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f10werfae · 2 years

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How Much Is Too Much?

Pairing:Husband!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Fans retell the best parts of the relationship

Warnings: none

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Henry Cavill Masterlist 💫

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@/loverbunny: Does anyone remember that one Henry Cavill interview where he just kept bringing up Y/n? It’s so cute how his eye twinkles whenever her name’s mentioned and he’s also so proud of her and her career. Saying quote on quote, “i’m proud to be her man”

@/jessicashaw: I had to take my little sister to an appointment to the local hospital and she was literally treated by Dr. Y/n L/n, apparently she was there to cover a random shift? Idk but she was so nice and helpful😭 After the check up she gave my sister SUPERMAN STICKERS?!

@/Ghostedfortoast: I was at the background shoot for one of Henry Cavill's movies and I heard him talking about how his wife was opening a free walk in clinic for the homeless, and I swear I saw that man's heart get a boner

@/thereallife: I saw Cavill at an award show, and I kid you not mid award show, he saw his wife was arriving outside the venue. This man walked back outside and accompanied her in through the red carpet, and since all the photographers had left. HE WAS KNEELING JUST TO GET HER ANGLES RIGHT WHEN TAKING HER PICS

@/beesnothoney: Nah because in Henry's new interview, actually lemme just quote this man, “My wife is so amazing, she was actually my medic on set, so I was around her all the time. It was brilliant, I loved it” AND THEN HIS CO STAR WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW MUCH NOISE WOULD BE COMING FROM HENRY'S TRAILER KILLS ME.

@/leavemealone: I work in Pull&Bear and I saw Henry and Y/n walk in at around 7pm i’m guessing after her work because she was in scrubs. I think she was trying to buy the new winter jacket we had but the poor girl looked exhausted. Henry had to put it on her and zipped it all the way so it covered her head, AND HE UNZIPPED IT JUST ENOUGH TO KISS HER THEN THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO WOULD PAY UNTIL HE SNEAKILY PASSED ME HIS CARD

@/1990firefly: Henry Cavill came into the build a bear I work and got a dog stuffy and dressed it like a doctor. But here’s the best part. IN AN INTERVIEW Y/N REVEALED HE CALLS HER 'PUP' 😭😭. ➥@/pandalove: I HEARD HE CARRIES THAT BEAR WHEN HE TRAVELS ABROAD WITHOUT HERR🥹

@/jumpinglacks: My mum once worked a shift with Y/n L/n, and said her husband (Hen obvs) came during their break to bring her out for lunch. I hate being single.

@/tiredturtleegg: I saw the Cavill couple out in town yesterday, kid you not he was feeding her the spaghetti and anytime she’d reach for her fork he’d slap it away 🥲

@/denisethemenace: Anyone remember when Y/n L/n first revealed she was pregnant, and the reason she found out was because Cavill realised her tits had grown bigger. This man never fails to surprise me ➥ @/livingfreedead: DONT FORGET HE SAID HE WAS JUST DOING HIS REGULAR TOUCH UP OMG😭‼️

@/greekathenanice: Y/n just said in her 73 questions video that whenever their son can’t sleep, he reads her anatomy books and tries to teach Henry things about the body. This kid is like 4. How.

@/floralflower: Whenever you think about settling for less. Remember that when Y/n was pregnant Henry literally sewed her scrubs that would fit her then drove her to and from work☝️

@/letmeliveplease: Henry Cavill gushing over his wife’s maternity photos during a Buzzfeed interview, is everything. That man started tearing up because he loves her so much, NO MAN COULD EVER COMPARE

@/treatsweet: Henry revealing that Y/n only likes to bathe with him now is so cute, apparently it’s because that’s the only time the baby decides to kick and be active

@/HenryCavill: Y/n refuses to talk to me because I forgot to buy her cookie dough ice cream on the way home. This is my public apology. I’m sorry pup, please let me back into the bedroom, I want a hug. ➥@/DrY/nL/N-Cavill: Yeah okay. Your son (and I) Misses you. Love you♥️

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wing-ed-thing · 10 months

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Konoha 12 with Children Going Through the Same Trauma They Did

Tags/Warnings: Body Image Issues, Grief, Mental Health Topics, Reader Insert, No Reader Pronouns, Mild Physical Abuse (Sorry Sasuke would punt you)

Notes: Boruto who? BORUTO DOESN’T EXIST FOR THESE HEADCANONS.

𓆃 Choji - Body Image

Easily the best at knowing what to say. He’s been struggling with his body image his entire life and has a wonderful grasp on what health specific to his clan looks like.

Choji strives to make topics surrounding weight and body shape normal and neutral in the household, so if you're asking about weight, it’s because some other stupid kid said something.

You are always reminded of your spirit, skills, and capacity for kindness rather than your looks.

Choji ensures that your home is a positive and safe place to talk about anything.

𓆃 Hinata - Finding a Voice

Hinata has always been a very patient person and knows how hard it is to break out of one’s shell. As a parent, she provides a space for you to be heard and to feel safe.

Hinata believes that you can’t force things when it comes to your growth and tries to nurture you until you have the strength to do it on your own.

Not to say that she doesn’t give a little push now and then. Hinata herself always regretted the amount of time it took for her to take chances and be vulnerable with friends, so she gives gentle nudges and reassurance when she can.

𓆃 Ino - Normalcy and Loss

A part of Ino always wanted to be a normal girl. There was a balance between civilian life and shinobi life that she couldn’t quite strike, especially when responsibility was thrust onto her so young.

She’ll want to go out with you often, whether it’s getting sweet drinks, getting your nails painted, asking for the friend-group gossip, or other fun activities.

A part of her craves getting more of those experiences in her youth, but she very much wants you to have those experiences for yourself and to have a consistent parent who “gets you.”

She definitely tries too hard at times— it’s embarrassing sometimes— but she means well.

𓆃 Kiba - Bein’ a Guy

Kiba always had a loud bark, but when it came down to it, he didn’t meet all the goals he intended to meet.

Being the energetic guy he is, he will be rooting for you from day one. Sometimes, you feel he gets more excited about projects and accomplishments than you.

Kiba is always celebrating you and always bragging about you. He’s proud of you that you have goals— big or small— but more than anything, he wants you to live your life in a way that makes you happy.

If you’re happy, Kiba is dragging you out for celebratory ice cream.

𓆃 Lee - Bullying and Inadequacy

Ehm. I mean, he means well?

You see, Gai took a very tough love approach with Lee meaning that Lee thinks if you push hard enough, you’ll find fulfillment... and that’s not for everyone.

He’s also not great with his words. Every so often, he’ll say something encouraging, but sometimes he’s just emotionally clueless.

If anything, you’ll always be celebrated for your uniqueness and what makes you you.

Lee genuinely wants only what’s best for you; his pure intentions are always clear.

𓆃 Naruto - Isolation

Poor Naruto, seeing you isolated would probably make him so sad. And angry, for that matter! Naruto isn’t above punting some jerk kid who made you mad (which probably isn’t great for the Hokage).

He’s a little goofy in the sense that he’ll probably take an over-interest in the things you enjoy. He’ll insist that you do things that interest you together.

He’s also really into pep talks and giving unsolicited advice (that probably isn’t really that great).

Naruto would totally give you pocket money to enjoy a meal if he’s busy.

𓆃 Neji - Unfair Family Dynamic

Well, first of all, Neji isn’t letting this happen.

I’m struggling to write a headcanon because Neji wouldn’t allow this. He wouldn’t allow the secondary-branch stuff to happen.

He’d be a fierce advocate for you, even before birth. But Neji is such a grumpy dad. The affection is there; it’s just through action.

He’s also not very good with words, so the affirmation is straightforward, but he would go to war for you.

𓆃 Sakura - Inadequacy

Your two best friends are also gods, huh? Sakura knows how that is, and she’s probably picked up on it before you tell her.

She’s reticent about things and always seems to tell you exactly what you need at that moment. Sakura is very encouraging, helping you problem-solve to figure out what your strengths and passions are.

She suggests that you pursue those, admiring your accomplishments, whether big or small.

𓆃 Sasuke - Having your family murdered in front of your very own eyes Going Down a Troubled Path

Yikes. Don’t go down a Troubled Path ™ while Sasuke is around.

I’m sorry. If you tried to leave the village, Sasuke wouldn’t be above punting you. I’m just the messenger.

Sasuke would be there for you, or at least try to, but as another shinobi who’s not great with words, he’d usually end up looming.

Maybe there are times when he can see your anger, and you can achieve a nice, quiet moment with him, but Sasuke will drag you out of darkness no matter what it takes.

𓆃 Shikamaru - Losing a Sensei

Shikaku knew best, and that’s what Shikamaru does with you. He’s straight to the point, not very into hugs or anything like that, but he does have an eye on you emotionally.

Shikamaru already knows, and he drives straight to the point, unarming you so that you have a space to feel your grief.

𓆃 Shino - Losing a Sibling-like Person

Another quiet Dad. He just wants what’s best for you too.

It’s all about the memories and the momentos. Shino would encourage you to cope and heal at your own rate but not forget the person important to you.

Shino would be there with you in your grief but ensure the focus remained on you. You would have space, and Shino would show his love and support through small gestures.

𓆃 Tenten - Bein’ a Gal

Tenten stuck a nice balance in her life, and she wants to pass that on to you too! Maybe you’re not the flashiest ninja in your grade, but Tenten is already working with you on a strategy on how to improve that thing you like!

Never for a second has Tenten treated you like something to be overlooked. Anything you want to do, you do!

Zero hesitation. Mention one idea to her; she’s already helping you put it in motion. To her, there’s nothing worth overlooking in the first place.

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cherthegoddess · 9 months

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His Sunshine

Summary: Who knew a girl with such bright waves could catch the storminess of Bucky's eyes.

Pairing: BuckyxSuperhero!Reader

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 3.1k

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A/N: Heyyy everyone and welcome to my very first One-Shot! I really hope you enjoy it. I'm super excited for everyone to read it! Thank you so much to @novanitee for the dividers!

His Sunshine

Bucky was already exhausted from the day and it was barely 11. He did his early morning run with Steve and Sam. He tried to avoid Tony to the best of his ability. Got unfortunately caught, with that one Parker kid. And now some alien losers decided that today was a fantastic day to try to invade the Earth for whatever reason. He just wanted to return to his bed, read some books, and be away from everyone, but luck was not on his side. He dodged the punches being thrown his way landing a few with his metal one. There just seemed to be too many. He watched as Steve killed one with a few more coming behind him. Bucky ran to help him swiftly getting away from the debris of the battle. He pulled a gun out of his holster when he knew he wouldn’t get there in time, killing two and alarming Steve of their presence. He fought back-to-back with Steve. This battle wouldn’t be over for hours. Every time they killed one another popped up and every Avenger they could gather was there.

