after she hugs him she  always looks up at him

Not So Innocent Now

Word count: 1,460

Warning: smut, teasing, rough sex

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @study-me-misha for my first request!

The reader is Sam and Dean’s younger sister and Cas has had feelings for her for a long time. She starts to tease him round the bunker which leads to him snapping.

Tags: @badwolfy08 @jensen-gal

Originally posted by malachai-winchester

Cas watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.

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Hey guys this is part two of my run away Betty, bughead story. I’m just gonna call it runaway I think! Anyway! Enjoy this crazy little au!

Shaking the dirt off of her shorts, Betty popped up from her place behind the park bench, she was grateful it was the end of spring and summer was just around the corner.

The cool night air made it easier to sleep outside, and with her new job at pops she was sure she would be able to afford a place to stay in no time.

She showed up about 45 minutes early for her shift, throwing a wave at pops and heading for the bathroom. She put on the tiny yellow dress and apron, smiling at her reflection. It looked okay, a little big. She had gone weeks at a time without food and it showed. Not anymore though, she had a job and a plan.

She scrubbed herself clean with the little bar of bathroom soap and reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste in her backpack.

When she came out pops was sitting on a stool by the counter as he called her over

“You come on over here now darling, we have to have a talk.”

She tucked her fingers into her palms, oh god was she getting fired already? She knew she was a little dirty, but she really tried her best.

“Is everything okay?” She said in a shaky voice.

Slowly the older man slid a key towards her on the counter.

She just stared at it, what was this?

“Caught you sleeping at the park on my way home from closing up last night.”

Her heart instantly broke, he wouldn’t want some homeless runaway working in his diner, she just prayed he wouldn’t call the cops on her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I promise I’ll walk away right now and I won’t come back to this town, just please don’t tell the police.” She was pleading now.

“None of that now, this is a key to the upstairs of this here restaurant. When I first opened this place up I was like you, running from something too big for me to comprehend, I got the chance to have my dream, lived upstairs when I was getting her started, that was before I met my wife, lili. There’s a mattress up there, a shower. You can stay there until you get on your feet.”

She was staring at the key in his hand, eyes wide and tears forming.

“I.. I can’t accept this.. it’s really…I”

He shook his head

“Nonsense, you better get on up there before I change my mind.”

She looked at the key before lunging at him, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

Then she was off sprinting up the stairs

There was a mattress, a closet, a shower, A sink , a fridge.

It was everything she never had and always wanted. Throwing her bag on the ground, she threw herself back on the matress, she closed her eyes and squealed into the pillow.

Sitting up she looked around, things were pretty okay.

After she got settled she headed back downstairs to start her shift.

Breakfast and lunch flew by and by the time she was done with her shift, most of the riverdale students were making their way into the diner.

Leaning against the counter, wiping her apron and talking to the other lunch time server, she didn’t recognize when a familiar group walked in.

Suddenly she was being tugged away from the counter by a familiar raven haired beauty.

“Betty! We looked for you all day in school, Jughead here nearly lost his mind trying to find you at lunch. You didn’t answer any of our texts.”

Looking down she pulled her cell phone out of her apron, sure enough there were over fifteen texts from Cheryl, Kevin and Veronica.

“I’m so sorry guys, I didn’t even have time to look at my phone!”

Her eyes locked on jughead and he was eyeing her uniform curiously, seemingly trying to figure out what was going on.

“You work here? Like actually work?” Cheryl asked the question everyone was wondering

“I do, every morning and afternoon 8-4! And as for school, you won’t see me around there. I don’t go to school.”

Everyone at the table seemed to be taken back

Archie scratched his neck

“But aren’t you like.. a kid?”

Kevin smacked his arm, glaring at him

“No Kevin, it’s totally fine, I get that this is a little confusing. To answer your question , I guess I am a kid, I’m sixteen, if I went to school I would be a sophomore just like you all.”

Cheryl nodded piecing it together
“So why aren’t you in school?”

“It’s a long story for another time, right now I’m totally in the mood for a vanilla milkshake, do you guys mind if I join you?”

Veronica laughed

“Girl you read my mind, come on you so need to tell me how you get your skin to be that perfect”

Everyone agreed before walking ahead to the counter to place their orders, leaving Jughead behind with Betty.

“You’re homeless.” He mumbled from beside her

She whipped her head towards him
“How do you know that, have you been following me, did someone send you!” She was paranoid now, digging her palms into her hands, her eyes jetting towards the door.

His eyes widened, before he placed a hand on her arm

“No! No.. I just I know what homeless looks like, I should’ve caught on yesterday when I saw you with that huge backpack, your life’s in their right?”

She calmed down, staring at the hand on her arm, wow he was warm and his hands were surprisingly rough against her smooth tan skin.

“I have a place to stay as of right now, it’s not so bad here. I’ve just gotta save a little bit of money. I have a job. Things are gonna be different.” She reassured herself more than him.

He smiled at her pushing a strand of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail, behind her ear.

“Come on you must be exhausted, you just worked all day, I’ll buy you that milkshake, I have a running tab at pops. Wait til you see me devour a hamburger, some call it gross, I call it a skill.” He teased putting his arm out for her to take.

She took his arm laughing, what a day.


The minute that blonde haired beauty was dragged over to him by Ronnie he knew.

He had been looking for her all over campus, she was nowhere, there weren’t any other schools on riverdale so where could she be?

After an unsuccessful day, his mood was sour and he considered just texting her, but after voicing his feelings to archie, the red headed boy told him to play it cool, she’d show up.

And show up, she did.

Wearing a pops uniform and the brightest smile he had ever seen.

He knew then that, no she wasn’t going to a different school, she wasn’t going to any school at all.

After a situation with his parents, Jughead had been homeless for a while, he knew what it was like having To provide for yourself and he had thought about dropping out multiple times, fortunately it never came down to that.

But he could spot her tired eyes and hungry frame from a mile away. What had happened to this gorgeous girl that brought her here?

He didn’t know for sure, but taking one look into those bright green eyes, he knew

He was gonna find out.

The Engineer and the Cheerleader [Tadashi Hamada]

Requested by: @grace5930

Words: 2.7K

Warning: Angst. Death.

Summary: Tadashi starts to test out Baymax and the reader falls ill. Hiro watches through the clips of Tadashi’s test as the reader becomes more ill. Hiro thinks back to the time when the reader and Tadashi were still here.

Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x female!reader

(Okay so since it is the lovely Grace that requested it so I have changed the reader’s name to Grace. Although judging off what it’s about I probably shouldn’t have)

It had all been a lie. Professor Callaghan was not dead.  

The Professor had saved himself and Tadashi had died. Hiro, in that moment, almost cried at the thought of Tadashi. He remembered Tadashi ran into the fiery building as flames grew around it, even after Hiro asked him not too, all to save the man who was now standing right in front of him.  The man who had supposedly perished in the fire as well… Meaning his brother’s death was meaningless, he had died for nothing.

Anger soon took over, anger and hatred towards the man who was the reason his brother was dead. Hiro commanded Baymax to kill Professor Callaghan in revenge for his brother’s life.  The young boy, his vision was shades of red, as he stared at the person he once admired and said. “Baymax, Destroy”

“My programming prevents me from injuring a human being”  

“Not anymore” Hiro replied as he removed his brothers programming, leaving his own fighting programming in, and threw it to the side. “Do it, Baymax, destroy him” Hiro urged. Baymax followed the order as he aimed for Callighan’s head.  

Hiro watched as his brother’s old friends tried to stop Baymax from killing Callaghan, all Hiro could do was to urge Baymax on as his friends fought Baymax. “No, STOP, He’s getting away”.

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So I’ve seen countless and countless and countless of headcanons of Eri, ranging from an Izuocha styled family to the possibilities of Inko or Aizawa or even All Might adopting her to even her staying the Class 1-A dorms with the rest of the class and maybe even having Bakugou get a soft spot for her. There’s a whole range of headcanons that have been made for Eri (regardless of her death flags or not) and assuming there isn’t a plot twist to change up this mindset, they’re actually super sweet to hear.

But what surprises me is actually the lack of Big 3 and  Eri headcanons out there currently. Of course they’re there, I know that, they aren’t completely nonexistent but it’s a bit shocking to me personally when I have heard more about the possibility of Shinsou and Eri interacting than how the Big 3 could be involved in her life.

I mean to start off, looking how adorable and how protective Mirio is of Eri in this panel from this week’s chapter:

Even though Mirio doesn’t know much about Eri, even though he may only be saving her for the sake of fixing his guilt, the fact that he still sacrificing himself against a villain that is literally telling him to die in the most cool, yakuza voice one could muster, I mean that’s pretty remarkable and truly shows how desperate he wants to save her.

So like, after all of this, just imagine Mirio telling Eri that no matter where she is, he will always be there to protect her and that she could count on him to be there to rescue her. Imagine her finally breaking down and hugging him while crying into his shoulder and he just wraps his arms protectively, continuously telling her that she’s safe now and that no one will hurt her again.

And then imagine, assuming she gets taken into custody by an adult and adopted by said adult (who knows maybe even Nighteye will do the deed!), Mirio and her are able to be reunited again and he officially introduces her to Amajiki and Nejire and he formally tells her then that they also helped her get rescued during the Chisaki arc.

