#oh no here comes the fucking agnst

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI

SUMMARY: It was supposed to be a perfect night to spend with Jungkook and his mom, though you are nervous Jungkook helps you to calm down but after a few hours the things take a toll on you both .

PAIRINGS: FWB TO LOVERS (rockstar Jungkook x Reader)

WORD COUNT:2.1k

WARNINGS: AGNST, SMUT, FLUFF at the end kind of not really...? also Jungkook rides a bike, has a beef with his brother. Reader slaps Jungkook once .

SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, Fingering in elevator, oral m,f , missionary, cream pie as always, fingering, so many kisses, squirting, making a sex tape for like 2 minutes?

A/N: oh god 3D jungkook has an effect on me you guys I hope you enjoy this . As always please like, comment, follow and reblog sweet pies. <3

“I don’t know Jungkook are you sure about it?” You ask nervous about the fact he had invited you to his mother's birthday party. 

“I’m sure baby, please come. I'm sure she would love to have you there, also wanna have champagne confetti there?”He said and you just know he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Fine kook I’ll get ready. Can you come and pick me up, also I’m always up for it”You answer him chuckling right away.

“Yeah, baby I’ll be there in a few get ready yeah baby, and great.” Saying goodbye, he hangs up. 

Present

You get ready soon after his call doing a slight makeup, hair styled in wavy curls and wearing a new dress you saved for a special occasion the dress ends right above your knees. 

There was a knock you heard while wearing your black heels. Opening the door, you meet with the site of Jungkook dressed in a suit his hair-sleeked blazer resting in his hands and a few buttons unbuttoned. 

“Hey pretty girl, you ready?” Jungkook whispered while extending his right hand, nodding at him you allow him to guide you to His bike. “Hop on pretty girl,”he says giving you a helmet. Make sure to not ruin your hair. 

“Hold on tight baby,” he says starting his bike, the speed of his bike fastened while you reach the venue safely “Kook I’m nervous what will she think about us,”you say nervously while jungkook walks you into the elevator“Relax she is gonna love you,”he says huffing out a chuckle “I’m just stressed,” you say entering the lift and staying by the railing. 

“Can I do something to make you relax baby?”Jungkook says pressing his body to yours “Jungkook you crazy” you answer not believing him “Come on y/n we’re going 28, you’ve got 25 floors to come” he heaved “fuck go for it, kook” you say his fingers coming up to circle your clit rubbing them in eight shapes and inserting his fingers “cum baby” he said while you whined “oh my god gonna cum” you say slightly griping his blazer not wanting to ruin it. 

“Gonna cum jungkook” you moaned yeah’s leaving your mouth soon cumming on his fingers and removing them he sucks on them “mm came so much” he teases you “Shut up let’s go”You kiss his cheeks. 

While the elevator Dings and opens to the Room directly, holding his hands he guides you to meet his Mom woah she looks amazing you say loudly in your mind “Hi, good evening Mrs. Jeon, Happy Birthday” you say a bit cheerful “Oh hello dear and Thank you so much” she says hugging you both “Son make her comfortable all right?” She stated “Yes Mom don’t worry”Jungkook exclaimed. 

Now both you and jungkook and his mother were sitting on the sofa chatting about the new song he was going to release “Hey Kook let her listen to the song you going to release”you say excitedly “ Yes here you go Mom”he smiled. 

In the middle of the song buzzing he gladly told his mother to dance with him “Oh Mom, I love you” The room was completely filled with laughs and giggles while saw them happily dancing while his mother called you too “Come here honey, join us” she says forwarding her right hand accepting it you both started dancing “oh twirl sweetie “she says while Jungkook stood there looking at both of you with a wide grin. 

“Oh, looks like someone is having a great time over here”Then there came someone whom Jungkook wished never to see. His older brother. While you squeaked a tiny “hi” to him. Jungkook stopped the music looking at his mother “Mom? You said it was going to be only us, didn’t you?” He hounded “I said it because I knew if I told you he was going to come you wouldn’t have come here” she said grabbing his arm “Leave Mom I don’t wanna stay” he said removing her hands, Jungkook eyes his brother “Oh she’s the new one kook? Good taste indeed” his brother laughs “You always bring someone new, you going to push her off too soon? Using her just for her body, right?”He says with a whiskey glass in his hand “Baby get your purse we are leaving” Jungkook warns “Did I get on your nerves, Kook, you had one girl, but it was too boring right? So two girls are cool for you?”  His brother laughed away. 

It happens really quickly Jungkook grabs the glass from which he was drinking and hits him luckily his brother misses it his mother yells “Jungkook are you crazy?” She says raising her voice, never batting an eye he grabs you by your hand while you stand still scared “y/n get it together let’s go” he growls. 

Getting back to your senses you “Jungkook are you fucking stupid? What would have happened if it would have fucking hit your brother?” You bombard him with questions only to receive a low groan “fuck”. 

Jungkook had it even with you asking him questions “Y/n can you shut the fuck up, please?” He says pinning you to the elevator railing and grabbing your cheeks making your lips pout out. “Be quiet, can you? I know what I did” Shutting you up you were scared to see Jungkook like this.

Exiting the elevator you follow Jungkook who is walking at a fast pace “Jungkook wait” you call out “Walk fast y/n we are going back to my place” he says handing you the helmet “Jungkook no, you need to tell me first what the fuck happened up there” you exclaimed, oh boy that was his last straw “fuck y/n can you not stay calm for a fucking second I know what I did and who are you to ask me this stuff you're not my girlfriend and that’s right I keep you for your body , and your acting as if you didn’t knew I have many girls , you anyways will get boring ” he exclaimed, hearing this made your blood boil you slap him across his face and leaving from there. 

Tears run from your eyes, and you call for a taxi you go home crying, you and Jungkook were fuck buddies but staying with him didn’t feel like you were just using your bodies, you went on dates, play dates with bam, showering together, hell you both have gotten so close to each other he has a fucking tattoo of your initials( “or maybe it was just an illusion, and it's just the initial letter of all his fucks”) on his Adonis belt and the aftercare made you more than just fuck buddies.

Reaching home, you unlock the door and collapse on your knees you cry loudly when you hear a continuous ring of the bell and a loud banging noise. “Open the door baby I know you in there, I’m sorry baby, and I know I messed up listen to me, will you?” Jungkook banged harder and pushed open the door finally, instantly getting on his knees hugging you.

“Baby I’m sorry I didn’t mean that at all baby” Jungkook said kissing your forehead you cried harder in his arms “That really hurt Jungkook, you saying you use me just for your pleasure hurt me like shit I know that’s the point of our deal but still” you speak in between the sobs. “I know baby I’m sorry I really didn’t mean it, you can yell at me, curse me, just don’t leave me” he says his face levelling yours while you slightly chuckle at him through tears.

You slightly peck his lips not intending on making it last longer, but Jungkook grabbed your chin and kissed you roughly the kiss soon turned into make out when he carefully takes you in his arms and kisses you.

He lays you down on your bed coming to kiss your neck leaving wet kisses and also sucking on few hickeys on his way down towards your pussy. Fuck you were already wet, his fingers soon finding your clit he groans “Fuck baby wet already?” He says rubbing them over your panties. Going face to face he removes your panties whining when he sees your slick connecting a string to your panties.

“Fuck Jungkook I’m so wet need your fingers now” you grab onto his hair already whining “yeah baby? Moan my name I like it when you say it” he smiles teasing is finger in your pink hole “mm put it in” demanding he inserts one “what a sight y/n” teasing you with his long fingers he fastens the speed hitting your g-spot making you moan loudly “kook right there” you say, “here baby?” He asks making sure just to hit the spot right after.

The feeling of his fingers inside you was overwhelming “too much” you whine when his tongue comes to press kisses on your clit “no kook sensitive” you cry “No y/n it’s never too much cum, pretty baby going to squirt?” He teases you knowing damn well Jungkook and his work with his fingers “cumming Jungkook” you say while squirting all over his fingers “that’s write made you a fucking mess” he growls.

Hovering over you his slick covered fingers make way in your mouth you suck like how suck his pretty cock removing his cloths his cock was now out of the boxers the tip swollen and red begging for attention when you slightly palm him.

Pushing him you were the one on top of him kissing him on the cheeks you make your way to his abs licking them and laying kisses all over them and pressing bunch of kisses on were your initials are tattooed “Fuck kook they look so hot every-time I see them” you moan now giving attention to his cock “take it in your mouth baby "you palm him giving kitten licks on the tip and fastening your pace “ oh shit” Jungkook groans his head moving backwards because of pleasure while your left hand comes near his to choke him  while hand hands make a ponytail for you hair  Such a head pusher “ fuck y/n, no baby going To cum inside you” he says swatting your hands in few seconds .

“Come on sit up on the bed yeah show me that pussy again yes baby?” He says while you’re slightly confused while he goes and grabs his phone asking for your consent “can I baby?” He asks while you verbally consent him “yeah go-ahead kook” his fingers coming back to your pussy he slightly rubs in between your lips while you grab in his palm telling him to touch you there, and he angles his phone perfectly “oh yeah kook” you murmur “moan baby moan” he praises you. Your pussy makes wet sloppy noises.

You grab on his hard on gently circling his tip. “Now want you inside kook” you say grabbing his phone and throwing at the end of the bed “hm lay on your back come on ready for some real champagne and confetti? “He asks giggling.  “Yeah, always ready for it” Missionary his favourite

Jungkook rubs his swollen tip sliding them in your pussy lips to wet himself enough to not hurt you. “Fuck such a tight fit” mumbling he starts delivering rough thrusts while your pretty manicured nails claw on his shoulder, his fucking sliver necklace swinging in front of your face makes him look ten times hotter than he already is.

“Fuck Jungkook, so big” you moan getting closer to your orgasm “kook cumming” you say while he backs away to look at the creamy mess between you both the white ring of your slick makes him thrust back even further roughly “fuck y/n, love fucking your pussy, love you baby “in the heat of moment you say it back not minding while you both soon chase your orgasm.

He cums right after you pulling out to make a mess with his spilling cum pushing it inside. He backs away collapsing next to you while you hug with your legs tucked on his

“Did you mean what you said Jungkook because I meant what I said” you asked hoping he would mean it too “Yes baby I’ve been in love with you like forever now but I was bit scared to admit it” he says hugging you tightly. 

“And about what happened in the door don’t think about we usually never cross paths but yeah he did get on my nerves” he explains so you would calm down about the matter “But kook it would be really dangerous if it would hit him on the head,” you said worrying “yeah baby I know I’ll talk to mother tomorrow morning let’s sleep? I know you are tired” he tucks you down and kissed your lips. 

Good night baby …. Jungkook whispers slightly humming a tune good night Jungkook hugging out a breath. Jungkook is left there thinking all night about the events.

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[mavrellover91]

Babies with Seb: Part one

Hey, guys sorry I have been MIA for wow months but life literally turned to shit and I have had to find my creativity again. I hope you enjoy my new series.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female reader

Warning: Agnst, fluff.  Smut flashback:  P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys). Dirty talk.     

Word count: 3806 (I may have gotton carried away) 

A/N: I give no permission for my work to be copied, translated and or posted anywhere else online.

Oh God, why, oh why did he have to be running in the park this morning? All I wanted was to go for a quick walk in Central Park before it got too hot in the summer sun, but I should have known that with my luck that he would be here. I just stand there as his steel blue eyes move down my body and land on my stomach. Fucking Sebastian Stan is staring at my huge pregnant stomach, thanks to the twins I am currently carrying. After staring at my belly for what seems like forever his eyes flick up to mine with so many questions in them. Fuck why does he have to look so fucking good all sweaty from his run? It has been almost four and a half months since we last saw each other after a night of hot drunk sex that changed my life.                      

 “Y/n…Umm hi”

“Hi Sebastian”

“Is it….” He stops himself from asking the question that he really wants to know as his eyes flick around our surroundings remembering that we are in a public park.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” I offer as I can see that he is uncomfortable about talking about this in the park. “Umm yeah sure, give me a minute” he tells me before running off to a group guys standing off to the side watching us. Fuck, great Don Saladino and their friends are watching us. This just adds another level to this nightmare. I’m not sure why I am so embarrassed by this whole situation I mean I did try to contact Sebastian when I found out I was pregnant but my only opinion was to DM him on Instagram, which I knew wasn’t the best way of contacting him but he didn’t leave me with no other choice. I mean was a drunk one-night stand and I knew that going in. I was lost in my head I did not even notice that Sebastian had run back to me until he was in front of me “lead the way” he tells me as he sweeps his arm in front of me. We start walking back to the closest opening of the park.

 I fight the urge to look around us, to see if anyone is watching us. As we reach the road my luck seems to change as a taxi pulls up and lets a couple out, Sebastian walks ahead and catches the driver's attention before he could pull away. Sebastian holds the door open as I slide in. After climbing in himself I give the driver my address and he takes off. We sit in uncomfortable silence as the driver weaves his way through traffic to get to my place. The driver tried to break the awkwardness by asking how far along I am and went I say four and a half months I feel Sebastian shift in his seat. The driver not understanding how awkward the two of us are being goes on about his wife’s pregnancy. I thank God went we put up to my apartment. Sebastian pulls out his wallet and pays the driver, before opening the door once he gets out, he holds out his hand to help me out. We walk into my building and the elevator. Once we are in my apartment, we just stand there looking at each other waiting for the other one to start talking. “Is it mine?” he asks.

 Wow, I want to get mad at him for asking, even though I knew the question was coming, did he really think that I was that big of a slut that I would jump from one guy to another in a short amount of time? God, I remember telling him that I do not normally do this type of thing. God, I hate one-night stands, just the thought of them leaves me feeling gross. “Yes, they are yours,” I tell him in a tight voice trying hard not to let my emotions get the best of me. “They?” he asks, “twins” I reply. I watch his face as he realises that he is not only going to have one baby with a stranger but two. As if his legs give out on him, he sits down on my couch, the same couch these babies could have been conceived on. God just thinking about it makes me wet stupid pregnancy hormones.

 Remembering how we could keep our hands off each other in the Uber back to mine from the bar, how after closing my front door he pushed me up against it attacking my lips as if he wanted to devour me. I remember how I placed my hands on his chest pushing him back until the back of his legs hit the couch, before giving him one last kiss and pushing him back so that he falls onto the couch. Then standing in between his legs I grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up over my head, letting it fall to the ground leaving me in just my panties. His hands then move to my hips pulling me onto his lap. As I straddled his thighs, I start started rubbing my hot wet core against his hard cock through the layer of our clothes, as his mouth reclaimed mine. I then reached between our bodies, pulled his shirt off and ran my hands over his abs to his pants. Undo them and slide my hand between his body and the waistband of his boxers to wrap my hand around his thick length.