Not long after the brush of defeat was starting to come into the air, a few of the aliens were screaming in pain from suddenly being lit on fire, others having branches growing out of their noses. The UFO that was in the air was being broken down piece by piece. The Avengers searched for their unknown hero. “Heyy guys sorry I’m late” Their heads quickly turned to the sky looking at the woman in the air wearing all blue, her identity hidden with a mask. The woman salutes before finishing off the rest of the aliens with bursts of fire, winds, and poor plants that have seen the back and front ends of the aliens. Bucky watched in awe with the others at her speed and effectiveness, all while not even lifting a finger. The others gathered in a small huddle and the woman began to finally hit the ground in front of them. “Whew! Those aliens were really something huh?” Their eyes train behind her as the city begins to rebuild itself. The woman looks behind her to see what they are staring at. “How in the…” She laughs. Waving her hand. “Oh, that’s me! Just doing a little cleanup!” Bucky looks at Steve confused, Steve shrugs his shoulders in response before stepping up. “Ma’am, who are you and where did you come from?” The woman grins. “Oh, my god. The Captain America is talking to me! Sorry, who am I, was your first question right? I’m Y/n. I don’t exactly have a cool superhero name yet. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to pick one, especially with two powers, you gotta honor both. Sorry, I’m rambling! Second question, I’m from Harlem born and bred. I was actually building up the courage to come to tell you guys about me and hopefully become an Avenger, but then you know aliens! Now I’m here!” The woman, who long-windedly, explained her name to be Y/n finally finished with a proud grin on her face. “Okay, Scrappy doo, how did you do all of this?” Tony motions to the buildings that were freshly repaired. “I would love to explain, but repairing buildings and fighting aliens is kind of a draining task, is it possible we could go to the tower? I can explain everything there especially if you want to test me to see all the cool things I can do as well?” They eyed each other, Bucky more weary of Y/n. She was too… nice. Too happy even after being in the face of danger. And even more worrisome, she was powerful. “Fine, kid, but you have to stay by Barnes’ side until we get there, we don’t trust you quite yet,” Bucky’s eyes shoot to Tony glaring harshly even after Steve places a hand on him so he doesn’t say anything. Y/n’s eyes for the first time since her appearance, meet his, she grins and waves. She makes her way over to him. He rolls his eyes at her cheeriness. Tony tells F.R.I.D.A.Y to send a quadjet.

“I’ve never seen anything like this! An Elementalist and you’re telekinetic! People should definitely be scared of you, Scrapy!” Tony exclaimed after running a physical on Y/n. Bucky, Steve, and Nat were watching from a window, while Peter, Tony, and Bruce were in the room with her. “Yeah! How did you get your powers, Y/n?” As she began explaining her story about how she got her powers, (which she got after almost drowning in a lake full of alien artifacts) Bucky still had a sour look on his face. “What’s wrong pal?” Steve asked. “I don’t know, man. I just don’t trust her. She comes out of nowhere with all these powers. And her happiness and all that positivity. No one‘s that good.” Bucky grumbles out. “Bucky, not everyone is after us. She literally saved us all,” Bucky watched as Nat rolled her eyes at him. He shook his head. It was just something about her that he couldn’t put his finger on. She was just pure sunshine but he could see clouds behind her eyes.

It had been 4 weeks since Y/n had moved into the tower. 4 weeks of everyone saying how much they loved her, 4 weeks of her constant humming and singing, 4 weeks of Bucky avoiding her as much as possible. Every room that she was in he left, and every word spoken to him by her was ignored. He watched from afar as everyone enjoyed her company as he isolated himself even more from her. No matter how much he enjoyed looking at her he couldn’t find himself to get close to her.

“Peter! I will not shoot ice at you to see if you could dodge it! You will not have Tony or Aunt May breathing down my neck if you get hurt!” Peter and Y/n got close when she arrived. She was about 4-5 years older than him and she treated him like a little brother. Bucky, however, teased Peter (even more than usual) about him flirting with Y/n. “Y/n/n, I promiseee, I’ll be okay! Plus I heal fast!” Peter exclaimed. Bucky sighed as he realized that he had to walk past the two in the living room to get to his destination of Steve’s room. Bucky begins to walk swiftly. Peter notices realization hitting his eyes. “I train with Bucky all the time! You can just ask him!” Bucky groans internally the two looking at him for confirmation. “Kid leave me out of your drama” The storm in Y/n’s eyes began to brew in disappointment. An urge to make that sunshine come back. He sighs, “Don’t throw ice at the kid, he bruises easily,” He turns and continues on his journey, not before hearing her whisper. “Peter, I can’t believe he actually talked to me! Maybe he’d finally give me a chance!” He rolls his eyes and knocks on Steve’s door.

Fury finally let Y/n go on missions 5 months into her stay. It was her fourth mission and of course, Bucky was the one who was a part of the team that would go with her. He had successfully avoided joining her until now. Luckily everything was going well, for the most part, a simple infiltration of one of Hydra’s bases by getting information from their computers. They had all split up and somehow Y/n ended up paired with Bucky. He guessed it was some sort of plan from Steve to get the two closer. Y/n was surprisingly very tech-savvy and was placed in charge of hacking the first computer to make it easier for Nat and Steve to get access to the others. It was easy until it wasn’t. Everything happened so fast and she was distracted and Bucky so stupidly wanted to keep as much distance as possible from her rays. So before he could get to her a shot ran out hitting her side and making her fall to the ground. Bucky ran quickly the Hydra agents getting wrapped in vines in response to Y/n’s pain. Bucky called into his comms for help, his hands on the wound. “Y/n, Sunshine can you get up?” His voice was soft surprising even himself. “Yeah, yeah, I just need to- grow some vines to keep myself alive. I think that’s all I can get my powers to do right now.” her voice is breathy and light. “Okay Sunshine, I got you.” Bucky watched as Y/n begin to grow vines around her body protecting it from any harm she may face. Her light eyes began to close, Bucky picking her vine-covered body when he saw Steve and Nat rushing their way. “Is she okay? What’s going on?” Bucky held her close. “She covered herself in vines to protect herself. I should’ve been protecting her” Bucky said with a whisper. Nat and Steve look at Bucky and then at each other. “She’s going to be okay Bucky. This isn’t your fault. We need to get to the quadjet before more come.” Bucky didn’t say a word but made his way to the door.

Bucky didn’t leave her side not once since they got back to the tower. He watched closely as they took her out of his arms and into surgery. He was there every step of the way. Something clicked for him. All of his distrust dissipated the second the bullet pierced her skin. He promised himself from that day forward he would always protect her. It had been a week since he saw the sunshine that was slightly covered by storm clouds. He would sit as everyone came to check on her, bringing her favorite flowers and teddy bears. The shot was almost fatal but luckily Y/n’s vines did some of the healing for her. Chamomile and echinacea grew around her wound. The doctors promised that she would wake up soon but even with that promise Bucky stayed.

Bucky squeezed her soft hand. “Sunshine you gotta wake up for me. I miss your eyes. Everyone misses you. Please come back to us, to me.” He whispers to her. He sighs when she doesn’t move. He gets comfortable in his chair again and begins to hum You Are the Sunshine of My Life by Stevie Wonder, a song that he heard Sam and Y/n singing the other week. He didn’t tell anyone but he had the song on repeat for weeks and it reminded him of her. “I didn’t know, you like Stevie Wonder,” Bucky’s closed eyes popped open at the sign of her voice. He took over to her laying form to see Y/n’s smile and bright eyes. “Hey Bucky,” He had to hold himself back from hugging. “Hey. Are you alright? Do you need some water? I’ll go-” An angelic laugh broke his rambling. “I’m okay, Buck. I promise.” Before he could say anything else Dr. Chen entered. “I knew I heard a familiar voice in here. How are you Y/n?” She gave the same response she told Bucky. “That’s good, hopefully now that you’re up, Bucky will leave and go take a shower for the first time in a week.” Dr. Chen laughed. Bucky’s eyes downcasted. “I’ll leave you guys to it. I’ll be back after your check-up,” He left the room swiftly, heading to take a shower. He was so relieved that she was up. He had never seen her eyes shine so bright.

Ever since Y/n woke up his and her relationship had taken a complete 180. They hung out all the time, had *platonic* reading dates, and watched all the movies that Bucky had yet to see. Everyone was shocked to see Bucky’s complete change in mood. It had been 3 months since Y/n fully recovered, and it was almost time for Tony’s annual Christmas pajama party. He had never seen Y/n more excited in his life. She loved Christmas. She explained that it was because she lost all of her family, and Bucky found out why all the clouds were there. There was also something else that he learned while being with her, that he was slowly falling in love with her. Steve tried many times to get him to tell her. But Bucky convinced himself that no one that bright could possibly like him back let alone love him. Little did he know she did.

He was waiting on the couch with Tony, Steve, Vision, Peter, Thor, Clint, Sam, and Pepper when he heard a series of giggles come rushing into the room. There was his Sunshine burning brighter than ever. Y/n was adorable in a bright yellow bear onesie which she somehow convinced everyone else to participate in. He ended up being a cloudy one which got some teasing from Sam, but he didn’t care because it got her to smile. Y/n plopped herself right next to Bucky where he had a cup of hot cocoa with extra marshmallows waiting for her. “Thanks, Buck!” She said with a kiss on his cheek. Over time it became a habit of her that Bucky couldn’t complain about. Tony stood up when everyone sat down. “Now that everyone is here, let the fun and festivities begin,” Tony said with a clap and everyone cheered. “Our first activity is a gingerbread building contest. Get into pairs and may the best team win,” Bucky and Y/n of course paired up, and they almost won the contest but Vision and Wanda cheated by using their powers.

They also did hide and seek which Y/n won, they decorated the tree, did some Christmas karaoke and now finally they were doing some drinking and talking well until Tony spoke up. “I have a game for us to play… 7 minutes in Heaven!” A few people groaned. “Tony isn’t that a bit childish,” Steve asked. Tony winked at him. “Yes it is but it’s also fun. So everyone writes their name on a piece of paper and then you’ll pick a name, and then heaven!” Tony exclaimed. Everyone sighed but did it anyways. Tony took two of his old helmets (one for boys and one for girls) and moved them around the room as they placed their papers in. Tony shook the helmets to mix the names. Everyone grabbed a name except Clint and Sam. Bucky’s widened in shock when he saw his person. Y/n, his sunshine. He looked at Y/n to see her reaction and there was a smile on her face. Disappointment crossed his mind, she liked someone else. Who could it be? Probably that Spiderkid. He thought. The first to go was Thor who picked Nat. They were both slightly disheveled after they left the room. Nat got Steve, Steve got Wanda, Wanda got Vision, Vision got Pepper who did absolutely nothing with a threat from Tony, Pepper got Tony, Tony got Carol Tony got threatened by Pepper, and Carol got Peter who was shaking and nervous before he entered.

Bucky and Y/n were the only ones to not get anything. “Since Peter also got Carol that means, Bucky and Y/n got each other,” Nat said excitedly. Everyone had a knowing grin on their face as Y/n pulled him up into the closet. Before Bucky could fully close the door, Steve mouthed ‘Tell her’. He shook his head. Some string lights were hanging around the room so each person could have some light. Tony yelled that he started the timer. “So,” They said at the same time after a moment of silence. They both laugh quietly. “You go first,” Bucky said. He could tell that she was nervous as she played with a loose string of her onesie. “Bucky, I-” Bucky began to worry. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to Sunshine.” She sighed finally looking him in the eyes. “Bucky it’s not that. I just have something to tell you.” Bucky nodded his head hope slightly filling him. “Bucky, I like you. And I have since I’ve shown up here, but you avoided me when I first got here, so I figured there was no way that you could possibly like me back, but then the whole me getting shot thing happened. And you actually started showing interest in me, but I thought it was just because I was hurt, no matter how much Nat, Wanda, and Peter tried to convince me. There’s no way someone as wonderful as you could like me. You’re literally perfect, Buck. I-” Her words fell flat when Bucky covered her lips with hers. He could feel her shock before she settled into the kiss. She pulled back slightly “I guess I was completely wrong huh?” she said teasingly, her lips now slightly bruised from the kiss. “You couldn’t have been more wrong Sunshine. I’m not the perfect one it’s you. I didn’t think you could ever love someone like me. I’ve literally killed people, Sunshine.” Bucky shook his head before she could protest. “Y/n I’m so sorry for how I treated you when you got here. I’ve never met someone who brought so much light before and I was scared. I like you too, Y/n and you’ll never have to doubt that ever again, Sunshine.” She grinned before kissing him again deeper and longer this time. After a while, they were interrupted by a knock. “Okay lovebirds, time to get out! We even gave you guys an extra minute” They pulled away quickly when they heard the door begin to open. A few whoops and cheers followed when they saw their warm faces. “So who made the first move?” Tony asked. Y/n hid in Bucky’s shoulder as a few people groaned. “Y/n/n, you were supposed to let the old man tell you first ‘cause he’s old fashioned,” Nat said with a groan sliding Tony, Steve, and Wanda $100. Sam and Clint doing the same. “You guys did not bet on us!” Y/n exclaimed. Tony shrugged, “What can I say? I believe in you, Y/n.” The group laughed as Y/n playfully shot water at them all. Bucky kissed her head.

