before his temper took over. “Some date night this is! I’ve seen better chemistry in a high school science lab!”

“Butt out, banana boy!” Megavolt grumbled. “Great, could this date get any worse?”

The explosion that rocked the building answered that question.

———

The duck family ducked under their table as dust filled the room, sending screaming families in a panic. A giant hole had opened up in front of the stage, and from it rose a goose in a purple trench-coat honking maliciously. This was-

“Dr. Matronic!” Drake shielded Gosalyn behind himself as Dr. Matronic climbed onto the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she cried out, “children of all ages! To all who come to this happy place, Pepper Panda’s Pizza Pagoda is now MY Pizza Pagoda! Which means the animatronics are now mine to keep! Mwahonkhonkhonk!”

Gosalyn stuck out her tongue in disgust. “Ugh, you call that an evil laugh? A baby would sound more menacing than that!”

“Never mind that now,” said Drake, “we’ve got to get these people out of here! Launchpad, Gosalyn, evacuate the building while I keep her busy.” With a plan of action in place, the daring duck of mystery went off to find a broom closet to change in. Unfortunately, it was a very tight squeeze, as Drake tried to change and avoid the brooms at the same time.

“This night couldn’t possibly get worse...,” muttered Drake.

——

“Megavolt! That stupid doctor just ruined our date night!” Quackerjack’s temper had come out in full force, and now he was ready to let it all out.

“The nerve of some people! I mean, who breaks into a pizza parlor and steals the animatronics??” Megavolt yelled. Sparks started to fly as he locked onto the target of his ire, who was beginning to disassemble the helpless robots. “D’ohhh! Well at least it can’t get any worse.”

The blue smoke cloud that burst out answered that.

“Gah! Will you stop saying that!” shouted Quackerjack.

“I am the terror that flaps in the night!”

“I am the cheese pizza that burns on the taste buds of crime! I am Darkwing Duck!” Like clockwork, the purple caped crusader appeared out of the smoke.

“Oh no. It’s Darkwing Duck. Whatever shall I do,” said Dr. Matronic, not intimidated in the slightest. Failing to frighten his foe, Darkwing pulled out his gas gun as his mood worsened.

“Listen here doc! I may not like these rusty robots, but there’s no way I’ll let you take them away! Now suck gas, evildoer! Schpadoink!” As he shot off a canister of knockout gas, a Dalmatian puppy came out from behind Dr. Matronic and caught the canister, throwing it away from the doctor.

“What the-!”

“So,” Dr. Matronic grinned maliciously, “you don’t like rusty robots, eh? Well, I’m sure you’ll find that they have their uses!” Dr. Matronic pulled a walkie-talkie from her coat, and yelled, “Code 101: ATTACK!!”

From the crevice, a noise of barking and howling approached, growing louder and louder until from out of the hole, one hundred robotic Dalmatians came bursting out.

Darkwing gulped, hoping to hide his nervousness. “Alright, you digital dog deviants, prepare to face the might of Dark-AAAACK!!” The dogs never let him finish, immediately pouncing on Darkwing and biting everything that belonged to the flapping terror.

“WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND DALMATIANS!!!”

“Well, since you’re tied up at the moment, I might as well explain my origin story,” said Dr. Matronic as she got to work detaching the Pie Gang from the stage. “You see, those Imagineer fools said it was impossible to make one hundred and one animatronics! They said it was too expensive! That I was a lunatic! Well who’s laughing now, huh?! Mwahonkhon-AHH!”

Before the doctor could finish her evil laugh, a bolt of electricity from behind the stage curtain zapped her and sent her flying off the stage. In her hands she grasped the Cheddar Charles figurine, the remote controlling the chaotic canines flying off somewhere else.

Megavolt stepped out onto the stage, a wide manic grin on his face as his hands lit up. “Well, looks like we’re the ones laughing now, and much better at it too! Aheeheeheeheee!” With a flick of a wrist, Megavolt shot another electric bolt at the pack of piranha-like puppies, putting a stop to their attack on the poor, punctured defender in purple as they scattered off.

“Th-thanks for that...Megavolt,” Darkwing said shakily, as he attempted to stand up and not jostle his wounds at the same time. “Wait a minute, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! I swear, if that lunatic toy-maker Quackerjack is here too I’ll-“

What Darkwing would do, Megavolt would never know, for at that moment Quackerjack decided to introduce himself with one of his patented exploding toys. Laughing maniacally, he took out his signature mallet as he attempted to stomp out any robot trying to attack him. Dr. Matronic began turning her attention towards the most annoying threat in the room, directing robot after robot at Quackerjack.

“What, did all the freaks decide to come out tonight?!” yelled Dr. Matronic, as she whipped out a small flamethrower aimed at Quackerjack. The jester merely giggled and blew raspberries as he dodged all of her flame attacks. Darkwing and Megavolt, however, were not as lucky, and had to hide behind an overturned table to avoid the flames.

“Oh great,” sighed Darkwing, “the cherry on top of my already lousy sundae. Could this possibly get any worse?” Megavolt let out a yipe and braced himself.

“Uhh, you alright there Mega-,” asked Darkwing, before Megavolt clasped a hand around his bill.

“Don’t say that again! The universe has been more vindictive than usual today whenever somebody says that!”

“Alright alright, I’ll stop! Now, either help get me rid of this riddle-some ridicule of our rights, or GET OUT!” Megavolt’s train of thought got back on track, his temper overtaking him as he remembered his terrible night.

“Uhh, Sparky-“ said Darkwing, before a stray bolt from Megavolt zapped him away as the electric rodent turned back to Dr. Matronic.

“YOU RUINED DATE NIGHT!!!” roared Megavolt. Darkwing was dumbfounded, for once Megavolt hadn’t responded to his hated nickname of Sparky. Dr. Matronic began to worry, as she was inexperienced against the full force of the Quackervolt duo. Darkwing stepped back, hoping to get the upper hand as the villains fought each other when who should appear but Gosalyn.

“Don’t worry Darkwing, I’ll help ya!” cried Gosalyn.

“Gosalyn, NO!” Darkwing dived towards his daughter, shielding her from the wayward flames with his cape as he caught the full brunt of the attack. Dr. Matronic took the time to gloat evilly at her fallen foe.

“Well well well, guess the Pizza Pagoda is serving roast duck tonight! MWAHAHAHAH! How’s that for an evil laugh, by the way?” In her distraction, she failed to notice Megavolt and Quackerjack charging up the remaining animatronics, bringing them back to life.

“Hey lady, ever heard of the Bite of ‘87!?” they both yelled.

“The Bite of ‘87? That’s just a-“ Dr. Matronic looked back and saw the looming, terrifying animatronics trudging towards her. She gulped.

“...Just a myth,” she finished quietly.

As the robots began their attack, Launchpad came in and helped Darkwing to his feet. “Gee DW, how’re we gonna stop those three?”

“Oww, can’t we jus’...let ‘em kill each other?” Darkwing meekly asked.

Gosalyn, guilty over her father’s second degree burns, tried to remember about any useful information pertaining to the animatronics.

“Well, I read online that old robots used to explode from time to time...” she suggested. Inspiration struck Darkwing, reaching into his pockets for a special gas canister.

“Launchpad, hand me my gas gun!” With his weapon in hand, Darkwing loaded up the canister and aimed between the animatronics. “Get behind that column,” he motioned.

Megavolt, taking a break from the action that was almost too exciting to put in words, took a side glance to see Darkwing’s fan club hiding behind a concrete column. As he wondered what was going on, the duck pulled out his gas gun and yelled, “hey Dr. Matronic, see if your pooches can stop this knockout gas!”

Darkwing shot out the canister towards the animatronics and quickly took cover. As planned, Dr. Matronic took aim with her flamethrower, unable to tell the difference between knockout gas and explosive gas.

FWOOSH!

KABAM!!

“SHPOOSH-“

“Dad! Do ya have t’ make sound effects right now?”

“Oh, right, sorry,” Darkwing sheepishly said. “Well, better make sure no one died or anything.” As the smoke dissipated, he could see Dr. Matronic knocked out on the ground, singed and certainly not triumphant. Quackerjack, who had tried to run from the explosion, was somehow still standing, albeit close to passing out at any second. Behind them, all of the animatronics were nothing more than scrap, their somewhat cute faces now melted and resembling characters in a subpar horror video game franchise.

Megavolt was nowhere to be seen.

“Uh-oh, Megavolt?” The prospect of being arrested for manslaughter began to unnerve Darkwing. “Hey Quackster, you seen your boyfriend anywhere?”

The only thing Quackerjack heard through his concussion was ‘Megavolt’, and tried to snap out of his daze as best as he could.

“Megsy! Sparky-poo, where are you!? Ooooh, I’m gonna get you for this Darkwing Duck!” But before Quackerjack could get him, the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance.

“Mmm, but maybe not today,” said Quackerjack, and then took out Mr. Banana Brain. “Time to hit the road, Toad,” he said in a falsetto voice.

“MEGAVOLT! See you at the hideout!” And Quackerjack ran backstage, toppling over Launchpad who had attempted to catch him.