Imagine Nejire taking an immediate liking to her, asking her so many questions about her horns and the nature of her quirk while doing her hair and giving her fashionable clothing. Even though Eri is young and still wondering things, Nejire’s excitement over time slowly makes her appreciate her quirk and she opens to Nejire more and more. She comes to Nejire when she needs advice or when she doesn’t understand something since her childhood was stolen from her and Nejire just get involved and excitedly asks her questions about it (like imagine Eri telling Nejire that she’s starting to like this guy and Nejire asking her all these questions and giving her support).

Imagine Amajiki and Eri being nervous around each other, both distancing from each other just out of nerves and apprehension (and Amajiki is just a nervous wreck in general so everything SCARES HIM). Eri is a little nervous about him because of his attitude, but once she begins to realize that he’s just nervous and scared around new people, she begins to open up to him as well. She starts off by sharing his favorite type of candy with him to coax him and then slowly, she starts to give him hugs which SCARE THE CRAP out of him but then he slowly eases it and she always gives him hugs whenever she sees him on the side, trying to not to participate in their activities.

Imagine Mirio and Eri just having this unspoken brother-sister relationship where Mirio gives her piggyback rides and is always checking up on her to make sure she’s eaten, slept, etc for the day. He literally acts like an older brother towards her which scares her initially to have someone so caring looking after her this closely, but as time goes on, she eases into it and she really begins to put a lot of trust into Mirio. I’m not sure if she would get to the point where she would consider him her older brother (due to her past) but as time goes on, she’s definitely going to act like he is.

And then imagine them doing all these fun things all together! Like them taking her to go get ice cream as a congratulations for her doing something that might have stressed her out, or even park dates where they play on the structures together to give her the chance to be able to experience a childhood. Or even them just sometimes taking a break of heroic stuff for a day and taking her out to explore somewhere she hadn’t seen before or even oppositely, when she gets her license in the way future, they take her along in their heroic work so she can use her quirk for good.


Only for you -Will

Anonymous said to simplysdmn:Please do a WillNE or Simon imagine where you live in a different country and all the boys thinks he’s lying about having a girlfriend until you turn up

A/N: I got help from my friend for the start of this imagine. Jada if your reading this I love you. I’m going to write this in third person though. I haven’t done this in a long time but I hope you like how it turned out.

Third Person 

No matter how many times they all pinched themselves or rubbed their eyes, she was still standing there by the front door looking puzzled at everyone’s stares. Will really wasn’t lying about having a girlfriend but he, including everyone else, swore on their grandparents lives that he was still single. There was enough evidence there to confirm he didn’t have a girlfriend. He ever rarely left his room and he was always able to record videos with everyone. If he had a girlfriend surely he wouldn’t be able to always record with them, right? Buy here she was. In the flesh.

She felt a little scared, a little intimidated when she felt all eyes on her. It was as if she was an alien in their eyes. All Will showed them was pictures but they never believed him.

“Will, mate, you’re not dating her. She’s practically a model and you make videos about a couple of pre teens from Blackpool.” Josh said, rolling his eyes.

“I’m seriously telling the truth though.” The frustration was going through the roof for him. He was sick of trying to get his point across. He was legitimately in a relationship and nobody would listen to him, not even his roommate.

 "If she’s really your girlfriend, will you invite her over?“ Gee asked him, which made Will drop his face into his hands.

“Gee, I’ve already told you, she has uni in America. She can’t come until she’s finished her exams.” Gee started shaking her head while laughing. “These are just excuses Will!”

He didn’t even know that a few of his friends were going to be over, he thought he had the day to himself and Y/N. It was quite a surprise to him when he was greeted with loud laughter. He was embarrassed, he never told Y/N that they never believed he was in a relationship. Frankly, he didn’t know how. It was a difficult topic for him so he kept silent.

Y/N gave him a confused look when they all stood silently, taking in what was in front of them. She kept looking at him for some sort of explanation. She didn’t like being on the spot and the more time passed, the more uncomfortable she got.

What was a couple of seconds felt like hours until Will spoke up. “Hey guys. This is my girlfriend Y/N, Y/N these are my friends.” The redness in his face spoke a lot to her. He introduced her to everyone, one by one. Out of nowhere Gee decided to give her a hug that calmed​ her​ down a bit.

Once she was finally introduced to everyone, Will brought her to his bedroom to put her luggage down and get settled in. She took out her nesessary items that she needed for the day in silence. Will say on the bed awkwardly, not knowing how to explain himself. Once she was done, he gestured for them to go back to the living room.

“No, not until you explain what the fuck that was out there me.” She stood tall looking fed up, with her arms crossed against her chest.

“This might sound really stupid but nobody thought that we were dating. No matter how many times I tried to tell them that we were together, they wouldn’t listen to me. And I didn’t know how to explain this to you and I’m so sorry babe. I should’ve known that this could’ve happened.” Will looked so disappointed in himself which caused Y/N’s heart to shatter. She sat next him on the bed and engulfed him in a hug.

“Hey, get that sour look off your face, it’s fine, I understand. And next time if anything ever comes up just tell me. I’ll try my best to understand the situation, I always do.” She spoke softly while looking into his eyes. They talked for a bit more before making their way to the living room.

“Y/N, I’m not going to lie when Will told us he had a girlfriend, we thought he was crazy!” Stephen exclaimed. Y/N laughed. After a while she felt extremely comfortable wit Will’s friends. They seemed very nice and laid back. In all honesty she felt like they were going to be snobby towards her but they were open to inviting her into their group of friends and made her feel very comfortable.

“Look at you! You look like an absolute model! Why would you go for him? I’m sure that there are so many others that are better than him?” They all laughed expect for Will, who gave her a playful glare.

The night was full of laughter and smiles. His friends went home with stitches in their sides. Y/N felt as if they were life long friends. As she came out of the bathroom, wearing a hoodie and a pair of shorts, she climbed into bed and started going through her social media as she waited for Will to join her.

A few minutes had passed and she decided to go set out to find where he was. She stood in the hall as the low voices of Will and Gee were being exchanged. “Seriously Will, she genuinely seems like such a nice girl. Treat her​ well. I don’t want to see her coming to me because you fucked up. I want to see her coming to me to talk about something cute you did and just gush over you.” Will’s cheek’s turned a slight shade of pink as Gee talked.

“Gee, I swear on Darcey that I’ll treat her​ with love and respect and kindness and all that good stuff.” They both laughed quietly before they said their goodnights. Y/N ran back to his room and jumped on the bed before he could find her.

“You alright? Sorry I took so long." 

"It’s fine babe! Don’t worry about it.” He smiled and lied down on the bed next to her. They spent the rest of the night catching up in person before they were both ready to sleep.

“I heard you and Gee talking.” She looked up at him just as he was switching off the light.

“Oh yeah? What did you hear?” He felt a little nervous which Y/N seemed to notice and squeezed his hand to let him know that everything was ok.

“Just that you’ll treat me with love, respect and kindness. I thought that was very, very cute of you.” She gave him a very bright grin, making his stomach swarm with butterflies.“

"Only for you Y/N.” He gave her a warm smile as he leaned down to give her a kiss.

Kissing Booth | Rucas

Each year, Abigail Adams High has a carnival at the end of the very last semester to welcome summer and celebrate the passing of another successful school year. Students and staff tend to go all out. There are booths scattered around the outskirts of the lot, like the very popular pie throwing contest where you can pay to throw a pie in the face of your favorite, or not so favorite teacher, the dunk tank if ever you’re in the mood to fall into freezing cold water, and the kissing booth.

Normally Riley would partake in all of the activities, aside from the kissing booth of course. She hated the idea of people paying to kiss someone, sure it was for a good cause and all the proceeds helped fund the extracurricular activities for school but still, she couldn’t get on board with puckering up to some stranger who has already kissed dozens and dozens of people.

That is until her crush since freshman year, Chris Cardellini, was the one on the other side. This year, the baseball team is in charge of the kissing booth, since there are so many of them they get to switch off every 10 people or so. Chris, along with two of her best friends Lucas and Zay, is on the baseball team and that meant she finally had a chance to get him to feel what she’s felt for him since the first day of school, almost 4 years ago.

Did he even know she existed? No. Did that stop her from fantasizing about him every chance she got? Absolutely not. To be fair it’s not that she was some unknown loner who had no friends, she had a great group of friends and over all she was well liked, it had more so to do with the fact that she decided to crush on the most popular guy in school. The one who could have any girl he wanted and because that was the harsh reality of the situation she knew deep down she didn’t stand a chance. However, she convinced herself that maybe, just maybe, if she got to kiss him at the kissing booth this year, he’d feel a spark and that would obviously lead to their beautiful love story.

As she sat at her usual lunch table she found herself getting lost in the hypothetical-ness of it all. It isn’t until her best friend Maya slams her lunch tray on the table that she’s forced back to reality.
“Daydreaming about Chris Cardellini again?” The blonde muses as she aggressively opens her bag of chips.

“No.” The brunette pouts, taking a big gulp of her juice. “I was just wondering what I should wear to the carnival.”

“The carnival where you’re going to kiss Chris Cardellini?” Maya smirks, raising her eyebrows at Riley.

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MORE THAN WORDS (A Sasusaku One-Shot Fanfiction)

Note: This is my second fanfiction for one of my anime OTP’s. I only stan canon. Hahaha! This is what I would like to happen when Sasuke really comes home for good. I’m still not sure if I should write a part 2 which I was planning as a lemon but, let’s see if I could. I’m such a newbie in writing fics. Please forgive me. Tell me your thoughts and suggestions about this. Thank you and enjoy!