The group turned on Home Alone after a while of teasing Bucky and Y/n and drinking spiked hot cocoa. Y/n was cuddled up on his side giggling as one of the bad guys got hit with an iron. He wasn’t watching the movie at all he was watching her. He kissed her forehead, snuggling closer to her. “My Sunshine”

Fin

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writtenonreceipts · 7 months

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Rowaelin Month Day Twenty Two: Magic/Shifting Lessons with the Kids @rowaelinscourt

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Father and Son

The screams were what drew Rowan’s attention first.

He couldn’t scent any blood so he knew it wasn’t terribly urgent. Nor could he scent any pain either. But when his children were involved, it was best to put an end to screaming as soon as possible. The last time he and Aelin had tried to let them scream it out the entire west wing of the palace had nearly been destroyed.

So, Rowan picked up his pace as he rounded the corner down to the practice yard where he knew his two oldest should have been working on their sword formations. He came face to face with a young soldier instead, likely on his way to find him or Aelin.

“Ah, your highness,” the young fae said. He bowed shortly, refusing to meet Rowan’s gaze. “The children--”

“Are causing problems again, aren’t they?” Rowan finished. The soldier’s eyes only widened to a comical size. “I’ll see to them.”

Without saying anything else, he swept past the soldier and out to the yard. It indeed was chaos.

Two of the practice dummies had been obliterated. Hay streaked in every direction, barrels overturned, and Meiri stood center of it all. Her blonde hair was, as always, in disarray, and her tunic mussed up. She pointed her wooden practice sword at a crate where Rowan could just make out Finlay hiding behind.

Oh good. They were getting along swimmingly.

“Come out, Finlay!” Meiri shouted. She was sixteen and well on her way to taking over the world. “You can’t hide behind that.”

“You’re cheating.” Finlay, nearly fifteen, kept his position with his own practice sword clutched in his hands.

Rowan could at least pride himself on the fact he insisted they not use real weapons on each other unless he, Lorcan, or Aedion were present.

“I’m not cheating!”

“Are too!”

“You can use magic too, if you actually tried!”

Meiri’s words were not meant to be cruel exactly, but she was young and confident and could be rather arrogant in her own abilities. Exactly like her mother. And Rowan knew how Finlay would take the words all the same.

He waited until Meiri finally noticed him.

“Da!” she exclaimed. “Would you please tell Fin this isn’t how you fight. He’s embarrassing himself, really.”

“Stand down, Meir,” Rowan said. He dipped his chin at his daughter who frowned, but lowered the wooden sword all the same.

Rowan nodded in approval before going to the crate where Fin was still hiding behind. It wasn’t often that the lad acted like this. He was indeed proud and hated displaying weakness of any sort. But he was also still young and barely coming into maturity. Rowan could only guess what was going on in his son’s head. So he eased himself onto the ground right beside Fin, crossing his arms over his knees in a relaxed position.

Finlay groaned. “Oh, would you just leave me alone?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and banged his head against the crate.

“I’m the only one equipped to handle the two of you when you get like this,” Rowan reminded his son.

“Meiri’s insane,” Fin hissed.

“I heard that!” Meiri shouted from behind them.

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Not now, Meiri.”

His words were followed by a huff and stomping feet. Rowan waited a bit longer until he knew Meiri had fully retreated to the weapons room. He looked at his son.

Finlay was a near replica of Rowan himself. Silver hair, tan skin, and green eyes. Though…Rowan would swear Fin’s eyes changed on occasion. No matter. It was still a bit disconcerting at times to remember the fact that he, Rowan Whitethorn, had a son. Even if he’d had over a decade to get used to the fact.

“What happened?” Rowan asked. “Couldn’t summon ice or couldn’t aim?”

Fin said nothing as she stretched his long legs out before him.

“By the looks of it, you got a bit out of control?” Rowan pressed.

Fin banged his head against the crate again.

“It’s hard to control early on,” Rowan said, he tried to channel the way his own father trained him and not what he had learned trapped in Maeve’s oath. “Even harder when you’re still growing into yourself, maturing--”

“Stop talking da,” Fin said, finally looking at him. It was more like a glare but Rowan would take it.

He smothered a grin and knocked his shoulder with Fin’s. “It’s alright to struggle with your magic. But you can’t let your temper control you.”

Fin scowled. “I don’t let it control me.”

“Then why will we need to have the servants make new practice dummies?” Rowan asked. He didn’t want to embarrass his son or make this situation worse than it could potentially be. But sometimes you had to press and dig to get the answers you wanted. “Seems like something happened.”

Fin kept his eyes trained forward to an alcove across the practice yard. It was left in afternoon shadows but was as innocuous a place as any to train your attention when avoiding confrontation.

For a moment, Rowan wondered if he should call Aelin here. She’d struggled with controlling her magic and it hadn’t been centuries since that happened. Unlike with Rowan. He could still remember the vague sense of frustration, but it truly had been an age since he’d struggled so much.

“Finlay,” Rowan began as she stretched his legs out before him. “Sometimes, getting better at something takes longer than we think it will, but that doesn’t mean we give up on it.”

Fin continued scowling. “Meiri teases me for losing control. I’m trying, I’m trying really hard, da.”

It was true that Meiri’s magic had always come easily to her, that she didn’t struggle with it, that it was simply a natural extension of her being. And even though Fin had displayed his magic early on--he’d always had a difficult time reigning it in.

“That’s just Meiri,” Rowan sighed. “But she is your sister, and you do actually have to talk to her about things. Or we can have one big family dinner and talk about what it’s like to grow up and change.”

“No!” Fin shouted, grabbing the front of Rowan’s shirt. “That’ll just make it worse.”

Rowan chuckled, unable to help it. He stood and offered a hand to Fin.

“C’mon then,” he said. “I helped train your mother. I can help train you too.”

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not ready to try tagging again... but as always, thanks for reading friends

#rowaelin #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelinmonth #rowaelinmonth2023 #throne of glass #tog #throne of glass fanfiction #fanfic

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uniquevoidflowers · 6 months

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This is based off of @la-sera's art! Here's the link to the art piece:

tw blood and temporary character death:

“SAILOR!” Warriors yelled as he shielded himself from a Moblin.

He saw the sailor crumple to the ground, the monster looking proud of itself. The captain saw red. Without thinking he dashed to the beast that dared to hurt Wind, his massive blue scarf trailing behind him. His sword ripped through the monster guts and flesh. The monster was dead in mere seconds. A cry from a different monster alerted Warriors and he swiftly dodged an attack. In blind rage he tore at each beast ferociously. Each swing was feral and had no real training attached to it, unlike all the other times the captain fought. The rest of the battle was a blur, but all the enemies dropped to he ground eventually. That was when Warriors realized he had left Wind bleeding on the battleground. “NO!” He shouted, internally cursing at himself.

The captain rushed to the sailor and saw that Wind was on his hands and knees shakily trying to get up but stumbling and falling limply back on the ground. Crimson red liquid was soaking the wet ground beneath the sailor and Warriors stomach churned. Wind hiccuped miserably and Warriors pulled the kid up in his arms and grabbed his long scarf. He wrapped it around Wind and felt the bitter and freezing air, but he didn’t care at all. He just kept holding on tight to the sailor, applying as much pressure as he could as his hands were slowly being covered in red. “Wars…You’re shaking…” Wind said quietly.

Warriors gave a hollow chuckle at the kid’s worry. “I just…feel cold, I’m fine.”

“You liar.” Wind accused, and then coughed suddenly, thick blood starting to gush out of his nose and mouth.

Warriors gripped the kid tighter, eyes going wide. He knew there wasn’t much he could do since they didn’t have any fairies or potions or…really any supplies with them. His mouth opened but nothing came out.

“Wars?”

“Yes, Wind?”

“If I don’t make it—“

“Wind, stop.”

The captain couldn’t bear the thought of that. Letting the kid…

“Please…Wars…” Wind gave a weak cough.

“…Okay, Wind.” Warriors relented.

“If I don’t make it through this…Tell Aryll I’m sorry…I wasn’t a good big brother to her.” Wind demanded, breaking off with a shudder.

There was a small smile on the kid’s face as tears poured from his eyes. “Hey now, I don’t think she would want that. I know that she would disagree with you.” Warriors tried.

He remembered the time they were at Wind’s Hyrule and Aryll had pulled the captain aside to talk about something.

“You make sure Link stays safe and comes home alive and in one piece, m’kay? He’s the best big brother I could’ve asked for, and I don’t want anything to happen to him!”

“Wars…please…”

“Fine, I will.”

Warriors didn’t know if he was lying or not. Wind inhaled shakily and then gave a forced exhale. The captain looked down at the kid and his worry only grew.

Was…was the sailor truly going to die here? In battle? In a different era, a faraway land that is so far away from his loved ones? No…No…Warriors couldn’t let that happen. It hurt the captain deeply to see Wind’s tiny smile in this moment. Couldn’t the kid see how much he was worth to his sister, to his friends and brothers?

Or did Warriors fail?

“Wars…”

Warriors flinched and looked at the kid. “Yeah?”

“I-I don’t wanna die.” Wind admitted, his voice growing more agitated.

“Hey, bud, you won’t. I-I’ll make sure you stay alive.” Warriors tried to reassure, his heart shattering into pieces for the poor sailor.

Wind didn’t say anything and just weakly held on to the captain’s scarf. A small sob turned into painful bawling and Warriors didn’t know what to do. Could he move with Wind to find the chain? Warriors didn’t know where the group had gone off to so it might take too long. But then again if Warriors didn’t find help soon the sailor would be gone. After hearing another sickly cough, the captain made a decision. “Sailor, I have a plan, okay? We’re going to try and find help and get you all fixed up.” Warriors informed him.

“M’kay.”

The captain slowly sat up while gently holding the kid in his arms. The droplets of rain that were falling from the sky soaked the kid’s hair and tinier droplets slid unto Wind’s face. At this point Warriors couldn’t differentiate between tears and the rain. But he had no more time to dawdle so he started walking, but it felt too slow. He glanced back down upon the sailor and then his expression twisted into anguish. The kid looked to be in so much pain. “Wars…I don’t…I don’t think I’ll…I don’t think I’ll make it.” Wind whimpered.

“Wind…”

“M’sorry.”

The captain’s eyes flashed with despair. “No…I’ll-I’ll find help and you’ll make it.”

“How?”

Warriors choked again like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. How could reassure the kid when he didn’t know that himself? “Captain…”

Warriors swallowed back the feeling of his heart being torn from his chest and bile rising up his now dry throat. He was supposed to be the captain, the commander, the leader even…he was supposed to protect the kid from the unfair reality of being a hero, but here he was feeling like an idiot. Wind made a sad noise and something inside of the captain broke. Slow steps turned into the fastest sprinting as Warriors heart pounded out of his chest. “Hang in there Tune.”

Wind didn’t give a response but Warriors had managed to ignore that.

His legs ached as he had to slow down. He panted heavily and all but collapsed on the ground. How long had he been running through this goddess-forsaken forest, was a question he couldn’t answer. Warriors looked tiredly at the sailor that was bundled in his arms and let out a gasp. “Wind, Wind, open your eyes. Please.”

The kid looked lifeless as he hung limply in the captain’s grasp. “Wind, don’t do this to me. This isn’t funny.” Warriors said, trembling as he searched for a pulse.

But there was none. “Damn it Wind!” Warriors yelled and let go of the body as his shoulders shook.