“Ah geez, sorry DW, he got away. Should we go after him?”

“Nah,” said Darkwing, “I’ve got enough on my plate with Miss Robot over here. Also I gotta make sure Megavolt didn’t explode or something,...”

“Ughhh,” groaned Dr. Matronic, “that’s DOCTOR- wait. The animatronics! What have you done to them you fiend?!” Before she could freak out entirely, the police came in, slapping handcuffs on her and leading her away.

“Why I say I say, ah-thank you Mr. Duck sir.”

The team looked back and saw a rotund rooster in a tacky pizza print suit come up to them, taking Darkwing’s hand and shaking it profusely. “I am the owner of this here establishment, Rolan N. Dough the Third, thought you may call me Mr. Dough. I must congratulate you sir on a job well done!”

“Ah-yep, yep, yep, all in a day’s work for Darkwing Duck, Mr. Dough!”

“So you’re not mad that he blew up your animatronics?” piped up Gosalyn. Darkwing hurriedly placed his hand over her bill, “Gosalyn! Ix-nay on the obot-ray! Ahaha, kids...”

“On the contrary, Mr. Duck, I’m overjoyed! Thanks to you, I’m gonna save a fortune on properly preserving those robotic freaks! And receive a rather sizable insurance check! A nice little profit for today’s events!”

Darkwing soured, remembering his distaste for the Pizza Pagoda once more. “You’re welcome, sir.”

“I simply must reward you! How does a coupon for a free pizza sound?”

Launchpad’s stomach rumbled at the sound of that. “Gee DW, can we cash it in now?”

Darkwing sighed, “Fine, fine, we’re not coming back here anytime soon.”

As Launchpad and Mr. Dough made their way to the pizza station, Darkwing crouched down to check on Gosalyn for any injuries.

“You ok?” he asked. “I mean, aside from seeing your favorite pizzeria in ruins that is?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, “I’m just sad the Pie Gang met their end like that.”

“Well it’s an Italian eatery owned by a Southerner themed around China, it was bound to end horribly. You gotta admit though, it was a pretty cool explosion.”

“Okay yeah, it was pretty cool. I mean the way that flamethrower just went GWOOSH and the canister was like SCHPAAAAM! Not too bad from Darkwing and his helpful sidekicks, huh?”

“Oh, that reminds me, you’re still in trouble for running in like that.”

“WHAT? Daaa-uh, I mean, Darkwiiiing!” The two walked away, preparing to stop Launchpad from spending more than $50 on pizza.

“Hmm, I feel like I’m forgetting something though,” said Darkwing.

“Ah well, I’m sure it was nothing important,” reassured Gosalyn.

———

In the subterranean hole where Dr. Matronic had come from, Megavolt had begun to regain consciousness, slowly sitting up as he willed the surroundings to stop spinning.

“Owwww, that’s it, next date night will be at the mini golf...”

From below, he could hear the faint voice of Quackerjack at hysterics, then fading away. Then he heard the shrill voice of Dr. Matronic screaming over the ruined animatronics. Megavolt perked up, remembering the explosion with clarity now.

“NO NO NO! The animatronics! Darkwing Duck and that stupid doctor lady ruined my childhood! This is worse than that reboot of my favorite movie with an all-female cast! Why I oughta-OW!!”

In his rage, Megavolt failed to notice an object in his path, and stubbed his already fragile toe against it. He was prepared to blast it to smithereens, when he noticed something familiar about the object.

Something metallic.

“Wait...it can’t be,” he muttered. He crouched down, digging through the rubble until the object was set free. It was Cheddar Charles, banged up a little but perfectly intact.

“Oh you poor thing,” Megavolt cooed, “you must’ve fallen down here after that mean old Darkwing blew us up!” He cradled the orphaned robotic mouse in his arms, feeling his paternal instinct flare up as he gently dusting the dirt off of it. A ghost of a childhood memory panged within him, recalling a time in his life when he felt safe and loved, unaware of the harsh realities of life that would face him later on.

Was it too insane to believe that he could pass that love on to something else?

He loved Quackerjack. He loved his life of lightbulb liberation. But if Megavolt was honest with himself, maybe there was something nice to the whole family concept. Maybe the idea of taking care of something and watching it grow with someone he loved seemed exciting to him. Maybe Darkwing had the right idea about having a kid sidekick-

Nope. It’d be a cold, day in Hell before Megavolt would admit to being jealous of Darkwing Duck.

He took out one of his trusty light bulbs to illuminate the scene, when an idea came to him.

“Wait a minute,” he said, “Quacky and I want a kid. This little guy doesn’t have a family anymore. That means...that means! Wait, where was I going with this?”

The Cheddar Charles let out a shock, charging up Megavolt once more.

“Oh right! Welcome to the family, new son! This is gonna turn out way better than that time I split Darkwing into two.” He took his son into his arms, already bonding with the temporarily lifeless robot.

“But ya know, Cheddar Charles is kinda long for a name. How about I call you...Chuckie!”

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town…

“OH MY GOD,” cried out Drake Mallard, “I BLEW UP MEGAVOLT!”

#darkwing duck #quackerjack #megavolt #quackervolt #drake mallard #gosalyn mallard #launchpad mcquack #implied drakepad #my stuffs #fanfic #chuckie sputterspark #one of these oc's is actually #canon to the dwd lore #can y'all guess who it is lol #this took me way too long pfft

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fandom-collective-writers · 5 years

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His Favorite “Toy” ~ Nobunaga Oda

Written By: @shattered-queen9

Summary: You hear some rumors and decide it’s time to have a talk with your man to get them straightened out.

Requested By: @mineko811

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Reader x Nobunaga Oda

Word Count: 1,388 words.....dang

A/N: Ahhhh! Glad to finally get this out! I’ve never done Nobu’s route, so bear with it if it’s a little out of character occasionally pleeeease. This is just how I envision him I guess lmao. Thanks for requesting~

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Warming the streets with it’s glow, the sun shines down on a market in Azuchi. You’re casually strolling through, even if you don't need to. The people watching is fun for you. At least, it used to be.

Recently, more rumors have popped up about your relationship with Nobunaga. Most of them were about where you came from. They’d never bothered you too much, until the conversation you overhear in the market

The two women are at the booth next to you, but you could be across the street and still hear them. You pretend to be interested in some fruit while listening in.

“Have you seen the princess?” One woman scoffs, “She's not even real royalty, and she showed up out of nowhere!”

The other woman rolls her eyes, “There’s no way Nobunaga actually loves her. It’s probably all fake.”

You normally know better than to give in to rumors and jealousy, but the hate landed on a soft spot. For the past few weeks, you’d been especially anxious your relationship with Nobunaga. Nothing is wrong with him of course. The rumors and lies were just more frequent lately.

Sighing, you walk away from the stand towards the castle. Hopefully a day spent only with the lords you trust will cheer you up.

A few hours after you return, a mini party is held simply because the lords wanted it. No one complains about a night full of relaxation and fun.

You find yourself enjoying the celebration, except it’s not exactly how you wanted. Nobunaga hasn’t shared a single word with you since you’ve been back. Granted, he’s been fairly busy, so you rationalized it in your head. It still hurt, however, to see him enjoying not being near you, and it certainly doesn’t soften the rumors.

Still managing to have a good time, you crack jokes with Ieyasu and Mitsunari until a certain conversation reaches your ears. You turn around to see Masamune and Nobunaga seated across a table no too far away from you.

“So, Nobunaga,” Masamune slurs, drunkenness clearly overtaking his speech, “how’s your relationship going? I’ve heard some bad things.”

Nobunaga takes a drink of his sake, “You mean with-”

“-well yeah!” Masamune leans across the table, “Unless there are others?” You cringe away from the conversation, trying to convince yourself to hear no more. The drunk voice carries throughout the room despite your best efforts. “Just kidding! I know you only like to have one at a time.” Masamune ends his final statement with the best wink his one eye can manage at the moment.

The only response from Nobunaga is finishing off his drink and leaving the room. It sends a shiver down your spine that he didn’t answer. Your finger starts tapping wildly on the cup in front of you. Anger boils in the pit of your stomach as the scene replays in your mind, accompanied by the direct rumors you’ve overheard lately.

“Hey,” Ieyasu waves a hand in front of your zoned out face, “are you still with us?”

Downing the rest of your drink, you suddenly jolt from your seating position, “Yup, all good. I have to go.” Before they can respond, you’re speed walking out of the room after Nobunaga.

You find him sitting at desk in his office. He’s looking through nothing in particular, just some letters sent in this morning. Deciding not to immediately talk, you bristly walk over and angrily plop yourself into the chair in from of him. It takes him a moment to look up, but he’s met with the sight of your anxious, frustrated, and confused self as opposed to your laidback self.

Nobunaga meets your awaiting gaze, “You’re simply bursting at the seams with anger, fireball.” Little does he know, you’re sure as hell gonna live up to the nickname.

“How else would you react,” The spiteful words drip from your tongue, “if you felt used and easily replaceable?” It’s what you’d been thinking all along, but now you’ve got some liquid courage to make sure this conversation continues.

He sits up a bit, giving you his full attention, “Tell me what you mean.”