PS. If you don’t like this pair, get the fuck out. I don’t need your hate. They’re canon so sit down.

Excerpt:It will take his whole life to thank Sakura for all that she had given him, and for all that she’s still willing to give to him despite of his shortcomings. As a father. As a husband. This bundle of fierceness and love looking up at him will always be his reminder that Sakura never gave up on him.

And in return, he will always come back to her. To them. To his family.

Sasusaku Pairing (3,676 words)

A Poor Attempt at Writing Fics

SasuSaku Edition 

More Than Words

Staring at the Uchiha sigil in front of their house, he can’t help but release a sigh of relief. He just got there after meeting with Naruto at the Hokage Tower, giving his report and a bit of catching up with his old friend.

The Hokage grabbed him immediately after he perched on the office window in a tight hug. Of course, he returned it reluctantly. Hokage or not, he’s still Naruto. And to Sasuke’s eyes, he’s still an idiot. After a few minutes, Naruto finally releases him to finally go home and see his family.

“Sakura-chan might find out and I know she will punch me in the face,” Naruto added with his trademark, no-holds-barred, annoying grin. Sasuke just replied with his signature smirk of his.

And now, there he stood. It’s been what? Almost 2 years since he last step foot in Konoha, and only God knows when since he had been inside their house. He felt a slight pang of pain in his chest. And yes, a bit of excitement as well. He missed his family.

His daughter.

His wife.

He wonders now what they look like. They last saw each other when they had that little incident with Sarada and her curiosity about her real parentage. As if you couldn’t tell with his trademark raven hair and eyes and Sakura’s strength and optimism that Sarada possesses. He smirked at the thought. Sarada really took almost all of his physical features but she definitely got her spunk, determination and her loud mouth from her mother. Her stubborness and wit, maybe a little bit of his and Sakura’s combined, though he really wouldn’t admit that he’s a bit stubborn aloud.

But overall, he believes his daughter is more like Sakura than him. Both strong, powerful, and so so good.

Beautiful, he added to his thoughts.

Sighing again for the nth time after standing in front of their house like a stalker, he quietly approached the front door and opened it slowly and quietly. He silently praised his wife for placing few but strong genjutsus around the house for protection. Some of it are quite tricky he must say but if not because of his Sharingan, he might have missed it because of his overwhelming feeling inside him to see his family again. It’s late in the evening and he knows Sarada might be sleeping. His wife, he’s not yet sure. He haven’t checked their chakras yet. He wants to be spontaneous, even for just now. He’s finally back after all. He can finally relax and enjoy.

Their house still looks the same from the inside: a wide foyer greeting him when he opened the front door, a faint smell of flowers in the window sill, an old family portrait on the wall when he entered the living room. His eyes roam and he is suddenly engulfed with a calm feeling, one that he is more uncomfortable with. But not in here. Not in their home.

He walks around the house, passing through their kitchen, to his daughter’s room. He decided to check on her first before he went to look for Sakura. The feeling of seeing his two girls after a very long time almost knocks him off his feet. The excitement of being able to brush Sarada’s hair while she sleeps is palpable now that he’s on his way to her room. The anticipation of being able to hold, let alone see, Sakura in the flesh is enough to make Sasuke choke.

But first, Sarada.

He quietly opens her room and peers inside. It was dark but nothing will be amiss in his powerful eyes. He can clearly see his daughter, sleeping on her side away from him. He sneaks inside and closes the door gently. He looks around his daughter’s room and noticed that it is neat and organized. Her books in a color coded manner, her study table clean with a picture with her team, and a lone picture of them three on her bedside table. He softly smiled when he saw it.

My family, he thought.

With his chakra still reduced to the lowest for stealth, he approached the bed quietly, not even a sound can be heard. His daughter’s back is still to him and he could see her even breathing.

He smirked.

When he was gonna place his hand on her, Sarada suddenly lunged with a kunai in hand, probably taken under her pillows. Her black and crimson eyes fierce as she attacks the unknown ‘intruder’.

Sasuke, as he effortlessly hold his daugher’s wrist away from him, gazed at Sarada with proud eyes. The moment he stepped foot through her door, he already noticed the change in her breathing and the subtle spike of her chakra. To hold out until the unknown presence makes it’s move to attack is quite impressive.

When their eyes met, Sarada gaped at him with wide eyes and even wider mouth. She looked absolutely precious in her father’s eyes. Sasuke felt his heart melt. He missed her terribly.

Before Sarada squeals and alert Sakura of his presence, he put his index finger against his lips and smirked at his daughter. Sarada picks up and immediately shut her mouth but launched herself to him, almost knocking him out of his feet, thanks to his quick reflexes.

“Papa!”, Sarada half-whispered half-screamed against his chest. Her arms are looped around his neck with her kunai still in hand and her feet still on the bed. Sasuke snaked his lone arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

“Sarada,” he whispered. “I’m back.”

She suddenly looked up to him, her eyes now back to normal and seemed to have widen more. “For good?”

He simply smiled and said, “Aa.”

Sarada smiled even bigger and hugged him even tighter. In return, Sasuke put his hand on her hair and ruffled it. It’s soft just like her mom’s. He shifted so he could sit on her bed so Sarada immediately detached herself from him and sat beside him. She crossed her legs so she could look at him directly. “I missed you Papa,” Sarada mused. Seeing her father again after so long makes her want to cry. Thank God she’s not as crybaby as her mother. She is as emotional as Sakura, but she can also be as stoic as Sasuke.

Sasuke reached out and poked her forehead, “I know.”

Sarada shyly touched her forehead. “I can’t wait to show you all of the jutsus that I have learned! Boruto is so envious,” she said proudly.

Of course you’re amazing, Sasuke thought. You are your mother’s daughter anyway. You are our daugher.

Sasuke just gave her a small smile and asked, “So when did you notice I was here?”

“Right when you opened my door,” Sarada answered, confirming Sasuke’s thoughts. “Mama just checked on me a few minutes ago and I have always been a light sleeper anyway. I noticed your chakra before you entered but it feels kinda familiar to me so I just ignored it. But you opened my door and I was startled for a second.”

“I noticed that as well,” Sasuke told her. “I’m glad you don’t let your guard down. It’s only the two of you here.”

Sarada smiled at him, “No. Now we’re three.”

Warmth spread in his chest as he looks at Sarada’s face. As much as she took his features from her raven hair and eyes, he can also definitely see his wife in her. Her warmth and her glow and her light and her energy and her smile – it’s all Sakura.

It will take his whole life to thank Sakura for all that she had given him, and for all that she’s still willing to give to him despite of his shortcomings. As a father. As a husband. This bundle of fierceness and love looking up at him will always be his reminder that Sakura never gave up on him.

And in return, he will always come back to her. To them. To his family.

Sarada hugged him again right after, her kunai probably back under her pillows. She will definitely be a clingy daughter now. Her father is back for good! She thought to herself that she will never let him out of her sight again. Well, unless the Hokage sends him again to another mission. But she hopes it’s not as long as this last one. She’s tired of seeing her mother miss him. She’s tired of missing him.

But no worries, because he is back.

She pulls away and said, “Have you seen Mama?”

Just the thought of seeing her just across the hallway makes Sasuke’s skin prick in anticipation. He was never the touchy type. He was never the vocal type too. But he is an Uchiha, and Uchiha’s feel more deeply and strongly. And he misses her.

And he loves her.

God, he loves her.

Sasuke smirked, “Not yet. I want to suprise her.”

Sarada smirked back and laughed softly, “Oh she’s gonna cry. Mama cries so easily sometimes. I can’t believe that she’s so strong yet such a baby at the same time, you kno-”

Her sentence was immediately cut off by a small yawn. Her eyes are slowly slipping shut but she’s fighting it because her dad is finally home and they’re talking. But she’s so sleepy now. Sasuke smiled softly and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, “Sleep now. I’m not going anywhere.”

Sarada leaned back to her pillows as her father places a blanket over her. She smiled sweetly, “Promise?” With her eyes half-closed and her lips turned into a lofty and sleepy smile, Sasuke leaned in and kissed her forehead.


He waited until Sarada fell asleep.

He never got the chance to tuck her to bed every night. It’s one of the many things he regret deeply. Not being able to see and be with his family is his own emotional, and even physical, torture. And now that he has the chance to at least watch over his daughter as she sleeps, for him it seems like a gift. After all the pain and anger and just pure exhaustion from it all, this is what awaits him at home – his daughter looking up to him with admiring, bright eyes and his wife..


With final glance and a stroke on Sarada’s cheek, he stands up and makes his way out of her room. He saw the hallway towards their room empty, their bedroom door slightly ajar so he can see the light coming from it.

He sense her chakra while still masking his. He wants to surprise her. Just thinking about her wide eyes taking him in is already making his palms sweat.

I’m home, Sakura.

Silent as ever, Sasuke steps inside their room. But when he was about to lift his head to check inside, a kunai was thrown to the side of his head. The said kunai now stuck in the doorframe, thanks to Sasuke.

He blames it on himself. Maybe he was too excited to see his wife after so long that he forgot that she’s one of the smartest kunoichi in the world. Of course she will sense him. He looked from the implanted kunai on the doorframe until his eyes reached his beautiful wife.

And there she stood – fresh from the shower with her still wet pink hair down, her green eyes glowing, her mouth in a smirk in a very arousing way to Sasuke, with nothing but a flimsy thin towel around her body.

