#sorry but child henry? that’s just a little guy.

[aemiron-main]

i was originally going to make this with younger henry vs older henry but i feel like we could always use more virginia hate content <3

#stranger things #byler #st shitposts #and yes yes ik I’ve talked abt none of the characters being inherently born evil but yk. it’s the meme format soooo #sorry but child henry? that’s just a little guy. #it does Not excuse any of his future actions #i would like to see older henry ripped to shreds by wild dogs for what he did to will #at the same time. i am so sad about younger henry today #the meme applies to older Henry in viginias spot but I am on the vriignia hate train 2day so she got out there instead

[nburkhardt]

Be Your Alibi

This was supposed to be a small thing, it ended up not being small. My bad. Btw, the narrative is all over the place sorry about that. Couldn’t stick to one person this time around. Special shout out to @mentallyundone for all help with parts of this means a lot!! 🩷 (this definitely should’ve been like a three parter, also no read more because the app doesn’t have it and it deletes my stuff when I do use it)

ENJOY~~

The whole group is in the hospital, half of them needing to be looked at and the other half not quite threatening anyone but definitely trigger ready. It’s not long until the police come in, immediately handcuffing Eddie to his bed and having someone stand there to stop anyone from entering. Nancy manages to convince Dustin that he’ll be fine, they’ll figure out how to get the handcuffs off and keep him out of jail, but for now the handcuffs and police officer stays.

“What else could we tell them to let him go?” Dustin demands. It’s been officially two weeks since they defeated Vecna/Henry/One and Hawkins is slowly putting things back together. The Party is all together again and the actual adults are back with a very alive Hopper. The only ones not with them is Max, who’s still in an induced coma, Lucas is with her and Eddie, he’s still in the hospital with a hand in handcuffs but overall recovering and most likely annoying the hospital staff (and the police guard).

“Powell told me that unless he has a solid alibi that isn’t a kid, there’s nothing until Owens releases the cover story” Hopper explains, a glare directed at Dustin who had his mouth open again, “no, your little club doesn’t work either. Half of it is kids under eighteen.”

Dustin huffs and crosses his arms, “well! What else could work?”

Standing next to him is Steve, who bites his lip as he thinks to himself. It’s not the plan, it could end up horribly for him and Eddie, but they do have enough information on each other and all their past dates to be a very reliable alibi. He’s also not a child, turning twenty very soon actually and Wayne could back him up. It could, technically work.

Looking around at the lost and frustrated faces, it makes up his mind. He pushes himself off the wall and clears his throat, getting the attention on him. “I can be his alibi”

It’s uncomfortably silent now, he feels his skin crawl as everyone in the room stares at him. Nearly all of them look doubtful, Dustin’s snorting like it’s a joke, “oh yeah? And what were you doing? You don’t even like Eddie”

Steve blinks at him and holds back a laugh, because him not liking Eddie? Not possible. If anything, he likes Eddie too much. Way too much actually. Wayne told him once that he and Eddie can be insufferable actually. Not that anyone in this room knows that.

“I can be his alibi,” he repeats louder, ignoring Dustin completely and staring straight at Hopper, “He had hellfire and I went to the basketball game, but he came home with me. We had pizza from DomiNick’s, I have leftovers and we watched Star Wars: Return of the Jedi. We didn’t finish it, got too caught up into each other.” He glances away, face flushed as he thinks of their last date night, “We took a shower then crashed in my room”

No one says anything, all just staring at him and he’s even more uncomfortable. If Eddie was next to him, he’d make some sort of joke to get the attention off him. But he’s not here and Steve just wants someone, anyone to say that the alibi will work.

“Are you, are you really suggesting that you and Eddie were hanging out?”

He shakes his head, “We weren’t just hanging out, we were on a date. If you want more, proof or someone to back me up, we can ask Wayne. Eddie’s uncle, he’ll back me up”

Hopper shakes his head, rubbing a hand down his face before looking back at him. “Harrington, you do understand what you’re saying, correct? You’re willing to say you’re dating another guy.”

“You don’t even know if Eddie will be willing to do that!” Dustin nearly shouts out, “you think someone will believe that? The story has a lot of details and you’re saying that you like men, but there’s no way anyone would believe that!”

Steve crosses his arms, determined and annoyed that they don’t know how much thought he’s actually put into this. How he knows Eddie will eventually agree and repeat the story with even more details, like how they decided making out on the couch was more fun than watching Luke Skywalker try to get Darth Vader away from the dark side or that they ended up in the shower together before falling asleep in bed wrapped around each other. “I know what I’m saying Hop. I’m completely fine with admitting it now, and Eddie will be fine with it”

Hopper nods and grabs his shoulder to pull himself up, “come on then, let’s go now while you have that story fresh. We’ll talk it over with Munson, you sure about his uncle?”

“yeah Wayne will be fine with it” he nods and looks back at his friends, all of them staring at him with varying looks of disbelief and confusion, no disgust or anger. Well, Mike looks annoyed and maybe there might be disgust. Honestly, that just might be Mike’s default for Steve. Hopefully there isn’t disgust or anger later on when it comes to light how true his ‘story’ is. He doesn’t think that matters right now though, “Eddie won’t need us to get the story straight- um, that really did happen. Just not that day” He finally admits once he and Hopper are outside and getting into his car.

Hopper’s in the passenger seat, he still looks exhausted over what had happened. The man didn’t even bother with demanding he drove, “The hell you mean?”

He grips the wheel, pulls out of the driveway and takes a deep breath before admitting, “I’m actually dating Eddie. We’ve been together before Starcourt was burned down, he kept bugging me at Scoops. Didn’t think anything of it until his friend Jeff explained to me that Eddie was actually flirting with me, told me to either tell Eddie I don’t like guys or to give him a chance.” He glanced over out of the corner of his eye to see Hopper rubbing a hand up and down his face, “That was nearly nine months ago, I’m practically living with him and his uncle”

The drive is even more silent after, Hopper’s mumbling something and Steve can’t hear him. But he’s at least not cursing him for dating another guy, so it’s not all terrible. They make it to the hospital in no time, parking close enough to the front for Hopper. Steve spotted Wayne’s truck while parking, thankfully they wouldn’t have to make multiple stops.

“So, you, uh you’re gay then?” Hopper’s gruff voice cuts into Steve’s thoughts, “That’s what you’re saying?”

He shakes his head, not answering him yet. Flashing a smile at the receptionist “Here to see Munson, please”

It’s only once they’re in the elevator and alone that he answers, “I’m not gay- I still like girls. I just, just like Eddie too. I think he called it bisexual?” Shaking his head he looked back at Hopper, “doesn’t matter right now. Wayne knows, it’s hard to keep things from him, he probably already knows all of what really happened, Eddie doesn’t keep many secrets from him”

He shakes his head and smiles, thinking it’ll be nice to have another actual adult around that knows what hell they’ve been through. Hopper doesn’t bother saying anything else and Steve’s a little thankful for it. This was a lot even if he offered it, once he’s outside of Eddie’s room he ignores the police officer in favor of just opening the door (also ignoring the “hey!” From said officer) and walking inside with Hopper following him.

“Stevie-baby!”

He doesn’t bother hiding how hearing Eddie’s voice makes the tension go away, he’s smiling and there’s Eddie sitting up in bed with his yellow sweater pulled over the hospital gown, a notebook sitting in his lap. Wayne’s sitting down in the chair next to him.

“Hey Eds” he moves closer and sits next to him on the bed, “Got some bad news and uh, good news I guess?”

Eddie squints his eyes at him before glancing at Hopper, his body goes a little stiff and Steve notices Wayne sit up straighter in his chair. “bad news?”

Steve reaches for his free hand and squeezes, “You’re stuck with handcuffs still since the police want a solid alibi. Since the cover story still isn’t out yet”

Eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying not to get too upset. “And the good news? Is it good or just, not bad?”

“Well, it’s news?” Steve doesn’t know how exactly to describe the fact that he’s willing to out himself and Eddie and their whole relationship, it’s a lot, something he didn’t think they would need to do at all. At least not of people not in their inner circle, “I…offered to be your alibi. That we were together when everything happened, pizza with Star Wars. My house, and uh,” he glances up at Wayne, “Also said Wayne could also back us. That he knows about us”

The room isn’t quiet, the beeping from the medical equipment is still going and there’s the bit of noise from outside but everyone in the room is quiet. Eddie’s eyes are wide and Wayne looks concerned, and Steve is gripping Eddie’s hand like a lifeline still. Hopper has moved enough to lean against the sink and he hasn’t spoken yet, he doesn’t have a reaction.

“Stevie, you- are you sure?”

He nods and moves to sit on the bed, facing Eddie, “Yeah, Eds. I’m not, like excited but there’s nothing else anyone could come up with. They don’t want to take the kids words and everyone else in town believes Hellfire is a cult. We know each other, been together so often and Wayne has seen us, the boys too. We have a number of dates behind us that we wouldn’t need to study a fake story”

“But, baby- I can’t ask you to put yourself out there like that, I don’t want you to-“

Steve shakes his head and ignores the eyes on him and Eddie as he leans forward to rest his forehead against Eddie’s, “You don’t have to, I’m offering. I love you, honey. I don’t want you in jail, you’re innocent. I’ve thought about it, they’ll figure out why we didn’t come forward. Or we explain how dangerous it is for us, either way, I’m doing this for you”

Eddie’s eyes are watery, he nods and slumps against Steve.

It doesn’t surprise Wayne to see the boys like this or to hear those words of love either. He’s been hearing it for the last few months now, even before the official three words were said from his boys. Eddie is and always will be a sap and Wayne has found out that Steve is right there with him. He doesn’t make it obvious that he’s still on edge with the idea of them outing themselves to get the police off their backs. For now he looks over at Hopper, raising an eyebrow, “Ain’t you supposed be dead?”

Hopper shakes his head, rubbing a hand down the back of his head, “Didn’t stick. Harrington wasn’t lying?”

“He wasn’t, these two are lovesick fools. That should be enough right?” Wayne glances at the boys and finds Steve rocking Eddie slightly, he can barely catch him telling his nephew about what he missed, “need a straight answer, will this work?”

“Christ, it should. Powell’s good, reasonable. The whole- thing should work” He looks a little off center as he looks at the two on the bed before looking back at Wayne, “He said your nephew doesn’t keep secrets from you, what’d he say?”

Wayne crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair, “Apparently he’s been to hell and that Steve’s been dealin’ with it with y’all since eighty three. Things make a whole lot more sense now”

“Yeah, that sums it up” Hopper nods along before sighing, “I don’t want to say it because the last time, I ended up locked away in an Russian prison. But, this could be it. Hopefully we’re done”

~~

The plan is simple, bring physical proof and statements and Wayne to the police station. Steve’s got pictures, the boys statements along with Wayne and a determination to get his boyfriend out of handcuffs. Nothing was gonna stop him, even if Dustin still didn’t believe it would work.

Powell looks permanently tired and unamused, “Sit down, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson. What can I do for you?”

Steve sat up straight and placed his box on the desk, “I’m here to tell you, Eddie’s innocent and he wasn’t with Chrissy when she died, he was with me”

“Why was she at his trailer then?”

Steve made sure to keep his face natural, and not annoyed so quickly. “I’m not sure about that, maybe she broke in and thought he was there? We’ll never know but what I can tell you, Eddie was at my house with me when she died. We had pizza from DomiNick’s and watched a movie, then crashed in my bed.”

It’s quiet then, Steve and Wayne both on high alert waiting for Powell’s response. This is where it’ll be either a death sentence for both Eddie and Steve or a realization that there’s at least one more person in this small minded town that isn’t close-minded.

Powell sighs and runs a head down his head and just looks at Steve, then slumps just a bit, “Look, if you’re saying what I think you’re saying. I’m not going to do anything to you for even implying it for your friend. I don’t think you’ll want that to be your official statement to the public, correct?”

“Well, I mean, no. But Eddie really is innocent, there’s no way he did any of it.” Steve answers back and slumps in his seat, “Could- is there any way it doesn’t have to be released officially? Like- like-“ he’s grasping at straws trying to figure out something, anything to say.

“Look, kid. I’ll take your statement and visit Munson to see if it matches-“

“it will!”

He sighs, “I’m sure it will. Since the town decided to do a witch-hunt against him while I’m chief of police, and I don’t want another one happening. I’ll get take the cuffs off and start paper work to get him under a house arrest instead, then i’ll help you figure out a different way to stop a mob”

Wayne eyed him, crossing his arms, “you’re willing to help now?”

“Truthfully, I didn’t think your nephew did any of this. I only caught him selling once but besides that? His hands are technically clean. I saw what happened to all those victims, I don’t see how he would’ve done any of that by himself.” Powell explained and leaned forward looking between the two, “So, we’ll have your statement, take Mr. Munson’s and seal it. The town won’t hear the real one, I’ll give them something else entirely”

Steve nodded while his brain raced with thoughts. “So, you’re uh, okay with what I was saying?” He needs to know if his and Eddie’s secret is safe. Needs it said aloud and not just implied, before he can feel even remotely okay with what might be happening, it needs to be said.

“Harrington, I’m not sure what exactly you want from me right now. Just know that what you’re telling me will be between us and will stay sealed once this is all over, as long as I don’t catch either you or Munson doing anything illegal, all is fine with me.” Powell explained and pulled out a drawer, “Now, we’ll start that paperwork and then I’ll visit the hospital later, I assume both of you will be there?”

Paperwork doesn’t take long and before Steve can really process what just happened, he’s back instead the comfort of Wayne’s truck and they’re driving back to the hospital. It’s been two days since he told his friends and coming up with this fake alibi at least until Owens and the government comes in with their own cover-up. He’s hoping that happens before any official statement comes out from Powell.

~~

The excitement of Eddie being released under house arrest is dimmed just a little by them getting ambushed by their friends.

Steve is too busy being an overbearing boyfriend and watching Eddie’s every move as they walk into his house to notice the group in the living room. Eddie’s too busy whining about being fine, “Stevie, I’m fine. The doctors said to just take it easy. You don’t have to be this paranoid, just- gimme your hand” he quickly grabs Steve’s hand and stopped them from moving, “All I need right now is this, okay? Well, maybe a bed and you as my pillow-“

“Ew!”