Ready for any reaction, you take a deep breath before expanding on your previous statement, “You talk about me like I’m some toy!” You jolt out of your seat and begin pacing in next to the teetering chair, “I thought we’d gotten past all that! I thought-”

Nobunaga interrupts your outrage, “You misunderstand-”

So you cut him off right back, “Then what did that mean?” Stopping your pacing, you throw out your arms in frustration, “Am I just some fake arm candy to you?”

“No.” He responded within milliseconds, causing a tiny voice in the back of your head to tell you to stop. You turn your back to him, as to not give him a view of your conflicted gaze.

As you think about your next words, an extremely thick air hangs between you and your supposed lover. You don’t want to fight. In fact, you’d rather throw yourself in his arms and have him tell you the rumors are all fake. Except this anger has been brewing for far too long, making you want straight answers. You’re aware of the pain your next statement could bring, and the little voice tells you no. You continue anyways.

“Do you even love me?” The whisper slips from your lips. Even though you want to keep your back turned to him, you turn your head to the left to witness his possible reaction. If he has one.

You see Nobunaga furrow his eyebrows from the corner of your eye, “Quiet.” His voice booms throughout the now quiet room. “How dare you?”

“How dare I?” You whip around to completely face him and pause, noticing the bored look crossing his face, “I’m sorry, am I bothering you, King?”

“I’m waiting for you to be done so I may explain.” Nobunaga sighs and raises his eyebrows expectantly.

Many angry thoughts cross your brain at his monotone words, but you control them. “Then I’m done.” Crossing your arms, you fall down into the chair you’d been pacing around. “Explain.”

Nobunaga straightens up, looking you in the eyes, “I’m no man-whore, fireball.” The serious tone with the weird words almost crack your facade, “I don't sleep with every woman I lay eyes on. Actually, I much prefer other things, with you as my exception.” Your tense muscles relax more with every word, “Finally, you certainly aren’t just a toy to me. You are my fireball, the one person I can trust more than any other vassal or lord. If you think I’d betray that, then maybe I’m not the man I thought I was, and I need to check myself.” Throughout his entire explanation, he never broke eye contact once. There’s pain in his eyes with the last sentence. It makes you crack.

Tears overflow from their ducts, running down your face. All of your confrontation adrenaline wrecks through your body, only to make you shake. Your breathing hitches with every breath in and out of your mouth.

“Come here.” A deep voice drags you back to the current world. Nobunaga’s eyes meet yours, “I said,” he pats his lap, “please come here.” His tone so soft you wouldn’t think the words were coming from a violent warlord. He even said please.

Using every last bit of energy in your body, you pull yourself out of the chair to slowly walk over to his awaiting arms. The second you’re within arms reach, Nobunaga lightly jerks you into his lap. The motion surprises you, but you’re grateful nonetheless.

His arms are warm as they extract every one of your worries. This reassurance may sound strange to anyone else, except you know, in that moment, that every single rumor has no chance at being the truth. You both sit there for what feels like hours in a comforting silence, until he breaks it.

“Besides,” Nobunaga whispers into your ear, “if I only saw you as a toy, you’d be my favorite.” You can feel his smirk against your skin.

Lightly tapping on his chest, you give him a small smile, “Kind of pushing it, buddy, but I get the idea.” His smile falters at your statement, but you kiss it right back on.

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Hope you enjoyed!~

#cool cool cool #that was fun then #ikemen discord writers #ikemen sengoku #nobunaga oda #ikesen #nobunaga x reader #ikesen nobunaga #angst #shattered queen9 #requests #ikesen requests

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pinkchannies · 6 years

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cheesier than cheesecake

i got inspired to write this on my 5 hours flight to hong kong bcz i ate cake on my way to the airport and miraculously wrote this on my flight in one go

also heading to hong kong eh wink wink nudge nudge @ agust d //slapped

well here's a jin oneshot because kim seokjin is my number one man and bias in bts and we need some shoulder man love in our lives amirite

laksndowxjoe i couldn't post this earlier bECAUSE WIFI AND MY COM WASN'T COOPERATING :(( sob well ok here i am posting it now LMAO bless wifi pls live

genre: fluff , is this considered comedy, crack has slipped into this fic again

requested: no

pairing: seokjin x reader

author notes: reader is a baking/walking disaster bcz mood, jin screaming and being a mama hen, idk how i wrote this in just one flight, chiru probably needs creative writing classes at this point, how do you come up with good titles

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the clock read, 2.09am. i groaned. it was one of those days again. or rather, one of those nights. of grueling hunger and cravings. and there was one way to solve it(or make it worse) without actually eating. though it may not be the best way. do u kno da wae-chiru get out i snatched my phone from my bedside table and loaded instagram, heading straight to the buzzfeedtasty instagram account. yes, tasty. the number one guilty pleasure where their food looks so good even with the simplest ingrediants, and when you recreate it it somehow looks like shit. or maybe i'm just a shitty cook. or maybe plating food to make it look aesthetically pleasing is just that difficult. or maybe both. to "satisfy" this sudden craving for sweets, i started watching videos of their deserts. god help me they look so good. the way the cream cheese blends with sugar and turns into a smooth white paste under the electric mixer, with heavy cream added to that mix and that generous teaspoon of vanilla essence that you can literally smell (jin: mMMMm sMELL) through your phone, those cheesecakes and oreos and cream and just all that fattening goodness- y'all this whole instagram account is straight up porn. i already feel fat just by watching these videos. but i'm still hungry af. the struggle is hella real who else can relate "ughhhhhh i wanna bake these godlike creations but i'm scared that i'll accidentally blow up my kitchen..." i groaned into my pillow. yeah, i’m a bit of a walking disaster, luckily i haven't reached namjoon's level. i think. one time my cookies almost turned out spicy because i was cooking spicy noodles at the same time. please don't ask. someone please just buy me a huge cheesecake to binge eat whilst i cry over my bad life decisions, one of which would be eating a whole 1542 calorie cheesecake at the asscrack of dawn. an imaginary or rather, imajinary-chiru stob light bulb went off from my head. there was one man made for this situation. one shoulder man, to be exact. i clicked on the contact "worldwide shoulders" and started typing.

(y/n) 2.30am

shoulder man take me by the hand lead me to the land that u understand

worldwide shoulders 2.35am

ya, its like 2.30am, shouldn't you be asleep? don't make me confiscate your phone

(y/n) 2.35am

sorry mom

worldwide shoulders 2.36am

yA tHIs chILd what's up, u usually don't text this late

(y/n) 2.37am

r u free tmr i wanna bake cheesecake pretty please

worldwide shoulders 2.38am

what a *cheesy* date if i do say so myself

(y/n) 2.38am

jIN its too early for puns :(

worldwide shoulders 2.39am

excuse you my puns are jinius

(y/n) 2.39am

SO cAN U BAKE WITH ME TMR :((( well actually it’ll be later today pls i owe u one

worldwide shoulders 2.40am

fine make sure u have the stuff ready, i'll come over at 10 go sleep its late

(y/n) 2.41am

yAY THANKS JINNIE

worldwide shoulders 2.41am

EXCUSE ME I AM OLDER THAN U (y/n) 2.42am :p see u tmr!! gnite shoulder man *finger heartu* worldwide shoulders 2.43am the disrespect i swear ----- "jin this is too tiring..." i groaned, my arms aching. "just a little bit more... just beat it harder." "look, must i really use my hands for this?" i whined. jin deadpanned. "(y/n) it's becoming white already, just continue. you wanted me to teach you right?" "why the hell can't i just use the electric mixer for the egg whites? its much faster than hand beating it..." i grumbled. "this is as good as doing 240 push-ups like jungkook," i whined. "my child there will be no shortcuts in this house when it comes to baking or cooking," i snorted at that. says the one who uses seasoning in his food. i mean, who doesn't? "i guess we can say that the cake will be eggcellent." he let out a windshield-wiper laugh at his own joke while i groaned at the terrible pun. "jin pls." ----- "DON'T CHOP THE BUTTER LIKE THAT OHMY GOD (Y/N) YOU'RE GOING TO CHOP YOUR HAND OFF LIKE THAT NO YOU'RE WORSE THAN NAMJOON SLICING ONIONS." jin shrieked at my horrible attempt to slice the frozen solid butter. i had forgotten to take the butter out to thaw, so now i had to face the consequences. of slicing, no, chopping, through rock solid butter that is stubborn about becoming smaller pieces. go me