He just stood there in the doorway, feeling like a boy suffering from his pre-pubescent years that was shell-shocked from seeing a half-naked girl for the first time. Goddamn it, they have a child. He should not feel embarassed at all.

And just like someone was toying with him, he felt the back of his neck heat and traveled on the way to his cheeks. A slight tint of pink can be seen and when he saw his wife’s smirk widen to a grin, he can’t help but be redder.

Averting his eyes is not an option, because he knows Sakura will tease him for it. He thank everyone that has to be thanked for that Naruto won’t ever witness this.

Besides, how can he look away when she looks like that? Who can?

Sakura just stood there and watch him with silent mirth. She said softly, “I’ve known your chakra all my life, Sasuke-kun. You can never mask it from me.”

He knows this already. But it doesn’t stop him from at least giving an effort to be spontaneous even just for now. Everything about Sasuke is calculated. Every move, every step – it’s all planned thoroughly. But in the heart of his home, surrounded by his girls, he feels safe and warm. So all his careful and well-thought plans in his head just vanishes as he’s welcomed by his family – Kakashi, Naruto, Sarada, Sakura. This spontaneity is only for them. They’re the only ones who can see him vulnerable.

He stared at his loving wife, barely dressed and glowing and soft and beautiful. Just like a dream. No coherent thought could even come up in his head as he just stared and stared. So, he just answered with his signature answer. 


Sasuke saw as Sakura’s features soften more, as if the fondness in her eyes and the slight curl of her inviting lips just seconds ago were nothing.

You’re so beautiful, Sasuke thought as he felt his heart slammed against his chest he’s afraid Sakura might hear it.

He saw how her eyes gathered moisture, completely nailing Sarada’s prediction earlier. She’s still a crybaby. Crying over the littlest of things, but the strongest of all. In body and in heart.

Sakura smiled that achingly sweet smile reserved only for the people she love the most. A tear dropped from her emerald eyes as her husband never took his eyes away from hers as soon as they met. “Welcome home, Sasuke-kun.”

He smiled that smile that is only reserved for his wife – a smile that softens everything in his face; a smile that comes along with a hitch in his breath; a smile that makes Sakura come forward to meet him. Sasuke closed the door as he steps in. They met halfway across the room. With Sasuke in his covered clothes and Sakura in her one scrap of thin towel, they clash together.

Sakura stood on tiptoes as she puts her arms around his neck and her face against his chest. Her silent happy tears finally making its way down her cheeks as she hugs him with all she is. Sasuke holds her as fierce as she was holding him with his one arm.

It’s one of those few moments that he would like to have another arm again, just to embrace his wife with all of him. His face buried against the juncture between her neck and shoulders, inhaling her scent. Apples and strawberries and Sakura.

He can feel the front of his cloak getting damp from all her tears. He puts his hand behind her head and detached it from his chest. Sasuke looks down at his wife and saw her smile with tears in her eyes. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss both of her eyes softly. Sakura smiled gently.

“Stop it,” he murmured against her closed lids. “You’re annoying.”

Sakura chuckled as Sasuke said those words and continued to make his face travel from her face to her hair back to the other side of her neck, inhaling as he goes. He couldn’t open his eyes as his sense of smell is very much heightened right now. He’s used to smelling rain and blood and fear, but now, all he could smell is her. And he can’t seem to get enough.

Sakura’s arms went down, her left hand went at his nape and her right at his waist. The one in his nape gently tugs at his hair as she sighed lovingly. “I can’t help it,” she whispered directly in his left ear. “You can’t blame me for missing you so much.”

I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.

His arms loop around her and his hand went back to clutch at her waist as her words traveled all the way to his spine. Even with his cloak on, he shivered.

He nodded lazily against her neck, “Hn.” His lips against her damp skin. It’s taking all of his self-control not to taste it. “I know.”

I missed you, too.

They reluctantly let go from their embrace but their hands stay on each other’s bodies. Hers on his chest, his on her back. Sakura looked up to him. Their height difference making her arch her neck to look at his face. His hair is longer now so some bangs covered his eyes but she can still feel their intensity. She felt goosebumps all over and Sasuke saw it all.

“Have you eaten yet?”, Sakura asked him. She reached up to push away some hair away from his eyes. “You must be hungry. I could make you something if you like.”

Sasuke smirked, “I suppose you can cook real food now?”

She playfully slapped his chest as she laugh, “How dare you make fun of my cooking! Hey mister, need I remind you that the last time you went home and ate with us, you nearly ate all of it? You didn’t even left some for your daughter!”

His hand went back to her damp hair to the side of her face. Sasuke gave a small smile as he cradles it, “She let me.”

“That’s because she was excited to finally have you home,” she pointed out. Her face automatically leans in towards his hand. His thumb rhythmically going back and forth on her cheekbone. She smiled. “And she loves you,” Sakura added.

He remembers that night so clearly. After that whole drama with Sarada and her search for him and the truth, he went home with them for some time. They ate dinner and spent few days together as a family. His last night consisted of light conversations and heartfelt laughter with them over dinner. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper meal so he was happy that his wife made an effort to give him that. Her cooking was terrible back when they were children, but now they’re fantastic. His prepared lunch the next day as he went back to his mission was also a proof of her kitchen prowess.

Sasuke just looked at Sakura as she closed her eyes, relishing his touch on her face with her hand covering his. She looks so serene he can’t help but feel awed. His eyes slowly memorize her face and her body, as if he haven’t done it before.

“What about you?”, Sasuke asked, the back of his hand going back and forth on her jaw. “Do you?”

He already knows the answer to this. After all these years of being away from them, one could say that Sakura might not love him anymore. Sakura should not love him anymore.

But Sasuke knows. He always have. Sakura gave him her whole self, dedicated her life to bring him back and to give back the life he never thought he would have again, risked everything she have for him.

Sasuke knows she loves him still. He knows he doesn’t deserve it. She’s too good for him. He will never be enough. But every now and then, his selfish self wants to hear it.

Closed lids opened to reveal those green eyes that lives in his dreams. Those green orbs full of understanding, patience and love. They’re staring intently at his black ones. She smirked playfully, “You made fun of my cooking skills. So, no. I hate you.”

Sasuke scoffed. Her eyes are full of mirth as he looked at her. “No, you don’t.”

“And what makes you say that?”

This time, Sasuke dipped forward to her. He saw her gasp in surprise as he puts his forehead against hers. Sakura blushed. He stared at her slightly opened mouth as he speaks.

“Because what you feel about me..” he started as he leaned in closer. He saw her eyes closed and that made him smile. “ the same as my feelings for you.”

He concluded as his mouth descended to meet hers.

All thoughts are gone. Only their mouths molding together making sense. They stood there at the center of the room, their lips doing the speaking, their hands exploring around each other. There’s a clash of lips, teeth and tongue. Sasuke breathes in her soft moans and Sakura drinks her name from his hungry mouth.

Sasuke poured everything he has to say in that kiss. He’s still the same boy who doesn’t know how to form words that might justify his feelings. So he express them in the way he knows how.

And so he kissed her gentle and slow, but hot and deep. He can’t fight the groan that comes out of his mouth when his wife is doing the same to him.

Sasuke hopes Sakura hears his words through their kiss. They’re connected anyway. They always have been. They always will be.

I’ve missed you so bad.

I’m never gonna leave you again.

I’ll protect you.

I’m sorry for everything.

Don’t leave me.

Stay with me forever.

I’ll make you happy.

Thank you.

I love you.

I love you so much.

Finally, their mouths found their way to separate to breathe. Both panting, they smiled at each other as they hold each other’s faces. Sasuke looks at her face intently, his wife being his light all these years. He’s forever grateful to her for everything that she is. He puts his forehead against hers.

Do you hear me, Sakura?

“I love you too, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura breathes against his mouth.

Her answer and this moment are now stored into his memory for him to remember forever.

part 2

“You´ve never changed.” - Angus MacGyver - MacGyver (Reboot)

Originally posted by mysteriousladyl

Originally posted by beauitful-paradise

(gif´s aren´t mine. Credits to owner.) 

request: none

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A/N: Who doesn´t love Lucas Till? And who doesn´t like MacGyver? My first time writing an imagine about the MacGyver Reboot. Hope you guys enjoy! And it´s short. 
summary: MacGyver needs your help. Do you help him, or let him search in the dark? 
warning: angst, kind of. 
wordcount: 324

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“Why are we at a library?” Jack groaned annoyed. Riley rolled her eyes. “Are you sure she´s here? She could be in an old music studio, Mac.” “I´m sure she is here. Books are her priority. Well, mostly on second place.” He took a deep breath. Now he was going to face her again, after years leaving her with a broken heart. He felt bad. It was more than five years ago, that he has seen her. And he was surprised, when Tharnton told his friends and him, that this girl, this innocent girl could help in his case they were working on.

 He had lost his words, when Riley came up to him, saying, that she was her best friends, before she came to Mission City and after she had moved away, helping her with hacking and trying everything to get Riley out of prison. Mac always knew, you would never lose your politeness and sweetness.

 Entering the library, Riley found her effortless. Giving her a hug, she turned around. She changed over the past years. She looked tired, on her nose rested the frame of her new glasses and her clothes looked plain and basic. The little sunshine had turned into a shadow. He gulped, when their gazes met.