  I remember him moaning into my mouth as I pulled his cock out and started pumping my hand up and down the length of his cock. As his hands roamed over my body down my stomach to my pussy. Pushing my panties to one side he moved me closer to his body. Holding his cock in my hand I moved it up and down my slit collecting my juices before guiding it to my hole. We moaned into each other’s mouths as I slid down his cock until he filled and stretched my pussy. I remembered how I bounced up and down his length as he rubbed my clit. I remember him whispering in my ear how good my pussy felt around his cock, how I was his good girl, how I was his dirty little slut and how he was going to fuck me until I milked him dry. I remember him moaning that he was close and for me to be his good girl and cream on his cock and how as if I were waiting for his permission, I came so hard as he bucked up into me and painted my walls with his cum.

 Shaking my head to get rid of the memories of us together, I walked over to the fridge and grab the ultrasound I had done last week. While at the fridge I grab myself a bottle of water “would you like something to drink” I asked Sebastian. He brought his head up a looked at me for the first time since he sat down, making me wonder if he was also reliving what happened that night. Looking at the bottle of water in my hand he replied, “water would be lovely, thank you.” Grabbing another bottle, I walked back to the couch and sat down next to him placing both the water bottle and the ultrasound photos down in front of him. Sebastian reached for the ultrasound and picked it up looking at them. “How far along are you,” he asked quietly not taking his eyes off the pictures of our children. Swallowing the lump of emotions swelling up inside my chest as a watched staring at the photos “18 weeks and 4 days”. He then looks into my eyes and then down at my bump with longing in his eyes. I grab his hand and place it on my stomach where one of the babies was kicking. His eyes widened and then start to water as he feels the little feet press against my skin. “Wow, that’s amazing.”

 We stay like this for a good 10 minutes laughing and smiling at each other as I move his hand around my stomach as the babies kick. “I must ask...” he says shyly as if he doesn’t want to ruin the moment and risk me being mad “why didn’t you try and contact me?” Moving away from him trying hard not to get mad “I did, I DMed you through Instagram as you didn’t leave a number or anything” I reply. I watch his face as he works through all his emotions. “I do not go on Instagram often and I do not read any of the DMs. Fuck Y/n I am sorry I left the way I did. I should have given you my number I mean we had unprotected sex three times that night” “four” “what?” “We had unprotected sex four times. Once on the couch, twice in my bed and then in the shower,” I tell him. He stares at me and smiles as he remembers that night “your right four times” he starts to laugh. “God that was the best night of my life, I lost count of how many times I came inside you.” “The best night of your life?” I ask in a small shy voice “Yes, baby! The best night of my life and could not stop thinking about you. Hoping we would run into each other again. I even went back to the bar the following weekend hoping that you would be there. God, I wish I had gotten your number. I could have been there from the start instead of missing four months of your pregnancy” I just stare at him not sure what to say or do.

  Tears start rolling down my cheeks “oh baby, please don’t cry” he tells me as he wraps me in his arms bring a hand up to my face wiping the tears off my cheeks “if you will let me, I want to be part of your and our children’s lives. I want to hold your hand at your appointments, I want to help build and decorate the nursery. I want to watch our children come into this world. I want to hold you as you sleep, and most importantly I want to protect all three of you from the horrors of the world.” After he stops talking all I can do is stare at him not sure what to say. I want to jump into his lap, let him hold me and let him be there for me and our children but I am scared to let him in only for him to realise that we are more than he bargained for and then leave me to be a single parent. “Can we take it slow? I mean not too slow?” I say as a wave my hand around my stomach. “I need time and I need you to show me that will stick around and that you not just saying these things in the heat of the moment. You just found out that you are not only going to be a father but a father of twins. You need time to wrap your head around that” I can see in his eyes that he wants to argue but I stop him by saying “I have my 20-week scan in two weeks. Take these two weeks to think about what you want and if that is us come to my appointment and we can figure it out from there.”

  I slide my phone out of my pocket, unlock it, and place it in his hand “put your number in here and I will text you with the details of the appointment” I watch as he puts his number in my phone and then texts himself. “I know you think you want us now but please do take this time to think about what it is that you want. Having children is life-changing, I took time to think about if being a parent is what I wanted, and you also need time as well.” I get up and walk to the door, he also gets up and follows me “I will take the time you think I need and think about everything but know this I will be at that scan, and I will be by your side” he says as he pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. As I close the door behind him, I really do hope he means what he said. I text him the appointment details and hope he will show up. He replies see you on the 10th beautiful. Sighing I cannot help but wonder if I just fucked up my only chance of having a family for my children. “I really hope daddy is going to show up,” I tell my children as I rub my hands over my bump.

 Two weeks later I am sitting in the waiting room at my doctor's clinic watching the door hoping Sebastian walks through those doors and is ready to be a father. We texted on and off the last couple of weeks with him checking up on me and the twins. We talked about work and how I was handling working as a PreK teacher. We talked about our families, and how I was handling being so far away from them. It seemed like he did care about me and did want to be part of my life. As the minute until my appointment ticked by, I became increasingly worried that he was not going to show up and that I would once again be doing this all by myself. As the nurse called my name and get up and walk over to her, the front doors burst open and Sebastian runs up to me “I am so sorry I am late, my meeting ran late and then I was stuck in traffic. Please tell me I did not miss it?”

  I stare at him with a big smile on my face pulling him into my arms, telling him “No Seb you are right on time.” The nurse looks a little shocked at who is standing in front of her rubbing his hands over my belly and arms. Pulling herself together she directs us to an exam room where she weights me, takes my blood, asks for a urine sample, and tells us to wait for the doctor. After peeing in the cup and leaving it on the little shelf in the bathroom. I sit down next to Sebastian and just look at him. He is here, he is here sitting next to me as we wait to see our babies. Tears start rolling down my face “Oh y/n baby please do not cry. I cannot stand to see you cry” he tells me as he wraps me up in his arms “their happy tears Seb, I am so happy that you are here. I thought that you decided that you did not want us when you were not here before the appointment” I cry into his shirt leaving tear strains on the front of it.

 “Oh, baby there is nowhere else I would rather be than here with you. I am sorry I could not be here earlier like I wanted to be, but this morning was a shit show meeting with my management team and a director for this new project that we have been trying off the ground” he starts rambling on nervously. “It’s ok you are here now and that is all that matters,” I tell him as I lean into him placing my hand on his cheek. Turning his face and pressing his lips into my palm “wild horses couldn’t keep me away.” He places one of his hands on my neck and the other behind my head bringing his lips to mine as he kisses me lightly as if the check my reaction just as I open my lips to deepen the kiss the door opens as the doctor walks in “oh so sorry I did knock and through I heard you say yes” she says looking a little bit flustered. She did hear me say yes but not to her but to Sebastian’s lips being on mine.

 Pushing aside any embarrassment we were feeling Doctor St James introduced herself to Sebastian “Hi I am Doctor St James, and you must be the dad. Nice to meet you” looking proud Sebastian replies “Yes, I am dad, Sebastian Stan. Nice to meet you too” Doctor St James looked at me probably remembering how I told her that the father was not in the picture but being the professional that she is, she pushed that to the side and starts asking all the normal questions. “So, Y/n how have you been feeling? Do you still have any morning sickness? No pain or discomfort? No more bleeding?” At the bleeding comment, Sebastian looks at me worried. “No more bleeding since that time when I first found out I was having twins at 8 weeks,” I tell them reassuring Sebastian that everything is fine “I am still a little nauseous in the mornings but no vomiting for the last two weeks. Here is hoping it stays that way, I really hate vomiting. A little bit of discomfort in my hips and ribs but I am guessing that is because the babies are growing putting pressure on them.” As I answer all her questions I grab Sebastian’s hand and give it a little squeeze reassuring him that we are ok.

  “That is great to hear about the bleeding. If it does happen again, please do not hesitate to call me. I am sorry to say that with twins the vomiting and nausea does stay around a bit longer than a singleton pregnancy due to extra hormones but hopefully you are on the other side of the morning sickness. As for the discomfort in your hips and ribs, you are right about the babies putting pressure on them. The discomfort in your hips could also be from your pelvis starting to move getting ready for you to give birth.” She asks me some more questions and then asks if we had any questions. To which I look at Sebastian and then ask “I have a question about sex” Sebastian quickly turns and looks at me slightly embarrassed.

 Doctor St James smiles at me “what’s your question Y/n?” “Those are silly questions but is it safe to be having sex? Can sex hurt the babies? When having sex should we be using protection?” Doctor St James smiles at us “let me start off with there are no silly questions Y/n. Ok, it is safe for you to have sex as long as you are comfortable and have no pain however when you get into the later stages of your pregnancy there will come a time when I advise you to stop having sex to avoid going into preterm labour but as you get to that point I will let you know. Sex will not hurt the babies as the penis can not get passed the cervix. As protection, I recommend that my mother’s use it if they are having sex with more than one person or there is a chance of STIs. I hope that answers any of your questions. Please remember if have any more later do not hesitate to contact us. Ok, are we ready to see our babies? Are we finding out the sex of the babies today?” “Yes,” Sebastian and I answer at the same time.

 We look at each other and smile. Hopping up onto the exam table and lifting my top over my belly, the doctor quickly takes measurements and pushes on my stomach. “Ok let us get to the fun stuff and have a look at these babies of yours,” Doctor St James tells us as she moves the ultrasound machine closer to the table “all right Y/n you know the drill this might be cold,” she tells me as she pours the gel onto my stomach “yup that’s cold” I laugh. Hold out my hand for Sebastian who brings his chair closer to the table and takes my hand. “Ok, here’s baby A” Doctor St James tells us as she pushed buttons on the machine and the most magical sound in the world fills the room, the sound of one of our babies’ heartbeat. She moves the wand around taking measurements and pictures as we watch the screen. I turn my head and look at Sebastian who cannot take his eyes off the screen, watching the baby on the screen with tears pouring down his cheeks. After a couple of minutes, Doctor St James moves the wand around to find the second baby. “There you are” she exclaims when she finds baby B “baby B wanted to play hide and seek today” she laughed at her joke. Once again, the heartbeat fills the room making Sebastian and I give each other watery smiles.

 After she finished taking all the measurements and photos, she needs she then turns to us “are you guys ready to find out what you are having?”  “Yes” I exclaim “Ok baby A is a boy and baby B is a girl, congratulations you're going to have one of each” the doctor leaves us to have a moment to ourselves tell us that she will have pictures printed off for us when we are ready. As I wipe the gel off my belly and pull down my top, I have tears running down my face. Once my top is in place Sebastian helps me to sit up and pulls me into his arms and kisses me “God Y/n that was unbelievable hearing our babies’ heartbeats was magical. I can not thank you enough for this beautiful gift and I cannot wait to meet them. God a little girl who is going to look just like her mama” “and a little boy who is as handsome as his daddy” I finish for him. “Let’s get out of here and back to your place so we can talk and celebrate,” Sebastian tells me as he holds out his hand and opens the door.

 “Let’s go home,” I tell him I take his hand and let him lead me out to the front deck where we get our ultrasound photos and head out to his car. As I used Uber to get to the appointment I hop in the front seat of his car and we head back to my place, hopefully, soon we will have a place together to call home.

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[electrozeistyking]

Anon here, Basically Firebitten devolves into what if Uzi had her absolute solver transformation occur in the pilot (specifically the classroom-ish section) and before she meets N and V. (Remember EP4? Shit gets bad here.) She kills like 5 people, gets near beaten to death, and burned a-fucking-live. (Hey, look the fire in the title is coming into use) Uzi then gets exiled and as the description says, "Isolation doesn’t really help with her problems..." That is all I will say because this AU is genuinely a nice read if you like agnst. (I'm sure you'd like that considering the stuff you make *JOKE) You can find it on archive of our own. Again, read it, it will be worth your time.

*holding you by the legs whilst laying like a pathetic wet sock on the ground, joyfully crying* Oh my god, you answered my call...

HAHA, yeah. Angst is my forte, and I love reading it as well! Interesting concept! Thanks for the infodump, Anon! Sorry I basically screamed into the void to get you do that, but not sorry over the fact that means I got to read about such a neat AU!!!

#Zeisty's Askbox

[marionfantasy]

yall it looks like to me ep 15 of yashahime aims to make everyone cry like a bitch

the feels are coming

question is are you ready?

#yashahime #hanyo no yasahime #kagome #inuyasha #kagome higurashi #towa and setsuna #moroha #sesshomaru #rin #oh no here comes the fucking agnst

[mayo3600]

ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴜs シ ~ ғᴇᴍ!ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ

~ attack ~

tw! slight self doubt! and a little something not really though! not between the girls! 😋

the angst turns into me just crack writing at two am-

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prologue

chapters: one two three four five six seven

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no role modelz ~ j. cole

fool me one time shame on you

fool me twice, can't put the blame on you

fool me three times, fuck the peace signs

load the chopper, let it rain on you

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marinette looked over to delilah once she stopped the car, "here we are!"

delilah looked over to her, leaning over the car's console.

marinette got the idea and lead in too, smiling into the kiss.

"i'll see you monday?" delilah asked, tilting her head to the said, which made her look adorable.

"of course, sunshine! why wouldn't i want to see your face?" marinette giggled, looking to her girlfriend.

girlfriend.

that was something marinette thought she would never say.

she always was told that no one would love her when she was in college.

and it hurt.

a lot.

she thought for a long time, they were right. maybe she didn't deserve love. maybe she wasn't worth it.

maybe... in the end...

people wouldn't care.

sure she was ladybug, but she thought ladybug was better than marinette.

who would want to be her.

a "bully".

a "bad friend".

and... a homosexual. which was the only one that was true, might she add.

the people in her class, other than rose, juleka, and nathaniel, didn't support her.

which was dumb becasue rose and juleka were dating and everyone supported them.

but meh, marinette was happier now.

"okay, i'll see you monday then." delilah smiled, turning away.

"of course." marinette whispered, looking to the taller girl slowly receding figure.

"great choice, pup," mullo squealed, "i need to tell tikki! she would be so proud!"

marinette smiled at the small mouse kwami, "yeah, i hope."

she started driving home thinking about delilah the whole ride.

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harley smiled when she heard the door opens, she knew who it was, marinette, "you're later than i thought you would be." she teased.

marinette smiled when she saw harley, "yeah yeah! sorry! but, i have news!" she cheered.

"news?! what news is it!?" harley jumped, bud and lou following her, silly smiled on there face.

"they're dating!" mullo yelled before marinette could say anything, laughing as they spun around the four.

"dating?! that's great! i remember when me and pam started dating, good times." harley sighed, remembering the old days that she worked so hard to get out of.

"yeah." marinette blushed, she was still remembering what happened in the last 4 hours.

"i'm going to sleep, thanks for everything." she said, going up to her bed room.

"of course, pumpkin." harley smiled.

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the rest of the weekend wasn't eventful for marinette, and the beginning of the school day wasn't either, not being able to see delilah.