he sighed and went behind me, his larger frame engulfing mine as he positioned my hand to hold the knife properly. "rest your index on top of the blade and your thumb and middle on its sides. this way, you'll have a better grip on the knife. and it reduces the chances of the knife slipping and chopping your finger off." he guides my fingers to hold the knife, while rambling on the precautions to take-which entered one ear and left the other. how am i supposed to concentrate when i've never been in this close proximity with the man until this moment? gosh he was warm and it feels real cozy, his chin gently resting on my shoulder to oversee the process, his larger hand on my smaller one guiding me to chop the butter. how domestic, i chuckled at the thought. i wonder how his hand would look like with his fingers entwined with mine- -which is what i did with the hand unoccupied by the knife. without me even registering it, i grabbed his free hand. our hands were clasped together and our fingers were tangled with each other. “omg (y/n) what are you doing” i screamed in my brain. do y’all ever just get intrusive thoughts like this and regret everything leading up to this moment. jin gave me a quizzical look that screamed "what are you doing." ok but same jin, same. well this turned awkward. in my panic, i let go of his hand. and the knife. good job, (y/n). "OH MY GOD LOOK OUT" jin yelled for what must be the 182297318th time today at my screw up and pulled me away from the knife which fell to the floor with a clang. i was pressed flushed against his chest as he pulled my body closer to his, almost as if we were snuggling. except that now is not really the time to snuggle with the situation at hand. thankfully the knife didn’t hurt any of us, but i knew, i was in deep shit with jin. i mentally braced myself for the lecture i was going to get. oh boy this is going to be ugly. "look (y/n), i dont care if you cant cook for shit." his face was starting to turn red from the incoming rant, and i had to stifle a giggle at that. there was always something amusing about jin scolding-maybe it comes from the fact that even if the mood is serious, he still wants to make everyone laugh and doesn’t want an atmosphere too damp. so his scolding just somehow turns comical. i bit down on my bottom lip harshly to stop the giggles, lest the lecture becomes longer. "but you are handling something sharp, please be careful." "i understand." i sighed. "look if i'm not here, you could have been seriously injured, you can't just play while handling knives. luckily i was around and could pull you away before it landed on your feet and cause you to internally bleed in your toe. do you even know how nasty it looks to have that black blood clot under your nail?" i nodded sheepishly. "loOK, WHAT IF YOU WERE ALONE? YOU COULD HAVE BLED TO DEATH AND THEN I WOULD NEED TO HAUL YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL WHICH WOULD NOT END WELL MAJOR BLOOD LOSS IS NOT A FUN THING OK YOU NEED BLOOD TRANSFUSION SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH THE KNIFE DONT BE A SECOND NAMJOON." "yes mom." "excuse you i am not your mother." "alright you're excused mr worldwide handsome... mom." "YA THIS BRAT." ----- thankfully, that was the only major incident-or as the drama queen puts it, life threatening incident-that happened while baking the cheesecake. after 2 hours of screaming together and jin telling me how to carry out baking procedures properly, we finally put the cake together. "jin, she's beautiful." i shed a fake tear at our finished product. fake tear-fake love tear-chiru why are you so lame "yeah, but im more beautiful amirite." ".....you're inedible so obviously the cheesecake is prettier than you." he looked at me with a mock look of offense and i giggled at that. "well at least my face doesn't need to be caked with makeup to look good." "jin, why are you so lame." just like me "hey at least i'm still walking." "oh my god." "i mean that's not my name, but god's also a good name for someone as handsome as me." "........i give up." there was a tense moment of pregnant silence that settled between us. suddenly, we both burst out laughing at our ridiculous banter filled with bad puns, courtesy of jin. "let's eat the cheesecake, shall we?"

#bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts #bts oneshots #fluff #kim seokjin #jin x reader #seokjin x reader #jinnie #fanfic #oneshot #bulletproof boyscouts #i was watching too many food vids and this happened HAHAHAH #seokjin fluff #reader insert #seokjinnie #p cliche but i try #how does one tag

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johnhaos · 6 years

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first impressions on the tracks of ly: answer?? 💖💖💖💖💖

i can’t believe tumblr wouldn’t let you send this ask until you took out the ily RUDE but ahhhh thank you for continuing to try we got there in the end!! ily

ahhhhh ok here we go!! so i’ve actually talked about all the songs, except the ones from tear, because i’ve never got to talk about the ones from her before (although i didn’t say much about some of them since i’ve heard them a lot so idk what to say really) so this is pretty long lmao

ahhh and like last time i listened again w/ lyrics and some of them a couple more times so it’s not exactly ~first impressions but close enough,,,, also this is a mess^tm and really inconsistent in terms of how much i say about everything (like, half of it is about trivia: love, epiphany and answer: love myself tbh omg)

ok firstly the progression on the first disc from euphoria to answer love yourself is incredible you really do get a sense of the journey that this series takes you on wow

euphoria: full studio version of euphoria i am YELLING i really love this song and jk’s voice sounds so lovely and ofc i loved the version we got in the video but with the extra parts it’s just beautiful, i love the ‘euphoria’ at the end of the last chorus, the way it rises is just lovely and hmm i’m,,,, not actually sure whether i’ve actually looked at the lyrics before?? but ofc it’s a beautifully written song

trivia just dance: JUNG HOSEOK OMG I’M !!!! holy shit my mouth literally dropped open like 5 seconds in lmao THE BEAT AND HIS RAP AND THE VOCALS OHHHH MY GOD wow this sounds incredible he did that!! it’s so,,, hobi?? g o d and the bit at @2.50 when he’s doing that low rap and repeating the word ‘baby’ hahaahah rip me

serendipity: g o d i adored the intro version i was so excited to see we were getting a full version and ahhh the additional part wow,,, i really love the sound of this song and jimin’s voice is so soft and beautiful i could cry tbh,,,, oooh and the little drum bit at ~3 mins nice,,,,, idk, listening to this song feels like being wrapped in a blanket?? like the combination of the music and jimin’s voice is just really comforting and ahhh it has such beautiful lyrics

dna: ahhh ok idk what to say about dna but g o d it’s really such a bop i always wanna get up and dance (i use that term loosely because i cannot dance lmao) and g o d tae’s voice still completely and utterly kills me in this whew,,,,, and i love the bit that alternates between yoongi and jk

dimple: asdfsa ok i remember being really unsure how i felt about this song when i first heard it but it’s kinda grown on me,,, the ‘so i call you illegirl’ bit always kills me though lmao but it always puts a smile on my face and it’s cute!!

trivia love: oooh i love the piano intro wow nice KIM NAMJOON K I L L I N G IT the background music is soooo nice i’m loving this vibe omg and he sounds amazing,,, ok i just read the lyrics and notes [x] before listening again and i am also so blown away by the depth of namjoon’s lyrics and the thought that goes into them, the way he can play with words and incorporate details about the pronunciation and written form of the language is truly incredible g o d,,,, and then also using the difference between live and love in english?? and god i remember him talking about both of those similarities during the interviews in america as well daaamn. he,,,, i,,,, i’m really struggling to put into words how i feel about this song and joon rn it’s a lot but god i have so much love and respect and admiration for him,,,,

her: THE TRANSITION from love to this ooof,,,, this is my fave rap line song tbh, i love the music they use and their flows are amazing and the chorus (and using wonder, answer, her and tear PLS) i honestly love it so much such an underated song can people please stop sleeping on the rap line tracks istg and appreciate them pls it’s what they deserve

ok god i wasn’t gonna talk about the ly: tear tracks but singularity really owns me and i still cannot get over this song and how absolutely perfect it is for tae and how good he sounds and asdfdsa possibly my fave intro tbh and just a fave in general wow,,, ok right moving on

trivia seesaw: *whispers* suga HE’S BACK asdfgsa,,, HIS VOCALS HOLY SHIT MIN YOONGI !!!!! GOD this is soooo good the music and the mix of rap and vocals i am YELLING he really did that and his voice at the end fuck i am dead

epiphany: (ok the bit until // is what i wrote after the mv dropped and then i added some stuff listening to the album) you know how we both said we were !!! every time jin sang on tear?! this was a whole song of that wow truly blessed!! ok so firstly, the style of song is the kind of style that i really like, i’m always drawn to their more ballad-esque songs and this is no exception. and god it’s so perfect for jin?? he voice sounds heavenly and just works /so/ well with this style of music (the same for the other intros & euphoria, they really killed it with showing the individual voices of the vocal line throughout the love yourself series bless) ahhh and the lyrics are so beautiful and the message of love yourself within them just wraps the series up so nicely like ‘i’m the one i should love in this world’ and ‘not so perfect but so beautiful’ are so meaningful,,,, // OMG AND THE BITS THAT WEREN’T IN THE MV I JUST GASPED and god the lyrics for the new parts as well this whole song and message makes me so emotional i,,,,,

i’m fine: ok i read the description yesterday that this drew on save me but i literally had to pause like 3 seconds in because i was not ready for that DAMN though this is so good,,,, tae’s voice at the beginning and joon’s verse !!!! hobi saying hope world my heart soars tbh and damn yoongi’s verse my god he sped off it made me breathless just listening to it what a legend and the vocal line ahhhh this is a bop,,,, ahhh right ok second listen with lyrics, i actually listened to save me again with lyrics first gosh and the parallels [x] esp. w/ joon’s verse in the two i’m,,,,, these boys are really something else this is amazing

idol: ahhh i always end up struggling to talk about the title track because i always watch the mv a few times first but don’t note down any thoughts rip,,,, but i love the use of traditional instruments in this and it has such a good beat i cannot wait to see a full choreo for this,,,, and the lyrics!! THE LYRICS!!! (wow i’m so good at explaining my feelings rip) like ‘i know what i am / i know what i want’ [x] and ‘i do what i do, so you just focus on yourself / you can’t stop me loving myself’ but YEAH i really love this and it’s so high energy i was jamming away lmao