Both of them don’t jump necessarily, they do flinch and Steve pulls Eddie closer to himself. That’s when they notice Dustin and the rest of them, Dustin’s the one they focus on since he’s the one who spoke up. He looks more annoyed than anything, there’s not a hint of anger or disgust.

The rest of the group looks curious, Steve can see Robin’s face and she looks happy and pissed off. He knows it’s because they’re soulmates and he never told her about his boyfriend. The other one that stands out to him is, Will. He’s wide eyed and look’s grateful for some reason.

Steve sighs and says, “Look, maybe we can talk about our relationship another day? Eddie just got out of the hospital and I just outed our relationship just to save him from being thrown in jail.” He doesn’t tell them that he’d also just like to be in bed with Eddie and know that he’s alive and safe with him.

There’s grumbles from most of the group, everyone walking out and the only ones left with them is Robin and Dustin. They’re not surprised, especially Steve. These two are stubborn. “We’ll leave after you explain why you never told us about you, thought we were best friends?”

“You are my best friends,” Steve starts off and flicks his gaze between both of them, before settling his eyes on just Robin, “We meant to, even when the relationship was still new and before the Russians appeared. But then the upside down was back and then school was back.”

“Eventually we just sorta, gave up trying to figure out a good time” Eddie took over, squeezing his hand before looking at the other two, “we still had plans to tell you. My friends, they’ve known since the beginning and Stevie wasn’t out to either of you so- plans happened but so did life”

Robin and Dustin are quiet and Steve doesn’t know what to do with that, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, really.”

“Dingus- you don’t have to say sorry” Robin says then pulls both of them in a hug, “I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to say that. I’m happy for you, really! Maybe a little annoyed you managed to get a boyfriend before I got girlfriend” she whispers the last part in his ear and he laughs and squeezes her, “I do want all the details of how you became a couple!”

She smacks a kiss to both of their cheeks before walking out and then it’s just them and Dustin.

“I’m- still so confused, but I guess I get it. I’m sorry for exploding on you, Steve.” Dustin admits, shaking his head, “Just, why would you hide even a friendship between the two of you from me? I’ve been trying to get you two to meet and you’ve known each other the whole time?”

Steve sighed and moved away from Eddie to pat Dustin’s shoulder before pulling his cap down, “Look, Eddie and I’ve known each other for years. We did go to school together- yes we didn’t run in the same circle- and it took me getting a lame job-“

“And a hot sailor outfit!”

He rolled his eyes and Dustin pulled a face, mumbling out “ew” before looking back at Steve, “anyway, it took a lot for us to even get together and then after, I just- I just wanted something for myself for a bit but his friends already knew then his uncle, so we did planned to tell you guys especially after you joined hellfire. But you have to know how scary it is for us”

It takes Dustin a second for it to process, because that’s one thing Steve knows about him. He’s a genius but sometimes things just don’t process the same way. Especially things like this.

Dustin nods, “yeah, yeah I’m sorry for getting upset again. So you were going to tell us- tell me?”

“Of course, dude. You’re our annoying little brother, would’ve told you guys. We did have a plan, the upside down ruined it” Steve grins and moved back to Eddie.

Eddie grins too but doesn’t move closer, instead he wraps his arms around Steve to lean his weight slightly against him, “now scram, I wanna cuddle my boyfriend.” That gets his desired reaction, Dustin scrunches his nose In annoyance and walks rolls his eyes before walking out the door. Leaving the couple alone officially.

Instead of moving, Steve turns Eddie around so they’re facing each other and leans his forehead against Eddie’s. Eyes closed, arms wrapped around each other. Only a simple kiss is enough for them right now, just enjoying being each others arms is enough. They’ll eventually go to Steve’s bedroom, undress to their boxers and climb into bed. Steve on his back and Eddie not necessarily curled into his side, since his bites are still healing and hurts, but still he gets his wish for his boyfriend-shaped pillow.

Tomorrow they’ll officially tell their friends about their relationship and explain what happened with Powell. For now, they’re just happy to sleep in the same bed with each other and not have to worry about the upside down or monsters. All that matters is them.

_______

Wellllllllll, I didn’t mean for this to get this long. Like, I was just wanting the alibi thing but with an actual secret relationship 🫣 I went a little outta hand and honestly I probably could’ve wrote out them telling their relationship to everyone but decided nah. Maybe I’ll write that out another time. Tagging those who made comments on my original post & those I talked to about this!

@i-less-than-three-you @artiststarme @stevesoli @grandwretch @val-from-lawrence @mentalcyborg @boop-ba-doop @lwhoscribbles @itsfreakingbats @annoyinglyfanon @counting-dollars-counting-stars @moonshadows-13

#steddie #steddie au #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #Steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #Steve Harrington fic #Eddie Munson fic #it’s a secret relationship reveal ✌️ #it was supposed to be a small thing and it turned out to be a long thing instead #nburkhardt writes

[astrophileous]

Love Bugs was sooo good!!! Do you think they’d let Penelope plan a baby shower with the entire team? Maybe even a sex reveal and Penelope truly trying her best to not reveal it early, the others on Garcia duty to make sure she doesn’t let anything slip LOL

WAIT HOLD ON THAT IS SUCH A CUTE CONCEPT???

and I hope you don't mind me putting my own twist to this, but you literally just reminded me of this insta reel I saw a while back of a couple who was doing a sex reveal privately on the beach with a cake, and then the wife, very innocently pulled out the candle so that the husband could cut it, not realizing the cream sticking on the candle would prematurely reveal the sex to them 😭 now I just can't stop imagining Penelope accidentally doing the same thing KAJJSJEJ IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS

btw thank you so much for reading love bugs, I'm soooo happy you liked it <3333

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You couldn't have been less inclined towards the idea the first time Penelope had brought it to your attention.

The next time she did, Penelope knew better than to come empty-handed. Thankfully for her, JJ and Emily both seemed to be partial towards Penelope's brilliant suggestion.

"I think it'll be great, (Y/N)," JJ had said. "I never did one for Henry, but I helped a girlfriend host hers once. It was fun."

"And I, personally, am always down for a party." Emily grinned.

"But a gender reveal party, guys? Seriously?"

"It'll be great, Beets. Trust me," Penelope swore. "Plus, you don't need to worry your pretty little head with anything. You just sit back, relax, and let us three do the heavy liftings."

Eventually, with the right doses of persuasion and incessant pleading, you agreed to let them throw a sex reveal party for the baby; with one condition: you wanted to keep the whole thing small and simple.

But small and simple weren't exactly Penelope's forte.

JJ and Emily tried their best to keep the tech analyst in check during the entire planning process. It was bad enough that the two of them had to take turns monitoring Penelope to make sure she wasn't stepping out of any line, but when they finally received the envelope from your doctor containing the sex of the baby, Penelope grew even worse.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Penelope yelped when Emily's voice suddenly appeared beside her. The blonde scrambled to click a few buttons on her computer screen to close the page she was looking at before Emily could see what she was doing, but it was too late.

"Wasn't that the archive of the hospital (Y/N) goes to?"

"What? No. Of course not. Why? Did you think I hacked it? That's ridiculous, why would I ever hack--"

"Garcia," Emily's stern voice cut her off. "Did you seriously just hack a hospital's records to find out the sex of (Y/N)'s baby?"

Penelope's silence was all the confirmation that Emily needed.

"It won't happen again," the tech analyst murmured shamefully.

But it did, in fact, happen again.

"Pen?" JJ's eyebrows creased when, just a few days later, she spotted Penelope sitting behind the desk in her office.

"Yes? Oh, hi! Hey, how are ya? Nothing to see here!"

Penelope offered JJ a sheepish smile, one that was intended to conceal trouble but instead spoke of one. JJ's eyes squinted.

"What's that in your hand?"

"Oh, this?" Penelope raised her right hand, showing JJ the figurine of a duck dressed as Superman that she, for some reason, was holding. "It's my new buddy. I got him at a flea market last week. Isn't he cute?"

"I meant your other hand, Pen."

JJ raised her eyebrows expectantly.

Soon enough, Penelope surrendered to JJ's stare of death--the one that she had perfected since becoming a mother--and handed the envelop into JJ's awaiting palm.

"I'm sorry," Penelope said meekly, like a child being scolded after being caught with her hand in the candy jar.

A week before the party was supposed to be held, JJ had safely dropped the cake order at the bakery, along with the sacred envelope that you had entrusted in her care. In hindsight, it looked as though everything was finally going according to plan.

Until the D-day rolled around.

As Emily held down the fort back at Derek's and your shared place, JJ and Penelope resorted to cake duty. JJ let Penelope go into the bakery to grab the cake while she stayed in the car for a quick phone call. When Penelope didn't yet reappear after five minutes, JJ decided to follow her inside to see what was holding her up.

"Hey, Pen?" JJ called to Penelope, who was standing like a deer caught in headlights in the middle of the room. In front of her, the baker was holding the box of cake with visible confusion on his face. "What's wrong?"

"She's just been standing there like that. Frozen. Like she saw a ghost," the baker informed.

"Pen?"

"The apron," Penelope whispered.

"What?"

"The apron."

"What ap--oh no."

JJ's eyes widened almost comically when she finally registered what had Penelope looking so stunned.

"Sir," JJ began, "you didn't happen to be working on this cake before we came in, did you?"

"Yeah, I did. I was just finishing it up. Filling in the buttercream and adding some final touches."

JJ sighed. "So, you're saying that the buttercream on your apron is the buttercream you used to fill in the cake?"

JJ's question prompted the baker to look down at the apron he was wearing.

More specifically, at the colored buttercream that spoiled the sex of your baby.

"We've got a situation," JJ said to Emily as soon as she and Penelope found her in your kitchen half an hour later.

"What is it?"

"Me and Pen accidentally found out about the sex."

"You what?!"

"I found out about the sex. I know the sex," Penelope murmured from where she was standing behind JJ. "I know what it is. I know what--hey, you two!"

The three women swiveled their heads towards the doorway, seeing you standing there with Derek practically gluing himself to your back.

"Hi, girls. Everything alright in here?"

"Everything is fine! Why wouldn't it be?" Penelope chuckled nervously.

A frown appeared between Derek's eyebrows. "Babygirl, you okay?"

Penelope waved him off. "I'm fanta... bulous."

"Fantabulous?" Emily whispered.

"Pretty sure it's a combination of fantastic and fabulous." JJ whispered back.

You stared at Penelope in concern. "You sure you're okay, Pen?"

"I'm fine, Beets! Splendid, even! I'm just so happy to see the three of you! God, look at that. You're all so perfect together. My Beets, Chocolate Thunder, and your beautiful baby--"

"Okay!" JJ exclaimed, cutting Penelope off before she could spill the main surprise. "We've still got a lot of work to do here, so... go, both of you."

As soon as you and Derek were out of earshot, JJ said to Penelope, "Pen, you gotta calm down."

"I can't. Oh my God, I can't calm down. It's the knowing. I hate knowing secrets, I'm not good with them."

"It's only for one more hour," Emily reasoned. "You can do this. Just... take a deep breath."

JJ and Emily somehow managed to keep Penelope from spiraling any further, long enough for them to finally commemorate the main event of the night. Your living room was crowded with beloved and very familiar faces: members of the BAU and a few friends of yours and Derek's. The speakers were blasting "September" by Earth, Wind & Fire, and you stood in front of the guests with Derek to your side when Emily and Penelope finally brought out the cake.

"Ladies and gents, we're about to witness a very important moment in history," JJ announced to the room. "In a few minutes, we'll finally find out the sex of the newest member of the (Y/L/N)-Morgan's household!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. You felt Derek give your hip a squeeze.

"Does anyone care to share their guesses?" JJ asked.

Shouts of "boy" and "girl", and a very vague shriek of "twins", all piled on top of one another. JJ quickly gestured with her hands for the crowd to calm back down.

"Without further ado, I present to you, Derek Morgan and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!"

As your guests exploded in a synchronized ovation, Derek pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. "You ready, Bug?"

"As long as you are, Mr. Morgan."

You and Derek each grabbed a knife from the table, but before the blades could touch the cake, Penelope's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Wait, let me remove those candles for you."

"No, Penelope!"

Emily's warning came too late.

The entire room held their breaths at the sight of the candles in Penelope's hand. The tech analyst darted her eyes in confusion before she realized what she had done.

"Oh no."

"Is that--" Derek's voice sounded lost in awe.

"Yes, it is," you breathed out.

"The cream, it's--"

"I know." A humorous chuckle escaped your chest as a lone tear fell down your cheek. "It's a blue buttercream. We're having a boy."

Derek didn't waste any second before gathering you in his arms. Around you, your crowds of friends celebrated along in a sequence of hoorays and applause. But even in the midst of that ruckus, you felt like there were no other people left on this world with you other than Derek and your baby.

Your son.

"Hey, Little Man," Derek whispered as his hand landed on your belly. "I can't wait to meet you."

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x you #derek morgan x y/n #derek morgan fluff #derek morgan fic #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan imagine #dad derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds imagine #shemar moore #love bugs #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Is there possible for another unemployed chapter ? 👀

read the warnings!! I didn’t know you guys wanted another part lol

𝒰𝓃ℯ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℴ𝓎ℯ𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓍

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓋ℯ

Warnings- mentions of blood, child murder, Williams a lil abusive… sorry. Suggestive at the end.

Despite his odd behavior when you asked about the pizzeria, you continued to dig for it. Soon, after months and months of trying to gain his trust, he trusted you to stay home alone while he worked.

Eyes still heavy from sleep, you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and saw a little paper.

“I trust you enough for you to stay home. Of course, I still have cameras on my computer, so don’t even think about trying anything. Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll take you out today. Love you.”

And the one place he didn’t have cameras? The garage.

You took a sip of water, glancing around the living room space. Just unplug that one and you would be fine. You would just say it must’ve malfunctioned.

You walked over to the room, as if everything was normal. Then, you acted like you dropped something and picked it up.

You unplugged the camera while down, picking up the water bottle and avoiding the hallway cameras. You rummaged through drawers, and stumbled across the key. It was hidden deep under paperwork.

You smiled to yourself, as smart as he was he could be dumb. You unlocked the garage from the inside of the house, opening it.

You looked around. Spare parts, some photo frames. You picked up one, it had his old friend you were guessing. Henry.