"my brothers already want to see you again." delilah sighed when she sat down for lunch.

marinette and delilah couldn't talk much at pe due to it being kickball and they were on different teams to make it "even".

she smiled at the thought of delilah's brothers. they were so nice to her.

"when i told them we were dating, i swear to you, todd did a victory dance. probably did a bet." she mumbled, mostly to herself.

"hey-" marinette was cut off by an explosion.

delilah was surprised, this was the first attack in a while, totally not becasue the author sucks at writing agnst-

"well. well. well." a ugly purple clad man said, laughing hysterically, "a little wayne? and a new one, blue eyes, black hair? another wayne maybe? new play toys!" the joker cheered.

"stay close." delilah whispered, pulling marinette close.

the students around were running towards the doors while the joker was distracted by the "new wayne".

"brucie didn't tell me he got a new one, i thought he trusted me! well, not important! i can have two little girlies to play with today! get them!" he laughed.

all of sudden marinette blacked out, felling something hit her neck from behind.

'i couldn't sense them!' she screamed mentally.

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"-ette. marinette. come one, wake up please." she hear someone whisper as she slowly opened her eyes.

"oh thank god your awake." delilah breathed out a sigh of relief.

"where are we?" marinette asked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the environment.

a... ball pit? on a platform?

"from what i can tell, there's a-" delilah started.

"-a ball pit below us." marinette finished.

"yeah." she looked over to delilah who was already looking at her.

"we have to get out of here." they said at the same time.

marinette giggled, looking around, "have any ideas?"

"well-" she was cut off again by a crinkle through the sound system, "why is it always me who gets cut off!"

"my two dolls have woken up! my my! let's begin the party! ha ha! you said they were balls hmm, well dearies, take a closer look! hehehehe!" the joker laughed.

oh. not balls. colored grenades?

well. that's fun.

slowly, the platform they were on started to move downwards.

"okay, we need to think of a way to get off without falling." marinette started looking around, "ah! look! down there! it's an edge! we can jump off on there."

"are you sure? it looks kinda far." delilah asked, not really for her own safety but for marinette's.

she was honestly surprised about how calm marinette was. but that just made her fall deeper for her.

"i should be okay. i did parkour in paris." it wasn't technically a lie, "what about you."

"i should be fine. father makes us work out." she shrugged.

as they got closer to the ledge, marinette smiled, "three, two, one!" delilah jumped

marientte felt her heart stop.

it looked like she was flying. she looked like a bird. like she was born to fly.

"come on! i'll catch you!" delilah whisper shouted once she landed.

"okay." marinette smiled and jumped.

once delilah caught her, she looked down to ask, "what-" delilah was cut off, "oh for the love of fuc-"

"hand them in, joker." the bat himself said, red robin behind him.

"no! you have to- wait we're are they." he asked himself. "i had them on the platform. i was looking at them."

"they're fine." batman said, turning away.

"no- wait! this was my best plan! brucie was supposed to give me 5 million bucks for them!"

"okay. i don't see them. so it looks like you get no money. sorry. you know the plan red robin." batman walked away.

"yep!" he grinned. pulling the cuffs out.

"well, kinky bird, if you wanted to have se-" the joker was knocked out before he could finish the sentences.

"no thank you." red robin said gagging out of disgust.

marinette and delilah just stood there like •-•, confused about what was going on.

"well. that's something you don't see everyday." they heard a voice behind them, it was red hood.

"replacement is luck, he got to beat the clown, i was the one to save you." he winked at marinette, not that she could see, but the girl just laughed.

"thank you for saving us." marinette smiled, bowing a bit.

"no problem, missy, just call and i'll come." red hood said, "now let's get you to ladies down, shall we?"

"please." delilah said, a little mad, marinette couldn't understand why.

"delilah! marinette! you two are okay!" dick said, smiling widely, hugging the two girls, he was in his gpd outfit.

"of course they're okay! it's marinette and delilah!" harley laughed, hugging marinette.

"marigold! oh my goodness! you scared us!" pamela  isley, better known as poison ivy, cried, hugging the short girl.

"delilah. marinette." a deep voice said. "it's good to see neither of you are hurt."

bruce out of costume, looking like it was never on at all, smiled at the girls.

"it's good to see you to mr. bruce." marinette jumped, a little scared to see the father of her girlfriend.

bruce patted both their backs, "good job girls, that was incredibly brave of you to do. the school is canceled tomorrow due to damage. and we were wondering if marinette would like to come over? i'm sure the boys and alfred would love to see you again."

"she would love to!" harley laughed, looking at marinette.

marinette and delilah looked at each other with smiles.

as the others walked away, marinette and delilah stayed behind.

once they were out of sight, marinette through herself onto delilah, shoving her face into her chest, "you scared me." she whispered.

"hey, look we're okay now, right?" she asked looking down to the girl.

"yeah, we're okay." she looked up and gave delilah a quick peck, "i should go pack!" marinette all of a sudden let go of delilah and sprinted to the others, delilah right behind her.

"let's go!" she cheered, jumping.

the others just laughed at her antics.

the wayne's could get use to her around.

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chapter seven: end

next: eight

i got nothing to say- i wrote this at 2 running on caparisons and tea.

#damian #marinette dupain cheng #pansexual #lesbian #daminette

[stardancerluv]

Punishments

Part One

Summary: Some agnst as been building in Reader. Tonight it explodes.

Note: The last bit I posted with Punishments was the inspiration for this. It turned into something different. In this I want to show how reader can be strong and still in touch with her emotions while being with Roman! Very angsty at parts.

Eyeing your reflection, turning you let your dress twirl. It made you smile. You wanted to look good. Tonight, you were not going to just be his good girl. You were so tired of just sitting there waiting and hoping Roman would come over. Lately, you had jot even been able to sit with him when he had a meeting. They were scattered around the club.

He had barely sat with you this week and even less last week. You had grown tired of this new wave of negotiations and deals he was making. You understood why he needed them. You also knew how great they were for his slice of Gotham.

Sitting alone at his table made you just feel like an accessory. You’d sit there and grow tired hoping, he’d come over for a brief word or look. Otherwise, no one ever approached you except the waiters to take the occasional order. You had not agreed to be his girl to be just bought off with presents and rolling around in bed.

When the two you were alone, sure he would share his victories. You were very proud of him. You knew, he was of your victories too.

So tonight, you had decided to make plans tonight with your friends. A few brought their boyfriends. You could only hope, Roman would come over and join you all. That you knew was hoping for too much.

You smoothed your stockings a final time before slipped into your heels. As a final touch, you spritzed on some perfume got you when he went to Europe to seal some overseas deals.

Once in the club for a moment, you faltered. Your friends had literally sat at the table next to his usual one, thankfully he wasn’t at it. After some hugs and squeals of delight you sat down with them.

You kept an eye out for Roman and Zsasz but didn’t spot either of them. Soon, the waitress came taking everyone’s orders. She also slipped you a note. Smiling you took it.

You opened it and some of your friends giggled.

Am I not having my lovely girl at my side tonight? Was all it said in Roman’s usual script. Looking around you didn’t spot him anywhere.

“Uh oh, someone got a love-note from Mr. Crime Lord.” You shot that one friend a look but everyone, lost themselves in giggles. You could only sigh.

“He was just wishing us a good night.” Folding, the note tucked it away in your purse.

“Will the famous Sionis, be joining us tonight?”

You shrugged and smiled. “Maybe?” You were relieved your words didn’t come out as a squeak. “He’s been very busy.”

“Right. Says the next star on the Rogue Wives of Gotham.” More giggles bubbled around you.

“Look, guys if I wanted to be the butt of jokes I would have hung out with the staff.” You sighed.

One spoke up. “The staff? You have staff now.”

More laughter, came from a few of them.

“Hey guys, come on. Let’s cut her some slack.” Your friend wrapped James wrapped an arm around you and gave you a squeeze. “They’re only jealous.” He whispered in your ear.

You nodded and smiled. “Thank you.”

“Didn’t we come here to have fun. Like dancing and drinking? I only see bad, corny jokes that could have come from a high schooler. So who’s dancing?” He suggested.

When they were distracted them, you snuck away. This was going to be tougher then you thought.

Honestly, at this point you barely into what was supposed to be your night and you couldn’t decide if this night out was worth it. You should have just faked a headache or something. But looking around, you couldn’t spot Roman anywhere.

Searching out the private ladies-room with a sigh, you went to freshen up. You were relieved no one was there. Only a few female guests that came to the club knew of this exclusive bathroom. With a fluff of your hair after a few moments, you walked out.

Moments later, you found yourself being snatched away. They were so fast, you couldn’t scream. But you felt the familiar feel of a gloved hand sliding over your mouth.

A dark snicker, filled your ear as he carried you to a shadowy hallway. Stopped when he reached the large mirror at the end of it. Despite the annoyance that prickled at you, seeing how the two of you looked, was incredibly erotic.

“Look at us baby.” His breath was warm on your throat.

He had managed to envelop you with himself; from the feel of his solid warmth and the scent of his aftershave caused a knot of desire grow in the pit of your stomach.

You watched in the mirror as his lips curling into a smirk, his eyes glinting behind you. It was almost too much. The longer he held you, the harder your heart began to beat and the more you wanted him. “My pretty girl.” He added close to our ear, then pressed a kiss on your jaw. You shivered in delight but then you were reminded of how upset you were and you managed to wiggle free.

You turned to face him. “What the hell was that all about?”

He threw his head back and laughed.

“Roman.” You tapped your foot.

As he tilted his head back the mirth dimmed till it disappeared from his eyes. “I could say the same thing about you.”

“What do you mean?” You crossed your arms in front of you.

“I wanted my girl would be at my side but she isn’t.”

“You have barely sat with me all week. I decided to have a night with my friends.”

“That’s great, I’m happy you have but you should have told me.” He pressed his lips together. “I would have canceled my meetings and perhaps let them see how charming,” He shrugged, continuing. “of a boyfriend I can be.”

“Make it happen.” You challenged, you ran your hands up his soft suit-jacket. You saw him waver where he stood. The longer it took him to answer you, the longer it hurt. “Don’t you want to make your baby happy?” You lightly pouted.

“I can’t just drop things. You know damn well, I have been meeting with some very bigger players this week. And I am tonight.”

“Great! Expand your territory or go meet them at the docks. See if I care.” Shit you almost immediately thought, you had not meant that, you immediately stepped back and looked down. “I I...I...” You tried to find the right words, you really did care. But you were very hurt and angry. You didn’t know how to tell him.

He slammed a hand on the mirror beside you, making you jump. “What did you fucking just say to me?”

“Roman, do you know how many times I felt like you could care less about me? Tonight, I wanted to feel needed, I wanted to be with some friends and be silly.” You pleaded, your emotions speaking. Your eyes met his, you shrank against the cool of the mirror as you saw blue flames.

“Fine go to those fucking friends who enjoy the perks of being with you or the ones I allow them to have.” He growled, leaning in you could feel his breath once again. His anger came off him in waves.

You had never been this mouthy. You felt sick with worry. “Romy,” You tried to soften things. Had you finally pushed Roman too far, you almost began to cry right there.

“Maybe you should take those ungrateful jerks to another club. I don’t know if I want them taking a table up in my establishment.”

You looked away, then pleading with your eyes, you met his fiery ones. Did he want you to leave too, you wondered. Your stomach was churning and before you knew what you were saying, everything you had been bottling up just came out. “I’ve grown tired of all the kisses on the cheek or the hand shakes while I sit there and you ignore me.” You cried.

“I am not ignoring you. It takes everything in me to not focus on you.” He rasped. “I only want my lips on you, damn it.”

“Certainly doesn’t feel like that to me.” Taking a breath, not sure if it would make you sick, but you spat the rest out. “Learn to not have me there tonight.” You finally said it so he wouldn’t have to. And you walked away.

“I will.” He barked. “Get out of my sight.”

You walked away but blinking you looked back, had he really just said that. Tears filled your eyes. You hurt so bad, you wanted to run to him, tell him how hurt you were; to say you were sorry. How you desperately wanted him to wrap you in his arms but he was gone.

You went up to the bar, you held up two fingers. “Two shots, Charlie. Please.” You ordered.

“Of what?”

“Roman’s favorite.” You desperately wanted to feel close to him.

He smiled. “Coming up.” Soon, he slid them in front of you.

You almost coughed up the first shot but you swallowed it down. You would never understand how he drank it. The second shot, was smoother and cut some of the ill feelings that churned in your stomach.

After, some looks from your friends which you ignored; you sat with them. Sipping at your drink that had been waiting for you, you tried to loose yourself into the conversations. You wrung your hands under the table. You debated, whether you should suggest leaving. But how could you do that.

“Is there any room for this club owner?” He chuckled. “Or should we grab a table in the VIP lounge?”

You looked up startled, there was Roman smiling that easy smile that always made you melt. At that moment, you felt like you could crumble right there. Some of your friends chuckled.

“Of course there’s room. Let, Y/N sit next to her man.” One said, you slid in so he could come to sit beside you.

A hush, came over the table as he sat down beside you, he placed his martini close to your empty glass. He gestured to the air and a waitress appeared.

His fingers, gently grazed your glass. He rose his eyebrows as he looked at you. “Want another?”

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

He smiled broadly as he looked at your friends. “You heard her. And bring us a bottle of champagne along with some glasses.”

Some of your friends tried to politely discourage him but you already knew that it would be at the table shortly.

“Don’t be silly. We all deserve something special.” He smiled broadly.

Conversations picked up once, it even flowed. You rested your hand on your thigh, so it would not shake. You kept on trying to catch Roman’s eye yet you noticed that he avoided it. Right as you thought, you could cry all over again you felt as Roman’s gloved hand slide over yours. He squeezed your hand, it made you relax.

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The rest of the night had gone well. Everyone seemed happy. As you all soon stood and chatted before saying night, Roman had wrapped an arm around your middle. He held up his martini glass. “It has been great spending tonight with all of you.” He smiled broadly at your friends and finished his good bye to your friends before he nuzzled you.

“Meet me at the elevator.” Roman hissed in your ear, before pressing a kiss on your cheek. You shivered but nodded.

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[rebeccka]

Tsukishima Kei x f!Reader - agnst

You and your boyfriend, Kei, has moved into a new house that u too bought last week after lots of things to prepare. Since you have too much stuffs carry on, luckily your bf was not that heartless and helped you most of the preparation.

The thought of live with your bf makes you excited so you kind of clingy to Kei more and more which makes he: on the inside secretly like it but theres sometimes when your bf find it fvckin annoying too.

That was how the fought started

You and Kei have a rough day, not just your bf but even the cheerfull y/n here also tired to the point that you just want to throw up. But as the gf in the house, you still be considerate about dinner therefore as soon as you went home. Y/n made a whole table fill with delicious food so that you too can somehow relax abit.