answer love myself: was that a *whispers* suga i heard?? i love that this has become a thing i really do,,,, the vocal line sound so beautiful and the rap line parts are incredible,,,, AND i just burst into tears ok wow i’m not even listening with lyrics so i bet that’s gonna make me sob even more gosh what a beautiful way to round off the ly series. oh god and magic shop right after?? this is unfair i was already crying and now it’s gonna be even worse asdfdsa,,,,, ok here we go second listen with lyrics helP god ok so i just read them to begin with and i’ve got goosebumps these lyrics are really,,,, just pretty relatable tbh like ‘perhaps, more so than loving someone else / it is even more difficult to love myself / let’s honestly accept what needs to be accepted / the standards you set are stricter for yourself’ [x] just,,,, yeah,,,,, and the ‘you’ve shown me i have reasons / i should love myself’ part sounds gorgeous,,, oh and hey guess what?? i’m crying again god this song is really something

best of me: i,,,, don’t know really,,,, it’s not my fave track tbh but it’s still a bop,,,, the transition from magic shop to this is cool though with the ‘you gave me the best of me so you’ll give you the best of you’ / ‘you got the best of me’ lyric parallels though

go go: BOP!! BOP!! BOP!! ahhh i really love the music used and wow all of hobi’s noises and backing vocals really add to it this song would sound so different without them,,,, ohhh and this followed by anpanman?? iconic incredible amazing

mic drop: god this always makes me start jamming out and mic mic bungee remains iconic ok that’s all

dna pedal 2 la mix: OH OK i mean i had no idea what to expect because wtf does pedal 2 la mix mean?? and i would not have imagined that but HOLY SHIT?? god this goes so hard i’m yelling and tae’s voice works so well with this mix wow

fake love rocking vibe remix: ok we’d already heard this but ahhh i do love this version

mic drop steve aoki remix: i am so glad we’ve finally got this version on spotify because i really enjoy the remix but i don’t listen to the version w/ d*siigner and this has the dance break bits as well!!! so this is what i really wanted!! good stuff!!

and we’re just gonna ignore idol feat. n*cki m*naj ok good,,, bye

overall conclusions, g o d the new songs are incredible and exceeded any expectations i had of them tbh i’m really just super emotional about the boys at the moment i love them so damn much

#q and a #suaboras #bangtansofts #thought i'd tag you as well ginny hope that's ok!!#long post //#thank you thank you #i really enjoyed doing this #i feel like it makes me appreciate the album more than i would otherwise #also i copied this into word #and it was almost 2000 words asdfdsa #(if only i was putting this much effort into my dissertation rn oops)#but ahh thanks again ily!!#ahh and there's a lot of rambling about tae and the rap line #who's surprised?? not me!!

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kindly-creatot · 7 years

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memories to daydreams pt1

ahahahahahah. so that idea about danny being a live-in boyfriend? wrote it. or well, part of it cause i’m ngl, it’s gonna be a chapter fic. lmao rip me

pt1-pt2-

Vlad was lonely. There was no denying it, he was too old to even think about denying it to anyone. Pushing closer to 'lifetime bachelor' and further from 'workaholic' than he'd actually wanted lately had the man thinking about just hiring someone off the internet to come and stay with him to keep him company and… well, Vlad was not going to force anyone to do anything they didn't want to, but he had urges. He was only human.

No, no. It would be a stupid idea to indulge in, Vlad thought to himself as he stared out the windows of the home office he worked in. Well, really he just sat here at the expensive desk until someone sent him something to sign off on or get a green light to start something. It was a maudlin way that his employees felt they needed in order to keep him 'busy'.

He lets out a sigh and spins his chair back to the dark computer screen before he makes his decision and stands. He pulls on his suit jacket just as his (poor bored) assistant walks in.

"Uhm, sir?" Desiree looked confused for a moment and Vlad could understand why, it was only noon. "Where are you going?"

"Ah, I figured I would grab my own lunch and then take the day for myself. Would you like the day off too? It must be dreadfully boring working for me," he chuckles and his assistant can't help the small smile on her face but nods anyways.

"If you say so, sir. I was just going to let you know I was going down the street to that little Italian place for lunch," she thinks for a moment and Vlad fidgets. "Would you like to come along? I'm sure the girls won't mind at all,"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose-"

"Nonsense! You'd be a wonderful addition to the lunch party," she assured the older man with a wide grin and grabs his arm in hers but Vlad feels wary at the moment. Like he just got thrown into something he didn't know about yet. -----

The group of women he was seated with for lunch, Vlad would equate to a pack of hyenas. The laughing and cacophony of noise that they made almost grated on his ears. They were as welcoming as his assistant had said and Vlad was grateful for that.

"So, Mr. Masters," one of the younger women, Ember if Vlad remembered correctly, looked him over as she lifted her glass of wine to her blue lips. "You got anyone special? Someone at home, warming your bed tonight?"

"Ember!" Desiree called out, she looked offended for Vlad and the man was struck with such a feeling of friendship for the woman at the moment. "You cannot just ask that! We're at lunch,"

"So? If he wasn't here, we'd already be talking about our partners," Ember laughs as Desiree blushes.

"This is my boss, okay? Be respectful," she tries once more before another girl pipes in.

"Okay, but seriously. Do you have anyone in your life, Mr. Masters?" This one is a shy looking girl, light hair braided to one side and wearing what he thought was a peasant blouse, Dora he thinks her name is that.

"Oh, no. I, uhm, I've been focused on my work for so long that I am afraid I have neglected that idealistic home life," Vlad admits to them and the girls just stare for a second before bursting into what Vlad only knows as 'cooing'. That is a sound that does grate on his ears and all he can do is give an awkward smile to the girls. "I am afraid that there is not much to talk about when it comes to my romantic life. This morning I'd had the ridiculous thought of hiring someone to be a sort of 'live-in boyfriend or girlfriend'. As if anyone would ever do that!" Vlad laughed at his own idea as did the women at the table. He smiles when they all calm down and they start chatting again easily. Vlad offers to pay for everyone's lunch that day.

He leaves the lunch in a good spirit and feeling ready for the long weekend alone. -----

Monday comes soon enough and the older man is glad to see his assistant already at her desk and looking over, what Vlad presumes are, e-mails.

"Good morning, Desiree," He calls out as he passes by her.

"Ah, Mr. Masters! Good, uh, good morning," he gives her a glance as he stops at his office doors. She was smiling nervously at him but Vlad doesn’t know if she wants a man like him to pry into it so he smiles back and walks to his desk. It's all very normal and humdrum to begin with. Letters for the company, some expenses and new notifications about products from other sellers, a letter for Vlad to attend a banquet.

Sometimes when they include a plus one invitation it feels mocking.

He sets that all aside to turn on the computer, settling in his chair easily. The day wasn't going to be all that bad, he knew because most people avoided doing any real work on Mondays. He was hoping for an almost empty inbox for his emails, honestly. Maybe he could take another half day and-

'ping! ping! ping! ping!'

Maybe not, he thought to himself. Various emails were flooding into his account and Vlad had half a mind to believe them all to be from some sort of virus or some such, until he read the subject lines on some.

"Application for Potential Live-In Boyfriend? Live-In Girlfriend?!" Was this some sort of joke? How would someone have gotten this kind of an ide-

Ohhhh. Vlad looks to the door way pf his office, cracked open the slightest so Desiree would be able to hear him no matter if he spoke up or softly.

"DESIREE," she pokes her head just the slightest into the doorway.

"Yes, sir?" she smiles but it looks like she's worried. Vlad thinks she should be.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" He moves the screen to show the inbox to her.

(372) Unread INBOX "Ah, well… See, uhm," Vlad brings a hand to his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "The girls wanted to, you know, bring your idea to life? There's an actual application and everything," she leans over to pull up one of the latest emails and opens the file to show the attached application to Vlad. It's in depth and lists all sorts of information.

"I should fire you," he states with a frown and Desiree freezes for a second and Vlad can see the tears welling up in her eyes. "But you are the best damn assistant I have ever had so… I thank you for caring but please, no more of these ideas, okay?" With that he shoo-s her back to her desk and she spouts 'thank you' a few times at him weepily. She had left the email open and Vlad takes a look at the one she pulled up with a sigh.

Daniel J. Fenton, age 20, black hair and blue eyes, college student working as a barista… it was not that this Daniel character was impressive but Vlad was curious to see just how in depth this application went and how much information these people were willing to give up for this sham. At least there was a simple 'about me' paragraph that Vlad could read easily.

My name is Danny, I work full-time and go to school full-time for my Astrobiology degree. I'm not looking for a handout, but if you really are looking for someone to keep you company, I'd ask for only tuition money. I would love to stop working at the Coffee Palace (yeah, the name sucks I know) and focus on my studies. This is probably a sham though so I don't expect much from this. (Sorry, but it's too good to be true that a famous billionaire like Vlad Masters doesn’t have a bunch of woman/men hanging off his every word.)