 “Angus.” The tone in her voice was cold and hard. She would never forgive him, and he knew that. “May I ask, why you´re here?” “The Phoenix Foundation needs help from you Y/N.” She nodded, but her expressions turned darker. “You´ve never changed. I knew, you would come in this case. A wonder, that everyone don´t recognise your workplace. The system is easy to hack for someone like me.” Riley scanned her and grinned proudly. “I will help Riley. But let me get this clear, MacGyver. I will not help you. Got it?” He nodded and his heart shattered again into pieces. What he didn´t knew, that the mission would make him suffer.

lingoarchaic  asked:

Hey, it's me Vegetastan ☺. Got a new play along for ya. Trunks: Hey Mom, can I ask you something? Mom: Sure, what is it? Trunks: How did you know you were in love with Papa?

Bulma momentarily stopped spreading the chocolate frosting over the cake she’d just baked for her husband and she looked at her son.

“Why do you ask?” She finally said, resuming her task.

“Well… Today is your wedding anniversary, right?”

“Yeah… And?”

“And… Every year I go to Goten’s place so you two can celebrate together…”

Bulma kept working on her cake, secretly wondering where her child was going with this. It was unlike Trunks to ask a lot of questions about her relationship with Vegeta, particularly about their early rocky years.


“So, every year Goten’s mom asks me about you two. Like… I don’t know… It’s almost like she can’t believe you guys are in love or something…”

The hidden sorrow behind her son’s voice made her heart sink a little, and her anger at her discovery of Chichi’s nosiness didn’t help either.

‘Damn, Chichi…’

She was one to talk about love and romance…  

Her husband only married her in order to keep some stupid childhood promise he’d made without even knowing what marriage was really all about. Thankfully, it’d all worked out in the end for the two of them, but it wasn’t as if it’d been the ‘Romance of the Century’ either, certainly, not at the beginning.

For Dende’s sake! Goku even thought getting married had to do with food!

“Sweetie, come here. Sit down…” Bulma said softly, encouraging the boy to sit by her side. She guessed it was as good a time as any to discuss certain things with Trunks.

She quickly finished her work and she set the finished cake aside, peeking at the large bowl on the table, which still had some melted chocolate left in it.

“Wanna dip?” Bulma offered, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.

Trunks replied enthusiastically, without hesitation. “Yeah!”

Bulma chuckled, shaking her head as she walked to Capsule Corp.’s massive fridge to fetch some fresh strawberries. Living with a couple of Saiyans wasn’t always easy, but at least it wasn’t hard to figure out how to cheer them up: with lots of delicious food.

She set the strawberries on the table, quietly offering them to Trunks, who eagerly grabbed a juicy berry and happily dipped it into the chocolate as Bulma imitated his actions.

“So… Love, uh?”


“Okay… Well…” Bulma started, taking another bite. “I’d say it wasn’t something that happened overnight, you know?”

The little boy scowled. “So, it wasn’t like in the movies?”

“In the movies?”

“Yeah…” Trunks shrugged. “Like, when the girl meets the guy and she knows she’s gonna marry him and stuff…”

The woman smiled knowingly. “You mean ‘love at first sight’, right?”

“I guess…”

“Mmm… No, Trunks. From my experience, love doesn’t really work that way.”

“It doesn’t?” Trunks asked, honestly surprised.

Bulma finished her strawberry, picking up another one and losing count of how many her son had already eaten.

“Nope. I think you have to get to know a person before you love them. I don’t believe you can really love someone you don’t know too well…”

There was a brief pause, and Trunks realized his mom was now deep in thought.

“I guess I knew I was in love with your dad sometime before I found out I was pregnant with you…” She finally concluded.

“Really?” The child enquired, raising his eyebrows. “So, you didn’t like him at first?”

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant! If I hadn’t liked him I would have never invited him to live here! No… I guess… I guess what I mean is… You know your dad is a quiet man, right?”

“Uh-huh…” He agreed.

“So, that’s why it took longer for me to get to know him, I guess…”

Trunks swallowed a mouthful of berries before asking again.

“And why is that?”

“Why is what?”

“You know… Why is dad so quiet? Is it because he’s Saiyan?”

Bulma tilted her head to the side a little, knowing she had to be careful with how much information about Vegeta’s past she disclosed to her son. When Trunks was a baby and Vegeta finally agreed to stay on Earth and give their relationship and fatherhood a chance, she knew, even though her man had been too proud to discuss such things, that Vegeta was probably afraid of his son ending up hating him in the future, so she told him he’d only talk about his past with Trunks when the child was older and only if he felt comfortable discussing certain matters with him.

Interestingly enough, Bulma had never been truly scared of Trunks hating Vegeta when he’d finally discover his past. After all, if Mirai Trunks had ended up loving and respecting him so much without having spent a lot of time with him, she knew their Trunks, the one who’d actually been raised by a dad he fiercely admired, would undoubtedly forgive his father’s evil deeds when he was older.

“I think so, Trunks… I think a big part of it has to do with him being Saiyan. And, also… Well, your dad didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, so I guess it was hard for him at first to open up to people…”

“Papa had no friends?”

One look at Trunks’ sad frown told Bulma she’d just perhaps said too much…

“Hey! Come here!” Bulma asked invitingly, offering him a hug with open arms her son accepted greedily. She hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead, realizing that, even though Trunks wasn’t a small child anymore, he’d always be her little boy to her.

“Your dad grew up in Space, and it’s harder to make friends out there, that’s all…” She lied, after all, there’d be enough time for her son to discover how dark the Universe could be sometimes. Until then, she’d protect his innocence as much as she could, not that the child hadn’t already gone through hard times during the battle against Buu.  

“But then he came to Earth and we all welcomed him. And now he has lots of friends, right?”

Trunks smirked, so much like his father the resemblance was uncanny.

“He does…” He agreed.

Bulma held him closer, whispering in his ear. “And we all love him very much, don’t we?”

The boy blushed, embarrassed about disclosing his feelings towards his father in front of his mom.

Oh, yeah…

He was Vegeta’s child, after all…

“Moooom…” He whined as Bulma playfully ruffled his hair.

“We do love him! Now, be a good boy and bring your dad his cake, he’s been in the GR for too long and he needs to take a break anyway.”

Trunks cautiously held the massive chocolate cake his mom had baked for his dad, knowing just how much it must have meant for her since Bulma almost never cooked, always relying on their own private chefs to deal with all the cooking.

“Be careful, baby…” Bulma warned him tenderly.

“Mom?” Trunks asked again, already on his way out of the kitchen.


“Then when did you finally know you were in love with Papa?”

“Oh, right… Um… I guess I knew when I finally realized I’d be really sad if I ever had to live without him; that was also before I got pregnant with you,” she honestly replied.

It was the truth.

Despite the fact that it was their mutual physical attraction towards each other what started their sexual affair so many years ago, at some point around the time she discovered she was pregnant with Trunks, she finally had the courage to admit to herself she’d really fallen in love with the proud Saiyan Prince and, even though Vegeta was still in deep denial about their new, still very fragile relationship, she knew he’d already grown fond of her on some level even then.

All in all, Bulma liked to believe there’d been some kind of love involved during Trunks’ conception, and she unquestionably wanted her child to firmly believe that too.

“I see… Thanks Mom!”

“No problem, sweetie… Careful with that cake! And don’t drop the fork!” She cautioned as she saw the boy walking out into the garden in search of his father.

Once he reached his destination, Trunks knocked twice on the heavy gate of his dad’s beloved Gravity Room. Almost instantly, the buzzing noise ceased, signaling Vegeta had switched it off, and a very sweaty Saiyan opened the metal door.

“What is it, boy?” He asked, wiping off some of the sweat from his brow with a white towel and taking a large gulp of ice cold water with his other hand.

“Um, Mom asked to bring you this, she made it for you…”

One look at the sweet delicacy told Vegeta all he needed to know about what day it was.

“I see…” He replied, sitting on the stairs by the door and grabbing the cake, putting it carefully on his lap and picking up the fork his woman had also placed on the large plate. When he raised his gaze, he noticed Trunks still standing right in front of him, staring at him with intrigued eyes.

“Is there anything else you need, boy?”

“Uh? Um, no, that was all… I hope you like it, Papa!”

Vegeta assented in confirmation and just as his son was about to leave, he saw him turn around, asking him one final question.



“You have a lot of friends now, right?”

The Prince stopped chewing on his mouthful of cake for a moment, wondering what the Hell was the kid talking about now. Whatever it was, the expression on his face told him it was a serious question, so he pondered his words for a minute.


What a word…

He knew just how fond those damned earthlings were of their friendships and all of those strange, sentimental attachments and, yet, hadn’t he ended up becoming one of them anyway?

The closest thing to a ‘friend’ he’d had before he landed on Earth were Nappa and Raditz, and they were more like comrades to him, subjects of the Royal Crown, and if he was honest with himself, they basically stuck together because they were the only ones from their kind left.

Then, did he have any friends?

If the definition of a friend was someone who fought by your side and that you could rely on when things got ugly, then, much to his shame, he had to admit all these bizarre, ridiculous people had become his friends, so he assented.

“I do, boy. Now, why don’t you go to the kitchen and help your mother clean up?”

Trunks offered him the brightest smile, and he looked so relieved by his answer that now Vegeta knew he’d definitely have to ask Bulma what that whole friend questioning thing was all about later. He had the feeling she’d had a hand on it.

“Sure!” He yelled, running to the kitchen. “Have fun with Mom tonight!”