H e

H a d

F A I L E D

A raw scream rang throughout the air. The sky thundered harshly as Warriors weeped uncontrollably. His vision was beginning to blur as thick tears gushed out of his eyes and sad noises escaped his throat. Why, why did it have to be Wind? The bright expressive sailor whom everyone had a soft spot for. “Please, sailor, Link, wake up. Tell me this is all just a prank of yours.” Warriors begged, shaking the corpse desperately.

In his mind he knew that the kid was dead but his heart wouldn’t listen. “Link don’t….don’t do this to me!” Warriors shouted.

He heard some light footsteps behind him and jerked around, his hand immediately touching the hilt of his sword. His eyes darted around to see a horde on enemies charging through. His eyes widened and making a quick decision, he fled with the corpse in his bloody arms. “C’mon sailor…we’re…we’re going to make it okay?”

He knew he was talking to a dead kid but he couldn’t stop the words of reassurance flying out of his mouth. He narrowly dodged a bash on the head as he continued to rush across the forest. He pushed away branches and the rain and his tears were making it hard to see properly. The captain could hear the footsteps growing closer and closer and began to panic. His legs were still exhausted and he couldn’t run forever. “Damn it…” He muttered.

A Moblin appeared and tossed its club around menacingly. Warriors could feel red creeping into his vision once more, as he was reminded of why Wind was now….

He leapt at the monster, sword raised, and the air carried him but he just flew past the Moblin and something snagged his tunic. He let out a cry as he fell to the ground. The Moblin seemed to be…laughing at him…Further fueled, the captain rushed back to the enemy and managed to impale the beast, black blood now dripping all over his sword. The Moblin cried out and its red eyes fixated on Warriors. It ran at Warriors and managed to land continuous blows on him. Eventually the captain shoved the Moblin off of him and impaled him again. The Moblin dropped dead. Warriors spat blood out of his mouth and picked up the sailor again. “It’d be a lot more easy if you’d just wake up.” He murmured.

He could just imagine the sailor responding with something like, “Too bad.”

Warriors almost waited for Wind’s lip to begin to move and start talking. But he reminded himself that there were more monsters coming for him and he sighed and started running again. But he didn’t last very long. Too soon, he was out of breath and blood was rushing out of his nose and his mouth. “W…What?” He said.

Suddenly his legs gave out and he started seeing dancing black dots. What was going on? It was just a club that the Moblin was holding earlier…or was it?

O r w a s i t?

“CAPTAIN!”

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“What—we— ”

A groan escaped Warriors as he slowly opened his eyes. When he managed to do that he was met with only light. “Wind’s—he’ll—okay?”

What…?

Wind…Wind…

Warriors gasped and tried to sit up, his arms shaking like they were just barely holding up his weight. “War—Wa—s?”

Who was talking? What were they saying? Warriors blinked confusedly and tried to comprehend everything. What was the last thing he remembered? The Moblin….the rain….the blood….Wind….

He managed to grasp the arm of somebody. “W-Where’s the…the kid?”

“He’s—okay—don’t worry.”

But how was that possible? He had seen the sailor’s chest still and he had seen the sailor’s blood all over him and the ground. “H…How?” Warriors asked.

There were a few moments of silence. “That’s—for—different—”

Warriors furrowed his eyebrows wondering why his ears weren’t picking up everything properly. “———————Rest.”

He obliged and his head lolled back on the surface he was on. His eyes fluttered closed and he took a steady breath as sleep enveloped him.

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Each time he woke up was a blur. The captain remembered swallowing something, fuzzy voices, and his heart pounding against his chest. While he was unconscious nightmares of Wind dying haunted him. When he had recovered enough he was able to understand what was going on around him. “Has Wind woken up yet?” Twilight murmured.

Warriors shot up and looked at the rancher with confusion. “Well Warriors certainly has.” Time chuckled.

“W-wind?” Warriors said.

Time sighed. Warriors started fearing the worst, had they not managed to save him? Were they lying or had he been dreaming when they said the sailor was okay? “He’s just resting right now, and….getting better.” Time said choosing his words very carefully.

“WIND GET BACK HERE!” Someone yelled.

Suddenly the kid came around the corner and into the room, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. Wind was in a different tunic that Warriors didn’t quite recognize but there were a few bandages there too. “WARS!” Wind cried out and sprinted towards the captain.

The air was knocked out of his lungs as he was hugged fiercely by the sailor. Warriors took one long look at the kid and started sobbing uncontrollably. Time opened his mouth to protest but Twilight stopped him. Warriors cradled Wind and began mumbling apologies. “What the fuck are you apologizing for?” Wind demanded.

“Language.” Twilight called.

“I-I couldn’t save…I couldn’t save you…I saw you die…a-and…” Warriors broke off.

Wind gave a wet laugh. “You did everything you could. That’s all that matters to me.”

Warriors gave a heartwarming smile as he held the sailor closer, beyond grateful that he was with him. “You scared me.” He accused in a teasing tone.

“No you scared me!” Wind huffed.

“You both scared each other and all the rest of us.” Time said.

There were footsteps pounding outside the door and suddenly the whole chain was there, crashing into the ground. “Get off of me!” Legend yelped.

Once everyone recollected themselves they looked at both Wind and Warriors and gasped happily. “You’re awake!” Sky grinned.

Soon the sailor and the captain were tackled with hugs. Time and Twilight eventually joined in the group hug. Warriors glanced at the kid who was giggling and purposely making the veteran slightly mad at him. Soon everything would be back to normal…

Or so he thought….

#unique writes #oof #*scurries away to do more wips*#tw blood #tw temporary character death #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wind #lu warriors #lu time #lu twilight #others are there but not too too relevant #my writing #linked universe fanfic

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averagemrfox · 2 months

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2 for the ask game for each member of team RWBY!!!!!

Alright I’m home from work and have had time to think

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

First of all this goes for every single one of them and my individual answers might overlap with this we’ll see. I love how much they’ve all grown and persevered! They’ve been through so fucking much both together as a team and separately and have come out on the other side of it. They were kids!! They made bunk beds and had food fights and were starting to figure out the types of people they wanted to be and then got thrust into Remnant’s Worst Divorce™️ and throughout all of it have only grown closer as a team (not friends family!!) and still have hope that they can make the world a better place (Keep moving forward!!!) (They all need therapy tho fr)

Ruby: she’s perfect just the way she is!! This is supposed to be about the canon things I love about these character but god do I want Ruby to see herself as an individual separate from Summer. I think she’s getting there after her talk with the blacksmith. She’s just so accepting of people without hesitation. Penny is a robot? Don’t care new best friend. Little is a talking mouse? Don’t care new best friend pt 2. I’m sure there’s other examples but she’s always so ready to just let people be who they are and I wish she’d give herself that same grace

She’s also just a giant fucking nerd. About weapons about comics about video games

Weiss: 🗣️🗣️I DONT KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE BUT LET ME TELL YOU WHO I AM. I AM THE GRANDDAUGHTER OF A HERO AND THE CHILD OF A VILLAIN. I AM A CITIZEN OF A FALLEN KINGDOM AND AN HEIR TO NOTHING. I WILL NOT BE DEFINED BY MY NAME BECAUSE I WILL BE THE ONE TO DEFINE IT. I AM WEISS SCHNEE AND I AM A HUNTRESS🗣️🗣️

Also I love that she’s canonically a fairly well known (at least in atlas) singer. Now I’m not sure she’d do that by choice based on what we saw in v4 but it’s super cool that that This Life is Mine is canon to remnant because of that. Also Jacques made her sing and she was like alright bet and then roasted him in song on stage in front of all those people and we don’t talk about that enough I think

Blake: I say that’s my baby and I’m really proud

Blake tells Sun she joined the white fang 5 years ago in v2. She was TWELVE she was a BABY!! If I had to give Blake a word the way she gives others a word it would be conviction. She never gives up on what she believes in. And she does her best to support others in doing the same, in v7 she tried to encourage ironwood and in v9 she tried to encourage Ruby poor girl got shut down both times but she tried!!

I also love how Blake is canonically a good artist and would like to see more of that. crwby show us a drawing Blake made of Yang

These:

Yang: this girl can fit so much love in her god. She goes to any and every length to protect the people she loves even if it’s to her own detriment (which someone really needs to have a conversation with her about) the Yellow Trailer tells us straight away that there’s more to her than meets the eye and yet there are people who fell into that trap anyway and criticize her character for “not being fun anymore” as if that isn’t the point!!

She’s so confident and cocky until a pretty girl Blake flirts with her I love the disaster lesbian representation.

She punched god in the tiddies!!! And she’d do it again I bet! Maybe we’ll see her punch one or both of the Brothers next I’d like that

This:

#answered #thanks Stevie!!!#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long

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bellafragolina · 1 year

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I just found your blog and Ive been binge reading the whole thing this entire weekend. I love how you write Ingo and Emmet! and if I may humbly request a drabble about Warden Ingo x a motherly reader who fell through the Rift into Hisui. She dotes on all the village kids, always worrying over Lain and Rei, and is always cooing and fussing over her pokemon.

And the moment she’s introduced to Warden Ingo she just-immediately starts fussing over him. Poor man doesn’t even get out a hello before she’s asking if he is alright, what happened to his coat, when was the last time he slept, etc etc. From then on she’s always making a point to check in on him to make sure his taking care of himself and offers to mend his coat if his alright with her trying to fix it. Just smothers him in affection.

thanks for reading this and hope you have a good day!- Sweetea Anon

Aww! Motherly characters are the best! Very very good!! And thank you!! I’m glad you’re enjoying what I got so far

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Hisui is a dangerous world, and you’ll be damned if the Galaxy Team sends out children with no support. Hell, you’ll be damned if the clans make children wardens without any time to be simply children. You put your mom jeans on (or perhaps just mom pants as denim has yet to be invented) and storm after the kids, Kamado be damned

All the kiddos love you. Akari and Rei lean heavily on you when things grow to be too much. It’s a lot of pressure to withstand, so you always offer them a place to rest their heads and cry their tears without judgement. You feed them too, bandage their wounds, kissing them so they heal faster. Neither really believe the superstition, but their injuries always seem to ache more without your kisses.

Sabi and Lian similarly rely on you. Your visits to their stations are always met with cheers. As much as Lian tries to act grown up, he’s still a young boy, and he often joins Sabi in barreling your over with hugs. The two love you, love that you listen to their rambles and indulge their wants to play. You wrestle them and play pretend so well, always kissing their heads and saying how proud you are of them. It means more to them than you realize

Ingo sees this, before you properly meet. He lingers on the outskirts of your interactions with the children, warmed by how attached to you and your care they seem. When you’re finally introduced by Rei and Akari, Ingo tips his hat to you. You respond by immediately fluttering over and fussing over the bags that hang below his eyes. Ingo flusters from the care, and the kids only laugh as you guide him to your abode for a warm meal and a good night’s sleep

From there, your relation blossoms. You make it your mission to take care of him, and though Ingo worries about you traveling all the way to the Highlands for him, he has to admit he melts at your softest touch. He’s been very alone at his station, so you coming in with your warmth and gentleness, it soothes the ache that seems to never leave Ingo’s heart. He’s quick to grow attached to you, your cooking especially, since his own skills are a little lacking in that area. In return, he finds you rare materials you need, bringing them to you with doed eyes

Every time you visit, before you leave, Ingo takes your hand in his weathered palms, and presses a firm kiss to the valley of your knuckles. His lips are chapped but warm as well, and never fail to make you shudder as they brush the sensitive skin. It makes you ache, a want to kiss him back buried deep within your heart. When the need grows to be too much, you dive foreword, sealing your lips together as he rises from your hand

Ingo jolts, but eagerly leans into you. Finally, he thinks to himself. Now his daydreams of having a family with you don’t feel so shameful

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Ingo is definitely the guy that daydreams about having kids with his crush. Wants to be a dad so bad

~Renee

#warden ingo x reader #ingo x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas x reader

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latenightsimping · 2 years

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Rosie

Summary: Now a father, Eddie reflects on his own childhood as he settles his little girl.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader, dad!eddie

Words: 800

Warnings: fluff, angst (probably? maybe? more reflective than anything), children, babies, crying babies, mentions of deceased mom, mentions of parental neglect, kinda sad but with a good feel to it like a bit bittersweet, just really sweet okay, eddie’s a girldad 100% argue with the wall, not beta read

AN: Never want kids in my life. But occasionally I’ll indulge in the fictional sense of seeing men that I adore just being real good dads. Something something past trauma. Listen it’s like 7am and I haven’t slept and I don’t really have an excuse so here it is. Might do some other bits and pieces about Eddie, Rosie and mom!reader. Okay enjoy (chapter 2 is now up! You can find it here)

Eddie loved his daughter more than anything. He would die for her without question, would kill for her. Ever since he first held her in the hospital, those little brown eyes staring back up at him, she had him wrapped around her little finger.