Tools, and machinery were expected. But out of the corner of your eye was a head. The top of a head, wires built in and you admired the work before you noticed something. A blade coming out from the back.

It was in a box, so you turned the box around. You furrowed your eyebrows at what you saw. The head was full of blades. Why?

Then you noticed a camera and a paper from underneath the box. You managed to pick them out from underneath.

The paper was a printing of a police report.

“William Afton..” you mumbled, skimming over it.

You gasped, and even though he had come out as innocent, these charges were.. terrible. And if he could kidnap you…

You then flipped to the camera. It was old, dusty. You turned it on, and looked through the gallery. A picture of him and a little blonde girl. Weird..

But you continued looking through, some more pictures of the little girl, Henry, the animatronics. Then you stopped flipping through.

A picture of a little boy, tied up in a chair. The blades on the head spinning.

What the fuck? It was gut wrenching, the sight.

“I see you found it.” He said, leaning against the doorway. You jumped, throwing the camera and turning to him.

“William- I- promise, I didn’t see anything-“

“Don’t lie to me.”

Tears streaming down your face, he was going to kill you.

He came closer, and you backed up until you hit the wall. And he loved seeing you terrified because of him.

“What am I going to do with you…? Hmm?” He spoke. A hand came out, and you backed your head up against the wall as far as you could, avoiding his hand.

His hand grazed your jaw, then gripped it. He turned your head, facing you to look at him.

“What did I say?”

“What?”

“What did I say, when I brought you here?” His words were sharp enough to cut through diamonds.

“You.. said to never come in here..”

“Correct. So, why the hell are you in here?”

You whimpered as his grip got stronger, it was painful. You tried to look away but he roughly turned your head again.

“Look at me and answer.”

“Because.. I was- I don’t know!”

“You do know.”

“Because I was curious, okay?!” You sobbed. “Please, please I’m sorry-“ you said when he grabbed your hands, letting go of your jaw.

He led you to the bedroom, you begged for your life. He practically threw you onto the floor.

“I’ll do anything! Please, William-“

“Anything, huh?”

You nodded quickly. Your eyes widened when his hands went to his belt.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #william afton #matthew lillard!william afton x reader #matthew lillard x reader

[the-black-parade-system]

Please do an enemies to lovers kinda thing with Jason x fem reader, where Jason has to train reader but she doesn't feel comfortable around weapons. Jason doesn't like reader at first since he's all Roman and training is important for demigods and yada yada, but as time passes by they start understanding each other? Sorry if it's too long waa. Thank you 🫶

“Miss Perfect”

Jason Grace x Aphrodite!Reader

Summary: Jason and the child of Aphrodite, Y/N, were not at all friendly to each other. They didn’t even want to go near each other, let alone train, until, Your half sister Piper Mclean forced you and Jason to take a training session together

Warning(s): N/A

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST LOVE<333 this is my first time writing for someone and not for myself so please tell me if this is bad or I should fix something! I also did this while watching but I’m a cheerleader so uh-

“Piper! You know I hate him, don’t you understand that?” You grumbled as your half sister Piper put her hand up to her forehead and massaged her temple like a disappointed parent. 

“And I also don’t understand why, why can’t you have one training session with him!” She said, taking her hand off of her head dramatically. 

“Becuz, he’s just so..intimidating! He always seems so mean, and he gives me a side eye every time I see him.” You gave a small huff as Piper got up from her chair and grabbed your hand. She pulled you up from where you were sitting, making you stand up.

“You’ll survive.” She shrugged and let your hand go 

“Go get your sword and meet me down at the amphitheater, mk?” She winked at you and then ran off to the amphitheater. You gave a sigh and then walked to your bed. You grabbed your sword, it was pink and had a rose design going up the side. You put it by your side and then walked slowly out to the amphitheater. 

“I don’t wanna train with stupid Jason..” you grumbled softly to yourself as you kicked your sword in the grass as you walked, skimming over the top of the blades of grass but never actually digging into the dirt. This was gonna be terrible, but there was a perk to it, Jason was really pretty. And totally your type. You tried not to think about it too much so you didn’t have another crush on a guy who thought you were too weird or too annoying. 

You eventually got to the amphitheater and saw Piper and Jason talking, a smile on Pipers face and a shit eating grin on Jason’s stupid pretty face. 

“Pipes!” You gave a smile and ran up to your half sister, Jason’s face went confused.

“What’s she doing here?” Jason questioned, it didn’t sound exactly mean but it was a little hurtful. Piper cleared her throat obnoxiously

“Jason Grace, you are training with Y/N Y/L/N today!” She said in a deep voice, mocking a football announcer or something. His eyes widened at Piper and he looked at her with a look that said 

“Are you crazy?” Jason said in an angry whisper and Piper just shrugged

“Get over it Superman, you’re trainin’ with her.”  Piper smiled and then walked away, sticking up a peace sign as she walked off “Peace, losers! Don’t kill each other!” She yelled and ran off back to the Aphrodite cabin.

“Sooo,. Jason right?” You tried to seem friendly since you didn’t get killed since he looked buff as hell. His tight boring red shirt and boring blue jeans made him look like a target employee but he still looked so, so, pretty.. his finger dug into your chest right below your neck.

“Listen, I don’t know why Piper is making us train together but all I want is for this to be over, this isn’t a chance for us to be friends, understood?” His eyebrows kissed on his forehead as he silently scolded you in an angry whisper. You backed up a little. You gave a nod as your mouth gaped open a little. You knew Jason could be mean but not this mean. His finger lifted off your chest and he backed up. 

“Alright get your sword, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He scoffed and then grabbed his sword that was leaning on the wall. You nodded slowly and shut your mouth and then grabbed your sword that was also sitting on the wall next to Jason’s. It was way too big for you to hold and you hated using it, your face scrunched up as you grabbed it and Jason was waiting for you. You walked over and dragged your sword on the ground, Jason looked at you like you were dumb.

“Don’t drag it on the ground you idiot! It dulls the sword.” Jason facepalmed and dragged his hand across his face and it landed back on his sword. 

“Ok listen, what is your deal? Have you never trained before?” He sighed and went over to you, putting his sword back on the wall. 

“I don’t like training, it’s so stupid, it makes you get dirty and-“ you tried to keep explaining but stopped. Why was Jason being so mean? 

“Ok well, you need to train, you can’t expect monsters to kill themselves!” Jason’s voice raised. Fuck. You could usually deal with yelling, but it was just a lot right now. Especially with the pressure of fighting with a sword. You wiped your eyes that had welled up with tears.

“Sorry.” You muttered out and took in a sharp breath. Jason’s expression softened.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell I just got kinda pissed off.” Jason sighed and then grabbed your shoulders. 

“Listen. I’m sorry I was being a dick. Let’s just train mk?” He gave a weak smile and let go of your shoulders. You sighed and looked up at Jason, he was even prettier when he smiled. 

“Yeah, sure.” You said and grabbed your sword. 

After a few minutes of Jason training you he sighed and put his sword down.  He breathed in and out heavily. 

“Didn’t know you were this good with a sword, take a break yeah?” He smiled through his heavy breathing then opened his water bottle and took a sip. You were also breathing pretty heavily and you were both covered in sweat.

“Yeah..” you opened up your water bottle as well and sipped your water. 

“I guess miss perfect can handle a sword.” He smiled and giggled at you, making you blush. You smiled back at him. 

“Wanna train tomorrow?” You smiled at him. You still didn’t love Jason but it was worth it to see his face. 

“Sure. Cya.” Jason smiled and picked up his stuff. He winked at you before leaving  the amphitheater. You blushed and gave a slight wave.

“Cya.”

#jason grace x reader #jason Grace fluff #jason grace fanfic #jason grace x y/n #pjo x reader

[c-m-stuff]

Safe Again

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful son, but suddenly he is involved in a school shooting.

-Warnings: Angst, having a child, school shooting (no one gets hurt, except the shooter)

-Word count: 1318

-Note: (Repost from Wattpad!) It's horrible this happens often, and I'm so sorry for the ones who have experienced this. I hope, everyone is okay and safe. Also, let's say this is around season 7 referring to the kids age. Much love <3

Masterlist

Y/N POV:

'Admit it, pretty girl. I won the game.' Derek stated, while we all were sitting in the conference room.

'Yeah, only because you cheated!' I said back, with a chuckle on my face.

'No, I didn't!'

'Yes, you did.' my husband confirmed, while the others nodded.

Just as Derek wanted to argue back, Aaron came in with a rush. We all got quiet, looking at his concerned state. It made us also worried.

'We need to leave, now.' he spoke in a serious voice, meaning it.

'Hotch, what's wrong?' Emily asked, as we all looked up at him, confused.

'There is a school shooting.' he started, as we all got up immediately, but he stopped us.

'In the school of our kids.' he finished, all our eyes wide, full of fear and concern.

Our son, Henry and Jack, went all to the same school. However, they weren't the same age. Jack is a little bit older, while Henry and (Y/S/N) are almost the same age. But, they were best friends, which is great.

We took as quick as we could our stuff, running towards the black SUV's. I sat next to Spencer, holding his hand tightly. I looked him in the eyes, with concern and fear. Spencer looked at me the same way.

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Finally, we all made it into the school, already wearing our bulletproof vests. Just as we stepped out of the SUV's, we heard the loud sound of shooting. My heart went faster and faster, worse scenarios taking my thoughts over. A single tear, escaping my eye.

'HOTCH!' suddenly Derek yelled, as just on time, he shot.

The unsub, collapsed on the ground, while crying it our from the pain. He tried to shoot at us, the first thing when we arrived, but luckily Derek didn't let him. Derek ran over to him, making sure his weapon was out of sight, and cuffing the shooter.

There was standing an officer, who probably made the call, waiting for us. We all walked, with high speed, towards him.

'Is there another shooter?' Aaron tried to ask him as normal as possible, but we could hear his shaking voice.

'That was the only one. We all heard shots a few times, but I don't know if anyone got hit.'

'Alright, Reid, Prentiss, Morgan and I, are bringing the kids in safety downstairs. JJ, Rossi and (Y/L/N), you do that upstairs.' Aaron ordered, as we all nodded, before entering.

Just like he had said, me, JJ and David, went upstairs. We first called all the children with us, saying they were safe, and that they needed to go outside. As we had all the kids, and the classrooms were empty, David offered to bring them, together with the teachers, outside. JJ and I, thanked him, and went to look for our own children, as they weren't with the rest of the kids.

We both went different directions, calling out their names, looking in every classroom. My heard raced as crazy, as I tried not to breakdown, from fear and concern.

I went inside a classroom, seeing nobody.

'(Y/S/N), Henry, Jack!' I called out, as suddenly I heard footsteps running towards me.

'Mommy! Auntie (Y/N)! Aunt (Y/N)!' the three familiar voices, making me sign out a breath of relief.

To be clear, I wasn't technically their aunt, which I don't mind. But, I've spent a lot of time with them, and they started to call me also "auntie (Y/N)" or "aunt (Y/N)", making me really happy.

I squatted down, while spreading my arms open, as the three boys ran into my arms. I hugged them tight, and pressed a kiss on each of their heads.

'Omg, there you are. We all were so worried. Are you guys okay? Are you in any pain?' I asked them, slightly releasing them from the hug.

'We don't have pain, mommy.' my son said, as they nodded their heads in agreement.

Their eyes were still filled with fear, and I could see, that they have cried.

'Everything is okay now. We have the bad guy, he can't come anymore. You are all safe.' I assured them, as they calmed down.

'Let's find your mommy, Henry, and you daddy, Jack. They are really worried about you.'

'Do you want to hold my hands?' I asked them, as they immediately took them.

I stood up, (Y/S/N) holding my left hand, while Henry was holding my right. Jack, holding Henry's hand.

I walked out of the classroom, as I just saw JJ across the hallway, leaving a classroom, only to quickly go to another. She was with her back towards us, causing me to call her.

'JJ!' she turned around, as a weight fell off her shoulders.

'MOMMY!' Henry yelled, as he let go of my hand, running in the arms of the blonde.

'Henry, I was so worried. Are you alright? Oh, come here.' she lifted him up, hugging him.

She thanked me, with appreciation on her face. I smiled, happy the two had reunited. In the meanwhile, I was holding Jack's hand with my right, as we walked closer to them.

'DADDY!' Jack yelled, as he also let go of my hand, running towards his father, who just took the stairs.

Aaron immediately lifted him up, hugging him also closely.

'There you are. Is everything okey? You're safe now, buddy.' he reassured his son, also whispering a "thank you", as I replied with a smile.

'Hotch, have you seen Spence?'

'Yeah, he's looking worriedly downstairs.'

'Thanks.'

I squatted down again, meeting our beautiful son.

'Let's go find daddy.' I said to him, as I lifted him up. I pressed a kiss on his head, still so relieved he is okay. Relieved that everyone is okay.

I went downstairs with him, as I saw, Derek, David and Emily, just leaving a classroom, still looking for the missing kids.

'Oh, you have him.' Emily breathed out a sigh of relief, they all did.

'Yeah, Henry and Jack are also fine.' I answered, as they relaxed more.

'That's good. No one got hurt, by the way.' Emily spoke out, putting a smile on my face.

'That's great. Do you guys know where Spencer is?'

'He's looking here somewhere.' Derek answered, as I thanked them, before leaving to find Spencer.

'Sweetheart, do you want to call your daddy, please?' I asked our son, as he nodded.

'DADDY!' he yelled, as Spencer rushed out of a classroom. Once he saw us, he ran towards us.

'Gosh, are you both okay? Are you hurt, buddy?' he said, worriedly, as I handed our son to him.

(Y/S/N), shook his head, while his dad hugged him tight.

'I found him with Henry and Jack, they're all fine. No one got hurt.' I assured him, as I planted a kiss on his cheek. He did the same with me, before my phone began to rang.

Seeing who was calling, I answered my phone, and putted it on speaker.

'Finally, someone picks up. Please, please, tell me the children are alright.' I heard Penelope, concern raising her voice.

'Everyone is fine, Penny. No one got hurt, and we found (Y/S/N), Henry and Jack.'

'Thank goodness, you all need to bring the kids to here, I need to cuddle them.' she joked, but deep down, she meant it.

'Will do, Penny.' and, with that, everyone went back to the BAU, with the kids.