So, we all know that Kei is a little piece of shiet when he feels bullshit himself. That makes the under temper y/n sometimes cant control her rage too. This time worst

Tsukishima Kei went home, didnt even take a stare at his gf's food and start to talk bad about it. Y/n, was exhausted with his nonsense didnt want to fight with him after a long day so you just ask:

" Okay so what do you fucking want? I'm tired too and still made your ducking dinner, show abit of respect or get out of my kitchen! "

" Oh thats how we deal with it? If you want me to get out you should have never asked me to move in on the first place! Just see your annoying face makes me wanna throw up, dont even talk about your terrible food"

You to fight for 2hours straight until you couldnt scream anymore, exhausted.

".. Give me a little break, Kei. I just camt understand what you want from me anymore" you said that and went to your bed room, slam the door hard before Kei could react to everything.

".. Fine, break as you said "

That night, you cried until pass out in your bedroom while he lay on the sofa, thinking about how wrong he was to lost his temper infront of you...

Next morning arrive and when you come out of your bedroom, Kei has stood there for god knows how long with a sorry face, a rare emotion that you have ever seen from him.

"Hey, listen... I'm sorry for being a asshole last night, I was tired and cant control myself. The food you make was great. I-I told you all of that because you brought Hinata bento's another morning.. "

You were wordless, all of that mess he made just because he's jealous??

Thats how you remember Tsukishima Kei, your bf was a piece of shiet ¯\\_(ツ)_/¯

However, you just couldn't love him less

" You better treat me some icecream after that. Also, apologize accepted! "

" Y/n you piggy "

#tsukishima angst #jealousy

[msmarvelwrites]

The Winter Ghost - Part 10

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, ptsd, agnst

W/c: 3.7 k (whoops)

A/n: Thank you for all the love ive been receiving on the previous chapters! I’m really glad you guys are enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it for you! Hope you all are having a wonderful week! 

“Cummon’ is that all you got?” Sam teased, pinning your hands above your head. 

You’d been at this now for hours. Wanda and Shuri had come to watch as Sam kicked your ass over and over. You were absolutely exhausted and had yet to win a match against the aluminum bird-man.

What was wrong with you? You definitely weren't a ‘great’ fighter, but you were usually able to hold your own. Each time you would take on Nat or Bucky it seemed to come naturally. Like your body knew the moves before your brain did. 

You lunged at him, sending a swift kick to his side. He saw it coming, of course, and dodged it with ease. 

“Take him down Y/n.” Wanda shouted from the side lines. Her voice distracted you and the next thing felt was the cold gym mat as Sam slammed you down, knocking the air right out of your lungs. Sorry. Wanda gasped watching you groan in discomfort.

“Can we take a five?” You weazed out, leaning back on your elbows and trying to catch your breath. 

“Fine, five minutes but then we’re going again.” Sam helped you up again and you stumbled off the mat to join Wanda, Shuri and Natasha. 

“What’s going on with you?” Nat half joked, passing you a water bottle. You shook your head, absolutely exasperated from asking yourself the same question. 

“I don't know. I just can't think straight.” You mumbled over gulps of water. Of course, deep down you knew what had you so distracted, but you also knew that acknowledging the blue eyed soldier would give him more power over your mind than he already had.

Wanda looked at you sympathetically. She knew what had you so bothered. She also knew that having your ass handed to you was the last thing you needed right now. 

“Oh, Y/n you dropped something,” Wanda started, giving you a mischievous wink. She bent down and lifted up a towel, placing it in your hands, but not without slowly tracing her palm over yours. Instantly you felt the heat from her fingers sizzling into your skin. You had gotten used to the feeling by now but the sensation still startled you some. 

“Now it's a fair fight, no?” She smirked. You looked over your shoulder to make sure Sam hadn't seen your little interaction and of course, he hadn't. 

“You’ ready for round… What was it? Seventeen?” Sam shouted from across the gym, causing you to grit your teeth. He was in for it.

“Ready.” You spoke, mostly to Wanda who only smiled in return. 

You hopped back up onto the sparring ring mat you and Sam began circling each other again. The electric power Wanda had lent you surged through your body, giving you a little more confidence. 

Sam lurched at you sending a right hook which you blocked, however you didn't see his left jab that met your gut with a hard thud. You gasped, stumbing backwards a few pases.  

“This is the woman who put Bucky Barnes on his back? I don’t believe it. I think the boy went easy on you.” He chuckled, springing to his feet and lending you a hand up. 

“Fuck off, Sam.” You spit, stretching your neck from side to side in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“Oh, she’s got a mouth though? Cummon’ Y/n, do somethin’ bout it!” He shouted, circling you, waiting for your next strike. 

“Shut up!” You demanded, feeling a familiar sensation begin to warm around your now clenched fists.

“Oh, I don't think I will. Cummon’ baby, do your worst.” He shrugged, sending you into a state of rage you'd never seen before. You didn't know if it was the pent up frustration of the week, or the snarky comments from Sam, but something just snapped. Suddenly your vision was blinded by a white hot sting and it wasn’t Sam standing in front of you. It was the monster who took everyone you ever loved away in one fell swoop. The monster who created you.

“With pleasure, ” You seethed through gritted teeth. With the flick of your wrists, you were in the air, floating above the mat as the red current wrapped itself around you, broiling with power. With a scream that you didn't recognize as your own you cast the electricity protruding out of your body in two powerful tendrils, hurling Sam off the ground and into the wall behind him. He crashed with such force the cement crumbled beneath his frame. 

“Hey, hey Y/n. Calm down, I was only playin’,” Sam lifted his hands in surrender but it was no use, his words came out as a dull ringing in your ears. 

“Я собираюсь разорвать тебя на куски.” I’m going to rip you apart, you screamed, sending your power up and hurtling towards him. Sam ducked quickly as the red sphere exploded above his head. You shrieked in frustration, dropping back onto the mat and sprinting towards him, but before you could strike him with your next blow, two strong arms wrapped themselves around you, hurling you back onto the ground. You gasped as you hit the mat, instantly trying to get back up and finish the fight, but you couldn't move. 

“Let me go!” You shouted, flailing your body in a desperate attempt to free yourself, but it was no use. 

“Not until you calm down. Take a breath.” The husky voice echoed in your ears but you couldn't focus on who it came from. You writhed under his figure but he was too strong. After a few moments lying there, your vision began to clear and you could see who held you down. 

“You.” You gasped, a lump in your throat beginning to form as you blinked away tears you didn't know were there until now. 

“Hey, doll. I’m here, It’s Bucky. You're okay now.” He spoke, his hot breath fanning your face. You instantly recoiled at the sensation, feeling nauseous and furious and terrified all at once. You knew his face, it has haunted you for years. How could you possibly forget such a cruel and vile face. 

“I know who you are, Winter Soldier.” You spat the name at him, causing his face to fall and his brows to pinch together. 

“You… You killed him.” You tried to control your voice but it seethed in rage. Bucky was so caught off guard by your words he let his grip on your arms falter, and in the second, you were free. In the last bit of strength you had, you sent the man rocketing back. He crumpled onto the floor, trying to regain his balance but you were already on him. You straddled his hips and with your hands already scorching with crimson flames, you planted them on either side of his head. He wailed in agony as his body fell limp, eyes rolling back into his head. 

“Stop!” Wanda screamed. Her small arms wrapped around you, yanking you off of Bucky and onto the ground beside him. Your body ignited into flames as she held you tight, and suddenly, you weren't in the gym anymore. 

Your chest burned as you sprinted across the bridge, not caring that you had dropped your motorcycle in the middle of the road. 

“STOP! Please don’t do this. Don’t hurt him! Please, PLEASE! NO!” You screamed, desperate to reach him before- 

The first gunshot rocketed through the air and into Tommy’s chest, sending him stumbling backwards. He was dangerously close to the edge of the bridge now. 

“NO! Please, stop! Please don’t! STOP!!” Your voice cracked as the recognizable taste of blood pooled in your throat. 

“I have my mission.” The soldier spoke coolly. 

You were almost there. You could almost see the terror in Tommy's eyes when two more gunshots fired into his gut. He gasped, stepping back and teetering over the edge. 

“Please, please, no. God, NO!” You wailed, watching Tommy bring his hands up to hold his chest and as his blood blossomed across his white t-shirt, soaking him in its deep rusty colour. 

“I love you.” You heard him say, as his eyes closed and his body disappeared below the bridge.

“NO!” You shrieked, your body giving in as you dropped to the ground.

You knelt on the ground, not caring that your knees were beginning to blister as the boiling pathment scolded you. You choked on sobs as the memory of the last gunshot rang through your mind. No, this isn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Your mind screamed, but you knew all too well this was reality. Tommy was dead, and it was all your fault. 

Your eyes exploded open as tears streamed down your face. You looked around the room, panic washing over your body. 

“Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?” Natasha yelled, relief washed over her face as you came to. 

“I remember... I remember everything.” You whimpered, before everything went black. 

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Your eyes fluttered open, looking around the familiar lab. You knew where you were, but the throbbing headache caused you to feel disoriented as you tried to focus on your surroundings. The robotic beeping from the monitor you were hooked up to began to pick up pace as the memories from the last few weeks rushed back.

You groaned in pain, using all the strength you had to look up at the I.V. drip slowly delivering its clear liquid into your veins. Whatever dose they were giving you was strong. 

Better safe than sorry. You thought, because that’s exactly what they’d be if you could move your pinky finger without feeling like you’d pass out. 

“Morphine?” You croaked out, mostly to yourself. 

“Flunitrazepam, actually. Illegal in America for obvious reasons. We tried everything to keep you down, this was the strongest we had.” Shuri’s voice rang in your ears as she approached the left side of your bed. You chuckled softly, losing strength half was as it turned onto a low sigh. 

“Damn, you’re not playing around…” You spoke sarcastically. 

Shuri looked at you seriously, her usually playful tone was now stern. 

“You threw Sam like a ragdoll and Bucky’s still in critical condition.” She all but scolded. 

“Good.” You seethed at the mention of his name. The fact that these people could look at him or call him that was revolting. He was a monster. 

“You don’t mean that, Y/n. I don’t know what you remembered but-“

“Everything. I remembered everything. And I’m going to fucking ruin him.” Your voice surprised Shuri. It was cold and smooth and devoid of all emotion. 

“Just like he ruined me.” 

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 The morning sun gleaming through the window is what stirred Bucky awake, but the horrendous pain that surged through him was what kept him that way. He tried to move but his entire body screamed in agony.  He could hear was his bones slowly snap back into place, mending themselves together so excruciatingly slow. The feeling was nothing short of torture. It reminded him of his time with Hydra. 

Bucky let out a groan, alerting the rest of the team of his consciousness. Steve was the first beside his bed. He was speaking, but the words didn't make sense to Bucky.

“Hey Buck. Welcome back, buddy.” He spoke gently. Bucky groaned again, trying with all of his strength you sit up but the little movement only sent a rippling pain through his body. 

“Don’t move. Y/n messed you up real good.” He explained. 

Y/n. He needed to see Y/n. Needed to make sure she was okay. To hold her and tell her she was safe. That she could breathe again. 

“I have to see her.” Bucky finally croaked out. Steve's face fell, sympathy clouding his features. 

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Nat spoke. She was seated in the corner of the room. Bucky didn’t think he’d ever seen her look this worried. She was always so calm and collected. 

“Please I-“ 

“No, Bucky. You’re not seeing that, bitch. Look what she did to you!?” Steve suddenly shouted. Bucky flinched at his harsh words like they caused him physical pain. In a way, they did. 

“Don’t call her that…Why can’t I see her?” Bucky snapped. Steve only blinked at him, unsure of how to console his friend and protect him all at once. 

“I’ll think you guys need to chat… We’ll leave you alone.” Nat solemnly spoke, obviously uncomfortable. She looked to Wanda, who was sitting cross legged on the window sill, and motioned for her to follow. She stood, but before leaving walked over to where Bucky’s broken body lay. She placed a small hand on his now blue and purple one, shattered in every way. 

“I’m so sorry, James. I didn’t know that she would- I… I’m just so sorry.” She choked on her words, a sob escaping her lips before she turned away and walked out of the room. 

Steve cleared his throat, drawing Bucky's attention back to his friend, who had now pulled a chair beside his bed. 

“I think we need to talk… there’s something I should have told you, but I need you to understand, I was only trying to protect you, Buck.” He started, his eyes bore into Bucky’s. The intensity of his stare made him feel suddenly uneasy. 

“What’s going on, punk?” Bucky pleaded, causing Steve's heart to shatter at the idea he caused his friend so much pain. 

He was almost unrecognizable. Infact, if it weren't for his signature Brooklyn drawl, Steve might not have known it was him. One of Bucky’s eyes was black and purple and completely swelled shut while the other was bloodshot and caused his iris to look remarkably blue in contrast. His flesh arm was completely shattered in several different places and bruises blossomed along his chest. Twenty five broken bones, three cracked ribs, and a fracture that extended all the way from the top to the bottom of his spine to name only a few. The doctor had said if he was unable to heal the way he does, he'd most likely be dead. 

This was his fault. If only he was a better captain. If only he knew the right words. If only he had left Y/n and the mess that she has brought into their lives back in NewYork.

 No, this was her fault… he wouldn’t let her ruin Bucky. Not after everything he has gone through, everything he had done to get better. 

“I’m going to get you out of here, Bucky. We’ll leave first thing tomorrow, when you heal.” Steve started but Bucky shook his head. “Don’t argue with me, jerk. We’re leaving. That's final.” he ordered. He half expected Bucky to coincide, but he knew his friend better than that.

“What did Natasha mean when she said we needed to chat?” Bucky questioned. He was only starting to regain feeling in his limbs, but he was still too weak to sit. Steve signed, knowing there was nowhere out of this one. Bucky deserved to know. Even if it would wreck him.

“Okay, listen, Bucky… I’ll tell you, but... I just- I… I was trying to protect you. You've come so far. So, so far and I thought that if you knew the truth that- I don't know, that you’d go back there.” Steve began, watching Bucky carefully for some sort of signal that he should keep going. When none came, he swallowed the lump in his throat and continued.

“Your mission was Tommy. You killed him.” There was no right way to say it. No delicate manner in which to sugar coat the fact. 

Bucky blinked at Steve for what felt like forever. His face was unreadable.

“I did some digging and… You gotta know, it wasn't your fault. You couldn't have… You didnt have control of-”

“How long?” Bucky's voice was cold and sharp. 

“What?” Steve shook his head trying to get a read on his friend's reaction to the information. 

“How fucking long have you known?” Bucky demanded. Steve couldn't tell if it was from the recent beating he had taken or if his face was red with anger. He reached out his hand to place it on his friends, but he pulled away. 

“Answer the question.” Bucky spat, his eyes were dark now, bruising slowly beginning to disappear. Steve signed and looked into his lap. 