He still loved her even when she was having a miserable time with colic. He’d promised to do nights, considering he worked late shifts at the music shop and had the ability to sleep in, whereas you took the mornings in the diner. You’d managed to settle her in for the evening, the house finally knowing peace as you went about your routines and got a couple of hours sleep. But his eyes snapped open when he heard the cries over the baby monitor, groaning with exertion as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I got it,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep as he ran a hand over his face and got his legs working.

He shuffled into your daughter’s bedroom, softly cooing as he carefully picked her up and rested her head on his shoulder as he cradled her in his arms. “Oh my poor baby, still feeling rough, huh Rosie?” he whispered, gently shushing her as rubbed her back. Bouncing her softly, he pressed soft kisses to the top of her head as he paced around the nursery, hating that his little girl was crying and there wasn’t any real way to fix it.

“I know baby girl, I know,” he murmured. He began singing under his breath, knowing that usually did the trick. It was always the same that he decided on; your song. The one that played when you first started dating him, you grinning from ear to ear in the passenger seat of his van as you shamelessly belted out the lyrics. The one that he bought on cassette, playing it so often in his van when he drove around town that it become something of a habit as soon as he got in the driver’s seat. The song that he’d put on a mix tape for you, and would often be playing in his bedroom. The song that never failed to make him smile, because it brought back so many good memories.

And now it was the song that he would sing to his baby girl. Holding her in his arms and thanking the heavens that she was his. It took an encore of a Metallica song to finally get her to settle, her cries turning into soft hiccups that finally subsided. Not wanting to push his luck too far, he decided on settling down on the rocking chair in the corner of the room until he was sure she was fast asleep. Taking the time to gently press his lips to the top of her head, smoothing her soft brown curls after each one and taking in the strange solace that the early hours of morning time gave to tell her just how much he loved her.

“My little Rosie Posie,” he whispered, barely audible as he listened to her soft, even breathing. “Daddy loves you so much. I’m always going to be here. Never gonna leave you.”

Eddie didn’t have much of a childhood. His mother tried her best, but she was gone before her time. Sometimes he wondered if she was looking down on him, proud of the man he’d become. Proud that he didn’t turn out like his father; a man that liked his drink too much and was stuck in the revolving door of the judicial system. He’d made a promise to himself a long time ago. If he ever became a father, he would be nothing like his old man. And looking down at his own flesh and blood, he wondered how he did it. How he neglected his child so often thanks to his selfishness that his brother had to take up the mantle of ‘Dad’. He couldn’t even think about doing that to his daughter. Have her grow up like that, always looking for someone to love her and care for her, the rug being pulled from underneath her when she needed stability.

Rosie would never feel like that, not as long as he was around. He’d go to every parent’s evening, every soccer game or band practice, every school play. He would be front and centre, cheering her on and making the most noise so she knew how much he cared.

Rose. It was his mother’s name. And now, it was hers. And when he eventually stood up and carefully put her back into her crib, he took a second to look down at her tiny features and send a prayer to her namesake.

I love you, Mom. Wish you could meet her.

#cw: children #cw:parenthood #cw: bereavement #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson x you #father!eddie munson

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americanwh0resstuff · 2 months

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Snippet: God knows I tried

Snippet: been thinking about this for a while, heavily inspired by fleabag and priest by sierra Simone…

00?

Liz stood awkwardly in the entrance of the sanctuary, the smell of incense and communion wafers stagnant in the air, she wiped her eyes, her mind flashed back to earlier, the crock-pot luck, and that poor dog… the pain in joes voice, the look on everyone’s face…

It was now dark out, the small park had cleared, people were retiring for the night, leaving their dim porch lights on and drawing their curtains.

She didn’t know why, but she stopped at the church on her walk home. Her chest felt heavy, with sadness, with grief, and most of all with guilt.

Her heels clicked as she walked towards the confessional, not even sure if father Paul would be in there, maybe that would be better? What’s more holy than a confession between you and god? Maybe she’d finally feel that connection she’d so long pushed away.

When Liz entered she could see a small glint of candle light through the lattice, what could be a silhouette of a face, but could also be a trick of the light through her blurry eyes.

She sat, not wanting to kneel on the itchy carpeted bench, instead she looked at her feet, played with the hemline of her velvet dress, her Sunday best as her mom would say, pretty yet modest, long sleeved and buttoned up to her neck, yet pretty little cutouts along the thigh. She chuckled to herself, thinking about how proud her mother would be to see her in church.

It was silent in the booth, the only sound being Liz’s small breaths, her heartbeat in her ears until, “Father Paul?”

She heard him chuckle softly.

“Liz-“ He greeted her. “I’m sorry, usually confession should feel anonymous, I was just surprised by your voice… didn’t take you for the confessional type.”

She smiled softly, picking at her chipped nail polish.

“I’ll admit, it’s been a while…” She made the sign of the cross across her chest, taking her mother’s rosary in her hand.

"May God who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in His Mercy."

“Bless me father for I have sinned, it’s been… oh, I don’t know, years? Since my last confession.”

Her teeth worried her chapped lips, half expecting him to scold her for her disinterest in the church, but he didn’t.

“Go on…”

“Envy is a sin right? I know about Saul and David, the jealousy and selfishness, but… I guess I’ve only ever known envy.”

She took a breath.

“When I was a kid, all I wanted was to be normal, have a normal family, a pet dog, a mom who’d make me breakfast every day and a father who’d go to work in some fancy suit every day. I never had that. Then as a teenager, here on crocket island, I’d watch my friends have relationships and dates, and I didn’t… and now…”

Her confidence had been depleted, she was now rushing through her own mind, wondering what the hell was she doing?

“Now I want someone, and I know I can’t have them.”

Paul spoke up. “Is this person married? In a committed relationship?”

“I guess you could say that.”

She sighed, now bouncing her leg with nerves.

“He’s committed for sure, and passionate, professional, and maybe that’s what I like about him, everyone I’ve ever loved has left me, maybe if I find something that’s loyal, committed, the. maybe i can stop running. That’s what I do. I run.”

There was a long pause.

“Just because somebody is committed to something, that doesn’t mean there’s no space in their life for new opportunities, of course I don’t condone tearing relationships apart, but people can be committed to other things, work, routine-“ he stopped. “…religion. If that’s the case, then go for it, if it doesn’t go the way you want it to, find your inner peace, your closure, accept the things you cannot change.”

Liz looked down her feet, there were tears welling in her eyes, she tried to conceal it, but failed as a strained sob escaped her lips.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- I’m so tired.”

She’d always kept her emotions bottled up, never spoke to her parents or her friends about anything deeper than small gossip and crushes or what the passage of the day was, and it had depleted her, it had drained her energy for years, and now the flood gates had opened.

“I’ve always just watched life go by, waited on a fucking miracle to happen, told myself that my time would come, my time to love and be loved, to be proud of my life and who I am…” she could hear shifting through the booth, the muffled sound of fabric brushing against the wooden stools.

“Father?”

She stood up and leaned towards the other side of the confessional, trying to get a better view of father Paul’s place behind the wired window. He wasn’t there

She jumped slightly as the door opened behind her, turning around to see Paul towering over her.

“Forgive me father, for I am going to sin…”

His voice was barely above a whisper as he closed the door behind him, leaning down and taking Liz’s face in his hands, wiping the tears from her cheeks. He leaned in, and she closed the gap.

#midnight mass fanfiction #midnight mass #father paul x original female characters #father paul fanfiction #father paul #father john pruitt #father paul hill #monsignor john pruitt #monsignor pruitt

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medusapelagia · 7 months

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8 Au-gust: Robots and Androids - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 [...]

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Android Steve Harrington, Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson Words: 2004

Eddie Munson always knew that his life was going to end tragically.

He lost his parents as a kid and was raised by his uncle, Wayne, a kind man who owned a farm that gave them enough to survive.

But that was before the androids.

Before the government expropriated the lands and, instead of letting the humans cultivate it, they gave it to androids and robots. That was the moment in which, suddenly, Wayne and Eddie lost everything.

Their land, their house, their freedom.

Because, and that's something that Eddie learned soon enough, money is what gives you freedom.

Wayne’s money was just enough to put Eddie on a ship to send him to a boarding school that took in poor people like him.

After that day, he never saw his uncle again.

That was one of his biggest regrets. Not having said to the man who raised him how much he loved him. How much he still does. Because somehow, deep in his heart, he is still convinced that one day they will find each other again.

Being an orphan in a school where he was accepted just for kindness was hard. His schoolmates made fun of him, making cruel pranks and he survived high school thanks to his friends, Garreth and Jeff, and his sweetheart, an old guitar that was in his family for generations.

Wayne used to say that one of their ancestors saved the world with that guitar.

It made no sense, but the guitar was like a relic to them.

The first time he actually tried to play he broke a string and cried for an entire week, but somehow Wayne managed to get him new strings, encouraging him to play.

It was hard trying to learn without a teacher, but Eddie always loved to study the mechanics of things and how things worked, so he learned how to play guitar on his own.

He knew no song, so he simply started to compose his own.

That's how he met Owens.

He was the headmaster of the school and he quickly noticed how gifted he was. The boy didn't want to study, that was clear enough, but his mind was quick and he was able to understand the mechanism behind every thing that got into his hands.

As soon as he graduated he asked him to join his organization.

Owens was the head of an organization that helped the poorer planets and gave the opportunity to study to guys who would have never had the opportunity, just like Eddie, and maybe something more.

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When Eddie opens his eyes he is not expecting to see a little woman with a big smile at his side.

"You are up. Good. How do you feel?"

"Am I dead?" maybe he died and that was paradise, or he didn't die and they were just waiting to nurse him back to health before killing him.

"No, you are not dead. Your android did his best to keep you safe."

"He is not my android. He is a hunter and I'm his captive."

"In any case, he did his best to keep you alive. Dustin told me that he was almost going to burn out into flames when you got here."

Eddie scoffs "We did have a... hard landing.” That was an understatement. He did his best to fuck up the stupid ship and he is quite proud of the job he did “But trying to save my life is in his your stupid code or something like that. It wasn't out of the kindness of his heart. I can assure you that."

She hums, not wanting to address the matter.

"Where am I?" Eddie asks, looking around him searching for any information who could tell him where the fuck he is.

The woman smiles again, god, her smile is so similar to his mother's one "You are on a little planet called Hawkins. It's desert for the majority but there are a few human outposts. We live in peace. We have nothing worth stealing or fighting for. You and your android are the most exciting things that have happened in a long time."

The android. Where the fuck is he? Did he already call the Central station for help? He surely would have if he was in his place, so he asks "Where is the android?"

"Are you worried for him?"

He is not worried. He is a fucking android and he wants to bring him back to the central station where they will likely put him to death without a trial so he is not really looking forward to it.