Vegeta drank some more water, paying close attention to the scene taking place now in their kitchen through its large glass windows. Trunks was, indeed, helping Bulma place all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher as she sat down, distractedly rubbing her belly. He noticed his wife had been doing that a lot ever since she’d found out she was pregnant again, and even though she wasn’t showing yet, she kept caressing her still flat tummy at all times. It was a miracle no one had noted her strange behavior yet. Bulma had insisted they kept it a secret for as long as they could, concerned about something potentially going wrong during the early stages. She was older now than she was when she conceived Trunks and he’d had a hard time convincing her about having another child.

He smirked, pleased to see his son was growing up to be a responsible young man, obeying him without question, though he knew Bulma had played a big role on Trunks becoming the kind-hearted kid he was. Without his mother’s presence around him, the child would have probably become the grumpy, miserable man he himself had been before the woman came into his life, smashing his barriers down and making him see and explore life in a way he never thought possible.

The warrior savored another bite of the delicious cake, secretly trying to imagine what kind of a surprise his mischievous little minx would have prepared for him tonight, and he wiped off his brow again with the back of his hand, looking at the summer’s bright blue sky and wondering how was it possible that someone like him ended up getting so damn lucky.

Yes, life was good for the Saiyan Prince… 

There you go @lingoarchaic!

Sorry it took me so long to write this one for you!

Now I finally have more free time to write again, I hope you like it!

Your Sister My Lover

Imagine being Selina Kyle’s sister not knowing she Catwoman and being engaged to Bruce knowing that he was Batman.

Relationship: Family and Lover

Fandom: DC

Character: Selina and Bruce

You and your sister Selina always tried to put each other first, Selina did a better job at it since she could pickpocket. You on the other hands stuck to tricking tourist out of their money with your unwinnable games. Both went to a horrible public school on the east end of Gotham. Working hard you both graduated top of your class and went to college. You worked at nights and saved up money for school. Your boss a sweet man allowed you to live in an apartment above the diner for half price. Selina would often crash at your place and helped pay the bills when she did. You never knew where she got her money but you guessed still from pickpocketing. Once you got a degree you just application for every major company in Gotham and even out of Gotham. Wayne Inc. quickly scooped you up, you started from the bottom but soon climb to the top. That was how you met the love of your life, Bruce Wayne.

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7 Years: Part 12

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s been 7 years since you walked away from the love of your life.

Part 11

Catch up HERE!

A/N: Don’t go anywhere! There’s still one more part to this!

You watched Bucky sleep when you randomly woke up in the night. He leaned back against the chair that he proclaimed as his. His head hung down and his arms crossed against his chest. You can imagine the neck pain he’ll have later. You just..watched him. Really observed his features and it’s like things never changed. He was still the loving, caring, charming, and funny guy you came to love all those years ago and found yourself loving again. It was a strange feeling. You never thought you’d find yourself around Bucky after what he did. But he seemed really hellbent on being there for you and Isabelle. It warmed your heart. 

“You’re staring.” Bucky mumbled. His eyes fluttered open and he lifted his head.

You softly smiled, “Sorry,” you muttered.

Bucky tiredly smiled back and lifted his arms above him stretching out his arms and legs. His shirt rode up to reveal his Adonis belt and you couldn’t help but stare, “My eyes are up here, doll.” He said with a teasing smirk.

You shrugged, “Just surprised you’re still fit.” You said teasingly.

Bucky scoffed, “What? Figured I’d get chubby or something?”

You nodded, “It’d make me feel soooo much better if you did with my after-birth body and all”

Bucky grabbed your hand and kissed it, “Hush. You’re beautiful. You’re gorgeous. You’re a goddess.”

You lightly chuckled, “Bet you say that to all the gals, Barnes.”

He shook his head, “Nope. Always and only you, doll.”

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A Second Chance at a Family: Part 2

Your name: submit What is this?

Part 1

Several months after Aya’s arrival in your home, Bucky was called in for a mission. Your body had healed from the last mission, so you almost began packing your things too. It hadn’t occurred to you that at some point the two of you would have to start doing missions again, and you wouldn’t be going together anymore because someone had to be at home with Aya now. Instead of packing with him, you watched him get ready for his next mission, searching for some way to vocalize that you were scared shitless by the idea of being left alone with Aya.

“Bucky she likes you best,” you insisted, “tell Steve to find someone else.”

“You know I can’t do that.” Bucky sighed.

“You could try. What am I supposed to do?”

“Follow your maternal instincts.”

“I don’t even know if I have those,” you threw your hands up exhaustedly.

“Yes, you do. I know you do.”

“… Well, you have to tell her you’re leaving. I can’t do it,” you huffed. You knew you were being a baby about the whole thing, but he was leaving you up shit’s creek without a paddle, so you couldn’t find it in your heart to be an adult about a situation like this.

“Don’t worry I will.”

He did as he said he would, and Aya stared up at him uncomprehendingly. You stood outside the room like always, simply an observer of their bond. She seemed to understand that he would be gone for a while. Bucky tried to make a point of saying that you would be kind to her and that if she needed anything to go to you, but Aya’s eyes flicked over to yours and you felt very dull in comparison to security she must have felt when she looked at Bucky. Her gaze was entirely disbelieving as she looked at you, skewering your heart with her gaze alone. She was probably right, Bucky was way better than you at being a parent. You felt like you were just along for the ride. The morning Bucky left, he kissed your lips, both of your cheeks, then your forehead, as was your routine.

“She’ll come around,” he promised after pressing one last kiss to your lips.

“What if she doesn’t?”

“She will.”

Aya’s room door opened and she ran out of the room, running straight into Bucky’s legs. She hugged his legs quickly then stepped back to look up at him. He bent down and gave her a real hug. Unbeknownst to you, he whispered a message to her.

“Y/N is shy too, but she’s nice. Give her a chance.”

She looked up at you for a moment, then back to him and nodded a little.

“Be careful,” you uttered as he picked up his bag.

“I always am, sweetheart.”

“I know… but be extra careful now.”

“Sure thing.”

Then he was gone. The door closed with a click. You and Aya stood staring at the door for a few more seconds before she went back to her room and you started on breakfast. The house was silent again. Without Bucky, it felt empty. In order to alleviate that feeling, you turned on some quiet music on the record player in the front room while you made breakfast. As you set the needle, you couldn’t help remembering how you ended up with a record player in the first place. Bucky swore up and down that stereos and Bluetooth speakers lacked soul. He was surprisingly adamant about it. He fought with you for days when you were trying to buy a Bluetooth speaker for the house. Finally, you picked up a record player. It was one of the new ones that would work with Bluetooth speakers but keep the purity of the record. You’d never admit it, but he was right. It was better this way. The clash of new and old fit in your home beautifully.

When you went to give Aya her breakfast, you realized she’d left her door open. You wondered if she liked music.

“Tell me if you need anything,” you said softly as you set her food down on the nightstand. She didn’t respond, but you knew she heard you. The first day, was a day of silence. That night when her screams woke you up, you did as Bucky had done in the beginning. You sat on the floor, parallel to her bed and gazed blankly at the wall. She did not speak to you or look at you.

The next day went much the same, and the day after that, until a whole week of silence went by. You began to wonder if you’d ever be as close to Aya as Bucky was. Some vain part of you felt slighted. After all, you were the one that saved her, shouldn’t that count for something? That vain part of you was small and easily taken by the loud voice of self-doubt. You were conditioned to kill, children could sense that kind of thing. If you were her you’d be wary too. She’d seen you at your most unhinged when you went to save her. You snatched the head off of an armed soldier for chrissake. Of course, she was intimidated by you. Every night, as you sat beside her bed you thought about how terrifying you must be to her. You tried to make yourself okay with the thought that she might never talk to you. Then one night she spoke.

“Will you… will you sing?” she asked you.

You nodded, stunned that she had chosen to talk to you. Nevertheless, you did as she asked and started the well known lyrics to You Are My Sunshine. One of your few memories of your mother included that song. It was simple, and she only ever sang the first verse, the verses after were much sadder than the first. You must have been with her for, at most, four years before they took you and turned you into a weapon. You forced yourself not to think about that. At the songs ending, she spoke again.

“Bucky was right. You are better,” she complimented

You glanced at her with an amused smirk, “He’s pretty good,” you shrugged. She peeked out of the chrysalis of her comforter at you with her big eyes. You could just barely see them shine as their dark depths reflected the moonlight. She looked like a little doll, the kind of dolls that stood on grandmother’s shelves. A distant memory of a house with dolls that looked like you drifted to the forefront of your psyche, a long forgotten memory from your brief childhood. You remembered the smell of spices and the dry heat of her home. You remembered the doll with the curly hair, that woman, your grandmother gifted you. She was most proud of that doll, it hadn’t existed when she was a child.

“… Can you sing me another song?” Aya asked, interrupting your thoughts.

You sung the first song to come to your mind, something soft and soothing. She fell asleep to that song. Despite the fact that you knew she was asleep, you didn’t get up from the floor. You stayed there, watching over her until you eventually succumbed to sleep. You woke up before her, body aching from being in an uncomfortable position all night. You stifled your moans and groans as you stood up and hobbled towards the kitchen. This is about the time Bucky cooked breakfast. The therapist told you it was important for Aya to have a schedule, so, for the time being, you wouldn’t be sleeping in at all. Much to your surprise, Aya joined you in the kitchen. She sat at the kitchen table quietly and watched you make breakfast. You made chocolate chip pancakes, something Bucky wouldn’t even hear of doing. The two of you ate in silence, but she seemed to really enjoy the chocolate chip pancakes. At noon, you set about detangling your hair to wash it. Aya came out and watched you for a moment.