“Since she got here. But you gotta’ understand-”

“Get out.” Bucky fumed, his eyes sending daggers into Steve’s. 

“W-what?” Steve stuttered. 

“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” Bucky emphasized every word, hate dripping from his lips. 

“Okay, I’ll go. But I still think we should-” Steve started, but Bucky cut him off again. 

“I swear to God if you don't leave right now I’m going to do something I’ll regret.” Steve only nodded in understaning and finally sulked out of the room leaving Bucky with his thoughts.

The moment he was gone Bucky tore the tubes clean out of his wrists and jumped out of bed. His whole body screamed when his feet touched the floor, but he didn't care. Nothing compared to the excruciating pain in his chest as he tried to process what Steve had said. 

He killed Tommy. He murdered him. He- He… He was going to be sick.

Bucky ran into the washroom just before collapsing onto the floor beside the toilet and emptying his stomach. 

She was never going to forgive him…

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You stared at the ceiling, counting the tiles when you heard the commotion from outside your room. T’challa had been standing watch at your door for the past hour, but he had left to get you all something to eat. 

“Get. The. Fuck. Out” The voice boomed from next door. You instantly recognised it as his. You couldn't help the pang in your heart when you heard the pain in his words. 

I could show him real pain. You thought. You could of course, and did. But with the mega drugs Shuri had you on you weren't sure you could use the bathroom on your own, let alone go for round two on the Soldier's ass. 

Soldier. The man deserved no such title. He was a murderer, a cold blooded monster. 

But he told you about his time at Hydra. He didn't remember half of the missions he was sent on and the ones he did were always in pieces. You shook away the thoughts with a loud groan. 

No, you were not about to feel bad for him. Whether or not the man knew, it happened. He killed Tommy and what did you do? You kissed him… The thought of his lips on yours made you nauseous. The thought of enjoying his lips on yours made you even more so. 

How could you let this happen? Who the fuck had you become? Hydra took your memories and suddenly you were a love struck puppy who needed a murderer's validation? What? You thought he’d swoop in and Ta-dah, you were fixed. All that trauma, all that death and grief would just magically disappear? You scoffed at the notion. 

“I swear to God if you don't leave right now I’m going to do something I’ll regret.” His voice echoed through the halls, bringing you back to reality and out of your thoughts. You heard Steve storm out of the room, and then everything went quiet.

He was alone. No one was guarding your room, it would be so easy to just-

“Hey, knock, knock.” Natasha sent you a tight smile as she entered the room. Dammit.

“Hi.” You spoke dryly. “You got the next baby sitting shift?” You tried to sound sarcastic, but the words came out cold. 

“You don't need a babysitter. More like a fully armed battalion.” She chuckled, causing you to smirk. 

“What do you want? I'm kinda’ busy.” You gestured dyly around to the current state you were in. She chuckled, shaking her head as she took a seat on the bed by your feet. You flinched at her sudden proximity. You could remember the relationship you had made with Natsahsa during the weeks you had been here, but you obviously couldn't trust the person you were then. You certainly weren't her now. 

“I wanted to officially introduce myself…” Her words caught you off guard. Suddenly a little more intrigued, you met her gaze. She has a soft smile on her lips.

“It’s really nice to finally meet you, Y/n. I’ve heard amazing things about your work. I’m really looking forward to getting to know you. The real you.” Her words were real, and raw. She flashed you a smile and reached out her hand. You stared at it for what felt like forever before you took it in yours and gave it a small shake. 

“I-uh-I really appreciate you saying that…” You were skeptical, of course. The woman had forcibly brought you here. What if she knew about… Barnes? Yeah that sounded right.

She cleaned her throat and shook off the vulnerability she had just shown you.

“Anyways, I wanted to let you know a few days ago I sent someone back to your apartment to get some of your belongings. They arrived this morning. Thought it was about time you got your old wardrobe back.” She smiled. “I’ve had someone drop it off in your room. As soon as you get the ‘okay’ to leave, I’ll take you there.” Her words were so genuine you were taken a back for a moment. 

“Oh… Well, thanks.” You sent her a tight smile. “When exactly do you think that will be?” 

“I don't know. Do you still want to kill Bucky?” She asked.

Yes.

“No.” 

“You're a horrible liar.” Nat chuckled.

“Whatever… Will you at least go see what's taking T’Challa so long? He left to get something to eat and I’m starving.” She spoke. She only nodded and tapped your leg, getting up to exit the room. Before she left she turned around and smiled. 

“I’ll come swing by later to check on you.” When she finally closed the door you let out a long sigh. The room fell silent again, but the sound of muffled sobs from the other room made it hard to really relax. 

What a little bitch, you thought, causing a smile to appear on your lips. The first real smile in a long time. 

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A/n:Thank you for reading this monster of a chapter! If you got through it leave a like or reblog! You fuel my very existance! As always, im opeing to any and all feedback! And thank you again to @cutie1365​ for being my official guid into the world of fanfic writing. Honestly shes a life saver! 

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[hypnotica-ships]

how abouuuuut... 1,3 and 4 too?

Oh boy, this got suuuuuuuuuper long, but I’ve been holding a lot of this in, and I didn’t even get to mention the crow raisings...I’ve tried to keep this short and skipped a ton of things, so if you want some more info about anything, let me know, I”d be more than happy to answer! The last two questions will be under the cut, cause wow, can I talk....

1. What is your s/i's name & pronouns? Legally- Mathew E. Sionis However, only a few very close people know it, and even then they all still call him Crow. Even when he still had his deadname. No one but him and his father know what the "E." stands for. Also he goes by He/Him and They/Them. Mostly the first set though.

3. Does your s/i have a full backstory yet? Or is it still in the works? If it's done can we see it? Oh boy, do I. It's fairly messy, and you need to keep in mind that the first media I inserted myself into was DC Comics, plus I was 15 and never knew about the whole Self-Shipping Community until like last year, thanks btw. It gets dark and some spots, my bad, blame 15 year old edgelord Crow.

Let's start at the beginning yeah? Crow was born the second child to Circe, not much is know about her, and Roman Sionis who at the time had just started to make his name big in the underground crime scene, in Gotham City. She had an older brother and a younger brother, each sibling was born with some darker magic powers, but showed no sign of it at the time they were in his care. After Crow's younger brother was born (both siblings have names, but I'm a bit shy about saying who each one is, but as we'll see later, they don't really get along anyways...), their mother died. Which sent Roman into a bit of a spiral, he became incredibly paranoid. He thought the only way to save his children (who are all a year apart, so the oldest is about 2 and a half to three) was to kill them, but he had a hard time doing it directly after what he did to the older brother.... So he sent the other babies away in basket down a stream hope that would solve the problem. There was a fork in the stream, one child went one way while the other one went another. Crow's way went into a run off into a sewer, not just any sewer, (oh boy...here we go...) the Arkham Asylum sewer, where a big ole' Mr. Killer Croc found what he thought was a dead child. Once he realized the child was still alive, he tried his best to get one of the orderlies of the Asylum's attention. They....had no idea what to do, so (even though I"m pretty sure they probably would of sent the child to an orphanage...) they decided to have the inmates, with constant security around, raise the child (15 year old me had some ideas....to bad i never changed this...).

Yadda yadda yadda, time skip, Crow now has realized she has shadomancy powers and just basic magic as well, but no clue how to use em, so they 'wing it', they also have a pretty good gig at stealing things, since she can travel through the shadows real sneaky like. She finds out at some point who her dad is, and the younger brother, Crow is furious, and vows to never speak to her father ever again, but he insists on buying her love and gives her an "allowance" of like a billion a month, but she refuses to keep it all and only saves enough to live on while the rest gets sent to charity. She's about 13 at this point and has bought out an old hotel to live in that was ment to be torn down, so it's basically falling apart except for one room and the roof. Safe enough to live in though. Yadda yadda, still the same age, she meets Lonnie while looking for one of her pet crows that went into his cell at juvie, stuff happens they become friends, he finds out about her living situation, tells his folks, and now they basically adopted her. Crow and Lonnie cause trouble for a few years as a fucking awesome team. When they are around 16 or so, Jamm just shows up, and he needs a place to stay, and at this point Crow's hotel is fixed up a bit more thanks to help from Lonnie. So they let him stay in an extra room.

He now forever part of this group.

They make a band, The Nest, but it's kind of a cover up for vigilantism. At this point, since I like to keep things as cannon as possible, Lonnie fakes his death, which cause Crow to spiral, similar to how her father did when he lost her mother. It's sad and depressing time, lot of plot points, but I'll try to sum it up: Drinking problems, lots of failed relationships good and bad, possible murder, the older brother comes back and explains some stuff he may also be Satan, Crow and Jamm bonding time, and ect.

I dunno, about 18-ish now or whatever, I really don’t have the best concept of time, Crow dates Jimmy, thanks to some old connections with Lois who set them up, it goes pretty well, Crow is healing. She's not fully healed though, and Jimmy recommends getting out of Gotham since it seems to make things worse and she needs a vacation. Cool, she'll just move to Metropolis where Jimmy lives, nah, doesn't last long, but she does take a trip to Washington D.C. Crow sees a figure on the roof tops lurking around on her trip. One rainy night she confronts it, whoops, Lonnie is still alive! They end up fighting about him not telling her for a few months or so, until he finally says he's sorry. Crow and Jimmy adventures happen, (such as Crow finding out about her Uncle Guile and meets Holger and Marnie, which leads into like a year long hijinks, one relationship that ended in an uncertain way, and now Crow goes back home but has a distant little sibling now, they call and text each other now and again, even go out to lunch), but Crow is still not happy, and Jimmy takes note. Stuff happens, and he proposes.....Crow says no. She realized that she.....probably should of been a he. Crow with this knowledge dumps Jimmy, he takes it well and understands, but Crow still feels bad about it.

After, Crow moves back to Gotham, he talks to Lonnie about going about transitioning. He helps Crow with the whole process, killing whatever ill will was left form the faking death for years bit.

Crow's about 19-20 now, dates Jimmy again, he takes him to meet his cousin Archie in Riverdale. As he visits, he notices a kid and his dad. Said dad is....abusive....and Crow takes note. Stuff happens, Crow and Jimmy breakup again, but Crow moves to Riverdale, cause he needed a change and felt happy there. He remembers the dad and kid, and confronts them, big mess happens, and now Crow has an adopted son, Reggie (who's about 16). Tiny time skip, more garbage happens and then a dying bloodied kid shows up on Crow's doorstep, after helping him and saving his life he asks about the kids family, stuff happens, and now he has kid x2, Julian (also 16, but like 5 months older then Reggie, who hates that.) Stuff happens. Crow is happy with his family and the occasional visits from Uncle Lonnie and Uncle Jamm really help keep Crow sane, (a lot of trauma, a lot of mental issues here, same s/i, same) things are about to get a lot more interesting when the band Reggie is in is asked to open for Josie and the Pussycats....

4. How did your s/i feel when they first met your f/o(s)? How do they feel about them now? I decided to kinda make this a continuation of 3.

Crow was hanging out backstage of his son's performance, checking out the food and making himself a little serving even though the sign said "For band members only!". All of a sudden, a guy in a blue suit, sunglasses and a smug aura about him, slid up next to him. Crow immediately did not trust this man.

Dude asked if Crow was THEE Crow from the Nest, mentioned he was a fan, and wondered what they were up to since they went silent a few years ago. Crow answered as nice as he could, against his better judgement. This guy, Alexander, had the gull to offer him a contract to manage The Nest to "give them a second chance..." The Nest need not a second chance, if they wanted to go big, they would of years ago without this clown’s help.

Yadda yadda yadda, Alex doesn't stop pushing, and Crow ends up becoming a sort of mentor to the Pussycats, while also helping them keep their manager at bay, aka a distraction. Crow and Alex somehow become friends after he realizes that Alex was super lonely growing up and at this point Crow might be his only friend besides the Pussycats (who pay him/he pays them). They get quite close, and Crow, even though he hates that he let this happen, kinda has a major soft spot for this dork.

It took them over a year or so to finally tell each other that though. Not my fault they needed to go through a bunch of agnst/yearning adventures....

Sorry this got super long, but oh boy, did it feel good to finally get this off my chest. I clearly skipped a ton to keep this "short", but that doesn't mean I don't have those ideas fully fleshed out. So if in any point in the future you want me to elaborate, I"d be more than happy too! Thanks for the ask, and sorry to bombard you with a huge wall of text. <3

#asks #holey moley #sorry its so much #...and not even everything... #but this was a short as i could go #hope you make some sense out of this ramble #<3 #s/i info

[sweets-fanfics]

Homecoming 17

Title: Loss

Wordcount: 3319

Warning: Agnst, violence

Tags: @rollyjogerjones

AN: Time jump after this chapter cause it fits my story idea better.

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Arthur knew something was wrong but the first person you needed to find was Micah. You pushed past Arthur while pulling out your pistol. Everyone kept their eyes on you as Arthur followed you calling your name. 

Finally, you spotted the rat as he was saying something to Jack. As you walked up Jack looked up at him. “Your mean Uncle Micah,” Jack mumbled as his eyes teared up.

“You gotta learn to take a joke. You’re too soft.” Micah rolled his eyes.

“You son of a bitch.” You point your gun at Micah who quickly pulls out his pistols and aims them at both of you. “I ran into your friends while hunting.” You say in a lower voice.

At first, he looks confused but then you notice him get worried for a second, “You squeak, and I kill the kid, right here and now.” He says to only you. Jack hears him and runs to hide behind you. 

“You’re a rat. Why should I let you live?” You ask.

Micah smirks, “They asked you too didn’t they?” You tried not to look guilty, “That’s why you shouldn’t.”

“I’m not going to help them.”

“Then keep your fucking mouth shut and I won’t have to get dirty.”

Arthur finally caught up and got between you two. “What the hell is up with you two?” Bear was between your legs growling at Micah. “Bear, down,” Arthur commands, making Bear let out a small whine before sitting.

“He was picking on Jack.” You grit through your teeth.

“Not worth shooting him in the middle of the camp.” Hosea says as he hurries over with Dutch.

“He also kicked Bear, again!” You said. As if he understood Bear lifts one of his paws and lets out a sigh.”

“Y/N,” Dutch says over you. “Go cool down.” 

You let out a groan and stomp off with Jack towards Abigail. “What did he say to you this time, Jack?” She asks as her son runs into her arms.

“He kept asking who my real dad was, and he said Pa wasn’t my dad,” Jack said through hiccups and sobs.

“What a horrible man he is. You know who your Pa is, that’s all that matters. Don’t you pay no mind to that awful man.” Abigail hugs Jack before looking at you. “Are you okay?”

You shake your head, “I need to go for a walk.”