"I just want to know where he is and if I can escape from him."

"You are a criminal. A murderer, he said."

That's not totally true.

He is a criminal, but he is not a murderer.

He knows what the android was referring to when he found him on the casino planet.

Not the greatest idea he has ever had, but when he managed to find a lead on Vecna Eddie left, without telling anybody, and now here he is, on a little planet unknown to most, captive of a fucking hunter.

God, Owens and the guys will be so pissed. And his sweetheart will be heartbroken. He should have taught Jeff or Garreth how to play, but now it's too late.

"Not a murderer." he replies.

"Are you saying that the android is lying?"

No, androids can't lie. He surely has some information about him on his database, but that doesn't mean that they are correct.

There is a long moment of silence between them, then the woman pulls her sleeve up "When I was dressing your wounds I saw that we have something in common." she says, showing a faded tattoo of a dice on the inside of her arm.

Eddie has one behind his right ear.

"You?"

"Yes. But I'm formally retired. I have a family to take care of." she replies to the unsaid question, hiding her tattoo.

"Family?"

"Yeah. Two boys and a girl." she replies, still smiling.

"They are all here?"

"Yes, they are. We moved here a few years ago after we made sure none could follow us."

So this woman used to be part of the same secret society he is a member of, and she left them. Eddie tries to think about the names that were written in the big book that Owen guarded with care.

“Gone, but not forgotten.” he used to say, caressing the pages. Paper pages. Something really unusual in a society that relies on technology to do almost anything.

"Data can be erased, or lost. The paper will last forever if we treat it well enough. When we used to live on planet Earth there were papyrus that were older than the world itself."

Probably an exaggeration, but it made the point clear.

"What's your name?" he asks, still thinking about the thick book he has seen so many times.

"Are you going to rat me out, boy?"

No. He isn't. So it doesn't matter.

"My name is Joyce and I'm a doctor. Your android will not take you away until I say that you are good enough to travel, and I know that I can find a way to help you escape from him but I really don't want the army to get to our planet and if you are as dangerous as he said you are, they will come for you. I want to be clear with you: my family is the most important thing in the world and I'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe."

Ok. Great. She could help him hide but he has to get out of her hair as soon as he can.

He can do that. He just has to find a ship and try to outrun the stupid android.

"Where is he?" Eddie asks again.

"Stevie?"

"Uh?"

"He said you call him that."

He did. In the middle of the fucking desert he named a stupid android.

It means nothing.

It means everything.

"We are not friends if that is what you are implying. He is an android and I am a human. I named it as I name a lot of things. I could name this fucking sheets. And maybe I will... I'll call them Lonnie. Ok?"

The woman laughs and then goes back to the old computer system behind her.

"You were injured during the landing but they were only superficial wounds. You are still dehydrated, even if your blood is getting more liquid. The drip you are connected to is giving you enough substance to help your body heal faster as well as hydrating you and I reckon that in a couple of days, you'll be good as new." she closes the screen "On the other side, Stevie was badly injured and he refused to be repaired. He dragged my husband to his ship. They told me it's not a wreck but it's not in good condition either. The thing that they are trying to repair quickly is the radio and you know what that means."

If the android gets in contact with the central station he is definitely fucked. They already know that the android got him, what they do not know is what happened after. He made sure to break the radio first.

"You did a good job on the radio. Not a good one on the rest but I suppose that being handcuffed didn't help."

Hell no. It didn't.

It was fucking hard trying to get free of that stupid android and even if crashing them on this stupid planet wasn’t exactly what he was looking for, it’s ok. Still better than getting back to the Central.

Fuck the android and the stupid price on his head!

“Fuck. You are going to help him adjust his stupid ship?”

“My husband is with him but I don’t think it will be a quick repair. He will probably call for help and then someone will get here.”

“Which is exactly what you don’t want. Am I wrong?”

The woman sits next to him “No you are not. So what are you going to do Eddie? Is that your real name?”

“Not everyone changes identities like clothes, milady. I was born with this name and I want to die with it.”

The woman nods but doesn’t agree with him.

“I have kids, Eddie, and I will protect them. Fiercely. Are you going to be a treat to my family?”

He doesn’t know. He never meant to be a threat to anyone to be honest, but he knows that some of their military actions had collateral damages.

Like Chrissy.

God.

He loved that girl.

He loved her so much. Too much! Why the fuck did he let her get so close to him? That was fucking stupid on his part.

That’s how Vecna found her.

She was sweet, kind, and fluffy like a stupid bunny, even if Eddie had never seen one for real.

And now she is dead and he is going to die soon without taking his vengeance on the android who killed her.

Vecna it’s the best android that the Brennan corporation has unleashed against them.

He is like a fucking shark. Like the sharks can detect a small drop of blood in the water from a mile away, he can detect the members of the secret society.

And poor Chrissy got involved somehow.

Maybe Vecna saw them together in some video from the video surveillance cameras, maybe it was just a coincidence. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that he must break that fucking piece of junk into pieces so small that none will ever be able to put him back together again.

Eddie knows that he has damaged him enough during their encounter on the casino planet, but not enough to break him.

Can it even be broken?

Maybe he should try to practice on the stupid hunter android that got him.

I have never done a tag list before, but if someone would like to be tagged feel free to ask and I'll gladly do it! Tag list: @shunna, @yourmom-isgay I hope you enjoy it!

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"If you want the content, make it yourself." Soooo yeah... I did the thing.

Lieutenant Yogar Lyste Headcanons (cuz I'm sad and he deserves love)

-Yogar is a 'Momma's Boy'; look at him, he’s got a smirk that says “Momma thinks I’m handsome”(and she’s right). He's also either an only child or a middle child (middle child solidarity) as he's so eager to prove himself and impress the higher ups.

-His momma taught him to respect women. Notice he wasn’t rude to Leia at all even when he privately rolls his eyes at Alderaan’s involvement and he went all out for her/her ships’ safety. He may not ever hit a woman but he will stun her ass if she’s a threat to his comrades.

-He secretly listens to Taylor Swift; he insists he has no time for music and calls pop music “childish noise” as if he wasn’t lip-singing ‘You Belong With Me’ in the mirror with a comb microphone last night. His favorite song is 'The Best Day' but let's be honest guys, the entire 'Fearless' Album was a banger.

-Yogar is very ticklish. Not like barely touche him ticklish but his neck and ribs very sensitive. He has tried to keep it a secret all his life so people won't tease him for it but he has gotten more than his fare share of hazing and torture during his academy days.

-Jokes fly right over his head. Unless it’s like a basic ‘Knock-knock’ joke or slapstick/physical comedy, he’s not gonna get it until like two hours later when out of nowhere, “Oh, I get it! The punchline is (something completely wrong and unrelated). Ha ha! Good one!”

-He’s allergic to cats; no reason for this one. I’m just imagining Ezra using the force to convince a Loth-cat to distract him by getting real cuddly and rubbing up on his legs while Lyste is trying so hard not to sneeze as his eyes burn.

-Growing up on Garel, Yogar doesn’t have much experience with nature and animals. Due to his allergies, his family never had any pets but he always wanted a dog(or whatever Star Wars equivalent of a dog is).

-If Lyste was a dog, he’d probably be a Shepherd/Lab mix. All of the energy and instincts for the job but almost none of the attention span. Doesn’t matter how old he is, Lyste is a puppy at heart.

-There is not a racist bone in his body. He still has a superiority complex, he’s very proud to be a part of the Imperial Fleet, but what Imp doesn’t look down on others? Lyste wasn’t disrespectful to Thrawn like Constantine was, he saw Thrawn as a superior officer that he is to loyally serve(the poor baby).

-Somehow, Lyste doesn’t need coffee. He is annoyingly a morning person. He could pull a late nighter moving crates, doing inventory, chase the Ghost crew halfway around Lothal, survive nearly being blown up and still be fresh as a daisy at 5 o’clock sharp the next morning. Kallus isn’t jealous of him for it at all.

- Lyste LOVES baked goods. Nothing can compare to his momma’s cooking but he’ll never turn down a home baked pie or muffin. On his time off, Lyste will head to a local bakery and spend the day just sitting there, listening to the sounds of the kitchen and smelling the warm air coming from the ovens. It reminds him of when he would come home from school and help his mom in the kitchen telling her about his day as they cooked dinner and while the desserts were in the oven, he’d do his homework and listen to his mother humming as she cleaned…He’ll never admit it, but Yogar is very homesick.

-Lyste keeps busy to distract himself from his homesickness. Don't get me wrong, he loves being an officer and he doesn't mind being stationed on Lothal, it's only a short jump to his home planet. But if he has a moment, smells a certain smell, or hears a song his mother liked, it sends him right back to when he was a kid on Garel playing soldier with the other kids.

-Being a Taylor Swift fan, Lyste is also a hopeless romantic. He dreams of one day finding a girl he can treat like a princess and be a prince in her eyes, someone he can bring home to his mother and live a fairytale life together. However, being in the military has put those plans on hold while he focuses on his career; he’s hoping to be ‘Captain Lyste’ before he even thinks about finding someone. He can dream though.

#yogar lyste #lieutenant lyste #star wars rebels #headcanon #star wars #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #sw rebels

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kneelingshadowsalome · 10 months

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I was rereading Man size, and it got me thinking about Sarah's parents.

I know they like Simon, so how would they react to finding out that they got married (technically behind their back)?

Or when they find out they have a child.

Heyy! How lovely to hear that you wished to reread it 🩷💗🩷

And oh yeah I wouldn't be surprised if they got a little upset when they found out. Actually, it’s Sarah who can't keep the news to herself. She goes and shows the pics from their honeymoon when her parents don't notice right away that they've been wearing rings for a while now. She expects congratulations, but they only stare at her and Simon (who gets extremely uncomfortable) in shock... and Sarah hurries to explain that they wanted to have a private ceremony and that she hopes everyone will respect this decision.

Simon thinks about how to cheer them up, whether he should tell them how beautiful Sarah looked that day and that he's a lucky man... Then decides to stay quiet because he fears it would only rub salt in the wounds. I imagine Simon in particular being very embarrassed that it had to be this way, especially when her parents don't know that nothing's actually official.

When the realization kicks in, they are beyond happy – their daughter is married to a man they respect and admire greatly. Then the fussing starts: they want to buy them a late wedding present. What will it be, what do they want? Another holiday somewhere, do they need something in their house? And let's celebrate this right now! They try to take them out for dinner or have a little celebration at home (Simon suggests they do the latter, then tries to help prepare the food. Poor man feels so guilty.) Sarah's father whips out his best cognac and then they demand to see those wedding/honeymoon pics again and tell them everything about their adventures in Italy.

And the kid 🩷! They will surely tell her parents right after they get past the risky phase. 12 weeks, however, is a long time for Sarah who has ants in her pants again from having to keep such happy news a secret. When it’s finally safe to tell, I’m sure it’ll happen at one of those Sunday dinners where they can share the news face to face. Both her parents are moved to tears, especially her mum, who goes to hug Simon (just imagine him all flustered and uncomfortable and proud).

They offer their help right from the start and ask if they need anything (no, they don't because Simon already bought a ton of baby supplies and essentials and must-haves and even the stuff that isn't a must-have). They will also become a tad annoying, calling Sarah every other day, asking if everything's fine and if the pregnancy is going smoothly. Sarah is an only child, so they are absolutely stoked to become grandparents & see their first grandchild. ^^

#answered #sarah & simon #simon riley fluff

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cherthegoddess · 9 months

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Sneak Peek of His Sunshine

Heyyy guys! Here's a quick sneak peek of something I've been working on called His Sunshine, a Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader. It's definitely a Grumpy x Sunshine fic and I've been having dreams about this story! I'm excited for everyone to read it so please enjoy! Oh! And same warnings as my other stories, this is written with a black reader in mind but anyone can read it!