It rambles on for a bit, there was even another attached document to the email entitled 'More About Me' that Vlad had to laugh at. The audacity that this, this child would think that Vlad would open another file simply to know about him was hilarious to the man.

He clicked open the file anyways.

#pompous pep #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #danny fenton/vlad masters #fanfic #my writing

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keichanz · 7 years

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Fear

@inukag-week Day Two: Fear

This idea just ran away with me. I started it with one idea in mind, and ended it with something else all together different. It’s InuKag, but it’s...not? Er. Well it is, but. I mean it’s there definitely....ugh just read it. -_-

This came out longer than I wanted it to. I DONT KNOW HOW TO DRABBLE LMAO ;AJDFILAHFAJ;DHALFAFD HeLP

Fear.

It was a word that, for a long time, I didn’t know the meaning of, and didn’t care to.

Well, okay, I know what it meant, I mean I’m not a dumbass, but just in the sense that it was something that I never really thought about or associated with me. Being scared doesn’t solve anything. If something scares you, destroy it. Hell, I wouldn’t be alive today if I’d been a scared little coward back when I was a scrawny whelp. If I’d jumped at every sound, hid from every shadow and fled from the slightest danger, I wouldn’t be as strong as I am now, wouldn’t know the things I do, because I didn’t have the balls to try. Being a kid was no excuse; I was on my own, I had no choice but to stay and fight most of the time if I wanted live to see the next sunrise. And okay, fine, those other times I fled and hid somewhere, but only because I knew I was in over my head and was smart enough not to tempt fate. And being a half-demon brat just made it ten times worse because things older and stronger than me purposely sought me out.

So, yeah. I know what fear is. But growing up a half-breed, if I wanted to live to enjoy my next meal, I being afraid wasn’t an option, so I just…wasn’t. That simple.

But it wasn’t until later in my life, after I met a certain dark-eyed wench with a stubborn streak to match my own, that I learned that there were certain kinds of fear. Three, to be exact.

Fear for yourself; fear for something else; and for of something else.

Now I ain’t no “dik-shun-ary,” or whatever the hell Kagome calls that huge ass book she brought back from her time once, and maybe I’m wrong, but this is the way I see it. And if anyone wants to disagree, fuck ‘em.

Anyway. Fear for yourself is pretty self-explanatory, so I won’t really go into depth with that. And like I said, even as a whelp I can’t really recall ever being truly frightened. I couldn’t afford to be; I was too busy trying to survive.

Fear for something else, on the other hand, is completely different. Or perhaps I should say someone else. When you’re fearful for someone else’s life, a life in which was under your protection, your own life suddenly becomes forfeit, a sacrifice you’re willing to make in order for them to survive. You can’t breathe, you can’t think, your body suddenly feels slower than hell, like you’re moving through thick sludge, or your limbs are tied down by heavy weights. You don’t think you’re gonna make it in time, that you’re too late, too fucking slow, and your heart just stops, and you’re willing to do anything, anything if it means she survives, that her life is spared, and you find yourself prayin’ to any God that’ll listen to take your worthless life instead.

What was that saying? “The only thing to fear, is fear itself”? Pretty damn accurate if I do say so.

But then by some miracle, call it Fate or Destiny or some other such bullshit, you save her just in the nick of time and you’ve once more fulfilled your vow to protect her with your life. And the feeling that she’s alive, she’s in your arms, holding onto you so tightly and demanding to know if you’re alright, it’s….indescribable.

Fearing for someone else’s life is, essentially, fearing for your own because she gradually becomes your life, your heart, your world.

…Keh. A-anyway, moving on.

I’ve covered fearing for your life and someone else’s; fear of something or someone else? Now that’s a whole other ballgame, to borrow a phrase Kagome likes to say.

I ain’t ever been scared of nothin’. I’ve killed demons twice my twice and thrice my strength, took down the Band of Seven, destroyed what was most likely the greatest villain this time has ever seen, and managed to get through three long, torturous years without the woman I now call my wife.

To this day I still think that last one is my greatest accomplishment. Kagome says it’s not murdering Miroku and Sango and tolerating their brats’ infatuation with my ears.

And, well…she’s not wrong. This is the part where we usually agree to disagree.

Anyway, that ain’t important. What I’m trying to say is, being afraid of something is similar to the other two, but not the same.

It’s much, much worse.

At first it appears the same; the shortness of breath, body frozen, paralyzed even, heart in your throat, waiting for the inevitable to happen, ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice, whether it be to flee or to fight. So knowing this, it ain’t a surprise that some people mistake it for fearing for that person’s life instead of being afraid of them.

In some cases it’s obvious; if you’re facing off against something bigger, meaner and stronger than you, then you’re probably afraid of them and you should be running by now.

In other cases, however, it can be quite different. See, instead of the thing being your ultimate fear, it can also be a weakness, something that can strip you of your power with a simple glance, a smile, a word. You’d do anything or them, bend over backwards, climb the highest mountain, and swim to the bottom of the deepest ocean. And just the fact that you’re willing to do any of that is what absolutely, utterly terrifies you.

For some people it can be an inanimate object or what have you; a drunkard’s sake, a wounded warrior’s sword, or it can even be an invisible fear. A threat, a broken heart, doubts slowly crushing your will.

Then there are those who find their weakness in another living being. A husband’s adoring wife, maybe. Miroku’s a prime example of that. Sango’s got him by the balls and everyone knows it. Though really it’s anyone’s guess if he’s afraid for her or of her. Heh.

I used to think that Kagome was mine, but I’ve come to realize that she is my strength.

Instead? My weakness turned out to be little ears, golden eyes, and Kagome’s smile.

Yeah, that’s right. A kid. My kid.

My beautiful daughter.

Me, a fully grown half-demon who’d taken down demons with nothing but my bare hands, who defeated Naraku, married the one woman who gave as good as she got, was utterly and completely terrified of a little girl with the cutest goddamn laugh and rosy, chubby cheeks.

And there she goes again, giving me a goddamn heart attack every time she falls down in her many attempts to walk. Kagome was right there with her, though, ready to catch her and offering never ending encouragement and a kiss to the nose. Izayoi giggled, wind milled her little arms and spun around toward me again, taking one hesitant step forward.

I smiled and crouched down a mere three feet away. “That’s it, Iz,” I said and held out my arms. “Come to papa.”

As I watched our daughter slowly take her first steps toward me, I felt my throat go tight and a prickling sensation develop behind my eyes. God, but this little girl really was my weakness. With just a smile, she could bring me to my knees. At her laugh, I am hers for her every whim. And whenever she said—

“Papa,” she squealed and propelled herself the rest of the way into my arms, tiny fingers clinging to my sleeves and my heart burst. Fighting back the tears that wanted to escape for some stupid reason, I gathered her close to me and hugged her tight, inhaling her sweet scent, aware of Kagome kneeling beside me, her hand on my shoulder, my pillar, my strength.

Izayoi was content to be held for a mere few seconds before she started to squirm in my tight grasp so reluctantly I let her go so she could frolic in the grass, chasing butterflies.; a reward for all her hard work.

Swallowing the lump in my throat I watched her crawl away from me, babbling happily to herself with the occasional “mama” and ��papa” mixed in – the only words she knew. Kagome settled herself in front of me and I sat down so she sat between my raised knees, my arms wrapping around her waist and my chin resting on her head.

Confident our little girl wouldn’t stray far, Kagome and I were content to just watch her play, laughing quietly to ourselves at some of her antics. I couldn’t help but flinch sometimes whenever she took a rough tumble or made a small noise of distress, and my body tensed as if in preparation to go to her several times, to save her from the unforgiving ground, but Kagome’s gentle touch to my hand or arm always calmed me settled me down. It was hard, but she was a tough little girl – being half-demon had its perks, after all – and I know she had to learn to pick herself back up whenever she fell and not rely so much on others.

Didn’t mean I had to like it, though.

Heaving a sigh, I dropped a kiss to Kagome’s head, and when she shifted a little to the side and leaned her head back on my shoulder, I glanced down to find her smiling knowingly at me and despite myself I felt my cheeks grow hot.

“Keh,” I muttered and she chuckled.

“I know,” she said and brushed a kiss against my jaw. I decided I wanted more than that and dipped my head to capture her mouth with mine. After several heated minutes and successfully leaving my wife red-faced and panting, Kagome regained her breath enough to continue, “It’ll get better, I promise. It’s always hard the first time around.”

I stiffened and my eyes widened as I stared down at her. “F-first time…around?”

My little wife looked rather sly as a smile slowly curled her lips upward and her eyebrows rose in mock innocence. “You didn’t think Iz would be our only child, did you, Inuyasha?” Keeping her gaze on mine, she took my hand and deliberately pressed it against her stomach as her smile widened ever so slightly.

I blanched, and as Izayoi’s joyous laughter echoed in my ears, the word fear took on a whole new meaning.