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#criminal minds #cm #spencer reid #fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid x fem!reader #having children #angst imagine

[plutoswritingplanet]

White Rabbit pt.2 (Peter Ballard x Female!Reader)

PART 1

a/n: first of all, i am so fucking sorry it took so long. life kept kicking me over the head, like i was a damn football. but, i’m here now.  Started writing it....had a breakdown... bon appetit

Warnings: NON-CON, a lot of threatening, Possessive Behavior, Explicit Sexual Content (oh, you know guys, the usual)

Summary: As you keep getting stalked by the visions sent by Vecna, one moment of peace gets cruelly interrupted. 

One pill makes you larger.

There is no way in hell you'll be able to listen to this song again, after this whole ordeal is over. It's already becoming quite annoying, your brain seeking other means of stimulation every time you are forced to rewind the tape. It was your favorite song, of course, but you had so many different ones. You missed Jimi Hendrix, you were not going to lie.

The base continues to repetitively resound throughout your brain, mixing with the ever-present ticking of a grandfather's clock. Sometimes, you can almost make out the familiar shape, the white face with beautiful, ornate numbers. It emerges between the paneling of Max's camper, resurfaces from the drying patches of grass, when you look out the window. Every single sighting, a reminder of your shameful encounter from days before.

Arguably, Max went through her curse in a much more agreeable state than you. The little ginger kept her headphones on dutifully, giving you an annoyed glance, when you took a bit too long to put on yours. Guilt squeezed the insides of your stomach in vice-like grip, whenever she looked at you with this unreadable expression of hers. Like she could read your scrunched eyebrows, deduce the whole story from the way you bit your lip whenever the monster's name was mentioned. She knew something was wrong, of that you were certain. And despite all that, despite the shame consuming your insides, you still wanted nothing more, than to hold the child's hand, to tell her everything was going to turn out fine. Even if you didn't believe a word from that sentiment.

There was a plan forming. A very half-assed plan, that had nearly as many holes, as Swiss cheese. But it was the best you lot had, and after hearing Nancy's prophetic visions, you knew, there was little time for thinking. When you first heard that Vecna, One, Henry, whatever his name was, had imprisoned Nancy in the Upside Down, had shown her nightmares beyond comprehension, your blood ran cold. What did she see, what did he show her? Did she know about your little altercation in her bathroom? Hopefully not. You couldn't stand the thought of your friend knowing about your momentary lapse of strong will.

- He only has one kill left - Dustin says gravely, his hand squeezing your wrist.

You can't look at him. Can't stand seeing your brother worry so much, especially since you are supposed to be the one looking after him. Perhaps Vecna was right, perhaps you really did fail him. You shudder under the oppressing thought, squeezing your eyes shut, so no one can see your pained expression. Despite all that, the feeling of his eyes burning holes into your face makes you twist your palm. You give his smaller hand a hard squeeze, one, that hopefully conveyed just how much he doesn't have to worry about you. Even if you can always hear the sound of the clock just below the music. Even if Vecna keeps sending you visions of spiders crawling over your friends shoulders, little reminders, that after all, you are completely and utterly alone.

Your eyes drift towards Max. She stands straight as an arrow, staring with unseeing eyes, a deep scowl on her face. Your heart nearly wrenches itself out of your chest. This poor fucking kid.

You'd never tell this to Dustin, or anyone else, to be frank. But when Vecna inevitably attacks again, you wish he'd go after you. Max doesn't deserve this, any of this, and despite knowing that you're not ready to die, you'd give yourself over in the blink of an eye, to save her. To save any of the kids. You've watched them grow, alongside your brother, and you'd be damned if you didn't consider every single one of them family.

You've taught Dustin how to ride a bike, your daily lessons quickly gaining an audience of his three friends. Not only that, but you made them sandwiches, when they started hanging out for hours on end, becoming the cool sister. One, that smuggled them sweets and soda, when their parents worried about potential rotten teeth.

Which is why you raise your hand immediately, when the subject of a trap entered the room. You needed to keep Vecna occupied, keep him in one place while others got to his lair. So, the most logical answer would be, to give yourself over. Serving yourself on a silver platter, and praying it gives everyone enough time.

Max leaves the camper, the moment the decision is made. She can't look at you. To be quite honest, not one person from the group can hold your gaze. The pity painted on their faces is making you squirm. It's a small price to pay for stopping the end of the world, and there were quite a few ideas already brewing in your mind.

You wonder how much you can really push your luck.

He did say, he wanted to keep you, savor the guilt or whatever the fuck he enjoys tasting these days. You'd be lying, if the prospect of using this newfound connection to the monster didn't fill you with a sense of anticipation. The memory of his tormenting touches both painful and arousing. What do the people call it? The Call of The Void? You've read about it sometime ago, during one of your weekly raids conducted on the local library. It is a phrase used to describe an unexplainable impulse to hurl yourself into the void, be it height, or, in your case, the life-ending embrace of a monster.

The hot summer air hits your face, as you exit Max's camper. The whole team wearing determined expressions on their faces, the plan slowly rolling into action. You fell behind the group, lost in thought, a deep scowl painting your features as you mulled over all the possible outcomes. None of them were without gigantic risks, and you dreaded for the safety of your friends. Max had explained to you her idea, how to keep Vecna at bay, how to hide from him inside your own mind. Since then, you kept mulling over any happy memories you could find. Prom night, your sixteenth birthday, the day the group first introduced you to Eleven. Images flash behind your eyes, as White Rabbit slowly comes to an end. The grass under your feet is starting to become yellow from the unreleting sun.

That's when a gentle hand on your wrist catches your attention, snapping you back to reality from the confines of your daydreaming. Gentle, brown eyes peer at you from under a cheap rendition of a Michael Myers mask. One of his slender hands drags the rubber up, so the man can look at you properly. Curse him and his dimples, you think, as Eddie Munson smiles at you. There's worry painted across his face, as his eyes swipe all over you, taking in your expression like this is the first time you've seen each other.

- Hey - he says in a hushed whisper, and you can't help but smile at his casual tone.

You can feel his rings drag the material of your shirt, when he rubs his hand on your shoulder in a comforting gesture. Never, not once in all the years you knew about, or heard about Eddie Munson, did you notice the way his eyes reflected rays of sunshine. It is truly a shame your brother didn't bother to introduce you before all hell broke loose. At the same time, maybe it was for the better. Your mother would surely develop a heart disease from all the stress, after seeing her children hang around a man such as Eddie. Light catches on one of his rings, and you are cruelly reminded, that time does not, in fact, stay still, no matter how much you wish it to.

- Hey - you answer, cheeks already forming a blush, to your inner despair.

- You okay? You look kind of... not...here - his hands move, when he speaks, even when he tries to be subtle.

To that, you smile, a shaky one, but a smile nonetheless. A chuckle escapes you, one, that startles you in its sincerity. Eddie smiles as well, cheeks coming up to frame his beautiful, dark eyes.

- Yeah, well, being the bait will do that to you - you attempt to joke, even if the words leave a bitter taste on your tongue.

You can clearly see a shadow of concern flash across his face, as his hand squeezes your shoulder a bit tighter. He's one of those people, who wear their emotions clear as day. There's no guessing about what he's feeling, and you appreciate that. From all the new and terrifying things barging into your life, Eddie proves to be the least confusing.

- I wish I could tell you everything will be alright - he sighs, eyes leaving your face in favor of dancing across the space between the two of you.

- You don't have to, really - you assure him, one hand coming up to rest atop his, giving his slender fingers a soft squeeze, hopefully conveying everything your words cannot.

His face stretches out in a smile, eyes sparkling with that gentle expression you've come to anticipate. And then, you blink.

And when you open your eyes, there's no Eddie.

Instead of his familiar frame, your eyes fall onto a stained-glass rose, floating into the red sky, right in front of your face. You scream, stumble back, until your foot catches onto some sort of root, and you fall backwards. Your body collides with the wet surface underneath, something rotten immediately seeping into the fabric of your clothes, red substance splashing across your shoes. The sight wrenches a gag from your throat. The air is thick and unpleasant, residue clings to your skin, invading your eyes and nose. You cough into a balled fist, and shudder at the unpleasant, tearing feeling in your larynx. Then, just as you're about to take a shaky breath, something wraps itself around your throat.

Before you can even think of screaming, your oxygen gets cut off, and you are forcibly yanked up, to your feet. As much as you struggle and wail, you cannot contort your head back enough, to see, what is holding you captive. It feels raw and fleshy on your skin, and if you focus hard enough, you can almost distinguish four, sharp fingers along with a thumb, squeezing down. Your legs kick out, as you begin to feel lightheaded, and just as the corners of your vision begin to fade to black, the hold loosens. The gasping breath you take feels like razors going down your throat. You take it anyway, despite the pain, tears springing in your eyes.

- So troublesome - you hear a terrifyingly familiar voice, words muttered into the crown of your head, lips moving in your hair.

Fear, like living ice, climbs up your entire body, when the realization as to where exactly you ended up in, falls on you like an avalanche. There's various debris flying around you. Pieces of wooden structures, gigantic, warped remains of cement, smaller rubble falling from the sky. Pieces of a home, you realize, as you begin to recognize wooden columns, a set of ornate stairs, windows. Out in the red space, a familiar grandfather's clock begins to spin, slowly, like it has all the time in the world.

- Let me go - you mutter, brain beginning to slow down, some sort of confounding fog coming over your senses, one, which you refuse to associate with desire.

There's a chuckle, clawed fingers flex around your neck, sharp nails retracting. Soon, there's no memory of a monster holding you captive, and if you look down, you can see a blurred image of a familiar white shirt. He's back to playing pretend, or so it seemed. You'd be lying, if you said you weren't grateful for that small change. It helped to keep your mind from breaking, well, from breaking completely. You want to scream, to tear your body away from this creature, which has caused nothing except blood and suffering. But as you boil on the inside, there's a pressure at your back. A warmth of a body being pressed against yours.

Another hand finds its purchase around your waist, fingers dragging across your shirt, toying with the hem, but never quite catching your skin.

- You know - he starts in a light voice, goosebumps erupting all across your skin from the feeling of his breath fanning over the back of your neck - I never liked sharing.

There's an edge to his deep rumble, one, that makes you open your eyes and hold your body taunt as a string. But he's breathing. My God, he really is breathing. Which means, either he learned how to pretend to be human, even more convincingly... Or he was real, tangible, not some figment of your corrupted mind.

- My mother, my stupid, pathetic mother, used to make me share all my toys with my sister. All my childhood I've never had anything, that was truly mine.

At the word "mine" his head dips down behind you, nose burying deep into the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. You shudder yet again, as he takes a long whiff of air, before letting out a nearly sinful groan. It shakes the very bones inside of you, and your body immediately reacts, a familiar pressure of arousal seizing your lower stomach.

- Which is why - he continues after composing himself, voice still slightly rough - I do not enjoy my things being taken away from me, even for a second.

There's a pregnant pause between the two of you, and you realize, he's waiting for you to say something.

Your brain scrambles for any response to this vague sentiment he has presented you with. Taken away? You weren't taken away in any way, shape or form. He let you go, quite literally. So, you stand, eyes still searching for any means of escape, as you feel him move against your back, like a restless snake. His head comes to rest upon your shoulder, and you know he's looking at your face. His eyes bear into you, drilling holes into your cheek, as if he's trying to see your teeth through your skin. He probably can. This is his domain after all.

- I don't know what you're talking about - you seethe through your teeth, testing your strength against his grip.

Another chuckle, but this one sounds too cold, too humorless, and with a gasp, you feel his hand leave your throat, fingers immediately digging into your hair and grabbing a handful. Then, he spins you around, like a ragdoll, until you are forced to look him in the eye. The beautiful, blue eyes, ones, which holds a cruel glint of sinister pleasure at the sight of your contorted face.

- Do you think I'm stupid? - he asks, all gentleness leaving his voice, and for a split second, you can see his image flicker, giving you a glimpse of the monster he truly was.

The gasp you let out is drowned by a wet, disgusting sound, as his hands throw you back, causing you to land on your backside. The floor welcomes you just like it did moments before, with this weird, unnatural substance coating your clothes, your skin, your hair. Before you can even think of finding your bearings, the man bends down. His movements elegant and effortless, as he climbs over your body. One hand on your knee pushes your legs apart, until he can sit between them comfortably.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, when he drags his eyes through the length of your body, before captivating you in that cold gaze of his. There's no escape from his eyes, and the pure evil lurking within. Evil, and something else. Something, he can read from your own face as easily, as one would read the alphabet.

- Please - you breath out, although you're not sure what you're begging for.

His delicate lips stretch out into a knowing smile. But there's no kindness in his expression, and before you can register this familiar, sinister glint in his baby-blue eyes, his hand grips your throat yet again. This time, his muscles twitch, and you gasp, as your head gets pushed to the ground. Liquid seeps into your hair, dyeing it the color of rust. The force of the impact shakes the very brain inside of your skull, and as specs of white dance around your vision, you try your best to focus on his features.

He leans in, keeping his gaze fixed on your disoriented face, until you can feel the illusion of a breath tickle your temple. Then, you fight to surpress a moan, when he drags his teeth over your earlobe.

- I told you, I will destroy all your friends, everyone you love - he whispers cruel words in the most tender of tones.

Your blood runs cold, and he pins you to the ground, as your body tenses up.

- And, because you force my hand, I will make sure Edward Munson suffers the most.

Panic, bloodcurdling and sudden like a shockwave, ripples through your entire body. Suddenly, you realize why you're here. Because you smiled at him, because you entertained the notion of exploring further relationship... Because you knew you were chosen by the monster, and you still wanted the hero.

- No - your voice is weak, and so is your body, as you start to struggle under his lithe form.

- Oh yes - the monster leans back, to look at your face, a beautiful, radiant smile painting his features - Yes, because it will hurt you. Yes, because I want to see your heartbreak. I want you to understand, without a doubt, that there is only one person in all of the universe you belong to.

Tears start to pool at the corners of your eyes, pain and regret twisting your features. Eddie's face worms itself into your mind, beautiful, brown eyes hollowed and bloody, jaw unnaturally bent.

- And that person - Vecna's image shifts, as rage shakes his stature atop yours - Is me.