His Sunshine

Bucky was already exhausted from the day and it was barely 11. He did his early morning run with Steve and Sam. He tried to avoid Tony to the best of his ability. Got unfortunately caught, with that one Parker kid. And now some alien losers decided that today was a fantastic day to try to invade the Earth for whatever reason. He just wanted to go back to his bed, read some books, and be away from all people, but luck was not on his side. He dodged the punches being thrown his way landing a few with his metal one. There just seemed to be too many. He watched as Steve killed one with a few more coming behind him. Bucky ran to help him swiftly getting away from the debris of the battle. He pulled a gun out of his holster when he knew he wasn’t going to get there in time, killing two and alarming Steve of their presence. He fought back-to-back with Steve. This battle wouldn’t be over for hours. Every time they killed one another popped up and every Avenger they could gather was there.

Not long after the brush of defeat was starting to come into the air, a few of the aliens were screaming in pain from suddenly being lit on fire, others having branches growing out of their noses. The UFO that was in the air was being broken down piece by piece. The Avengers searched for their unknown hero. “Heyy guys sorry I’m late” Their heads quickly turned to the sky looking at the woman in the air wearing all blue, her identity hidden with a mask. The woman salutes before finishing off the rest of the aliens with bursts of fire, winds, and poor plants that have seen the back and front ends of the aliens. Bucky watched in awe with the others at her speed and effectiveness, all while not even lifting a finger. The others gathered in a small huddle and the woman began to finally hit the ground in front of them. “Whew! Those aliens were really something huh?” Their eyes train behind her as the city begins to rebuild itself. The woman looks behind her to see what they are staring at. “How in the…” She laughs. Waving her hand. “Oh, that’s me! Just doing a little cleanup!” Bucky looks at Steve confused, Steve shrugs his shoulders in response before stepping up. “Ma’am, who are you and where did you come from?” The woman grins. “Oh, my god. The Captain America is talking to me! Sorry, who am I, was your first question right? I’m Y/n. I don’t exactly have a cool superhero name yet. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to pick one, especially with two powers, you gotta honor both. Sorry, I’m rambling! Second question, I’m from Harlem born and bred. I was actually building up the courage to come to tell you guys about me and hopefully become an Avenger, but then you know aliens! Now I’m here!” The woman, who long-windedly, explained her name to be Y/n finally finished with a proud grin on her face. “Okay, Scrappy doo, how did you do all of this?” Tony motions to the buildings that were freshly repaired. “I would love to explain, but repairing buildings and fighting aliens is kind of a draining task, is it possible we could go to the tower? I can explain everything there especially if you want to test me to see all the cool things I can do as well?” They eyed each other, Bucky more weary of Y/n. She was too… nice. Too happy even after being in the face of danger. And even more worrisome, she was powerful. “Fine kid but you have to stay by Barnes’ side until we get there, we don’t trust you quite yet,” Bucky’s eyes shoot to Tony glaring harshly even after Steve places a hand on him so he doesn’t say anything. Y/n’s eyes for the first time since her appearance, meet his., she grins and waves, making her way over to him. He rolls his eyes. Tony tells F.R.I.D.A.Y to send a quadjet.

#x reader #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky x black reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #marvel x reader #sebastian stan x black reader #avengers x reader #grumpy x sunshine #grumpy #grumpy bucky #sunshine #sunshine reader

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I got to watch episode 4! Very happy with this episode as a whole even if not a huge fan of certain choices. Kept track of my reactions as I went in notes app and they’re below the cut.

I love baby Percy. However not a big fan of Sally in this scene. I get that she’s allowed to be frustrated but I don’t think she would hold the fact they paid for the lesson over Percy’s head.

Every time I hear forbidden kid all I can think of is CaffeinatedFlumadiddle’s Son of Sea Foam.

“I gotta earn it with you too” Damn I love them so much.

“It isn’t supposed to work that way.” I love baby Percy’s radicalization. You’re right you don’t deserve to be treated like that. “Pay your Child support” Percy has been here since the beginning.

“It’s everybody.“ oh poor baby Annabeth. I knew the backstory but framing it as her not being a gift hurt a lot.

HELL YEAH!!! PAN MENTION!!! I have been waiting for this since the season started. I’m an unproportionately excited about this.

The police officer scenes made me way too apprehensive. I’m so much more worried about them now given casting.

I am so confused by Echidnas earlier entrance. It feels less cinematic to meet her on the train versus the arch. There’s no element of surprise either. What was a cute moment of character growth as they visited somewhere Annabeth always wanted to go as they waited. It would be stupid to retreat to the Arch now.

“This has always been a family story” I want this overlaid on all the gifsets.

They’re really playing into the later themes where the demigods are monsters. Like I thought Percy really only starting to feel that way in Tartarus when faced with Bob. He might have felt bad about being a hero and trying to prove he was nothing like Hercules in TTC but it wasn’t an overarching demigods are the monsters mindset.

Really glad the Chimera didn’t appear as a service dog. Cute little puppy wandering down the corridor is perfect.

Oh so the Arch is a temple. I’m glad they have a reason to go there. I was worried they would go there despite being hunted.

Ugh I’m not a fan of how Athena blames Annabeth for the head.

Fuck Percy’s going to jump into the river thinking that he’s going to die. Sure he might pray but he won’t believe it.

Annabeth was going to sacrifice herself like Thalia. She wasn’t going to let a forbidden kid die for her again (and you know she was the one in best fighting shape)

The water grabbing him was so cool. I loved being able to see the concrete below him and then the water reached out for him. “He’s here and he’s so very proud” God I’m going to cry.

This tv show is very pro Poseidon. Like yeah it’s largely anti-gods but the comparison between Athena and Poseidon this episode had him way on top. Athena was essentially going to let her daughter be killed (which actually lines up with her treatment of Annabeth in MOA, just sending countless of her children to die on an impossible quest and treating it like an honor). Percy talks about not even wanting to pray to his dad and his dad saves him anyway. (Yes I realize last episode had the Medusa stuff but feel like that was less impactful after she tried to kill them.)

Really wish we had the reunion this episode but oh well guess I have to wait for next week.

#pjo tv spoilers #pjo disney plus #s1e4 #percy jackson

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lovelylogans · 8 months

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the parent trap

CHAPTER NINETEEN: you got me tripping, stumbling! sinking, fumbling!

Patton makes a splash.

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Is he here? Is he here?

He can barely even think of it without feeling like he’s half out-of-his head, which tracks well with thoughts of his ex-husband—God, his ex-husband, here!—but he can’t be here yet, can he? Or can he be here? It’s not like the number of coincidences in their lives haven’t increased lately—just the idea of sending the boys to the same camp—!

“Oh!”

Patton barely stops himself before he would’ve barreled over some poor early twenty-something.

“Sorry,” Patton mumbles, ducking his head, “‘scuse me, sorry” and continues toward the pool, accidentally bumping shoulders with someone whose hair is the right cut but entirely the wrong color (“sorry!”) and twists, his eyes scanning the poolside—

“Ah, Patton!”

Patton tries his very best not to tilt his head up to the sky and groan. Instead, he plasters on his biggest smile for his potential in-laws.

“Where have you been?” Mr. Blake says, briefly clasping his shoulder. “We’ve been looking all over for you!”

Patton adjusts his tie, making a mumbling noise of assent as he scans the lounge chairs at the poolside. Not him, not him, not him…

“Patton,” Mrs. Blake says, slotting in at his other side.

Not him, not him, not him…

“I think this hotel is perfect for the wedding!” She continues.

Not him, not him, not him…

“The more I see of it, the more I like it.”

And then Patton freezes.

There.

Floating down the stairs, pulling a pair of sunglasses down from his hair—a touch longer now than it was ten years ago—always so effortlessly handsome, always so effortlessly graceful…

“Now tell me, dear,” a voice continues, “how many are we expecting from your side of the family? Just a guesstimate!”

“Huh?” Patton says, smiling wide as he turns to her, then, “Oh! You know what, I’m not sure. Can I get back to you on that?”

He scans the poolside quicker now—yes, there he is, heading in the direction of…

Patton tries to tamp down his smile. Oh, those little—!

Except he probably ought to blame the two adults sitting there with them, too.

“Excuse me, I think I see Remus, I ought to grab him—do you mind?”

“No, not at all,” Mr. Blake says, and so Patton goes, picking up the pace, as quickly as he can go without looking like he’s running to him.

Or running away from his future in-laws. Either option.

He then almost immediately runs flat into the back of a flock of black-and-navy coated businesspeople, some kind of guide gesturing—

“Excuse me,” Patton says politely, trying to forge some kind of path onward, then, louder, “Pardon me, sorry—”

“Go ahead,” a woman says, coming to a stop, and Patton surges forward, only to scramble back a couple steps to avoid smacking right into a worker hauling a stack of towels as tall as their eyeballs—walking quickly forward, he’s coming closer, even as Janus is staring down at his watch with his brow furrowed in consternation, a look so familiar that it makes Patton dart forward—

—and he nearly trips and falls flat on his face, knocking one of the poolside tables askew—

“Patton, you okay?” Virgil says, sitting upright.

“What?” Patton says, distracted, briefly turning to face him but not stopping in his trek, “Yeah, I’m fine—”

“Pa, watch out!” one of his kids yelps, but it’s too late—

Patton runs chest-first into one of the hotel staff, who promptly upends their drink tray onto his chest, but Patton barely registers that as the sudden shift of gravity—

“Oh!”

“Careful!”

“Argh!”

His arms pinwheel, scrambling for some kind of balance, but he knows it’s too late even as—

Splash!

Patton starfishes into the pool with a backflop that would surely make Remus incredibly proud.

As soon as he’s in, he’s already getting his bearings—he didn’t even have the dignity to fall somewhere deep, he thinks gloomily—managing to plant his feet on the pool’s floor and attempt to shake out some of the wet.

Oh, no, he’s all wet—from the hair he’d actually tried to style today to his suit jacket to those nice black loafers he got some Christmases ago—and Patton attempts to claw back some shred of decorum as he waves to the hotel lifeguard that he’s perfectly fine, procures his glasses from where they’ve fallen, and wades his way over to the edge of the pool.

He pulls himself up, briefly clambering to stand then taking one step, two, as that object of his distraction has come to a stop right in front of—

Janus is biting his lip, clearly trying his best to keep from laughing at him, his hands clasped together.

Patton miserably sweeps some of his sopping hair out of his eyes.

“Hello, Janus.”

And Janus is smiling at him. Patton cannot help but smile back, though his expression is certainly tinged by his absolute mortification.

“Hello, Patton.”

And there he is. A little bit aged from their last meeting, but still just as handsome: captivating brown eyes, smooth, well-tended skin—Patton remembers well that skincare routine that took up over half of the bathroom counters in mornings and nights—the whorls of his winestain birthmark, just the same across his cheek and sprawling up to his temple, to his hair, longer now, the hair Patton used to twine his fingers into to pull him in and—

“Um,” Patton says, taking a couple steps forward, attempting to wring out some of the water from his suit jacket. “Oh, gosh. I’ve made an absolute mess of it.”

Janus presses his lips together, once again to clearly keep from laughing at him.

Much like the finest wine, Patton thinks, age has only served Janus well.

“Well, I’m just—I don’t know what to say!” Patton blurts out. “I’m stunned to see you, but—but you don’t seem as stunned to see me?”

“Well, if you’d caught sight of me an hour ago,” Janus sighs. “You do know, don’t you, about…?”

“The boys at camp and switching on us? Yes, I do,” Patton says.

“Good—that makes things a bit simpler,” Janus says. “You see, I was told that you knew we were all reuniting here this weekend.”

Patton blinks at him. “I didn’t.”

“I see that.”

“I didn’t even know we were coming here, but then—” Patton says, and the last puzzle pieces click into place. He closes his eyes, wondering what on earth he’s done to earn this sort of treatment.