Abigail opens her mouth to speak, “I’ll go with her, Abigail,” Arthur says as he puts a hand on her shoulder. You don’t even wait for him you walk until you’re at the edge of the water. 

“Y/N, what’s goin’ on?” Your backs to him with your arms crossed. He sighs and walks up wrapping his arms around you, “I know it wasn’t about Bear or Jack.”

“If I say what it is, people are going to get hurt.” You whisper.

“You can tell me anythin��.” He says into your hair.

“I know. But I also know you’ll tell Dutch. And then everyone will be in trouble.” Arthur turns you around and gives you a stern look.

“If it’s really that bad, I won’t tell anyone.”

You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, “The Pinkertons found me when I got separated from Charles while hunting.” Arthur didn’t react, just waited for you to continue, “They tried to get me to act as a spy for them. They threatened you… and also guaranteed your freedom if I turn my father’s information over. He left before I could tell him to fuck off. But I'm pretty sure he knew my answer already.”

Arthur rubbed the scar on his chin as he took in all the information. “I’m glad you’re okay. But I still don’t know why you went after Micah.” He said, slightly confused.

“Micah is a rat.” You whisper. Arthur’s face got red as he began to turn around. You pull his arm back and take his face in your hands. “We can not let him know I told you.”

“Let’s just shoot him and get it over with,” Arthur growled.

“No. Cause if he knows I told someone he’ll kill Jack. But if we kill him the Pinkertons will know and show up.” You kiss his lips and he calms down a bit, “I want to call him out. But I need time to think of how to safely do it.”

Arthur could see the pleading in your eyes. He let out a long breath, “Fine… I’ll try.”

“Thank you.”  He kissed your forehead and let his lips linger there a bit longer.

“I have to go do the Trolly job with Dutch and Lenny.” Arthur sighed.

“Luca said not to trust his father.”

“I know. And I don’t, but Dutch does. And what Dutch says…”

“Goes. I got it.” You mumble. “Promise you’ll be safe okay?”

“Of course.”

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The men were only gone for a few hours when Lenny and Dutch rode into camp quickly. You noticed your father was holding his head and that your husband wasn’t there.

“What happened?” You asked as you helped Lenny get your father to the porch. 

“It was a setup, there was no money and the police showed up.” Lenny groaned.

“Father, I told you not to trust him. Now, where is my husband?” You ask as you check over his head.

“Arthur is fine,” Dutch says as you smack his hand away when he tries to touch his head. “I just hit my head rather hard is all.”

“You may have a concussion.” You mumble as you hear another horse ride into camp. You turn around expecting to see Arthur but instead, you see something strange. “What is that?” You ask, making Dutch and Lenny look too.

“Oh god…” Dutch mumbles as Mary-Beth lets out a scream.

“It’s Kierran!” She screams looking at the decapitated body carrying its own eyeless head. 

“Look in the tree line!” Lenny shouts as you all look up and see O'Driscolls riding towards you. 

“Women and children inside!” Dutch yells trying to stand. He gets dizzy and almost falls down. 

“Father, get inside.” You say pushing him towards the door. “I can handle these assholes.”

You grab a repeater that’s leaned up against the house and run to take cover behind one of the barricades with John. Jack sees John and begins running for him with his arms open. John quickly scoops him up and you all hide behind the barricade until Jack and Abigail are able to run in the house.

You peak over and are able to shoot two in the head before ducking back down. “We are starting to get overrun, get in the house!” You hear John yell next to you.

“We have to get them all!” You yell back. 

“We will, but in the damn house!” John grabs your collar and practically throws you towards the house.

Once you and all the men get inside Charles knocks over a bookshelf to block the door. Dutch starts yelling where everyone should hold up to get as many of the bastards as possible. You get put in the back of the house where you're able to take out a good amount when you hear a scream outside. 

“Sadie’s outside still!” You yell and hop out the broken window before your father and Hosea can yell at you to stay put. You butt a man in the head with the gun before you finally reach her.

“Sadie- Sadie?” As you round the side of the shed you see her finishing off two men with a knife as she screamed angrily covered in their blood. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine!” She picks up one of the O’Driscolls guns, “Let’s kill all these Bastards!” 

Feeling slightly inspired by Sadie you follow her around the house taking out O’Driscolls. One jumps out about to get the drop on us when Charles throws an ax, getting the man in the head. 

“Are you two okay?” He asks. 

“We are just dandy Mr. Smith,” Sadie smirks as she hits another man and notices they are retreating. “Look at those bastards run with their tails between their legs!”

“Sadie,” You sigh and run your fingers through your hair, “Please don’t make them come back.” She chuckles and pats your shoulder as you collapse on the fountain and take a deep breath. 

“Is everyone okay?” Dutch asks running out to check you over. “Young lady what you did was very stupid!” He lectured.

Still catching your breath you just waved your hand and nodded. Dutch growled a bit but could tell you weren’t in the mood. Henry ran up and hugged you tightly before letting go to turn away and cough.

“What do we do about Kierran?” John asks as he walks up.

“Poor kid, he was a good one.” Dutch sighs, “Reverend would you give this young man a proper burial.” Swanson hurried up and he and Charles began to lift the body while Hosea picked up the head by his hair.

“We need to move soon, Dutch,” Hosea demanded.

“We will, Hosea, we will,” Dutch said running his hands through his hair. “Pearson, Grimshaw, let’s get rid of all these bodies!”

A horse rode up the road making everyone begin to reach for their guns. “What the hell happened?” Arthur asks as he hops off Athena before she even stops and runs up to you. 

“The O’Driscolls,” You were cut off as he hugs you tightly before he checks your face. “They killed Keirran, and then they attacked everyone.”

“Where the hell were you, Mr. Morgan!” Dutch yells making you jump a bit.

“I had to do an errand for someone. I didn’t think we’d get attacked!” He says as he grasps your hand. 

Sadie walks up to Arthur, wiping blood off her face. “Your girl was quite the fighter. Great aim.”  She smiles at you.

“I’m glad to hear that Mrs. Adler. My wife is a tough one, I’m just sad I wasn’t here to help protect you all.” 

“Well, at least we know your wife is more useful than you.” Sadie teases. You notice her emphasis on the word wife. “I knew you two would get married.”

“Sadie, congratulate them later so Arthur can help me with the bodies.” John groans as he tries to lift a body alone.

Arthur shakes his head and kisses your head before going to help John. As he walks away Sadie bumps you with her hip a little. When you look up she’s grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t believe you two got hitched. I bet Dutch was pissed.” She looks at you and you see her smile start to fade. “You okay, princess?”

“Yeah, why?” You ask confused.

“Your cheeks look really red.” She puts a hand on your forehead. “Y/N, your burnin’ up.” 

As if on cue you the world seems to spin a bit making you stumble. Sadie grabs your arm to support you. “Whoa…” You mumble.

“Let’s sit you down.” She sits you back at the fountain and starts to do a bit of check over of you. “Imma get your brother or Arthur… or.. I don’t know Grimshaw? Just stay there okay?” 

You hum at her softly as you try to steady yourself. You don’t even notice Sadie walk away. As you sit there the world continues to turn upside down slightly. You go over your day in your head wondering if you had eaten and if so what did you eat. But everything in your mind seemed normal. And you were never one to get dizzy randomly.

Just as you think you're going to fall over a pair of hands grab your shoulder. You glance up and it’s Henry looking at you worried, “Y/N? You okay, sister?”

“It’s really dizzy…” You mumble.

“You’re burning up sweetie,” He says softly. “I’ll take you to your bed okay?” You begin to nod but Henry is already lifting you up. 

“She okay?” You hear Arthur ask from somewhere.

“She has a fever. Can you grab her…” Henry’s voice starts to fade out as he begins asking for things. 

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“../N, Y/N,” Henry asks, making you open your eyes. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

Henry smiles at you as you realize you're in your bed. His eyes look sunken in and his skin looks paler. “Did I faint? Are you sick?”

Henry chuckles, “You had a fever two nights ago. You’ve been sleeping for most of the two days. Your fever kept comin’ back.” 

You sit up slowly, no longer dizzy. “I’m not sure why I felt so weird suddenly.” You mumble. As you open your mouth you begin to feel your stomach come up. You quickly run out to the balcony and empty your stomach over the edge. Henry follows you out and pulls your hair back.

“You alright?”

You finish and wipe your mouth with your sleeve. “I must have eaten somethin’ bad.” you sighed. 

“Hey, she’s up,” Arthur says from behind Henry. He’s holding a bunch of wildflowers as he smiles at you. “You alright, love? Ya sure scared everyone.” 

The three of you walk back into the room and you sit on your bed. “She thinks she ate something bad,” Henry says to him. “You two probably have some talkin’ to do so I’ll leave you two be.” He quickly walks out of the room and shuts the door.

“What’s his deal?” You ask as you glance around to see if you have a mint or anything to get rid of the foul taste in your mouth.

“Well, somethin’ happened while you were out.” Arthur sighed. He handed you the flowers and sat next to you, taking one of your hands. “Your father took me, John, Bill, Lenny and Henry to pay a visit to Bronte.”

“Oh no… Arthur, what happened to revenge bein’ a fool's luxury.” 

“Hosea wasn’t for it either. But you know imma follow your father. He saved my life, Y/N.” 

You put the flowers next to you and wrap your arms around Arthur. “I know honey.”

“But your father…” You glance up at him. “He killed Bronte… He… He just keeps killin’ people. He drowned Bronte and then fed him to a damn gator.” You’re visibly taken aback by your father’s actions.

“I wonder what’s goin’ on…”

“We used to steal money from rich people and give it to the poor. Now, we just keep it for ourselves. It’s not like it used to be.” Arthur seems hurt but shakes it off and smiles at you. “I’m sorry for ranting, my love. How are you feelin’?”

“It’s okay to ‘rant’ to me, I’m your wife. And I feel fine. I’m not sure how I was so sick.” He rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Wouldn’t be a normal day if you didn’t give me a heart attack, huh princess.” You give him an unimpressed look at the nickname, making him chuckle and kiss your forehead. “The men and I are gonna hit the bank in Saint Denise, then we’ll be out of here.” 

“That doesn’t sound safe. But where would we go?” 

“Your father says Tahiti. But I’m willin’ to go anywhere you go, baby.” You giggle at his cheesiness which he finds adorable. 

“Maybe we can finally have our cabin in the woods.” You smile.

“But in California, maybe.”

“Anywhere but this forsaken place.” 

Arthur puts his hat on your head and hands his satchel to you. “I can't bring this stuff with me when we go. So will you hold on to it?”

“Sure, baby.” Arthur gets up and starts undoing his shirt making you blush and look away. “Uh… what are you doin’?”

Arthur chuckles, “I gotta dress up for the occasion, of course.”

You get off the bed and wrap your arms around his waist from behind. “You’ll be safe right?” Arthur puts his hands over yours and you can feel him sigh. He feels so warm in your arms. Like a personal body heater. 

“Of course. I gotta come home to you.” He turns you around and pulls you in for a long kiss. “You’ll hold down the fort?”

“Of course.” You reluctantly let him go and slip your shoes on. “I’m going to see what Hosea is up to.”

“Alright, don’t distract him too much, he's goin’ with us,” Arthur calls to you as you head downstairs.

When you get outside Hosea is sitting with Jack on the fountain. You walk up as the two of them finish. “We’ll start reading lessons again tomorrow.”

“Okay, Uncle Hosea.” Jack sighs and hops off the fountain.

“And what can I do for ya, Princess.” He smirks.

“I just wanted to come to say hi. But you seem to be in a teasing mood.” You joke.

He pats the spot next to him and you take a seat, “No no, I’m just excited.”

“About the bank?”

“Yeah, Dutch says this should be the last one.”

“Do you agree?”

“I think so… What about you?”

“I… I just want to live quietly with Arthur, somewhere nice.”

Hosea smiles, “That sounds lovely. I wish Bessy and I could have done that.”

“You miss her?”

“Every day…”  

You opened your mouth to speak when Dutch proudly walked out the front doors. “Time to saddle up boys!” He cheered.

Hosea gave your shoulder one final warm pat before climbing up the wagon. “You boys be careful, you hear?” You say to him.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll keep them in line.��� Hosea grinned.

Arthur put his hand on the small of your back and kissed your temple. “I’ll see ya when I get home.” He said into your hair.

“You better,” Arthur smirked and kissed your forehead before going to his horse. 

Henry moped up next to you and you both watched everyone saddle up. “You aren’t goin’?” You ask your twin.

“Father said I’m not ready for a city bank.” He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t think you’re ready to rob a candy store.” You teased making him bump your shoulder.

“No bickering you two.” Dutch said, “You two can hold down the fort till we get back.”

“We’ll do our best, sir,” Henry said bravely.

Dutch smirked, “Alright then boys. Let's go rob us a bank!”

All the men and Abigail let out a loud yell before they all rode off.

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You and Sadie knew something was wrong when the sunset and no one had returned. Jack kept asking you where his parents were. 

“Maybe they are just hiding somewhere before comin’ home baby.” You smiled and messed his hair up. “How about I put you to bed. Okay?” As you and Jack started heading up to the house you heard yelling. 

“We have to go!” You turned around to Charles and Abigail running into camp. 

“Momma!” Jack cheered and ran to his mother.

“What happened?” Sadie asked, hurrying up to them.

“The Pinkertons. They were there…” Charles said in disbelief. “They… Killed Hosea.” The camp went silent. “And killed Lenny… and John was arrested.”

“What?” You say in disbelief. 

“We need to leave now!” Abigail said through tears. “The Pinkertons are going to head here next probably.”

You were still frozen in shock as Sadie began shouting orders. As Charles walked by you to help clean you yanked his sleeve. “What happened to Arthur? Or my father?”

“I caused a distraction so they could hop on a boat. They said they’d come back when things died down…”

“But did they get caught?” You pleaded.

“I don’t know.” 

Henry walked up and took your hand that was still gripping onto Charles' shirt. “They’ll come back. But we have to go…”

You couldn’t hear him… you were already too eaten up with the thought of how you had just lost so much family at once.

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Hi darling! Can you write Loki creating illusions were he got hurt badly just to see the reader worrying about him, then making funny of her later? Agnst on the beginning, then fluffy and funny on the end?

this was supposed to be for april fools day but i thought yesterday was still march whoops

warning: descriptive injuries, blood

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The apartment door crashes open and a limp Loki falls face-first through the doorway, actually dripping blood onto your carpet.

“What the HELL—”

You’re up in a flash and the god reaches a weak hand towards you, trying to pull himself closer to you but giving up with a grunt of pain when his shoulder pops out of its socket.

Loudly.

He grabs his shoulder and lets out a yell, rolling onto his back as you scream, too—“Arms don’t bend like that, Loki!!”

“Help me,” he hisses, his eyes screwed shut in pain, “for the love of everything, mortal, help me.”

“I-you—Loki, your bones!”