Nothing could prepare you for the kiss he has wrenched out of you. His lips soft and unrelenting, as they descended upon yours, like a thunder from the sky. Teeth clink against yours, when he demands access to your mouth, one, you're determined to withhold. That's when his free hand grips your jaw in a vice grip, fingers pressing into your gums, until you are forced to open your mouth. He's quick to fill it, wet tongue immediately searching every crevice it can reach.

Despite it's cruelty, your back arches into the kiss, body writhing underneath him. Your eyes remain tightly screwed shut, as you let the monster take it's fill of you. Hand twists your hair, adding even more pressure at your scalp, and soon you start to worry he'll rip out a chunk of your locks. His other hand is restless as well, traveling the expanse of your stomach, worming itself under the cotton fabric of your shirt.

The feeling of his fingers digging into the flesh of your breast is familiar. Reminiscent of your previous encounter in the bathroom, although much more terrifying.

Because now, you know this isn't just a game you're playing with the monster on your own.You've dragged another, innocent person along with you, straight into the void. Tears preak the corners of your eyes at the mere thought, of what Vecna has in store for your hero.

- Tell me... - his melodic voice brings you back to reality, eyes snapping open, as you gasp for air.

He looks as unaffected as ever, his illusion of a face just a breath away from yours. You marvel at how realistic it looks, at the way you can see the texture of his skin. The way his flawless cheeks now carry a shade of pink so pretty, you almost forget what he is.

- Tell me... - he repeats, softer this time, his palm sliding from under your shirt, in favor of finding one of your hands.

He brings your arm closer to him, leaning away so he can press a kiss right at your wrist. Your eyes flutter at the gesture, and shame mixes with desire in your gut. He has no right, being what he is, and still doing what he does to you.

- Tell me... - a whisper, lips ghosting over the underside of your forearm.

- When he touches you - your body goes rigid, but he doesn't deter, a ghost of a kiss in the hook of your elbow - Do you feel safe from me?

Your eyes lock, blue encasing yours like the deepest parts of the ocean, dragging you down, and down, towards the darkest of hells. You feel so stupid now. Just another idiot girl, thinking she can outrun unstoppable evil. Thinking, she can find a safehaven in some oblivious boy she barely knew.

But there's still some fight left in your bones, and as his head dips below to bite at your shoulder, you strike. Bending your arm at a speed you're quite surprised you possess. Your fingers find purchase against some fleshy vine creation. It twists in your grasp, a living organism of it's own, despite coming out of his body. Without much of a thought, you pull, fast and ruthless, until the vine pops free. Hot, dark liquid covers your hand, sticking to your skin in a disgusting coat.

The reaction is instantaneous.

Vecna snarls, his body flinging itself off of yours, as he grips the side of his neck. The illusion is gone. What once was a beautiful, angelic man, now is an aglamation of vines and leathery skin. You don't wait any longer, scrambling to your feet. Sneakers you've picked up at a garage sale years ago nearly fall off of your feet, as you throw yourself into a sprint. Muscles scream at you, from under your skin. They've never been used quite as intensely as this, and you know full-well, you won't be able to keep this tempo up for long.

There isn't really any place to run, your mind being completely infected by this vision of a red wasteland. Staying here would be a death sentence however, so, you choose an unfamiliar line of trees, somewhere in the distance. Perhaps, you could hide inside the forest. Wait out, until your friends find a way to help you. Because they will find a way. They aways do.

All your hopes are snuffed away in an instant. You make marely a couple of steps towards your supposed freedom, when a hand grabs at the back of your shirt. Stitches tear, as your body is flung in the air, landing with a sickening splatter right at the bottom of the lonesome, wooden stairs. Every bone in your body hurts, adrenaline making your muscles shake so much, you can't support your weight enough, to push yourself up.

Vecna descends upon you, a wicked snarl twisting his monstrous features. Your head starts to pound, images of the monster and the angelic boy flicker, mixing together right in front of your eyes. You don't know, what you're looking at. You don't know, which face you punch with all your might.

Henry Creel falls onto the floor, as your foot kicks out, hitting him right in the stomach. Vecna gathers himself up, and pounces on you again, as you try to crawl up the stairs. Then, it's Henry again, putting his hand around your neck in a gesture so familiar, it doesn't shock you anymore. Vecna glitches through, as you show your teeth, like a wild animal, that fights as hard as it can, before being put into a cage.

- Get the fuck off me - your voice is raw, breathless, as Henry's human form finally stabilizes for good.

Blonde locks fall in front of his eyes, framing his face in a way you've never seen before. There is wildness and rage in his gaze, one, you mirror with a feverish look of your own. Then, time stops, for only a second. Your breaths mix together, lips so close, you can almost feel them biting into your skin. There's anger brewing under your skin, a writhing, ugly feeling, much like his true form. But there is also desire, newly awakened by this short chase.

- Remember this - he whispers into the space between the two of you, and your eyebrows shoot up in confusion - I am going to ruin you completely.

He doesn't kiss you on the lips this time. Instead, his head dives down, immediatelly attacking your neck, teeth scraping that one place, where he can see your pulse run rampant. With a loud moan, you let go, finally giving yourself up. Jumping into the Void with arms wide open, ready to embrace the nothingness. Henry doesn't waste time, his hands drag your shirt upwards, your arms nearly dislocating, as he forcefully tears the fabric from your body. And you let him, your skin growing hungry for his touch with every second.

Then, comes the time for your pants. You slide down two steps, when this monster of a man fights with the damp fabric. Finally, he frees your legs, throwing the offending piece of garment somewhere into the red void.

The wooden steps dig painfully into your legs and your back. Your head bumps into the edge of the railing, and you pray your injuries don't transfer to the real world. If you ever make it out of here. Henry's body writhes between your open legs, as he unbuttons his white pants. Somehow, his attire remains unaffected by the grime of the surroundings. Your brain is too focused on him, on his fingers tearing into your flesh, to remember, that his current form is an illusion.

It certainly doesn't feel like an illusion, when he yanks your underwear to the side, and enters you in a swift movement of his hips. Your back arches from the steps, legs flailing, as you struggle to accommodate his size. While your first encounter in Nancy Wheeler's bathroom was all about teasing you, this feels more urgent, like there's truly some grand shadow of a time running out, hanging over you both.

Nails dig into the wood of the stairs, scraping the laquered coating. You don't know what to do with your hands, with any of your limbs for the matter. Because no matter where you put them, Henry immediately pistons into your with such force, your body shakes. And, what is perhaps the most terrifying thought of all, it feels good.

The way he pounds into you with reckless abandon, the way his hand comes up to grip your hair. His other hand holds tightly onto the wooden railing, muscles working overtime under the white fabric of his shirt. His head burries itself into the crook of your neck, where he pants, groans and whimpers, every sound sending delicious shivers all across your insides. This is you, this is all your doing. Your head falls back at the realization.

The pressure building at a fast pace in your lower stomach makes you buck your hips up, to meet Henry halfway, to take him in deeper.

- Tell me, who do you belong to? - he seethes into your ear, twisting your hair. - Say it's me, only me, who can make you feel this way.

You hate him so much, it shakes you to your very core. But, his thrusts slow down just enough, to make you whine at the loss of stimulation. You were so close, climbing towards your release with each bruising move of his hips.

- Say you're mine - he grits out, looking at you with those baby-blue eyes of his, so cruel and animalistic.

It's just words, after all. Just words, and you were so close.

- I'm yours - you don't recognize your voice, it sounds so far away - I'm your and it's only you, who can make me feel this way.

He seems satisfied, capturing your lips in a biting kiss.

One move is all it takes, a single, brutal thrust of his hips, and you're unraveling. Muscles spasm all at once, and the sound that wrenches itself out of your raw throat can only be described as a howl of a wild animal. He finishes not far behind, his hips stuttering, before finally, he lets out a strangled groan. His arm gives out, falling from the railing to the floor, and the weight of his body feels surprisingly grounding, as you try not to pass out from all the feelings overtaking you.

- Damn you - he whispers, hand grazing your cheek in a manner that could be considered romantic.

"No, damn you" you want to say, but can't find the strength to.

And as you both lay there, squeezed into the corner of the wooden steps, you blink again.

And when your eyes open, all you can see, are beautiful, brown eyes, looking at you with such concern and kindness, your heart breaks.

- Guys, she woke up! - Eddie screams, not once looking away from your face. - You completely lost conciousness back there. Gone! Poof!

His hands are warm on your shoulders, so gentle, so caring. And in that moment, as you look at him with pained expression, painted with guilt and fear of what will befall him, all you can do is break down and start crying.

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[mexicangela]

okay. so. about tedbecca.

this is long and i apologize i just have thoughts. first, the fakeout in the beginning was cruel. BUT i was willing to forgive because tbh it was kinda funny and i’m not convinced that the “morning after” tension between ted and rebecca didn’t make everyone, everyone, think for just a second that they had slept together. y’know, like, if there was never any chemistry there, why the fakeout to get tedbeccas excited/cut them down and antis worried? did the reason for ted, beard, and jane being there really make a ton of sense? no. therefore, it really does feel like it was just something they wrote in to be mean and, like. come on, guys. why be mean? second, their talk in the stands??? you gotta be fucking kidding me. rebecca welton poured her fucking soul out to ted and he didn’t have a thing to say about it other than that “i’ve already made my decision” bullshit? didn’t even offer her a hand or hug of comfort? how out of character was that? he seemed so stoic through the whole episode, like he was stunted. which, maybe has to do with his being sad about leaving but still it threw me off. jesus, talk about “subverting expectations” or whatever. also, the things rebecca was saying? “you go, i go”? the ultimatum of “either we both stay or we both leave” and then her saying they’d both go only to take it back in the end? be so fucking for real right now. the offer to pay him insane amounts of money then telling him there was really no kind of monetary compensation that could represent how much he meant to the club (and her), the proposed solution to bring his child and his child’s mother over to london for him to stay (it is one thing to offer to get henry over, but to extend the offer to michelle is something else)? those aren’t things regular old friends say/do for each other, i’m sorry. listen, i love my friends but that’s a lot to offer anyone. you really have to love someone to be willing to do all that and cry real tears while begging them to stay, to choose you, to choose the home you’ve made for yourself. third, the airport scene gutted me but AGAIN i was kind of at peace with it. it would have at least left it super open ended and allowed the fanbase to imagine what could have happened afterward, y’know. like the whole “rom-com leave-cute” thing was another mean thing to do because where was the rom or the com about that?? why do that? but like i said, i would have been at peace with it because, dear god, the way rebecca was looking at him (again, ted gave us almost nothing but whatever. not even a tear? ugh.). i mean, she was looking at him like she wanted to say “stay. choose me. choose your own happiness.” also i know she’s loaded but WHO BUYS A FIRST CLASS TICKET JUST TO GET PAST SECURITY ONLY TO SAY GOODBYE TO A GOOD PAL? doesn’t make sense to my little pea brain!!! sudeikis, make it make sense (unfortunately for me and everyone around me i still love him)! there really should have been an “i love you” and not even necessarily in a romantic way. these two are supposed to be soulmates, cosmically connected, there’s not supposed to be one without the other and all we got was…”thank you” and a head nod? like, yes, thank you. thank you for showing me warmth and kindness and grace. thank you for reminding me what my strength looks like. thank you for being there for me. yes, yes, yes, thank you! but an “i love you” really would have been wonderful and i’m actually sad they didn’t get to hear it from each other. fourth, the way nameless boat dude came back in like a fucking generic ass early disney prince was just lame. i thought it was lazy. here we have a rebecca who is devastated that this weird, funny, kindhearted american football coach who shoved himself into her life and her heart has just left to go back to kansas and this little dutch girl trips and suddenly rebecca’s found happiness? it’s frustrating. really, it is. like i’m happy rebecca has a shot at happiness and a family, but she just as well could have had it with ted, who is admittedly very similar to this dutch man. i don’t get it. this is where it well and truly lost me. fifth (this one’s a three parter, sorry), where’s ted’s happy ending? because i don’t think it’s a life of volunteering to coach children’s soccer. i know people have been implying/worrying that ted and michelle reconcile but i don’t see that happening. ted, at his core, is still the man michelle left. he’s still overly optimistic (although we didn’t see that in the finale, like what?), he’s still punny, and let’s be real, he’s still a mess. i didn’t see the resolution to his arc. in fact, returning to kansas feels like a regression. he literally ran from kansas. that’s the whole reason he went to richmond in the first place. what changed? why is he going back now? for henry, yes, of course, that’s understandable. and at the same time, within the show we’ve been shown that the bond of a father and child is not always enough to get dad to stay/be a good and decent father (i.e. ted’s father, i.e. james tartt sr., i.e. rebecca’s father). this isn’t, of course, true for ted and henry, but i think it’s a point to make concerning everyone saying things about the child-parent bond being end-all, be-all. for some people, that’s true. for others, it isn’t. it isn’t a jab at anyone or the parent-child relationship in general, it’s just the truth. this is a coin that has two sides, y’know. got off course there but anyway, henry also could have gone to london, which i think might have been the best thing for him anyway, he seemed to have a good time there and he would have had a whole band of new brothers with all the himbos. michelle isn’t a bad mother by any means, but she’s got her own shit to work through if the whole doctor jacob thing was anything to go by. i also don’t think the show did all that great of a job showing us that henry had this super deep connection with his dad, but maybe that was just me lol. regardless, i still understood the bond and its importance and of course ted wanted to be there for his child. that part does make sense. the way it was gone about felt like a disservice though. ted’s expression at the end there doesn’t scream happy. he looked rather sad to me, like something was weighing on him still. and i’m sure there was. i don’t think he’s at peace with himself yet, or happy. maybe he’ll get happy in kansas. i hope he does. but getting to see rebecca’s “happily ever after” and not ted’s hurt my heart. guess i was hoping they would actually subvert the expectations and have him stay in the home he’d made for himself instead of going back to the place where he lost so much. why did he have to give up his found family and the job he loved (and was still actively learning about!! offsides!!) and the best friend he made and the support system he found (which, no matter your age or your progress, you always need a support system) and the community that had come to love him andandand- all ted did was sacrifice to make other people happy and better and this feels like another sacrifice because his mom guilt tripped him by saying something he already fucking knew (sorry i’m not a fan of dottie). i just don’t get it. how is his happy ending going back to the root of all his problems and staying there? just sucks, really, even if it was always the obvious outcome. sixth, i’m just mad all the signs lead to nowhere. the matchboxes, the army man, the bantr fakeout (will never, ever be over this one), the hotel room fakeout where they cut from rebecca to ted in the room and then he opens the door and it’s sassy, the romcommunism, the soulmatism. it wasn’t all for nothing, of course. their friendship is so important and i love it, but this ending felt like a big fuck you to it too because ted was so…distant. it almost felt like he didn’t care that much that he was leaving rebecca and it makes me super upset. all of this is based on the one-time watch from last night but tbh i don’t know if i can handle watching the episode again right now. it really did hurt, especially the way rebecca looked at him at the airport. tbh nothing can convince me she wasn’t at least a little bit in love with him. and, yes, i know. henry is ted’s everything and that’s so admirable and it’s not all about romance, and it’s not. but just let me believe what i want to believe. let me find the joys in the media i consume and if it’s the hope that two attractive, single, middle aged leads could have gotten with each other in the end and figured out how to be happy together, then so be it. i just hate seeing the hate from all sides, honestly, and a lot of people are legitimately really mean about it when this show is all about being kind. ted lasso is a beautiful series and, at the end of the day, it’s just another piece of media that the audience is free to interpret and pick apart however they want to. me, personally? i will continue to live in my delusional little world where ted and rebecca figure out that they belong together/i will pretend the last 10 minutes of the finale didn’t happen. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