#Inukag Week #inukag week day 2 #fear #inuyasha #kagome #papayasha #kagomom #fanbaby!#some fluff to offset the last one i submitted #lmao #fuck i'm tired #sorry its so late

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Jealousy’s A Bitch

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, OC x Reader

Warnings: Bucky’s a sarcastic piece of shit lmao, you kick ass lmao, Jealousy, not much Bucky is so cute when he’s jealous

Summary: Kind of based off of this prompt I had in my files: “Tony holds a party to celebrate the Reader’s birthday and flirts with her a little too much. Bucky just wants to show her who she belongs to just in case she had forgotten.” and also this request:

WORD COUNT: 3.6K+

“Y/N, you have to go! It’s your party!” Nat explains,

“Is it really though?” You laugh, picking out a dress from the rack, “Because I’m pretty sure Tony doesn’t really give a shit about our birthdays, he only loves the parties.”

“Okay, yes but still… Don’t you just wanna look hot for your soldier?”

“My soldier?”

“Oh don’t even lie, Y/L/N, you are totally in with Bucky!” you shook your head and smiled softly at the thought of him. It was true though, you just didn’t like to admit that James Buchanan Barnes was wrapped around your finger and you loved him dearly. Probably more than you loved yourself. Despite his horrible past, you still loved him with every fibre in your body and you weren’t going to stop any time soon. Bucky loved you just as much and he appreciated your patience with him. He was trying. He was trying, for you.

“We should be shopping for costumes, Natasha, not talking about my love life.”

“AHA! SO YOU ADMIT!”

“I didn’t say anything!” she lifted her head to reveal a shit eating grin, knowing you knew she was right,

“If you say so, Agent.”

Another thing you were never going to admit was that you were incredibly excited to attend this party because being an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D meant you were in a uniform all day long, fight ready. But Tony had decided that your birthday should be a big one. So, he was holding a costume party. ‘Let’s be different people, tonight’ he says, justifying his reason for partying. In that moment you would just roll your eyes and chuckle because you knew he’d find just about 107 reasons to throw you this party.

“Do you know what you’re going as, Y/N?” Nat questions,

“I know exactly what I’m going as.”

“Can I know?”

“Yes, just don’t tell Bucky but I know he’s gonna be gobsmacked, he’s never gonna expect it,” You whisper your incredible idea into Natasha’s ear and she gasps, high-fiving you. Your quick moment of victory was disrupted by the sound of Natasha’s phone. She grabs it from her back pocket, laughing ceases and he face gets serious, “So, who’s having trouble with their costume?”

“Damon Wade.”

“What!?”

Back at the tower everything was already prepared. From the banner of your age to the deliciously mouth watering food by the bar but you were beyond furious. Too furious to notice the flowers Bucky had laid on your bed with a note.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, what is Mr. Stark doing?” you ask, anger radiating off of you,

“He’s currently in his lab with Miss Pepper, Miss Cho, and Mr Banner, would you like me to call him for you?”

“No thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y, I’ll pay him a visit myself.”

“Miss Y/N, you seem agitated, would you like me to call on Mr Barnes?”

“No thank you and please tell him to keep out of my room for the time being.” you tell F.R.I.D.A.Y politely.

You walk through the brightly lit hallway, smiling at Pietro on the way, and continue your way down the swirly, steep steps.

“I ask you one thing, Tony, one fucking thing!” you shout, bursting through his laboratory doors,

“Excuse you, sweetheart, meeting?”

“Oh… Sorry guys,” you smile at them quickly before turning your attention back to the man with an iron fist surrounding his left hand, “What the fuck, Tony! On my fucking birthday!”

“Oh, this is about Damon… Right,” he clicks his tongue, “well, it was an on the spot thing.”

“I don’t give a fuck what it was, fix this.” you could’ve sworn that steam was elevating from your body from anger. You were not ready, you were far from ready. Damon Wade was your ex-fiancée and before you met Bucky, you defined real love as fighting and yelling at one another all day long because that’s what Damon led you to believe. As you look back on it, you should’ve known that Damon didn’t love you, he used you for his own pleasure but you hadn’t known better back then. If you asked yourself 2 years ago why you loved Damon so much, you’d probably answer with something like: ‘He loves me, I love him, that’s all that matters, really.’ and the return to your screaming match with the man you were convinced you were in love with. Bucky had shown you a life more than that. Sure, you’d fought before but he would never treat you the way Damon did. At the end of the day, Bucky would be lying next to you as you’d both talk it out but Damon would spend the night drinking and telling you that you were wrong no matter what. Damon was an asshole and that was one chapter of your life you wish you could forget.

“You look very stressed, Y/N.” You lose your train of thought and jump from the thick Transian accent,

“Christ! Wanda.” your hands clutch your chest, stopping in your tracks as she walks beside you,

“Oh, I am sorry, I did not mean to scare you.”

“No, no, I just- I am very stressed.”

“Who is the man in your head, Y/N?” you forget that Wanda was perfectly capable of getting into your head without you even knowing, “He is very handsome, he is not your brother, it’s not that kind of energy,” her eyes widen in sudden realisation, “He is-”

“My ex-fiancée.”

“Does the soldier know?”

“Yes but I wasn’t expecting him to show up any time soon.” you explain. Pietro soon appears beside Wanda telling her that they need to train. He smiles as he takes her away, bidding goodbye and before you knew it, you stood behind your bedroom door, dragging you hands upon your face in frustration. Tony knew that you weren’t ready for them to meet but he meant this. He meant for this to happen so he could see the look upon Bucky’s face. You groaned in annoyance, ready to punch something. “F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N?”

“What’s Bucky doing?”

“He’s training with Mr Rogers.”

“God, everyone is so busy,” you sigh, picking up your costume from the bed. Your eyes notice the colours upon your covers. Flowers. “What’s this?”

“Mr Barnes had dropped them off after you left this morning with Miss Romanoff.” F.R.I.D.A.Y explained,

“Oh god, I just put my costume on top of them, I am horrible.” you pick up the bouquet of pink roses, holding them up to your nose to smell the sweetness of not only the flower themselves but the thought of Bucky. Your eyes spot a blue card, it was the note he had written for you.

Happy Birthday, doll! You’re getting old. Thank you for being you, being patient with an old man like me and for loving me despite what you know. I hope you’re having the best day while you read this, no one deserves it more than you, printcesa. I love you nevertheless, forever and always.

- Bucky

You smiled softly at the note, holding up to your lips. But now it was time to face your boyfriend, the guy who’d left you roses on your bed, the guy who just made you a note hoping you’re having a great day. Which you were not. You groaned. It seemed as if that’s all you were doing today, groaning in frustration.

“Miss Y/N, Mr Barnes is requesting to see you.”

“Tell him I’ll be in his room in five minutes.” you slid the note in the back of your pants and walked out of your room, “Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“Pleasure, Miss Y/N.” You made your way to Bucky’s room, nervous, and scared of his reaction. You didn’t know how you were going to tell him and if he was going to dig Tony and Damon a space in the ground. You stood outside his door and fiddled with the blue note. Taking a deep breath the door slid open and you leaned against it. He sat there peacefully reading the newspaper, you let out a chuckle.

“Hey Sarge, you know they have websites for that now, don’t you?”

“Guess you could say, I’m old fashioned.” he put the newspaper down and looked at you with dearly eyes, your heart swelled and you walked to his bed with a quick pace. He engulfed you in an embrace once he felt your warmth beside him. “How’s your day been, birthday girl?”

“It’s been great.”

“You could never lie to me, you know that,” you sit up and look at him. Your eyes were tearing up, “Oh, doll, c’mere.” He pulls you closer in and places a kiss upon your hair,

“I need to tell you something and I just- I don’t know how you’re going to react and I’m so angry and frustrated at Tony for doing this and I am so so so sorry, I love you so much and I didn’t want this to happen and to be fairly honest I wasn’t-” you were rambling, something you did to stall yourself from facing the situation but Bucky knew what you were doing and he held your face in his hands,

“Whatever it is, we can face it together.” you exhale to try and relax yourself,

“Tony invited Damon.” he looked at you confusingly,

“Damon? Damon as in your ex-fiancée, Damon?” you nod, “Oh.” he laughs,

“What is so funny? I wasn’t ready.”

“Doll, we both know I’m better than him, probably in every way possible.” he wipes your tears and kisses your lips, “We can figure this out together.” A smirk makes its way on his lips.

“James Buchanan Barnes, what are you planning?”

“Nothing, you needn’t to worry,” he chuckles, “What are you going as?”

“You’re not allowed to know. You have to wait. I specifically told Nat and F.R.I.D.A.Y not to tell you.”

“But whyyyy?”

“Just trust me, I think you’re gonna shit yourself.” he laughs at you,

“You are just something else.”

Day became night quicker than you thought and people had already start arriving. You flattened out the creases of your swing dress, not knowing whether he’d like it of not. You were sure he would and it would take him by surprise, that’s what you wanted. You sprayed your victory rolls and your curls once more before deciding they were fine the way they looked.

“I can feel your nervousness, Y/N, stop that.”

“Sorry Wanda, I can’t help it.”

“He is waiting, you should get down there and show him what you’ve got.”

“You sure I look alright?” she nods as you apply the red lipstick to complete your look. Wanda was dressed in a yellow evening gown, her hair in a crown of curls upon her head,

“Perfect.” You both walked out, heels clicking,

“Let’s get drunk, Belle.” you say, taking her hand.