He doesn’t ask for help, like, ever.

And you’ve never really seen the god in pain, but these oddly bent limbs and gashes across his chest dripping blood all over your floor seem to be pure agony as he writhes—

“ARE YOU GOING TO JUST STAND THERE AND WATCH ME DIE?”

“Sorry, sorry!” You spring into action, snapping your gaping mouth shut and bolting to the kitchen, shaking hands rifling through cupboards: you need water, some kind of cloth, oh my god that’s a lot of blood, bandages, pain medication??

How do dosages work on Asgard?

“Loki, how much do you weigh?!” You shout and nearly drop the bowl you just filled with water.

“Is that REALLY important right now??”

“Just answer me!!” In your panic you drop the bottle of pills, sending little orange tablets flying across the kitchen. “God fucking damn it, answer me right now!”

“Somewhere over five hundred pounds, I don’t want to talk about it—” he cuts himself off with a near scream of pain, making you jump with a start and scream, too.

“WILL YOU STOP SCREAMING? I’M RIGHT HERE, DIPSHIT!!”

Fuming and shaken beyond belief, you haul all your stuff back out to the living room and dump it on the floor next to the writhing god. He’s snapped his mouth shut after your last explosion, now just whimpering and clutching his out-of-place shoulder with one hand, the other holding tight to something bleeding on his stomach.

“Okay, okay, okay…” your trembling hands hover tentatively over his body, not sure where to even begin. “Just keep breathing, Loki, stay alive for me, okay? Keep breathing, I—I’m gonna try to help you, I promise.”

He nods weakly, teeth gritting together and eyes screwed shut, and he lifts a hand to gesture at the injury to his abdomen: this one first.

“Got it, how can I—your shirt, can you roll over at all?” You scramble to undo the buckles and straps of his armour to little avail. “Forget it, I’m cutting it off you, give me a knife.”

Loki cracks an eye open and huffs a tiny laugh, lifting a finger to point to his belt under his cloak. “Always trying…always trying to get me naked, you naughty little sausage.”

You really want to slap him right now.

Blood loss seems to be taking its toll on him, his pained whimpering ceasing and being overridden by slurred words and weak touches, his eyes drooping as you find the dagger and slice his shirt open.

“Now is not the ti—oh my god, you were stabbed?!”

There’s a hole in his stomach, just under his ribs, a clean slice through his entire torso.

You know, minor injury.

“I made a monster mad…” he slurs, patting his bleeding wound almost proudly and wincing in pain each time.

“Don’t do that!”

“Pain is nice, though.” He cracks a weak smile, sending you a bloody thumbs up before going back to tapping the open wound. “Reminds…reminds me I’m…reminds me I’m alive…”

“Hey! Eyes open!” You grab his face and give him a little shake, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach when he limply falls to the floor, unconscious. “Loki, no no no, wake up right now!”

His head lolls to the side and drops out of your hands with a loud clunk.

“LOKI!”

You drop the washcloth in water and quickly press it onto the stab wound—oh god, the gaping opening goes through him. Like, straight through his body.

What the hell am I supposed to do now? Your hands are shaking so badly that you’re pretty sure you’ve only made the bleeding worse, and the white cloth trying to stop the blood just turns bright red as it continues to soak up the never-ending flow.

Eyes start to sting when you try to keep a somewhat clean cloth applying pressure to his side and reach for his hand with the other, bringing it to your lips. “Loki, wake up, wake up, please…”

Something pokes you in the chin and you glance down at his hand.

“WHAT THE FUCK—”

His middle finger is snapped at the top knuckle, just completely going sideways, the actual bone sticking out from under a flap of skin.

On the bright side, your blood-curdling scream wakes him back up.

Chest heaving, you throw his mutilated hand away from you and grab his face again with one hand, the other still trying to stop the bleeding. “You idiot, you’re never allowed to leave the house ever again, understood? Now stay. awake.”

He laughs and pokes your tear-ridden cheek, completely delirious from blood loss. “I’m gonna die happy,” he mumbles, and a thick trail of blood starts trickling from the corner of his mouth. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Shut up, you’re gonna be fine, just keep looking at me!” You scramble to keep his head supported in your hands, but he’s heavy and limp with dead weight. “Loki, you look at me right now, don’t you dare close your eyes.”

“It’s okay, my love, it’s alright…”

“Stay awake, you hear me?” You furiously swipe away the tears clouding your vision, leaving a dark streak of his blood along your cheekbone. “Stay with me, Loki, you’re gonna be just fine, you’re gonna do something magical, right? You’re gonna heal yourself, I know it.”

He’s…dying. In your arms.

On some random Monday morning, out of the blue, came stumbling through your door and now he’s dying in your living room. Life really is a bitch, huh?

“Loki!” You slap his cheek a couple times when his eyes start drifting shut, his head rolling onto your lap. “Loki, you stay awake or I’m gonna kill you…”

“I know this is…is unexpected,” he murmurs, voice thick with blood. “But now you’ll be b-better off.”

“You are such an idiot,” you sob, abandoning the blood-drenched cloth—it’s not exactly helping anymore—and pulling him into your arms, clutching his broken form to your chest. “Where did this even come from? And like hell I’ll be better off, don’t you leave me!”

“My own stupidity.” He laughs and a splatter of blood bubbles from his mouth. “Look at me, darling, quickly.” That broken hand reaches up to weakly cradle your tear-stained cheek, and Loki coughs up a lungful of blood one more time. “I love you like I’ve never loved before.”

“STAY WITH ME, LOKI, I SWEAR TO GOD—”

The god blinks, a slow and deliberate engraining of your image in his mind, and smiles up at you with bloodied lips. “I’ll see you again, my love.”

“You’ll see me right now, you idiot, cause you’re not dying, you idiot, idiot…”

The cool, stuttering breaths against your arm stop falling.

“Loki?” You choke and shake your head—this isn’t real. This is some sick dream. “Loki, stop fucking around, come back.”

Silence.

“Oh my god, Loki, this isn’t funny—”

“Well, it is a little funny.”

Your head snaps up at the sound of that bastard’s voice to see him lounging against the doorway, hands in his pockets with a stupid little grin on his face.

“Idiot?” He asks, pressing a hand to his heart in mock hurt. “I died, my dear, and you called me an idiot approximately five times. Thank you for the lovely sentiment, I love you too.”

The broken body in your arms sparks and fades into nothing, and you slowly get to your feet, the look in your eyes nothing short of murderous.

“That…was a joke?”

Loki shrugs, that proud smirk still plastered over his lips. “Of course. You married the god of mischief, darling.”

Your jaw tightens and Loki swallows, the smirk fading slightly when he sees how, erm, not funny you found his little prank to be.

“Oh shit.”

You barrel into him in an instant, your shoulder connecting with his gut and he crumples to the floor, laughter bubbling from his mouth when you start relentlessly smacking at his arms, chest, face, anywhere you can reach.

“That—wasn’t—funny,” you seeth, emphasising each word with a good poke to the stomach. “You little fucktard, I’m gonna kill you for real for that!”

Still laughing, Loki brings up his hands to half-heartedly block your attacks, catching your furious punches with fingers wrapped around your wrists. You try to fight, to pull your arms from his grip with a huff, but he yanks you down into a searing kiss and locks an arm around your neck—you’re stuck.

“That was extremely funny,” he mumbles against your lips, locking you in place with a solid arm as you try to squirm away from him. “You look so precious when you worry.”

“You’re a—mmph, you’re a sick fuck.” You’re refusing to kiss him back, but he won’t let you move from where your mouths are pressed together.

“Such endearing names,” he dreamily sighs, kissing your pouting lips a couple more times. “I can truly feel the amount of love you hold for my sorry, broken heart…I love you too, my beautiful ‘sick fuck…’”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT, LET ME GO—”

“…I love you more than the stars may light the sky, my exquisite idiot…”

“I HATE YOU—”

Loki pushes himself up, breathless and red in the face from relentless kisses and never-ending laughter to wind his arms around your waist, pulling you tight against him and smashing his lips to yours.

“Idiot,” he grins into the kiss, somehow squeezing you even tighter. “I hate you too.”

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hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!

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I took my oldest two kids (ages 12 & 11) to the Atlanta Pride Parade yesterday. We’ve gone every year but this year was incredibly special for us.

Last year our 12 year old told us that they no longer wanted to be a female. They hate being a female and has said it feels “wrong” to them. Of course we accept and love them no matter what (as all parents should), but they have still had obsticals and challenges over the year. Children in our backwoods country town don’t understand, so there is a bit of bullying (nothing severe and they handle it like a boss). There’s also typical preteen agnst and moodiness. This child was SO happy yesterday because they were surrounded by people who loved and accepted them for who they are. Someone gave them a pin with a purple rainbow and “they/them” written on it. They cried and said “My pronouns! I’m going to wear this every day!” As a mother it warmed my heart greatly to see my child living their best life.

Now on to 11. This kid isn’t much for labels or fitting in a group. The wild child has always had a free spirit, dances to the best of her own drum and a “fuck you, I’m going to do what I want” kind of attitude. When conversation comes up about sexuality, or preferences she just shrugs and says “If I like someone I like them”. She has never “came out” to us. With a transgender uncle and lesbian grandmothers, being LGBTQ+ has been her normal since birth. She doesn’t see it is a big deal (which it isn’t). When she was getting dressed yesterday she came out wearing this orange hoodie. “I figured it’d be appropriate to wear my girlfriends hoodie today” she said so casually I almost didn’t catch what she said. “Wait, you have a girlfriend?” News to mom here. “Oh yeah her names Kayley and we’ve been together for like a month” 🤷‍♀️

When we got back to our little country town after the parade, we stopped at the grocery store still in our pride gear. We got some looks of course, but the cashier gushed over how cute we all looked and said that while they aren’t in the community, they support those who are. She mentioned something about wanting to put a supportive pin on her vest (she had several fandom pins) but didn’t want to offend anyone. 12 took a pin that said “LOVE” in rainbow letters off their shirt and handed it to her. The girl about broke down and cried and said it was the sweetest thing.

#my kids are awesome #maxs story time #atlanta pride #proud mama moment

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let go

hey again it’s me. i am addicted to xmen at the moment so i wrote somethin with Warren. probably a lot of grammar mistake (not my first language and almost 2am here in the morning) and just a trash but i’m just learning doin for myself im sorry. warnings: agnst, death, violance so here it is.

It was cold. I didn’t feel anything. I blinked weakly and thought about what actually happened.

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I was sitting on Professor Xavier class taking notes about what he was talk about and thinking. I missed him. I missed him bad to be honest. When we were children we lived in the forest alone. We were only together kinda connected. Always felt what happened when we were apart.

But they took him away. 2 years ago happened. We slept together when they came. Took him and never heard from him since that time.

Charles Xavier school was good. They were kind and I met with a lot of person like me. I had everything but him. That was my problem.

It was an easy day like usually. Classes and after I went to garden. I never really found any friend here. They tried but I just couldn’t let anyone in.

I had my powers to lock out Charles and Jean from my head. They couldn’t see my thoughts. I had my power to fly and lasers in my hands.

I was with Jean and Scott most of the time. They talked all the time lookin at me like a friend even if I was introvelt to talk too much. 

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My mind took small movies about us.

“Warren please stop” laughed loudly. He just didn’t stop tickiling me. “I’m about to use my powers on you”

“Oh darling are you threating me right now?” He give me small kisses on my neck made me moans quietly. “ I should punish you more then I guess...” whisperd to my ears. I got goosebumps my heart beats faster. Looked right into his eyes.

“Maybe I want you to punish me more” bite my lips playfully.

“I will darling I will” Warren kissed me passionately his wings went wide open fly up with me. My legs went around his hips kissed him like all the time. Like never before. Always.

Smiled a bit. Changed a lot after that. I didn’t really talk anyone. Maybe because I felt save with him and give me more powers to not scared from ‘normal’ people. He was always strong. When his father took him out when someone tried to kill him he never got scared. He stand up and fight until his last breath or knock them out.

But on that night he was scared.

“Yn wake up!” My eyes went wide open I had heavy breath

“What happend?!”

“They find us” I heard someone kick the door open and shouting. My body shaked and I didn’t know what to do. I freezed.

“Come on Yn we need to escape!”  He grabbed my hand and tried to fly away but then someone shot.

“You can’t escape you freaks!” It was a man who spoke Warren was bleeding.

“No you can’t hurt him!” Lasers through my hands went wild I screamed and attacted them then take Warren outside.

“Is it hurt? It is that bad? Are you okay? Please say something!” My voice was shaking tears falled down on my face.

“I’m okay Darling” he wishperd with a small smile.

“No! Don’t lie to me! We need to get away from here please!” I cried out with my panic attack. No this is can’t happening! Then I heard other voices from everywhere.

“Come on please we need to fly! I help you!”

“You can’t take me with you..”

“SHUT THE HELL UP WARREN WE ARE GOING TO ESCAPE” shouted my angst was stringer than me.

“I hold them up and you can go Yn” he stood up “we don’t have much time Yn”

“No” shaked my head more tears came.

“It’s okay... Just remember I love you. Everything is gonna be alright.”

“No.. please.”

“I love you. I need you to be safe” he had a weak smile. “It’s okay” no it wasn’t.

“They are here!” Again them the hunters.

“Go Yn!” He didn’t give me a chance to say something he flew up in the sky “here I am bastards catch me if you can!” He shouted and went the oppositoned way then me.

The guns shooting was loud I flew up after him.

“Yn go away!” He looked back deep in his eyes I could see that fear. Even he didn’t showed me.

“But Warren..”

“Go! Now!” Bite my bittom lips to not cry to loud and flew all my powers needed to be fast.

Then I heard they shoot him down.

“Go Yn it’s okay!” Heard him. Last time.

I was flying for hours. Cried with closed eyes.

I was so tired. I felt pain all over my body. The windo cut me I was bleeding. My eyes opened but I couldn’t see.