#ted lasso tv #ted lasso #rebecca welton #tedbecca #ted x rebecca #rebecca x ted #3.12 #so long farewell #ted lasso spoilers #i am so sorry about the longevity of this post #i had so many thoughts #and honestly i have more #i won't lie i am a little scared about getting bullied lol #seriously can't we all just be kind to one another #and appreciate this wonderful series for everything that it was #for everything that it gave us

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Chapter 14

Pairing: Bucky x enhanced!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: bit of fluff I guess, smut, v fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, just a lil bit of cockwarming, lil bit of praise kink, shower sex, little bit of angst

A/N: three chapters in one week?? Enjoy the badly written smut…

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The sun was fading for the day. Leaving in its path a sky painted in pinks and purples that turned dark. The lake reflects the disappearing sunset while a breeze rolls over the top of the water. With a lantern at his side Bucky continues to read to Henry. It was just the two of them sitting on a blanket. Henry dressed in a cozy hoodie and sweats since he was somehow always cold. He rested his back against Bucky’s chest and looked over the pictures in the book. The orange teddy bear Bucky had bought for him tucked safely at his side.

The boy with big, big feelings was one of the books you had chosen. You hoped it would help Henry process and understand his emotions better since he had been so neglected in that area. The book should have been over quickly but he was curious and since both you and Bucky encouraged it, Henry felt safe enough to ask questions. Bucky stops when he feels his son’s head start to fall to the side. Closing the book he manages to stand and pick everything he brought with him. Henry rubbed away the sleepiness from his eye just as Bucky walked through the apartment door.

“Hey, jerk.” Steve said from the couch. He was leaning back with Lottie sitting next to him.

“Hey punk, I didn’t know they’d release you yet.”

“They didn’t.” You say as you walk in with a pillow in hand. “He snuck out and the nurses freaked. I had to call down and tell them he was fine.” You hand over the pillow so that Steve can prop himself up better.

“Hey sport.”

You snort at Steve’s greeting toward Henry. He rolls his eyes in your direction.

“Sorry, I just forget how old you are sometimes.”

Steve mutters something under his breath before turning his attention back to Henry.

“I heard you have a name now. Is that true?”

Henry nods his head.

“What’s your name?”

“Henry.”

“That’s a nice name.” Steve smiles.

“Tell him your full name bubs.” Bucky encourages.

“Henry Grant Barnes.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something but words fail him. He looks at Bucky and then at you. Steve can only huff out a small laugh as he comes to terms with what his best friends have done.

“You guys.”

“You saved our lives Steve,” you say “you almost died protecting Henry and me.”

“You love these kids like they’re your own, it’s the least we could do.” Bucky adds.

Steve clears his throat and smiles. His eyes were glossed over as he held back a tear or two.

“Steeb kay?” Lottie’s hand pats his cheek.

“Yeah sweetheart. I’m ok.”

“Kay. Bubba pay?” She looks over at her brother as she wiggles off of the couch. Her hand outstretched for Henry to take once Bucky set him on the floor. Together hand in hand they walk back to their shared room.

“They’re so cute.” Steve comments. “And how are you two doing?”

“We’re fine.”

“Be honest. You started raising a child together, then you started dating, then you found out you lost three and now you have a second child all in the span of like two and a half months. I’m pretty sure it’s ok to not be ok.”

“It’s a little overwhelming sometimes.” You say and immediately Bucky looks at you with concern. “Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere. It’s just I want to give them everything they missed out on and I wish I could take away their pain. Especially Henry, it’s heartbreaking seeing the fear in his eyes if there’s an accident or something. He thinks we’ll punish him for it.”

Bucky nods in agreement. “Or when he goes really quiet and has this far away look in his eyes. It takes us a few seconds to get him back into the present.”

“You know you don’t have to do this alone right? We’ve got your back.”

“We know, but Henry is still very cautious around people and he gets overwhelmed when he’s introduced to too many people at once. It’s not the same as with Charlotte.”

“Well whenever he’s ready we’ll be here for him too. But I should go, the team medic would beat my ass if she knew I wasn’t resting.” He groans as he gets up, his face turning a shade of red because of the pain.

“Need help down to the medbay you relic?”

“Shut up, magnet.” You chuckle as you embrace Steve lightly. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Bucky ends up walking down with Steve to make sure he goes back to the medbay. While you head into the kids room. Lottie has already fallen asleep. Her head resting on Henry’s lap while he gently plays with her hair. He’s focused on only her, as he yawns. You knock softly on the doorframe to let him know you’re there.

“Hey bub, did she just fall asleep?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to move so she didn’t wake up.” He answers as he looks up at you.

“Do you want me to help you so that you can lay down too?”

“Yes please.”

You walk over to Lottie’s bed and shift her around so that Henry can get up. Once he slides out from under her you cover her up with her blanket and kiss her forehead.

“Alright sweet boy, are you ready for bed?” You whisper and he nods again.

While the other room was cleaned out and painted and the rest of the furniture was put together Henry’s bed was now in Lottie’s room. He walks over and lays down, allowing you to tuck him in.

“Did you have a good afternoon with dad?”

“Yeah. I went on the swings.”

“That sounds fun. What else did you do?” You say as you push his hair away from his face.

“We sat by the lake and he readed a book but I got sleepy.” He yawns again and you smile.

“Well sounds like a fun afternoon to me. Here’s your bear to keep you company, and what is the rule?”

“I can look for you if I have a bad dream or need something.”

“That’s right. Sweet dreams sunshine.” You kiss his forehead. Henry wraps his arms around your shoulders as best he can and hides his face in your neck. He lifts up the bed a little and you wrap your arms around him, returning the hug.

“I like being here, with you.”

“I like that you’re here with us.”

The hug lasts a few more seconds before he pulls back and gives you a shy smile. You tuck him in again and decide to stay until he’s asleep which only takes a few minutes. Before leaving the room you make sure the nightlight is on and slip out silently.

The warm water of the shower soothed your aching muscles. For some reason Charlotte has woken up with even more energy if that were possible. So your day was spent trying to tire her out. You sigh as your muscles slowly start to relax and then the door opens and closes and you tense slightly again. Strong arms wrap around you and you’re able to relax into Bucky’s hold.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

Bucky starts a trail of kisses on your shoulder. He works his way up your neck and then your cheek. His hands cup your breasts and he begins to tease your nipples. You gasp as he pinches and rolls the pebbled peaks between his fingers before one hand travels back down your body until his middle finger is working slow teasing circles around your clit. Bucky’s fingers slide between your folds until he’s at your entrance. He pushes one finger in while he continues to work your little bundle of nerves. One of your hands goes into his hair and you tug as you start to feel that coil tightening low in your belly. You turn to capture his mouth in a desperate kiss. Bucky adds another finger and you moan into the kiss.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers. You gonna come for me, sugar?”

“Yes… I’m gonna come.” You reply breathlessly. “Right there, Bucky. Please don’t stop.” You mewl as his pace gets faster.

“Be a good girl and come.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

His voice is deeper and it sends a shiver down your spine and all at once you come undone. If it weren’t for him holding you up you’d be on the floor of the shower. You could feel his hardened length against you and you reached behind you, stroking him slowly. Teasing him how he had teased you. Bucky turns you around and in one quick movement you’re off the ground and pinned between the wall and his body. Your legs wrap around his waist. His lips find yours in a languid kiss. Tongues fight for exploring each other’s mouths, hands roam freely and then Bucky lowers you onto his throbbing cock. He groans against your lips.

“So damn tight, sugar. So fucking good.” He says as he starts to roll his hips.

“Buck- oh fuck just like that.” You say as he sets a hard fast pace.

Your nails dig into his back enough to leave little crescent shaped indents on his skin. His mouth is everywhere. On your neck, on your chest, leaving open mouth kisses on your chin. It’s all too much and not enough as he continues to pound into you. His thrusts deep, touching places only he could and rendering you speechless. Your eyes roll to the back of your head once Bucky’s hand finds its way between your bodies. The movement of his fingers against your clit matches his thrusts. The coil in your belly winding up tighter and tighter the more Bucky keeps going.

“So fucking good. Gonna give me one more sugar?”

You nod unable to say anything.

“Give me one more, be my good girl. Oh, fuck just like that.” He says as you fall over the edge again.

You clench around him, his hips stutter and with a few more thrusts he spills into you. Bucky hides his face in the crook of your neck as he groans from his release. You run your fingers through his wet hair as you both just stay there in each other's embrace for a moment.

“You did so good for me. Let me clean you up, sugar.” He says as he pulls out and you whine at the loss.

“I was already clean before you came in here.”

“And then I came in here.” He smirks as he places his hand between your legs.

You purse your lips trying not to laugh but you fail.

“Shut up.” You push Bucky’s shoulder playfully before you take time to actually clean each other up.

Once you’re both done you head straight for bed. Bucky pulls you in close. His lips meet yours for a sweet almost chaste kiss.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.”

You sigh happily as you fall asleep in the arms of the love of your life.

“We found a lot of information on Henry.” Tony says from his place at the conference room table.

It had taken a few days to recover anything useful from the Siberia base since the explosion that almost took Steve’s life also ruined a lot of computers and servers. The team had already debriefed but now you all sat around waiting to hear what was found.

“Here is a list of experiments done on him.” Tony passes a folder to you and Bucky but you don’t bother to look at it. “His birthday is November 11th, 1966, but technically he’s seven years old. He knows three languages already. Knows how to use a handgun as well as some skills with a knife and some hand to hand combat. But most importantly he’s already been programmed to become the winter soldier.”

“Imagine what hydra would have done if we never found him.” Fury states. “Shield’s only concern is that if hydra gets their hands on Henry they will make sure he can’t be found again until he is completely trained. By then it might be too late to save him.”

“We’ve also picked up a lot of talk of trying to get Henry back. I can safely say that they are planning something. The next few months we are going to have to be extra vigilant to make sure we don’t give hydra the opportunity to attack.”

“I’ve already talked to T’Challa. When we met the night of the auction he offered Wakanda’s help to whoever it was that hydra was programming. His invitation still stands and we’re going.” Bucky says.

“Good. Make that trip as soon as possible.”

“We will.” You nod and with that Fury leaves.

“Before you two go I have something to show you.” Tony uses the remote in front of him and pulls up some videos. “We found very old training footage for Henry. It’s from 1989.”

A much smaller looking Henry is sitting in the middle of a room. He’s barely dressed and you can clearly see bruising all over his body. A doctor enters the frame and places something in front of him. Some cooing and babbling can be heard and then you see Lottie. She looks to be about nine months old, sitting in front of her brother. Her little hand pats his cheek and then Henry hugs her. A man’s voice is heard off camera but he’s speaking in Russian so you don’t understand what he’s saying.

“You have done a very good job with your knife skills, soldier.” Bucky leans into you and translates. “So you get to see your baby. But I’m afraid you won’t see her for a while so you must say goodbye.”

Henry holds on to Charlotte for dear life pleading for them to not take his baby away.

“Soldier, you didn’t complete your mission. You were supposed to kill the other child but you didn’t. Since you failed the mission you won’t see her anymore. Once you prove to us that you can follow directions we will consider letting you see her again.”

Henry begins to cry which makes Lottie cry. The same man from before walks into frame and begins to pull the siblings apart which in turn makes them scream and cry more. Henry gets up and kicks and punches the man who is taking away his sister.

“Shut it off.” You say desperately. “Shut it off.”

Tony turns off the tv just before you see the physical violence you were sure they endured. You hide your face in your hands as you try to calm down.

The room is quiet, no one says a word. Bucky gets up and walks out of the meeting.

“We don’t want to know if there are other videos like that. Destroy them for all I care.” You say and get up as well.

“Y/N wait, there’s a mission you’ll be needed on. We have to do the briefing.”

“Is the mission like right now?” You look at Steve.

“No, it’s in two days.”

“Ok then the briefing can wait for a few damn minutes while I make sure Bucky’s ok.”

You walk out without another word to anyone.

Bucky looked out onto the playground. Lottie and Henry running around without a care in the world. Each of them carried the bear he had bought them. He wasn’t surprised when you sat down next to him, silently waiting for him to be ready to talk about it.

“Are we supposed to just live the rest of our lives looking over our shoulder because of hydra? They deserve better than that. Our kids deserve to be able to go out and do whatever they want without being afraid that someone is going to kidnap them.” The gears in his metal arm whirled to life as he made a fist.

“Baby…” you moved closer to him, this time wrapping an arm around his back and leaning your head on his shoulders.

Henry picked his sister up easily and carried her around. Lottie kicked her feet and giggled as she held on tight. It’s obvious even without having seen each other in decades that their bond was unbreakable.

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was planning something. The look on his face was murderous and if you didn’t know that it was directed at all of hydra it would have scared you.