“I’m going to wash my hair,” you supplied as you noticed her curious gaze, “I could wash your hair if you want? And I could style it for you.”

She seemed to consider that for a while, then she nodded slowly. Bath times were commonplace for you and Aya. So you drew the bath water as you usually did, and added bubble bath. You even tossed in a few bath toys that you bought on your last trip to the store. She got in and immediately picked up the rubber duck. She jumped as she squeezed it and water shot out of its mouth and right in your face.

“Sorry,” she squeaked. You laughed and wiped your face off.

“I needed to wash my face anyway. Thanks for the help.”

You massaged shampoo in Aya’s scalp and hummed lightly as you cleaned her scalp. She seemed content enough. She quietly gave the toys voices and acted out little scenes with them. After a few washes you put in a deep conditioner and joined in on the little game she was playing with the rubber duckies. She laughed as you acted out comedic scenes with the ducks.

After her bath, she sat in her pajamas, and you put on a movie as you set upon doing her hair. It turned into something close to a sleepover as you wound up painting her fingernails and toenails with a pretty pink nail polish. When you put her to bed she told you good night, and you went to your room feeling much closer to Aya than in previous days.

That night her nightmare was particularly bad. So bad that soft words wouldn’t calm her down. On pure instinct you sat on the side of her bed and rubbed a hand over her head, feeling the smooth texture of fresh braids under your hand. She sniffled then moved so that she lie partially in your lap.

“Don’t worry. I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you,” you assured. You wound up falling asleep in Aya’s bed. She lie on top of you, head resting on your chest. As usual, you woke first, but you didn’t dare move so you just stared up at the ceiling wondering If this meant she trusted you now. That she would talk to you like she talked to Bucky. You would have been content to stay there all day but you heard the door opening. Despite his naturally soft footsteps, you could hear him move towards the door. He pushed the door open slowly and you looked up to see him with a smile. His cautious expression turned into a grin as he saw you trapped under a sleeping child. You mouthed good morning to him, afraid of waking Aya up. You tried to slide from under her so you could go hug your husband, but your movement woke her up. She blinked up at you curiously, if not a little annoyed, then her gaze slid over to see Bucky at the door. Her eyes lost their hazy sleepy quality and she began scrambling out of bed.

“Bucky!” she squealed. She ran right into his arms, and you were both a little stunned, but he opened his arms anyway and hugged her.

“Good morning, Aya,” Bucky spoke warmly squatting down to talk to her at her height.

“You’re back!” she exclaimed.

“Yep, did you have fun with Y/N?”

She nodded, her big eyes still trained on him.

“Did Y/N do your hair too?”

She nodded again.

“Well, you look very pretty.”

She smiled then looked back at you with that same smile as if she were unsure what to do now.

“Come on, let’s brush our teeth A,” you prompted, getting out of her bed and walking towards her and Bucky. You held out your hand for her to take and she took it easily enough. After the two of you were freshened up, you sat in the kitchen with Bucky while he made breakfast. This was usually the time where he’d tell you about the mission, instead, he talked about how Steve fell getting on to the jet. He was laughing too hard to properly tell the story but from what you could understand it seemed pretty funny. Aya smiled at him, mostly because his laugh was funny. She had no idea who Steve was, or why it was so funny that he fell.

“You’ll meet him one day,” Bucky assured her at the end of his story, “He’s kind of eager to meet you.”

“Me?” she asked in her quiet voice.

“Yeah. You’re the latest addition to the family. Lots of people are excited to meet you.”

“Family…” she repeated, voice trailing off into silence. She was quiet again, thinking. She thought an awful lot for a child her age. She always had this pensive worrying look on her face. There wasn’t much to be done about it, so you carried on the conversation.

That evening she sat between the two of you and watched The Lion King. You mentioned to her that Beyonce would be in the live action version and she looked at you confusedly. It dawned on you that this child had no concept of who Beyonce is. To rectify that you spent the rest of the evening playing all of her music videos on the TV. As you danced to the music she got up and jumped around with you. Bucky laughed when you performed all of the choreography to single ladies, while Aya tried to mirror your movements.

“Don’t worry, A. We’ll get it,” you assured, breathing heavily after your performance.

“No one believes me when I tell them you know all of Beyonce’s choreography.”

“They better. If this Avengers thing doesn’t work out, I’m leaving you and joining Beyonce’s dancers.”

“I understand,” he nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

When you put Aya to bed for the night she called out before the two of you could walk away. You turned curiously, sitting on the edge of her bed as you waited for her to continued thinking. She looked bashful, yet hopefully.

“Can I call you… mom and dad?” she looked at the both of you. You were silent only because the lump of pure emotion in your throat choked off any words you might have used to respond to her. Instead, you took in a deep breath and tried to keep from crying.

“Of course you can. We already think of you as our daughter.” Bucky assured. You nodded your assent, still unable to speak. You kissed her face in an emotional frenzy to show her how much you already loved her.

“Good night,” she grinned and sunk deeper into bed.

“Good night, Aya,” Bucky bid, as he pulled you out of the room with you. He turned off the light and closed the door before grabbing you in a tight hug. You felt his tears soak into your shirt. You thought for sure you’d be the first one to cry, but Bucky beat you to it.

“We’re parents,” he whispered excitedly as he let you out of the hug but still held you at arm’s length.

“Yeah,” you nodded, no longer fighting the urge to cry, but instead choosing to accept your fate. You might have been content without a child. You would have found happiness and fulfillment, not only in your marriage but in life in general. But, you never would have felt like this or experienced the rush of hormones that this child invoked, spurred on by millennia of evolution. You wondered if every mother got this feeling, when they knew they weren’t just a woman, you weren’t just your parents’ daughter or your husband’s wife. You were a mother. You were a guardian of a young life, the cultivator of an entire future. You thought about the way you regarded your mother, in the brief time in which you knew her, and the way her loss still ached. It ached like mended bones do during the cold or just before bad weather. It was almost arthritic. You thought of what that love felt like for a daughter, and tried to fathom how Aya might feel about you.


Aya ran around the house, running from Bucky as he pretended to be a giant who feasted on humans. You laughed quietly at the two of them. They wore semi-formal attire. The Avengers were holding something of a birthday party for Aya. Tony figured out her birthday and how old she was, when he found her birth certificate. She’d lived with you for nearly a whole year. Aya was miles away from the girl she was when she first came to you. Her nights were still plagued with nightmares, but they weren’t as frequent. She was eager to play now, and she took to trotting around the house like she owned the place. If you asked Bucky, he’d probably tell you she did. It didn’t take long for Aya to get him wrapped around her little finger. More often than not, you were the authority of the house.

“Mama!” she shrieked. You turned at her call to see that Bucky caught her, and was now tickling her sides. You couldn’t help but laugh at the playful growls, split up by laughs, that Bucky made to really sell the whole aggressive giant bit.

“Help Mama!” she laughed. With that, you moved away from your task of boxing her birthday cake, and went to help her.

“Begone foul beast,” you cried out tackling Bucky to the side, “run Aya.”

Aya scrambled up and disappeared into her room. You watched her go, foolishly becoming distracted. Bucky took the opportunity to tickle you.

“Stop it, Bucky,” you tried to be serious, but you easily devolved into manic sounding laughter and little shrieks.

“I’ll save you, mama!” Aya declared as she ran back into the living room with her foam sword, and plastic shield. She twirled the sword in her hand- a move she learned from Thor when he visited- then with a jump and a fearsome battlecry she brought the foam sword down across Bucky’s shoulder. He pitched backwards, making a grand show of dying. As he lie on his back on the floor he let his tongue lull out of his mouth. You couldn’t help but to chuckle at the theatrics.

“Thank you, brave Aya the Magnificent.”

“You’re welcome,” she grinned, hopping into your arms, and hugging your torso like a little koala.

Soon enough, you left for the birthday party. Aya hid behind your leg, or Bucky’s. Sometimes she even ventured over to Steve. Even though it was just the team, and Scott’s daughter Cassie, it was more people than Aya was used to interacting with at once. Luckily, the avengers didn’t force interaction upon her. They kept up conversation between themselves. When all the adults seemed otherwise absorbed, Aya looked at Cassie, who was playing with an absolutely hideous doll. Cassie noticed Aya staring and waved her over. Aya looked up at you, and you encouraged her to go play.

“It’s okay, we’re right here,” you assured nudging her forward the tiniest bit. Aya slowly made her way over to Cassie, as if she were afraid the other girl might bite. However, after a few minutes of shyness, Aya made a friend. She brought over her shield and sword to show Cassie, and Cassie showed off several more horrendous looking dolls. You remembered Scott saying she had a genuine love for hideous things.

“She seems to be a fit warrior,” Thor remarked watching as Aya showed Cassie how to fight with her sword.

“Yeah, I think it’s helped,” you looked up at him, “you know it gave her a sense of power. Thank you.”

“No need for thanks, my friend,” he smiled, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

After all was said and done, you were pleased with how well she was adjusted. You were proud of her for making a friend, and you encouraged Scott to bring Cassie over for play dates. She clambered into Bucky’s lap after cake with the intent of watching the rest of the party unfold. Eventually she fell asleep in his arms.