Then everything was black.

~~~

I felt my body shaking in fearness and sweatness. I was awake but I couldn’t open my eyes.

“Yn I’m here! Let me in whats happening?” Charles voice was like a miles away from me. I wanted to speak but I couldn’t. “Open you mind! I won’t hurt you I promise!” I felt my tears but I tried. I felt him in my head.

It was Warren. He was alive. He was different.

“I... need... to... save... him” whisperd haevy it was hard. I couldn’t came out of this dream.

“Yn I need you to wake up first.”

“Trying..”

“Breath...” I did. “Breath slowly do it for him.”

“I can’t” i felt weak and cried. I could speak but I couldn’t open my eyes. I just saw him and he was different like he didn’t even remember me.

“I need you to focus on yourself first! We will go there! He will remember you! Just need you to open your eyes Yn!” Charles voice closer then before. I felt my hands went out of my control lasers came out. “YN OPEN YOU EYES YOU ARE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!”

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” I screamed sitting up with opened eyes jump out of the bad. “ I need to save him!” Grabbing my clothes madly.

“We will just calm down please!” Everyone was awake watching me at the door but I didn’t care.

“I NEED TO SAVE HIM CHARLES I CAN’T JUST CALM DOWN” shouted in agressive mood.

“Everyone get out of my room!” Looked the others they ran away without a word.

“I go with you.” Jean stayed.

“Me too.” Scott too.

“Okay Hank and me as well.” Charles looked at me.

It was a horrible place. Bed people shouted taked many for the winner.

They had guns.

With Jeans power they couldn’t see us. We stand in front of the cage.

One man was on the floor in blood I couldn’t see who did this to him.

But then I saw the wings.

“Warren..” whisperd in shock. “I need to get in” they tried to stop me but couldn’t someone already grabbed my hand but I attacked him with my power.

“It’s a freaks! That little kid drop her to the cage!” There was too many person to fight they hit me in the face and dropped in.

“Warren..” I stood up looked up at him cleaned my face from blood.

“Who the fuck is Warren!?” He was agressive. He had a lot of gash from fights.

But didn’t let me finish he attacked me. I flew up to block it. He tried but I didn’t fight back.

“Fight or they kill us!” Shouted at me but I couldn’t.

“They won’t hurt anyone I’m here.” Heard Charles voice in my head.

“Warren please! It’s me Yn” tried again. The people around us went outside without a word. He didn’t understand.

“Angel darling. Don’t make me angrier!” He flew and grabbed my arms stronger. He’s green eyes had no emotions.

“Warren remember the treehouse! Us! Your dad and everyone!” Whisperd silently.

“I don’t know what you think I am but I’m just going to kill you” shouted. Scott tried to open the cage in this time but he couldn’t even Jean. Charles was taking care the other people and Hank was looking after Charles if anything would happened there.

I was alone with him.

“Warren Worthington. Your father kicked you out when he found about wings. We meet in the woods first”

“Shut up!” He was grabbing my neck strong I couldn’t breath but I didn’t mind.

“We made out house there. Away from everyone.”

“You lying!” He punch me in the stomach with all his power. I fell down on the floor. Then hit me on the face. Everywhere he could. “ Stop speaking you piece of shit!” I wasn’t able to use any of my power. It hurt. He hitted my chest I felt my bones broke but nothing came out of me just blood.

“I CAN’T OPEN THE CAGE HE’S GOING TO KILL YN!” I heard Scott and Jean but I was see is him.

I put my arm on his face. He breaked it i screamed in pain.

“It hurt Warren please stop” cried out again. I felt like a baby who couldn’t do anything but crying.

“Still Angel.” He didn’t show any emotions.

“It’s okay. Just remember I love you. Everything is gonna be alright.” Sighed weakly wishper but I felt something sharp in my body.

“YN NO” I heard voices all around me but I didn’t feel any pain anymore.

“YN..” winked at Warren.

“Warren hey..” whisperd.

“Oh no.. what did I do?!” Winked more it was hard I felt sleepy.

“It doesn’t hurt. It’s okay. You are here. Agan. With me.” I smiled lazy. He put me on his lap.

“No.. help! PLEASE” he shouted but they couldn’t help. My bleed was all over me Jean cried Scott tried his best to not cried.

“It’s okay Warren. I’m going to be fine. I need to rest and sleep.” Whisperd eith closed eyes.

“No YN how could i dod this to you?! No please...”

“At least do you remember now?”

“Everything. Some mutant used his power to my memorie to not fight back. I just can’t.. I can’t lose you again YN.. I’m so sorry I didn’t know what I am doing please forgive me”

“It’s okay.” I put my hands on his face. Coughed blood but still didn’t feel anything. “I got you back in the end. Thats what matter.

“Hang on YN we got you!” Heard Charles nervous voice.

“It’s okay Professor Xavier. I am fine.” Murmured silently.

“YN no. I love you.. I need you.. I want to live rest of my life with you with kids and everything you can’t sleep!”

“Warren Worthington promise me one god damn thing. You never give up. No matter what no matter how hard just don’t. You are the love of my life” I felt pain suddenly tears fall down on my cheeks I was scared so scared. But once in my life I didn’t show anything of it. “You always will be the one but not in this life.” As I saw some light I was smiling. Around he’s face I saw my family waving to me. “I’m going to my family. They are waiting. I can see mommy and daddy.

“YN.. don’t leave I need you.”

“Just promise me you don’t let then control you. Don’t let the sadness in. Remember where we were before they came. We were happy. All thise beatiful memories like when we talking watching the stars and sleep and fly. Laughing on everything. Remember that not this moment. You didn’t hurt me at all in the end. You save me. And I am going to be thankful for this and all. Charles won’t hurt you. No one will.” Smiled. He cried kissed my forehead hugged me more closer to himself.

Then I saw just light. I was able to stand up and walk in it without looking back. I missed my family. Everyone.

But one look went back to him before it was all black.

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Don’t Go

Title: Don’t Go Ship: Alexys/Negan [Self Insert/Canon] Word Count: 2149 Summary: After the second war, Negan feels his presence is unwelcome in Alexandria. He decides to take Rick’s warning and leave, under the promise that Rick doesn’t tell Alexys. She finds out anyways, of course, and rushes to make sure he knows that he’s right were he belongs. With her. 

A/N: Third commission for @bad-blue-moon-rising! More good good Alexys/Negan because these two are gOOD TOGETHER AND DESERVE TO BE HAPPY -i say as i write more agnst-

Sometimes his existence in Alexandria was...awkward.

Super, super fucking awkward.

Not in the ‘you accidentally saw someone naked when walking by the bathroom’ type of awkward, no, that awkward was a superficial type of feeling that barely permeated the surface of the type of emotions Negan felt bubbling across his skin like a bad trip. This type of awkward was the type that made eyes feel like daggers burning the back of his skull. As if he had murdered his own mother and confessed without hesitance to the crows of matriarch’s before him. A deep, gut-wrenching awkward that had followed him from his time in prison to his exodus and back again. Rick Grimes was a man who understood what was necessary in war, and, for that Negan could only begrudgingly respect him.

It didn’t change the people’s feelings about him, however. No matter how much he had helped, they looked at him with those same, cold eyes. He was the man who was imprisoned. The man who had hurt their own people and, for that reason, wouldn’t be forgiven. He didn’t expect to be forgiven, of course, but the looks they gave only emphasized the fact of the knowledge tenfold, like a loudspeaker hissing their thoughts through his own mind. The aftermath of the second war had kept the group busy enough, certainly, but their vicious stares never seemed to cease.

That was what made it awkward, he supposed.

Rick had approached him, but, he didn’t need to say anything for Negan to know what he wanted. His presence had become something more of a trouble than a relief. He had, after all, only been wanted for his certain set of skills more than his personality. The war brought about desperation in all people, but, once it was over they had returned easily to their past selves. Negan had expected it. He had been ready for it. The look the other man gave him as he spoke his mind was neither startling nor unwelcome. Negan met his gaze with a steady one of his own, listening and inclining his head when he thought it appropriate. When the final words echoed from Rick’s lips, he had nothing to say to them in response:

“It’s time for you to go.”

The people had spoken.

As they watched one another with a slow build of distrust humming in the center of their core like an unpleasant cacophony, Negan could only think of one thing to say. It fell from between his mouth in a whisper, soft and almost pleading. A tone that surprised Rick enough to physically display it, his eyes widening and his jaw setting with a solid realization that, maybe the man before him was human too:

“Don’t tell Alexys.”

---

Alexys moved slow through the crowd of people, shifting her body so that she could easily fit between the small openings and spaces they had brought about in their own pursuit of the day. The basket of fruits in her hands nearly overflowed with every step she took, and she kept careful watch on each rounded orange and oblong lemon to ensure that none of them fell sneakily from her grasp before she arrived at the community center. She had been helping to grow these fruits for a few seasons now, their freshness providing an advantage to the otherwise vitamin c-less lifestyle the people in Alexandria may have lived without the decision to attempt to built a small grove of these trees with the scarce seeds she had been carrying around with her since she had stopped to loot a gardening supply store a year or so ago.

The looks they gave her as she moved down the street were vague to say the least. She felt each set of eyes on her like a burning in her skin as she maneuvered through each person in the crowd, humble excuse me’s leaving her lips as she caught the winds of their faded whispers.

‘...She watched him, didn’t she?’

‘Must be grateful….going away….’

‘...You think….manipulated her….and then…?’

‘....betray us…..i mean it could...think about it.’

She arrived at the community center confused, placing her basket down while looking around the groups of people already gathering together to work and teach in unison. She lifted her hand to play with strands of her hair, brows furrowing while her head tilted to the side in an effort to piece the words the others whispered beyond her together. Something was happening, that much was true, but what exactly was it? Someone she knew had done something...Someone she knew had been involved in something.

Negan?

“Hey,” Alexys called out softly to the woman at her side, who startled as she turned her head, “I haven’t seen Negan around here often…”

“Oh,” She averted her eyes back to her own container of foodstuffs, sifting through it absently as an excuse to find time for the words she was trying to say, lips pursed as she tilted her head, “You haven’t heard then?”

“Heard...what?”  A dread unlike any other filled Alexys to the brim as she pursed her lips, the inside of her cheek meeting her teeth as she chewed nervously.

The woman leaned in, afraid of being caught as she whispered, “I heard Rick asked him to leave, said there weren’t no place here for a man who didn’t make anyone comfortable….I thought you’d be the first to hear? You were his little keeper for a while, weren’t you? I’m sure Mr. Grimes would have told you first and-”

She broke off as Alexys turned and ran, dropping her basket of fruit in the process. Oranges and lemons splattered unceremoniously onto the floor, their juices leaking from their cracked skins and pouring down the dirty floor in a mess of citrus. The woman chuffed in surprise, watching the mess of brown hair and grey hoodie all but fly her way down the streets and exits of the area they were in.

Alexys ran as fast as her feet would allow her, the thundering of the soles of her shoes against the pavement echoing like the beat of her heart in her ears. Her chest heaved between the breaths she needed to take to maintain oxygen and the panic that dared to attempt and settle itself in the pit of her stomach. No, she had realized with terror the moment the woman had spoken, no she hadn’t known at all. She was, in fact, the last to know. The rumors had evaded her. The observations she normally made were not astute enough. Somehow it had been kept under wraps for the time being, but, now there was fear. A terror as her head whirled around to search for him. The form of the man she had watched for so long. Who she had talked to and, eventually, learned to tolerate. Which grew to learning to enjoy. That grew to learning to love.

Love…

She practically skidded to a halt when she found Rick, his hat tilted back as he observed some papers one of his friends had handed to him to read over. It’s information was not important to her, though, and she stood before them with ragged breaths. Rick paled momentarily, his gaze communicating his fear of what he was sure had just happened to make the normally relaxed quiet woman practically run into him without a moment’s hesitation.

“Alexys…” His voice was a slow and patient tone, a familiar voice he used when negotiating with others. Hesitant and with an edge of tension to its vocal chords. It’s very existence made Alexys bristle.

“Did he leave yet?”

“Alexys, let me explain my-”

“Did he leave yet, Rick?”

The pause between them was thick, a heavy sort of mood that painted their atmosphere like laquer. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Rick could feel that phrase ring true in the pit of his stomach as he accepted the fact that he was caught with a soft sigh.

“No,” Rick murmured, “He’s leaving when the sun sets...He...said not to tell you, Alexys. I’m sorry, we thought it would be easier if-”

He stopped speaking and watched as she turned to run again, this time in the direction of Negan’s home.

---

Negan had packed the last of his items when his door opened, the final zip of the bag before him echoing against the click of the lock as it swung itself open. Turning his head, Negan’s eyes widened to see the familiar form of Alexys as she blocked the doorway, her eyes widening with disbelief at the sight he had displayed before her. His jacket was thrown across his shoulders, a thin layer of dust resting on the shoulders from the effort of pulling out his once buried traveling packs. They held a majority of his items, tucked between neat rows of clothes and some weapons to keep the journey easy as it could go.

They were abandoned now as he faced her fully, she deserved that much, and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Guess you heard the news then, huh?”

“Why?”

“This place isn’t my home. I don’t...fit in here. It’s better if-”

“No not-” She waved her hands up as tears threatened the corners of her eyes, “Not why...are you leaving...why didn’t you tell me?”

He hesitated then, his heart in his throat as he stared down at the woman before him. She had stormed closer now, entering his home and standing a mere feet away from him as she watched him. Her eyes held his own, searching desperately for any sign of reasoning or sincerity in the center. All he saw mirrored in her gaze was fear and hurt and...something he dared not hope he would ever see in her gaze. Negan tore his eyes away from hers.

“I knew you’d try to stop me.”

With that he turned to face his bags again, busying himself with packing up. He hoped she would get the message. He hoped he would hear her leave the home and slam the door behind her, never to come back. Hell, even her yelling at him, telling him he’s an asshole and then vanishing to never come near him again...He was ready for all of it, accepting of whatever her choice was in the end.

What he wasn’t ready for was the feeling of her arms coming around him, embracing him from behind. He felt the wetness of her eyes where she leaned on him while crying, the shake of her body nearly palpable as she bit back sobs.

“You belong here, Negan,” She murmured out with a whisper, “Even if it doesn’t feel like it you...we...I want you here. Please...If no one else does, I do.”

He touched the hand around him, his rough fingers a contrast to her otherwise soft hands as he chuckled, “You don’t want me here, Angel. Promise, there are people who better deserve that cinnamon-sugar heart of yours. Don’t bother giving it to me.”

“You idiot,” She laughed weakly against him, “It was yours from the start, you know that? It always will be, no matter how far away you go...If I can’t come with you, then at least let me...Let me talk with Rick, okay? Let me try, I can-”

“Why do you want me to stay so badly?” The question came out more accusatory than he wanted it to. He had turned to face her now, their eyes locked as his gaze held hers again, this time it was his who was hurt. His eyes shone with a surprise and unknown amalgamation of emotions that brewed behind his face like a storm, lifting Alexy’s heart and dropping it all at once. Her fingers reached out, away from his torso to touch at his cheeks and hold his face close in her fingers. His skin was cold, her touch gentle as he leaned into it without thinking about it.

“Because I…” She swallowed, “I love you.”

He stared. So did she. His heart fluttered in awe and euphoria at the words from her mouth, the twitch of his smile covering up the tears that wanted to fall. They eventually did though, down his cheeks and across his face as he reached out to hug her and bring her close, the kiss they shared wet and salty through both of their eyes.

He said it back only when they parted, the soft “i love yous’ punctuated with kisses as they held one another there for a long moment.

Their plan to convince Rick could be formed later, for now the two relished in their new found mutual adoration. For now, they were the only two people in the world.

For now, there was no awkwardness. Only hope.

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