“Bucky, you can’t go through with whatever you’re planning.” You sit up straighter. Lottie calls you and waves before running up to get on the slide. “Bucky promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything.

“James, you can’t do it. Henry and Charlotte need you. And-“

“They have you.” Bucky says after finally looking at you. “No one would take care of them better than you.”

“No. They need you. What if something happens to you and they come after us? I can’t protect them alone. Besides, they need their father. I need you.”

You take a deep breath as you blink back tears.

“I’m sorry, please don’t cry. I just don’t know what to do to keep them safe. If hydra thought that they could get me back maybe they would forget about trying to get Lottie or Henry back. Then we could end them for good.” Bucky was talking quickly, desperation hanging on every word.

The kids run toward you hand in hand. They were smiling and unaware of the heaviness in both your hearts. Henry stops right in front of Bucky and throws his arms around his father’s neck. Hugs had quickly become his favorite form of physical affection.

“Can we watch Toy Story tonight, daddy?” He asked once he pulled away. Innocent blue eyes looking up at Bucky, full of hope that the answer is yes.

“Of course we can bub.”

“And can we have ice cream, mama?” He had turned to look at you. Your eyes softened as you looked from Lottie to him.

“Of course, sweet boy. Why don’t you start heading inside.”

“Ok.” He says happily as he and Lottie lock hands and start to walk toward the main building of the compound.

You and Bucky looked at each other, sharing the happiness of the moment between you. The tears that wanted to spill from your eyes were of joy.

“I promise.”

You take his face in your hands and kiss him.

“Thank you.” You tell him as you pull back.

“We should go before they get up to no good.”

“Partners in crime those two.” You smile as your hand finds Bucky’s.

Hydra was still a very real threat. One that wouldn’t be easy to take down. But at the moment the only thing you could be bothered to care about is your family. Hydra would still be there waiting in the shadows.

Ch 15

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[mkaroy]

THE AFTON FAMILY

sorry for being dead. i will continue to be dead becuz this took 48 HOURS.

as a treat i’m gonna infodump about my headcanons for a bit (read if you DARE)

so mrs afton isn’t pictured here because she was smart and left william, but william got full custody cause as we know, the fnaf government is VERY stupid and they apparently just love william. cc and michael both like their mother better because she was more patient and emotionally intelligent with the young boys, but elizabeth always favoured her father so she wasn’t complaining.

If it isn’t obvious, i don’t think william is a good parent. no matter how good of intentions you have, he had to be some kind of deranged for his sons death to lead to him being a serial killer, that doesn’t just HAPPEN. he particularly takes out his anger on michael because a) he feels more sympathy with the other two kids and b) michael has always challenged his father, he’s not scared of talking back or standing his ground (even if he gets hurt in the process). however despite this, michael still has a lot of love and respect for his father. as he gets older and as the accidents become worse and worse, through williams manipulation, michael basically works for him, trying to make things right again because he’s fully convinced everything was his fault (ALSO THANKS TO WILLIAM LOL)after he gets scooped he kinda puts it together that maybe his father never had the best intentions for him, and full of rage he does his thing and burns his father to the ground.

outside of william just being the worst to michael, making him a full time babysitter and whatnot, he’s not the kindest to the younger children either. elizabeth is easily the favourite because she tries to serve him as much as possible, but william is simply FAR too busy to care about that, so she gets pushed aside and neglected a lot. she doesn’t know why he’s doing these things so she just tries to be even more perfect, she urns for that attention in other places, i think that’s why she dolls herself up so much, because she loves the compliments she gets from mothers saying that she’s “just the cutest thing”. when her father finally shows her some love by making his specialty, an animatronic based off of her, she can’t help but be filled with excitement. I think as baby, she’s a lot more angry than she was before. she doesn’t understand why her father would do this to her and her anger is bigger than he child brain can comprehend, which is why she’s just so insanely mean in pizza sim and sister location, lashing out to michael and henry because she shouldn’t be an animatronic right now, she should be living her life free of this family. god i love elizabeth.

and then obviously cc, i think it’s a silly headcanon to imagine that william just forgot his name but remembered his initials but that’s mostly cuz i refuse to give him a name (btw all of you guys who put charlie or charlotte into his name are GENIUSES but i’m not you). he was really young when his parents actually separated, so he didn’t have much memory of his mother unfortunately. and ALSO unfortunately he was born with a fear of the animatronics, like how some kids are born with like an irrational fear of mascots of smth, that’s him. I think he was also the first one to die so his nightmares weren’t based off of elizabeth’s death. i also think that the fnaf 4 gameplay wasn’t cc because of MANY reasons (seriously guys look at the room layout…). but his irrational fear of the animatronics makes him almost constantly in tears, which michael obviously mocked. all the afton men were raised with the idea that boys shouldn’t show “feminine” emotions, which is why michael hated cc so much, because it wasn’t fair that he got to cry all the time with little to no repercussions and cc just couldn’t help himself whenever he cried. oh also in my headcanon he’s autistic, same with like most of the aftons, but he’s selectively mute and easily gets sensory overload, which is why meltdowns in the pizzeria were so common.

guys i love the aftons so much fill my asks with them if you wish i will answer ALL OF THEM (until the hyperfixation dies LMAO)

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[north-noire]

Hey hey.

Just wanted to say how much I love ur Hidden Hands Au🤌🤌🤌. I am craving for that sh1t. Realy great work, my (wo?)man. I am so but exited for the whole fanfic, but no pressure🙃. Wanted to ask you if you could describe the character traits of the characters a bit more. Thx. Allright dunno how to end stuff like this.

Bye bye.

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Hello, germanstonks! Thanks for the ask! Sorry that this ask took me SO long to answer, I really wanted to do my guys a little justice - now that especially I actually have the fic up, but I think it's worth noting how their general personalities will be in the fic with a little past context :] Check it out if you'd like, link's in my bio! (Don't worry I read your other ask, totally fine with the pronouns)

Just note that these are mostly going off from in-between Post-Bite and before Charlie dies (so like, a bit of a prequel before the fic happens). MCI kids and other few notable characters like Jen/Jennifer Emily, etc. are just as important, but they come in a little later. Okay, let's get right to it. Feel free to read at your own pace since this will be a bit of a long post for the AU.

William Afton - family man, extroverted frugal fast-talking businessman, but genuinely has a soft spot for children, especially his children, loves them a lot, would destroy the whole world for them if he had to. Can be cunning and manipulative. Post-Bite wise he tends to compensate for Evan's passing by trying his best to treat his kids nicely. Doesn't really know how to handle his emotions well, just bottles it up in the hopes it'll be okay. (it's not.) Lisa Afton - introverted businesswoman who has William as her husband. Straightforward and always cuts to the chase, can be a little sassy, doesn't like sugarcoating things. Hardworking and very career-driven, but still cares about the kids in her own way. Can come off cold sometimes.

Michael Afton - post-Bite wise, he's generally wanted to be left alone and prefers to just stay in his room. Used to be adventurous, but now he'd prefer following rules to a T and just sticks by his mom or dad more - regrets a lot about what he had done to Evan. Loves video-games and sometimes sketches in his spare time. A bit anxious and can be scared of taking risks. Quiet, careful, reserved. Has a strange fascination with the supernatural. Talks to himself a lot, but can still be sarcastic at times.

Elizabeth Afton - post-Bite wise, doesn't quite understand the loss of Evan yet, but misses him a lot. Can be manipulative, but not in a malicious sense. Can come off naive, but picks up on details easily, and stubborn if she really wants something. Can be blunt and just says what's on her mind, but she isn't a bad person, just a troubled kid but she's still nice when you get to know her. Also has a strange fascination with horror movies and horror in general. Still has quite the child-like energy, just a bit more subdued.

Evan Afton - used to be timid and afraid, prefers to be left alone to his own things. Once he dies and is left in the afterlife, however... he grows resentful towards Michael and internalizes a lot of the anger and resentment about all the things that Michael had done to him. He tends to be observant, but had become quite cynical over the years. Lets his emotions get the best of him sometimes.

Henry Emily - a neurodivergent widowed man trying his best. Post-Bite wise, he mostly laid his head low from the guilt of losing Evan. Can be distant from people, preferring to just work all by himself, he's introverted and very blunt with his words, and intimidates people/unintentionally scares them sometimes. But he has warmth for the very people close to him, especially Charlie. Can be a bit of a workaholic, much to Charlie's dismay. Is really passionate about what he does with robotics.

Charlie Emily - neurodivergent too, like her dad. post-Bite wise, she's become someone who pours out a lot of emotional support for Michael and sometimes her father. She's grown to have an interest in investigating things and keen eyes for details, and a good listener - loves playing baseball sometimes. Sometimes she tends to stretch herself out a bit too thin for her own good, though.

Hope this helps! Sorry for the long post, I really hope I explained them properly!! I write them better in actual fic form than short explanatory stuff like this, but yeah! </3

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[after-the-end-times]

We'll always have (more than) Paris

Different Meeting Tedependent AU where Ted had planned a trip to Paris for him, Michelle, and Henry, but before he can tell her she hands him divorce papers.

But after so many months of researching places to go and things to do and food to eat he finds he still wants to go. So, he and Henry go to Paris without Michelle.

They're wandering toward the base of the Eiffel Tower when a little girl darts past him giggling and screeching that ear splitting high pitched happy screech kids that age can so easily hit.

A few moments later a harried looking man with amazingly white streaked hair trot-runs past him, trying to catch up to her without full out sprinting.

But Ted knows how toddlers can be when they're in that darting away phase and she's not going to stop until she's scooped up.

He also knows no parent actually wants to look like they can't get their child back without yelling or running, so he turns to Henry,

"Hey Henry, why don't run up past that little kid there? Get her to chase you and get her back to her dad, hm?"

Henry doesn't need to be told twice and takes off, dashing past the man and then the little girl.

Ted speeds up his walking pace to tap the man on the shoulder.

"Excuse me! Er- Excusez moi! Uh parlez um- inglese? My son's gonna bring her back, don't worry! Toddlers love nothing more than chasing big kids!"

Ted tries to make himself look as encouraging and friendly as possible in case the man doesn't understand him. The man had turned to look at Ted at his shoulder tap so Ted finally got to see that magnificent hair up close.

"Oh! Uh yes, thank you. Though he might have his work cut out for him, she hasn't been a very good listener today, I'm afraid," He looks back to the kids who are giggling and zig-zagging around the green, before turning back to Ted looking slightly bewildered, "And I'm sorry, was that supposed to be French earlier? I think there might've been some Spanish in there."

Ted huffs out a laugh and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, I tried to learn some French on that owl app before we came here, but three years of high school Spanish keeps slipping through instead," He nods toward Henry, "He's actually taken to it a lot quicker. Probably cause it's like it's just another game on his tablet."

He holds out his hand, "Ah right, Ted Lasso. That's Henry out there."

The man gives him a bemused look and takes it, "Trent Crimm. And she's Darcy"

"Well, nice to meet you Trent Crimm," He nods toward where Henry and Darcy have flopped down on the grass, breathing hard, "Looks like someone's been tuckered out."

"Well, thank you for that. Fortunately, our hotel isn't far and it's just about time for a nap," He starts toward the kids, before pausing and turning to Ted, "Have a good vacation Mr. Lasso. You should make sure to visit Musée d'Orsay, they have a little art scavenger hunt Henry might enjoy."

"Thanks for the tip. And please. Ted." He smiles at Trent.

"Ted." Trent holds his gaze a moment longer, a faint flush spreading across his cheeks, before glancing away. He turns and calls out, "Darcy! Come on! It's time to go!"

Henry and Darcy sit up and clamber to their feet. Darcy races over to Trent, slamming into his calves, "Daddy! Can Henry come picnic with us?"

"No darling, we're done picnicking for today. And I'm sure Henry's dad has plans for them."

"T'morrow?" She gazes up at Trent with glistening eyes.

Ted wouldn't wish those big crocodile tears on anyone, let alone his new friend.

"Well hey there, little Miss Darcy!" He bends down to address her where she's still wrapped around Trent's legs and she turns her eyes toward Ted, "You guys have been picnicking? That's fun! Henry and I love a good picnic! We'd love to join you sometime!"

He stands up to look at Trent, smiling gently at him "If that's alright with you?"

Trent blinks a couple times up at him, a slow smile over taking his face, "We'd love for you to join us." He pauses and breaths out a laugh as he glances away, "But tomorrow we actually have plans. To visit the Musée d'Orsay, in fact."

Ted smiles wide as he realizes, "Why Trent! And here I just heard a great recommendation for the Musée d'Orsay! And an art scavenger hunt, I believe?"

He glances over at where Henry's attempting to do cartwheels in the grass. Darcy notices as well and abandons Trent's legs to run over and start somersaulting alongside him.

Ted's smile softens as he tilts his head to the side and looks at Trent from under his lashes, "I'm almost sorry I messed up our "Accidentally running into each other for the second time" meet-cute, but at least now we can spend the whole time together! Then grab lunch afterwards? Besides, art scavenger hunts are much more fun with more people, everyone knows that."

Trent smiles up at Ted, "Well, if everyone knows that. Who am I to disagree?"

For a moment they gaze into each other's eyes, picturing the rest of their time in Paris; Visiting museums and tourist spots together, meeting at cafes for breakfast, finally making it to the top of the Eiffel Tower, ice cream along the Seine, Henry gaining a Darcy shadow, Ted and Trent spending their every moment learning about each other and falling in love faster than either thought was possible.

But for now, Ted and Henry walk Trent and Darcy back to their hotel for nap time. And as Ted looks at Henry skipping ahead of them while Darcy chatters on and he feels Trent's sliding his hand into his own, he suddenly knows they're going to have so much more than Paris

~fin~

post scripts: Before their flight, Ted got an email and was offered the Richmond coaching job, but hadn't thought much of it. He's definitely going to accept it now. Michelle always wanted to travel and move abroad, but Ted never wanted to leave Kansas. She studied abroad in London and would actually love the opportunity to move there with Henry and Ted (but not with Ted) Trent is overwhelmed when Ted tells him he was one of the deciding factors for Ted accepting the Richmond coaching position. He never imagined someone could ever love him so much they'd move across the ocean for him. It takes time, but he finally starts to believe it

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[p3nope]

50’s Slang I Think Henry Would Use :)

Pairing: Henry Creel/001/Peter Ballard x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and I think that’s it

A/N: Woohoo! 2 posts in 1 day to make up for my absence. I really like 50’s slang. and 50s styled things sooo.. I feel like even tho it would be the 70s, Peter would still act as if its the 50’s since that’s the last he remembers of the real world so I FIRMLY believe he still uses 50s slang. i also looked up a list of 50s slang and its in a weird format that I’ll also put it in

Masterlist

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Ain’t that a bite?: another version of “that’s too bad.”