“Tricked you too, did they?”

“They certainly did,” Patton sighs. “Get-together, right. I did think that attitude took a bit of a one-eighty…”

Then, pivoting, “Where are those little scamps, anyway?”

“Last I looked? With Logan and Virgil—who are not off the hook, as it happens,” Janus says.

Patton closes his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath and wishing he could start this whole interaction over again. “But I’ve got a feeling who the little masterminds are.”

Smiling sheepishly, one of their kids wearing yellow swim-trunks, sunglasses Patton sure doesn’t remember buying, steps into their eyeline.

“You see how the pair of you think so alike,” he says—British accent, it’s Roman, then—“this, sending us to the same camp…”

“Getting married that one time,” the other sing-songs—yellow t-shirt, yellow shorts, with this level of discourtesy it’s surely—

“Oh, God, Remus,” Patton says, sure that the proper parental thing to do in this moment is to be stern, “you’ve been in London all this time!”

“I know!” Remus crows, “everything’s so weird there, it was awesome!” and flings himself into Patton’s arms with absolutely no regard as to how wet he’s surely getting.

Patton holds him tight. He’s missed him, desperately, ever since he practically walked him onto the plane for camp, ever since he realized that the kid he’d picked up from that same airport wasn’t the one he sent away.

He’s missed his unique food inventions, the way he’d sass the guests behind their backs and to their faces sometimes, the way he spoils Sammy and Sprout, his dedication to looking as messy as possible while being very purposeful about the whole thing, his stubbornness and his messiness and his individuality.

He’s even missed his particular brand of mischief, even though this arrangement is surely a new Remus Parker record.

“Dad’s amazing, Pa,” Remus says, his neck craned to look up at Patton. “I don’t know how you ever let him go.”

Patton swallows hard.

“Erm—boys,” Janus says, his voice soft but firm. “why don’t you let your father and I talk alone for a couple of minutes, all right?”

“Sure,” Roman says. “Fine.”

“Take your time,” Remus says, with a tone of innuendo. Patton is entirely uncertain where exactly he’s managed to learn that.

The twins each pause to pick up a truly absurd room-service daiquiri in hand before they scamper off.

Patton sits on a lounger, picking up the nearest towel, lifting his glasses, and patting it against his face.

“I don’t believe it,” Patton says, and then, with a shaky laugh, “what a ridiculous day! Seeing them plotting together—seeing you—ow!” he says, surprised, pressing against an unexpectedly sore spot.

“Oh, dear, let me help you with that—excuse me,” Janus says, flagging down a passing member of the hotel staff, “do you have a first aid kit?”

“Yeah, of course,” she says, already turning to get it.

“You ought to lie back,” Janus suggests.

And Patton, as helpless as he ever was to those beautiful eyes of his, does.

Janus settles himself primly on the edge of the same lounge chair, smoothing his hands over his trousers.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Janus says, opening the kit.

“So,” Patton says and clears his throat. “How are you, Janus? You still go by that, don’t you, you haven’t changed it, or shortened it, now that you’re Mr. Fashion? I remember your dad used to call you Jay…”

“Oh, no, no, Janus is… fine,” he says. “My dad still does call me Jay sometimes, though. Yeah, I’ve been… I’ve been swell.”

He gently presses a damp cloth to Patton’s eyebrow, dabbing at whatever wound Patton has managed to wrangle via falling in the pool.

“Other than the boys causing mischief this summer?”

Janus lets out a weary sigh. His breath smells minty, as if he’s just finished chewing gum. Patton bets that tastes nice.

(The gum! The gum, of course. It smells like it was a nice gum. Pull it together, Parker.)

“Yes, precisely. Other than the boys pulling this trick of theirs.”

Janus frowns at the wound, gently touching Patton’s forehead with his fingers. He’s haloed by the sun, the strands of his hair catching the light—chocolate, mahogany, sepia, caramel, fawn, even a bit of blonde…

“Erm—I hear you’re doing well for yourself, too. Congratulations on your…” Janus looks down at the first aid kit, ripping open a band-aid. “Engagement.”

“Oh,” Patton says, surprised at this; he’d kind of expected Janus to say something snide about it. “Uh—thank you. Did, um. Did the boys tell you?”

“They told me the specifics,” Janus says, still focused prepping the band-aid. “Bit difficult not to tell that you have a new partner, given—”

Patton’s face heats.

“Oh,” he says. “The elevator. The… kissing. Uh, right. Yeah. I’m sorry you had to see that—my boyf—um, fiancé now—he likes… physical affection.”

“As did you, I recall,” Janus says, at last leaning in to place the band-aid on Patton’s forehead.

Patton’s face must be tomato-red by now. “Yeah. It’s just—um. I try not to in… in public. Y’know, PDA.”

“I remember that too.”

“Right,” Patton says breathlessly, “right” as Janus smooths his warm, dry fingers over the band-aid.

“I suppose,” Janus says, and then, quite coolly, “I just didn’t expect you to be with someone so… purely physical.”

There it is. That cutting wit, that sharp sarcasm that Patton fell—

“You know,” Patton says, unsurprised to find himself smiling. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Finally!”

Patton jumps.

“There you are,” Maddox says, then, “Oh, good, you’ve met! Honey, Janus designs wedding outfits, and he’s going to make my…”

Maddox trails off, at last taking in the tableau before him—Janus, hands removed from Patton’s face, but still sitting quite close to him, close enough that Patton might be able to smell if he’s still using the same cologne if his nostrils weren’t so clogged with chlorine—a frown crossing his face. “Wait, um. I don’t understand. How did you two meet?”

And, at last seeming to take in the fullness of the image before him, Maddox’s nose wrinkles. “And, Patty, why are you all wet?”

Patton turns to Janus in disbelief.

“You’re making my fiancé’s wedding suit.”

“Well, I didn’t know he was your fiancé—”

“Well,” Patton says with a helpless shrug, before he turns back to Maddox. “How did we meet—how did you two meet?”

“Am I missing something here?” Maddox says.

“You know,” Patton says, beginning to sweat very hard indeed, “this is one small world!”

“How small?” Maddox says.

And then the twins—as it seems is their only option when in the same room together, Patton’s starting to think—take it upon themselves to add even more chaos and confusion.

“Hi, Mads!” Roman says.

“Hello,” Maddox says, looking down at him.

Remus takes his opportunity, stepping on his other side and beaming up at Maddox in a way that instantly makes Patton suspicious.

“Hey, Maddy!”

Maddox shrieks, his hands flying to his mouth—he looks from one twin—to the other—

Patton clears his throat.

“Erm—I was gonna,” he tries, and then gives up. “Honey, did I ever get around to mentioning that Remus was a twin?”

“No,” Maddox gasps, clutching at his throat. “No, I think you neglected to mention that little detail!”

“Don’t feel bad, Mads,” Remus says breezily, “he never mentioned it to me, either.”

Patton winces. But it’s fair enough.

“By the way,” he adds, his eyes glinting in the summer sun. “I’m the real Remus. The evil twin.”

“Sweetie, you’re not evil,” Patton tries, and is summarily ignored by everyone.

“This is Roman. You’ve been dealing with the good twin all summer,” Remus continues. “And this—”

He swivels, jazz-handing in the direction of Janus.

“—is our father, Janus James.”

“This. Is your father?”

“Yes,” the twins chorus.

“You,” Maddox says, pointing at Janus, “were married to him?” and the index finger jabs at Patton.

“Guilty again,” Janus says.

“This is a small world,” Maddox says.

Patton tugs anxiously at his shirt collar as he nods in agreement.

“And,” Maddox says, “What a coincidence that we’re all here on the exact same weekend!”

The twins both smile.

After eleven years of experience with one Remus Parker, Patton knows well to be wary of that smile.

“My, my, my,” Maddox says, a vein in his neck bulging. “How sweet!”

Patton plays the Hail Mary of getting out of this uniquely awkward, horrible interaction.

“Excuse me,” he calls out to the lifeguard, “would you mind checking to see if I’ve been concussed?”

⁂

It’s certainly very glitzy in here.

Everything is tinged in a very particular shade of blue—he’s told that’s a very important part of their branding—and there’s so much shimmer.

Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, rubies, and all their variants: they shine from necklace settings, from earrings, from bracelets.

And, of course, from the object they’ve come here to Tiffany’s to look at: they glint and gleam from rings. Lots and lots and lots of rings.

It’s a pleasant enough environment to distract from the conversation he’s having.

“I’m sorry,” Maddox says. “I just don’t see why you have to have dinner with your ex-husband and his little ‘Mary Poppins’ accent.”

Patton, resoundingly out of his depth, resolves to just keep the jewelry cases free of any of his smudgy fingerprints. “The boys arranged it.”

“Oh,” Maddox says, mouth twisting, “the boys,” and turns to face the case. “Well, that all makes sense.”

“What?” Patton says, confused. “What makes sense?”

“Can we have some help over here, please,” Maddox calls to a saleswoman, before he sighs, turning to face Patton.

“Oh, baby, it’s so obvious. Why can’t you just meet in the lobby, discuss the custody, shake hands, and say good-bye?”

Patton swallows at the thought.

“Because,” Maddox continues, “your sons don’t want me to marry you.”

“That’s not true,” Patton objects.

“Excuse me, it’s totally true. They see me as the evil step-father,” Maddox says, then, to the saleswoman, “Can I try the emerald cut, please? No, not that one—the bigger one—the biggest one—”

“Honey, it’s not that,” Patton objects. “They’ve never had a meal with both their parents in all their lives—how could I say no?”

Maddox sighs but seems to drop in light of the engagement ring, at last on his finger. He examines the ring on his finger, turning his hand to and fro.

“This is incredible,” he sighs, before he leans back against Patton, wiggling his hand so the diamond flashes in the light.

Patton presses a kiss to his temple. “If you love it, I love it.”

Maddox squeals, throwing his arms around Patton’s shoulders, before he pulls back to beam at him.

“I love it.”

⁂

“Tell me why we should continue on this plan of yours, when I have no idea what you’re doing, considering your track record of the past day alone?”

Roman considers this for a moment, even as he’s debating which earrings to wear. (Obviously, he should wear the gold studs, but Janus is trying to parent Roman so that he’ll formulate his own opinions and generally be a functioning person in society.)

“Because most of the track record of the past day has been Remus?” Roman tries.

“Who is also involved in this plan.”

“...and also we kind of have a lot of stuff in place already. So if you don’t show, you’ll be blowing off a reservation.”

Janus places his pocketbook in front of his face for a moment so that he can school his expression. Damn, of course Roman would know how he feels about plans being disrupted and disrespecting other people’s time, he only complains about it constantly.

“And! And and and,” Roman says excitedly, “it’s an opportunity to put on that fun new outfit that I know Uncle Logan packed for you! You love opportunities for fun new outfits!”

Of course he does. He is a fashion designer.

“...which one?” Janus says, tempted, and Roman rushes into the closet where Logan has very thoughtfully put away all his clothes.

Roman comes back lugging a hanger loaded down with black fabric, and Janus knows the fun outfit in question by sight even before Roman says anything.

“The little black number!”

Janus’s latest answer to the evergreen little-black-dress number that many, many women have told him they relied upon: a sleek pair of tailored black trousers, and the shirt: when Janus had tried it on, it had made Vendela sigh if I were a man, and if I had your arms…

He’ll look incredible in that outfit. He knows he’ll look incredible in that outfit.

Janus clears his throat, and he takes the hanger in the most dignified way he can manage.

“I knew you’d love it!”

“One toe out of line,” he says to Roman.

“Sure,” Roman says happily. “But Dad—I bet Papa’s going to love it too!”

“Off with you,” Janus says, and, as Roman scampers off to his own room to pull together the last details of his own look, it makes Janus wonder about how much the twins have rubbed off on each other; Janus could have sworn Roman wasn’t this cheeky prior to summer camp.

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