When you got home she woke long enough to the usual night time routine. She bathed, brushed her teeth, you put her head up then tucked her right into bed. All seemed well, so you got ready for bed. You fell into a deep dreamless sleep easily. You only woke when you heard voices. Without opening your eyes you listened.

“Can I sleep with you guys?” Aya’s tiny voice implored. You began scooting over to make room. There was no way Bucky was going to tell her no. You wouldn’t have even been able to deny her.

“Come on. Don’t wake up, mama?”

“Mama’s already awake,” you mumbled, Bucky chuckled lightly at that as he lifted Aya into the bed between the two of you.

“You wanna talk about it, little bird?” you asked scooting closer to her so you could hold her close.

“…I dreamed that… that you were gone. That I was lost and I couldn’t find you,” she whispered, “then the bad men came… and they said I’d never see you again,” she began to cry, and you held her tighter in your protective embrace.

“As long as I live, I’ll never let anything happen to you,” you promised, before pressing kisses to her plump little cheeks.

“You’re safe with us,” Bucky assured. It was true. This was your family. After years of turmoil and pain, you finally had a family.

The End!!!!

~Mod Lillian

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Sad (Tattoo Artist!Yoongi)

Plot: #32. “Is that my shirt?” + #35. “Please come home, I miss you.” + #64. “You’re too good for this world.” with tattoo artist!Yoongi as a father

Word Count: 593

A/N: so thank you to everyone who participated in the drabble game it was so much fun and I have some really exciting new prompts to write with, this one wasn’t requested but I was really in a father!BTS mood and then I saw these prompts and I had to do it so the links for this are a hint of tattoo artist!Yoongi (here) and father!Yoongi (all of the father related posts are here)

There was next to nothing in this world that Yoongi found as cute as your daughter. She was able to make him smile faster than anything else, she was able to make him laugh just by making a funny face at him, she could instantly make his day better by smiling at him. He could never say no, which was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. He had always been the tough macho man with a quick wit but around his daughter, he was nothing but coos and smiles that left his cheeks sore.

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39.... Fangs.... 😈

anon, I love you for sending me this. I had a lot of fun with it!

I think we should have a sleepover.

You went out on a date with Fangs Fogarty. Finally. After talking to him for a while but not having the chance to actually go out, your schedules finally meshed and he was able to organize a dinner date with you.

He was supposed to pick you up at 7:30, but showed up about 15 minutes early. He had a big bouquet of flowers in his hand, which you reached for, but he pulled them back out of your reach. “Ah, ah hermosa. These are for your mother.” You smirked at him and he moved closer to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. He would be that guy, wouldn’t he?

Truth is, he absolutely was that guy. He was the guy all the mothers loved. His friends’ mothers always baked for him, or cooked his favorite meals, whenever he came to visit. He was a mama’s boy himself, so it must have come naturally.

After you led him into the house and introduced him to the woman in question, she hugged him and he presented her with the flowers. She lifted the blooms to her nose and took in the delightfully floral scent, her eyes closing and a smile spreading across her face. 

“I won’t wait up for you,” she said, speaking to you but looking at Fangs. She winked at him. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” she added, in a cheerful sing-song voice, ushering the two of you out the door.

He had chosen a microbrewery in the developing part of town for your dinner spot. They had circular tables and booths that wrapped around them which made for a really comfortable atmosphere, combined with the warm-hued color scheme and lantern type centerpieces. The two of you ate and talked and laughed and drank for so long you had lost track of time. You had begun migrating closer to one another without even realizing it and before long you were close enough that your thighs touched on accident.

You looked up, startled by the proximity of his solid muscles. Your eyes shot up to his and he just smiled, clearly amused by your reaction and not bothered one bit by the closeness. He placed a large hand on your thigh and squeezed as if to reassure you.

A band had started playing closer to the bar. There was bluesy music filtering all throughout the place and it fit the atmosphere perfectly. Before the night was over, he had asked you to dance, which you did, and you were absolutely certain in that moment that you did not want this night to end. He kissed you deeply on the dance floor, and you couldn’t help but want more from him.

You left the restaurant and on the walk to the car, which was a few blocks away, you took a chance. “Fangs?” you started, “I think we should have a sleepover, if you’re up for it?”

He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Your skin became flushed with embarrassment. Your mind was spiraling with thoughts like maybe he didn’t have as much fun as I did and maybe he doesn’t want me that way, but when he turned to you, you knew. He pulled on the hand he was holding, directing you toward the vehicle. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I need you to be sure, hermosa.”

“I’m sure,” you replied, relieved that he seemed to be just as affected by you as you were by him. “I don’t want the night to be over. I want more.”

He opened the car door for you and before you got in, he pressed a heated kiss to your lips, his tongue darting out to taste you. Your lips opened, granting him entrance, and the searing kiss he left you with was simply a promise of what was to come.

He walked to the other side of the vehicle and got in, the sexual tension in the small space almost palpable. You ended up heading back to his apartment, where you shot your mom a quick text telling her you’d be home sometime in the morning and not to worry. 

He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from a cabinet in his kitchen and two glasses. He poured you both a few fingers of the amber liquid and you sipped slowly, enjoying the burn. After a while, you ended up placing your drinks on the table. 

His fingers found their way into your hair, and his lips found their way to yours. Your legs found their way around his own, and your bodies found their way to his bed. 

It was a very good sleepover.

Little Brat

Overall Summary: You are the oldest of the Durins and you live your life happily until the day Smaug attacks. That is when you lost the trust of your little brother, Thorin.

Chapter Summary: A prologue depicting your life with Thorin, Frerin, and Dis before it all went to shit.

A/n: Oh look, another series that I probably should not be starting due to the fact that I have four other unfinished ones lmfao. Let me know what y’all think. Also TA stands for Third Age followed by the year. 

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World in Our Way (Ch 1)

Clarke moves back to town with a little more baggage than she intended.

Chapter 1: Not My Girlfriend

It had been a summer day like any other until Clarke Griffin wandered into his coffeeshop. Bellamy had heard from a few people that Clarke was moving back, but he still was shocked to see her standing there smiling at him, as if no time had passed. Her hair was shorter, and she looked a little more polished than he was used to, wearing shiny boots and a perfectly tailored trench coat, but underneath that she was the same girl he’d known for years, and seeing her again brought more than a few unresolved feelings to the surface.

Raven saw her just after he did and rushed across the cafe to lock her in a hug. Bellamy remained frozen in place until he realized Murphy was nudging him, trying to move by him with a large tray of muffins.

“Move, Blake,” Murphy grumbled, wiping the flour off his forehead with a clean towel. “Go talk to your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Bellamy muttered, but he took off the apron he’d been wearing, asked Echo to cover bar, and stepped to the other side of the counter.

“Ex girlfriend, then,” Murphy called after him far too loudly. That wasn’t correct, either, but Bellamy ignored him and walked over to meet Clarke.

“You look great!” Raven was saying, “I can’t believe you’re finally back, it’s been so long!”

“Three years,” Clarke nodded, and turned to Bellamy. “Hi, Bell.”

He wrapped her up in a hug before he had a chance to think twice. She was real, and she was standing right in from of him. She fit into his embrace like she always had: perfectly.

“I missed you, too,” she whispered into his ear, and he blushed but pulled her closer.

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Wrote a thing. A short(ish), fluffy thing, featuring Clark, Kara, and Alex, inspired by this. (As always, hoping that I’m not stepping on anybody’s toes or anything.)

“She blew out her powers,” Clark explains. His voice cracks, and Jeremiah isn’t sure if it’s from worry or simply due to the boy’s age. “I didn’t even know we could do that.”

“Tell him—tell him what you named it,” Kara wheezes, forcing a smile to her face. It’s strained.

Clark doesn’t say anything right away, looking at his cousin with wide, concerned eyes. He’s never seen her look weak. Or tired. Or hurt.

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Fic Request: oh goodness someone should do a fic when it’s the soul mates au where your soul mates name comes in like a tattoo on your wrist. and lydia obvs gets stile’s name doesn’t know it’s stile’s bc it’s his real name. so she like goes up to stile’s about it and he has a minor freak out.

Rating: T

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Soulmate!AU

Author: dylanhun

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He’s oddly big.

The first time she hugs him she is expecting to wrap him up but she doesn’t.  

There is mass there, unaccounted for.  And so… she slightly revises her opinion of him.

She’d liked him, from the start, been charmed.  And annoyed.

He’s got a goofy grin and pair of dorky glasses and his front teeth look like they’ve been plastered on.  

He’s fake, most of the time, to her.  Always hiding something, always shying away.

But the first time he hugs her, consoling her after her father’s death, he’s gigantic.  He is immovable.  He is her shield.  

She’s felt like she could take him, easy, in a fight.  Felt like he’d be pretty easy to pull down.  Pretty easy to punch down, truth be told.  She’s got her tactics down cold, and he’s an easy target, so she thought.

He stands above her, Oxford-educated and Duke-tall.  He’s not big enough to be pro, but she finally sees: he’s a perfect point-guard.

She’s enamored.  Sure.

He’s got the looks and the height and now she knows he’s got the fuckin weight.

But he looks and he doesn’t see.  

Doesn’t see her.

He catches her stare but doesn’t get it.

Years later.

“I love you.”

“Oh, brother.”  

He missed it.  

He missed the way she said I Love You, too.  

He missed why she said, for so long, No.