You’d have your head on Peter’s lap as he was reading, one hand holding the book, the other in your hair and as you vented to him about Brenner’s treatment of the kids as Peter listened quietly. “Like, all because of that little ‘exciting’ circle battle he held the other day, it caused so much havoc. 011 has a concussion and 002 now has borderline second degree burns on his neck from his ‘punishment’”

“Hmm, well ain’t that just a bite, darling?”

Ankle-biter: a small child

Again, when Peter and you are alone just talking about your days he refers to the children as “annoying little ankle-biters.”

“That’s hardly fair, they don’t know any better…”

“That doesn’t make it any less true.”

Are you writing a book?: To imply someone is asking too many questions

Before you two started dating, or before he even considered you a friend he would think you were the most persistent and annoying person he’d ever met. You’d be asking about his childhood, Trying to get to know him, “Did you have any pets?” “No.”

“Oh, well do you have a favorite animal?”

“Spiders.”

“Oh! That’s interesting, I don’t really like them but I like out of the ordinary things as well! What kind of spider is your favorite?”

“Are you planning on writing a book about me?”

Bird dog: someone who tries to steal your s/o

Peter is jealous and possessive so if he sees you so much as laugh at someone else’s joke he has a field day. “I don’t like it when you hang around Alec. He’s a total bird dog.”

“I’m sorry- he’s a what?”

“A bird dog.” You’d stare blankly and he’d sigh, “someone who tries to take someone else’s partner.”

Curtain-Climbers: another term for small children

“I promise you, if those little curtain-climbers don’t start shaping up I’m going to lose it.” You’d burst out laughing and his head would whip over to you, slightly upset at your reaction, “What? What is so funny”

“I’m sorry, love. It’s just- I’ve never heard someone refer to children as ‘curtain-‘climbers’.

Dolly: A really cute girl

If you go by she/her pronouns he would totally call you ‘doll’ or ‘dolly’

Dreamboat: A really cute guy

And if you go by he/him pronouns he would totally call you ‘a dreamboat’ or just ‘dreamy’

Take a picture it’ll last longer: we all know what this means but it originates in the 50s

When you first met Peter you couldn’t help but stare, he was ethereal to you. Peter always felt your eyes on him as he looked up from whatever he was helping 011 with and caught you as you quickly blushed and pretended to busy yourself. And that’s what the dynamic was for awhile until he finally came up behind you and whispered, “you know, if you take a picture it’ll last longer” and then he’d walk away from your frazzled stature.

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[thedestructionofgrace]

SPOILERS!! Gosh, the new episode of the last of us was amazing (as expected). To get a little background on Henry and Sam just made their deaths even more devastating, we already knew Henry would do anything for Sam but now we get to see how far he really went for his little brother (killing a well loved/known person for medicine).

The fact that they incorporated keivonns deafness too, was great to see (I am deaf too, I can’t sign but I wish I could and think it’s a real beautiful language) Sign language is really useful especially in situations where you can’t be loud or give away your location. It’s awesome to see hard of hearing/deafness portrayed in the show and I wasn’t expecting it or aware, maybe they did that on purpose, they didn’t make a big announcement about having a deaf character for clout, their just happens to be someone who’s deaf and that’s it. I love it.

Oh man, I love apocalypse shows. They always reveal people’s true nature. What’s interesting to me is that for 20 years Kathleen’s people were under the thumb of FEDRA, they fought (endured?) and survived them and took the city for themselves. In another situation we know the audience would support the people and be happy to see them get justice but instead of being good guys the writers kinda flipped it on us by giving us Kathleen and her right hand man (Perry), who we automatically hate because of their want to kill the two brothers. To me it’s thought provoking, if we’d started off with Kathleen and her brother there’s a chance we’d hate Henry for killing him and we’d be on her side instead of Henry and sams. It’s kind of like the situation with Abby, we hated her automatically for killing Joel but we actually got to see her side of the story and now I love her character and understand why she did what she did, it’s guess it’s not an official parallel between the storylines but that is how I see it.

I’m not sure if changing sams age (from early teenager like Ellie to child) was on purpose or not but I thought it was really good, you don’t get to see any really young kids beside Ellie, Riley, Sarah and Abby (but they were in their teens when we see them in flashbacks). To see it from a child’s perspective was heartbreaking especially since we knew what was coming to him, Sam and Ellie’s relationship could not have been portrayed any better in my opinion. Sam showed Ellie he was bitten and they first thing she does was try to save him 🥺 and she stays up and comforts him throughout the last night of his life while his big brother is in the next room none the wiser. Like that shit had my eyes teary and blurry. While i knew that they were going to die the writers still managed to find a way to still make their deaths shocking and rip out my heart (again), so they deserve high praise for that.

You can really see on bellas face how good of an actor she really is, that look she had after Henry shot himself was just 😫. This is definitely one of those key moments in Ellie’s life that lets her know how fucked life can be and again Bella just knocked it out of the park with her reactions. With Joel he’s had 20 years of this kind of stuff but obviously with Ellie it’s different, we have to go through all these firsts alongside her. Ellie’s “I’m sorry” was just gut punching and now we can see that those close ups of joel which we’ve been seeing in the trailers for the last few months was his reaction to reading that and looking down on their graves. I can’t believe the whole time that’s what he was looking at 😢

Honourable mentions:

That little clicker girl!!! She was so freaky!!!

Ellie being cocky knowing that Joel will change his mind later and let Henry and Sam come with them to Wyoming

Sam and Ellie’s love of savage starlight and them signing “endure and survive” 🥹🥹

despite not verbally speaking, Sam and Ellie still have the ability to communicate with each other

They cast Henry and Sam perfectly

Bloater!!!!

Joel’s determination to keep infected away from Ellie while he was sniping was making me sweat

Ellie being badass and saving Henry and Sam, also Henry saving Ellie in the smoke 🔥

DANNY AND ISH!!!!😫

Henry’s look on his face when he hears his little brother laugh 😭

“He’s not my dad” “I’m not her dad”

I thinks sams superhero mask deserves a shoutout too

it’s also cool how they made Henry and Sam actively seek out Joel and Ellie compared to how they meet in the game

#the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #the last of us hbo #tlou #tlou hbo #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #henry and sam #tlou Henry #tlou sam #tlou Joel #ellie tlou #tlou show #tlou spoilers #hbo the last of us #Kathleen and Perry #bloater #tlou clicker #tlou ep 5 #lamar johnson #keivonn woodard

[riceybaby]

bedtime kisses 🤍 - mason mount

synopsis - after a very long day, you and mason put your son to bed

It had been an exhausting day. Your two year old son was going through a phase where no matter how much you and Mason tried, he just would not do what he was told. After hours of gruelling to get him fed, changed, take him on a walk, fed and changed again, there was finally peace on the horizon as you walked into your living room to see your husband and son dozing off together, one tiny pinky holding onto a much larger one.

It was times like this when you fully got to appreciate how similar the pair looked. Henry had managed to get his eyes, his nose and his smile, that of which you were not mad about at all. Mase tells you that just means he’s going to grow up to be as lovely as his mummy, but you secretly hoped he ended up with the personality of his dad too. You looked at the time and saw it was 10pm, and to save yourself from having two very grumpy boys in the morning, you needed to get them both into bed.

“Masey” you whispered, leaning over him and pressing light kisses against his lips, “you fell asleep.”

He slowly opened his eyes and groaned, but a soft smile spread across his face when he saw you stood before him. It was obvious he hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but in the process of getting his son ready for bed, had managed to do the same to himself.

“Sorry baby” he said quietly, the sleep still laying thick in his voice. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your child came up to your face, cupping your cheek. “I’ll take him up, you go get yourself comfy, I won’t be too long.”

You told him it was fine and you would go up with him, so with a light kiss to your forehead, he slowly got up and took Henry in his arms. Careful to not wake him up, he picked up his Chelsea blanket and teddy bear, taking him and his two most prized possessions up the stairs. You however, had never met a baby who was such a light sleeper. The second he felt the movement of his dad climbing upwards, he began to stir and wriggle about.

“Shhh hey little guy” Mason cooed into his ear, ruffling his hair gently in an effort to familiarise his son with his surroundings. “It’s just mummy and daddy taking you to bed.”

Mason found himself being stared at by the big brown eyes that you had to love even more than you ever thought possible, as Henry just took him in, not entirely sure of what was going on but knowing that he felt safe in his dad’s arms.

“There you go buddy, just put your head back on my shoulder, that’s it, good boy.”

Despite that fact you watched Mason do this every day, it never failed to make you want to burst with love at the interactions between the pair. Henry was Mason’s world just as much as Mason was Henry’s, and watching your husband be the dad you always knew he would be was so precious it hurt.

When you got to his room, Mason reached down to put him into his bed, pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaning down to bed next to him. “You go back to sleep now ok buddy? Gotta get lots of energy so you can terrorise mummy while I’m at work tomorrow haven’t you?” (This earned him a light knee in the back from you) “Love you Hen, see you tomorrow.”

He placed one last kiss on his son, unable to stop himself smiling at how the two of you had managed to make such the perfect little guy. As he stood back up, he gave you a little grin, waiting for you to say your own goodnights before he could take you to bed.

“Night night darling.” Just like they were on his dad a minute ago, his eyes were now transfixed on yours, reaching out to grab a strand of your hair. “We’re gonna have lots of fun tomorrow aren’t we, no terrorising, maybe we can even watch Peter Rabbit again for the fifteenth time this week.” You could hear Mason chuckling behind you, him being reminded of the million tantrums that had been had this week over the movie not being on twenty. four. seven. “Sweet dreams baby.”

Mason turned his light off as you walked to your room, finally getting into bed, sleep threatening to hit you immediately, and it would have done if it wasn’t for your husband stood in front of you taking off his clothes.

“Stop staring”

“I’m not staring”

“Yes you are. If you keep staring at me like that another him is gonna happen and I’m not sure I could survive that”

You chuckled at that, patting down on the empty space next to you, signalling for him to get in. Once he was left in only his boxers, he practically jumped on top of you, earning himself a playful smack on the back. His head laid on your boobs, his eyes staring up at you as his fingers found yours and linked them together.

“Thank you”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, and simply looked at him questioningly.

“I know works been crazy recently, and you’ve had to be with him on your own more than usual, and my god I do not know how you do it. Don’t get me wrong I love the little guy to death, but bloody hell he’s a piece of work!” he chuckles, his smile only getting wider when you mirror his reaction. “So just. Thank you.”

You shake your head at him, leaning down to kiss his own. “Don’t you worry about it you. Trust me, you’re more of a handful than he’s ever been”

“Hey!”

“What, at least he can go five minutes without needing a cuddle before throwing a tantrum”

“Oi! You love my cuddles”

“Hmmm” You shifted yourself down so your faces were level, and you could playfully rub your noses together. “I suppose I do.”

#mason mount #mason mount fic #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine #chelsea fc fanfic #chelsea fc imagine #england nt fanfic #england nt fic #england nt imagine #chelsea fc fic

[obeymesheep]

Nicknames

Lucifer, Mammon, Levithan

you/your reader

Part 2 !here!

Part 3 !here!

HII!! i'm back with so more headcannons, english has been draining my will to write anything full, but i hope to get my next full one out tomorrow or sunday! Sorry if Levi is ooc

Lucifer

Dear

Definitely not a unpopular opinion that Lucifer is more of a classic sort of guy, and Dear is his main nickname! He likes it because he feels very domestic when he uses it! He also feel very good when you bring him a little cup o' joe, and thanks you with a little "I love you, Dear"

Bean

Ok, a little silly sure but the story is cute. Lucifer is absolutely hammered on wine (or would it be demonias or smth) You sharing a couple of glasses, he starts getting really love sick silly, "You're such a little bean, you're so cute I love you" so of course you start calling him jelly, he only really uses it when he's drunk but you always call him jelly <3

Human

A fan-favourite among the demons, he only uses this when he's either teasing you or youre in some hot shit. It's like when a mom uses a child's full name to let them know they messed up. "Human, you think you can just get away with that?" But it's more of a tone thing so you can always tell when's he's teasing and time to kiss his face or when it's time to run!

Mammon

Little Crow

Mammon always uses this one when he's comforting you! It makes you feel small and safe, in your protectors arms! "Just relax little crow, I got you" one hundred percent starts calling you that because of how close you are with his familiars, they just naturally like you! They follow you around, and bring you little trinkets it just felt natural!

Baby

Starts calling you that, when you show him a human romcom, thinks it's a little weird that humans call each other that, but Mammons got the spirit! Definitely the one he calls you baby most, it doesn't embarrass him to call you that in front of others like his more embarrassing nicknames, "I love you baby, got that?"

Treasure

Another big fannon one! He uses this one when he's feeling a little more possessive, or when he's jealous! This one came pretty naturally to him it was the first one he came up with for you, "you're all my treasure! nobody else's" Just a swift arm wrapped around the waist and casual nickname drop says all that needs to be said when someone's challenging Mammon!

Leviathan

Henry

Cannon Nickname!! Calls you this because you're his best friend!! and wether or not you're in a romantic relationship doesn't change that! "ROTFL henry did you see that?" Uses this nickname the most, it's one that's close to his heart and can use wether or not he's feeling flustered!

Ruri

I can't believe I've never seen this before, but he definitely calls you that, I mean come on he known to call you Anime characters names this isn't totally out of the blue! He uses it when he's feeling particularly romantic, when you're curled into his side watching an anime! "I love you Ruri!"

Cutie

This is a normie nickname you forced him to call you! Well not really but that's what Levi tells people. You were playing nentendogs with him and named a dog Cutie, soooo totally not normie, right? "Aaah cutie stop being so cute!" Cutie is a nicknamed saved for comfort! He wants to remind you about being happy and playing video games with him.

#creams fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #creams headcannons #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me leviathan