Bucky was standing with Steve and Thor by the bar, drinking whatever Thor had brought back from Asgard, they laughed together as they drank. Steve taps Bucky on the arm, mouth agape while you walked down the stairs with Wanda.

“Man, I would do just about anything to steal her away from you right now…” Steve says to Bucky, both eyes focused on you,

“You’re a dead man, if you try, Rogers.” You both make eye contact with one another and you could see the excitement and love straight through him. Bucky’s costume was quite traditional, a vampire. Which you must say looked incredible on him. You walk sensually and slowly towards the soldier.

“Boys.” You greet them,

“You’re killing me… and Steve.”

“Unfortunately, Steven, I only belong to one man… or Vampire in this entire room.”

“I regret my life.” Steve laughs, taking a drink. You lean in to kiss your boyfriend,

“Y/N?” you hear behind you. You recognise the voice, ready to punch the day lights out of him. Turning around, you calm yourself to greet the man.

“Hi, Damon.” Bucky had snaked his arm around your waist as an act of possessiveness,

“H-hey, how’ve you been?”

“Never better.” You flaunted,

“You look great!”

“I was just about to show her how great she looked before you came along.” Bucky disrupted,

“You are?” he scoffed at the question,

“Damon, this is my boyfriend, James, Buck, this is an acquaintance of mine, Damon.”

“Acquaintance? I believe we were more than just that at one stage, Y/N.”

“Well now you’re not.” Bucky’s voice challenges Damon’s position in your life and you hold back laugh, “And this is a costume party, not ‘dress like a dick’ day.” you couldn’t control yourself as you let out a giggle,

“Alright, alright, I’m hungry,” you say to Bucky with warning eyes, “We’ll be going now.”

“He even looks like an asshole.” Bucky says as you both make your way to the table,

“Control yourself, Count Dracula.”

“Sorry, love I can’t help it,” your hands caressing his cheek, “the way he was look at you, I just wanted to tear him apart.”

“And how was he looking at me.”

“Like he wanted to eat you.”

“Hmm… Those fangs got me feeling some type of way, maybe you can eat me later?” he rolls his eyes,

“I just might have to if that’s what the birthday girl requests.” he places a kiss on your lips.

You could feel Damon burning a hole through your back and you knew that Bucky had noticed his intense stare. He was annoyed. This man almost had a life with you but it was just almost, right? Still, he wanted to show this man that you were his and he was yours. This was your life now, his life with you.

“Let it go, Buck, I’m yours and I always will be.” you peck him on the lips as he stares at Damon, giving him a warning look,

“So, did you like my surprise?” Tony says, sitting beside you,

“We loved it.” your sarcasm popping out to make an appearance,

“Good because he’s staying for the week.”

“Excuse me, what did you just say!?” Tony stood up and walked away, “Tony!”

“Calm down, doll, come on.”

“I can’t, I hate that man, I hate Damon, I don’t wanna be near him, Buck!” he rubs your back to try and calm you down,

“I can see that but it’s not like he can do anything, I’m here and you can kick his ass, for sure.”

“Can we go?” You were desperate to leave this party, if your day wasn’t bad enough, this was the cherry on top of the sundae,

“I don’t know, doll, this is your party.”

“It is my party and I can do what I want… What I want is to leave. Please, Bucky.” you looked at him pleadingly and he knew you were about to break,

“Alright, princess, let’s go.”

Your night was ruined, your birthday was ruined, and now all you wanted to do was sleep with your boyfriend. You wanted nothing but to feel his warmth and his love.

“Thank you for the flowers, they were beautiful, I kind of crushed them with my costume but they’re still beautiful.”

“You know I’d do anything for you.” you nodded,

“Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“Show him who I belong to.” he chuckles,

“Anything for you, printcesa.”

5:35 AM, the clock read. You got up and got dressed, readying yourself for a run. You turn to Bucky who was sleeping peacefully, arms still out, unaware of your absence. Quickly, you place a kiss om his cheek before asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to tell Bucky where you’d gone just in case he wakes up a little early wondering where you’d run off to. You ran and ran trying to get your mind off of the situation but the worry just wouldn’t go away. You checked your watch, 8:42 AM. You didn’t even realise how long you’d been running for and decided it was time to head back to the tower.

As soon as you entered the tower, all you heard was shouting and yelling. You followed the argument and it’d led you to the lounge. There stood Natasha and Steve trying to break up the screaming match between Bucky and Damon. Natasha held back Damon and Steve doing so with Bucky. The table had been flipped and glass was shattered on the floor. What the fuck has happened!?

“WHAT THE FUCK!” you boomed, they all silenced and turned to you,

“He started it!” Bucky and Damon said in unison,

“Are you guys fucking serious? What are you guys? 10!?”

“Well, Damon here was talking inappropriately about you and Bucky reacted a bit too harshly.” Steve explained,

“What do you mean?”

“I punched him.” Bucky replies, he was red in the face and breathing heavily,

“Damon?”

“Can’t deny that I didn’t do it but I was just telling him how great you were to me.” Damon licks his lips and stares at you, Bucky lunges forward to grab him,

“JAMES!” you warn, “Drop. It.”

“But Y/N!”

“Drop. It.” Bucky shrugs off Steve and makes his way to the gym,

“Everyone please excuse us.” you say sternly. Everyone exits the room except for Natasha, whose face is dripping with excitement, “That means you too, Nat,”

“But Y/N!”

“Go!” she groans and slouches her way out of the lounge, “You.” You walk towards Damon, “You made my life a living hell! You never loved me, you have no right to come back here and try and ruin my perfectly amazing relationship with Bucky. You are guest at this tower and I will damn well find a way to throw you out before your week is done if you pull another stunt like this.”

Before you could walk more than three steps, his words make you stop in your tracks.

“You’re hot when your angry.”

“I am, am I?”

“Uh huh.”

“You know what else is really cool about me?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” You turn around and start walking back towards him, you look at him innocently,

“I am really, really good at,” You lift your foot up and lunge it forward to powerfully kick his crotch, “making people hurt and Damon? Don’t ever talk to me that way again.” he nods as he rolled on the ground, clutching the middle of his grey tracks.

You made your way to the gym to talk to Bucky but you found yourself staring at the man before you. Shirtless and sweating, grunting with each punch to the bag. Sweat dripped down his abs and you could’ve sworn you were drooling.

“Are you just going to stand there?” He asks, continuing to punch the bag, you hug him from behind and place a kiss on his shoulder blade.

“This is all my fault.” he stops his actions,

“It’s not, you didn’t know it would happen.” You look up at him as he turned to face you, noticing his top lip was swollen,

“Bucky! Your lip!”

“I’m fine, doll.”

“You’re not! Sit down, I’ll be right-”

“Hey.. Stop and just kiss me.”

“But your lip…”

“Eh, it’s worth the pain.” he smirks. You give in and lean down to capture his lips against yours. Suddenly someone clears their throat.

“The gym is for training, not for making out…” Damon says, “but Y/N and I never followed the rules, did we?”

“Christ, I can never catch a break with him here…” you groan,

“If you’re done with the bag, I’d like to borrow it please.”

“It’s cool, man, I’ll set another one up myself, since you’re incapable of doing it yourself.” Bucky laughs and stands up to make his way into the storage room but Damon stops him,

“If it’s that big of a deal, let me.”

“If you insist.” he covers his mouth, trying to control his smile as Damon struggles to pull and hang up the bag, “Need help?”

“No… I…” he pants and heaves, “Got. it.” Damon stops for a moment to catch his breath while Bucky goes over his punching bag and starts to train once again. Bucky had already given that bag endless amount of blows but Damon was still setting up his but Bucky? He flings the bag across the gym with his last punch. Damon’s mouth was agape and his mind was fizzled, Bucky excuses himself to clean up his mess. You let out a small chuckle at his competitiveness. Oh yeah… He was definitely going to embarrass Damon.

“Excuse me, I just gotta go get another bag.” Bucky says, circling the tired and sweaty man on the floor, and with ease, Bucky lifts the bag, walks it to the hook, and sets it up, effortlessly. “You need help there man?”

“Uh… No but I do gotta go.” Damon tries to excuse himself but Bucky knows exactly why he needed to go and he didn’t Damon to go just yet,

“It’s gym rules to put back the equipment you use,” Bucky says is a matter-of-factually tone, “well tried to use, in your case.”

“Uh… right, okay… Um.” Damon blushed knowing that Bucky was winning at a game he was unaware of playing until now,

“Or I could do it for you?”

“I think that’d be great, thanks.”

“You’re welcome, princess.” Damon walks out of the gym completely embarrassed. This was going to be a long week if he stayed and he didn’t think he could handle the embarrassment.

“You are something else, Sargent Barnes.” you say clapping your hands,

“Jealousy’s a bitch, baby and if I don’t show it who’s the boss, I might just lose the best thing I’ve ever had.” He dips you back and kisses you passionately.

A/N: THIS IS SO BAD I AM SO SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME I AM WRITING MORE STORIES THAT ARE BETTER I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

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