and her bright blue eyes

Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir)

Title: Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir)
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel, Adrien/Ladybug
Rating: Teen
Notes: mentions of sex


“Adrien, your photoshoot has been moved.” Gabriel pushes open the door to his son’s bedroom, eyes scanning the tablet in front of him. “Nathalie will send you your new schedule for—”

His gaze flickers up, locking on the blonde sitting on the edge of his bed as well as the red- and black-spotted heroine crouched in front of him. Her hands on his knees, spreading his legs wide, face mere inches from his crotch, her blue eyes are wide with fright. A bright red has stained Adrien’s face, from the tops of his ears to the nape of his neck. Neither make an effort to correct their precarious positions.

There’s a stillness that follows his arrival, and all occupants freeze as they realize the predicament they’ve found themselves in. Gabriel’s mouth drops open, questions he’s not sure he even wants answers to on the tip of his tongue, but he still feels the need to ask.

“Adrien,” he begins, “Why is there a superhero in your room?”

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baby fever [parenthood series #1]

 summary: Bucky wants a baby. || fluff & nsfw || [future]dad!bucky x reader ||

warnings: your heart will grow like the grinch at this sweet content, nsfw, smut, trying for a baby, fear of parenthood, [intentional] unprotected sex, mentions of prenancy, mentions of Steve/Natasha and their baby Sarah

note: I’ve been posting dad!bucky fics here and there, so I decided to make a legit series and stuff about it called ‘Parenthood.’ This series will show everyone how Bucky’s little family was started, and how they progress through milestones and all of that. Here’s the first part called ‘Baby Fever!’ 

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To the last girl who tried to love her,

To the girl who was her first love and her first everything. The girl who took a beautiful flower and stuck it in some journal that she threw in the back of her closet and expected it to be there when she returned. The thing you never took the time to understand is that you can’t exterminate something so beautiful, you cannot simply just snuff out the light of someone so radiant, something that bright and beautiful will grow even in the darkest of places. So for all the times you used the words, ‘I love you,’ to keep her around while you added flowers to your collection and she hopelessly waited until you turned back to her page, and the times you made her think she’d be your favorite bookmark you’d place in every book you read but you left her behind?

Thank You.

She’s stronger now and she’s learning that she is her own source of light, she brings oxygen to the people who felt like there was no air left. 
I’ve never been a fan until now, I’ve always loved the color blue.. they were never JUST blue. But her brown eyes shine so bright, it’s as if someone was holding a light behind them making them radiate in the form of a caramel sunset that never ends. I am going to encourage her to be everything she aspires to be even if that means I cannot be a part of it. I guess that’s the difference between you and me. I will not let my own selfish needs hold someone who has so much potential back. I’d take sleepy facetimes with failed attempts of watching GoT, as she sneaks smiles and glances of me as I fall asleep, over all day communication if it means knowing she’s making personal gains.

Thank you for fucking up, so that I have a chance to get it right ,

But I think you’re catching on now, you are trying to throw out all your flowers in an attempt to get this one back.

But sweetheart didn’t they teach you flowers were meant to bloom not be hidden in the depths of a book you forgot was even there until you’re bored and have nothing left but it to read?

—  She may have been your favorite flower, but someday she will be my favorite book… the one I will never get tired of reading. 

In light of the events of the latest episode, which I’m choosing to ignore, I thought I’d make a list of a few random Clexa facts about their life after Lexa survives the bullet, which is canon of course. So…

  • Clarke loves watching Lexa interact with the Nightbloods. Whether she is training them or teaching them or just listening to them, Clarke loves this side of Lexa, supportive and encouraging and never patronizing or aggressive, not even during the toughest training sessions. She often finds herself wondering if Lexa acts like this with them because she never experienced this type of support and kindness during her upbringing.
  • Lexa could spend hours watching Clarke draw. Eyebrows creased in concentration, tip of her tongue between her teeth, blue eyes shining with a particularly bright spark, she is both the cutest and most fascinating creature Lexa has ever laid eyes on.
  • Lexa is a lightweight. As Heda, even during special occasions or celebrations, she’s been taught that she must always keep her head clear. She almost never indulges in drinking and has never developed a tolerance for it. So when on a freezing winter day Clarke steals a bottle of wine and decides she and Lexa are spending the day in their room, eating and drinking and just relaxing, she finds out that it doesn’t take long for the Commander to get drunk. All flushed cheeks and bubbly laughs and surprisingly inclined to cuddle, she’s never been more adorable. Okay, maybe only when she’s hungover and she’s trying to look like she isn’t.
  • Clarke can’t use a sword for the life of her. She’s just terrible with it. But her aim is good, and she finds she is pretty good with a bow and arrow. After some time spent perfecting her skills, Lexa tells her even Anya would be impressed.
  • Lexa trains hard and often to keep her body strong and her reflexes sharp. First time Clarke stops by to watch her train, she finds herself completely enthralled by it. The elegance and fluidity of Lexa’s movements, the toned muscles rippling under the skin… it’s safe to say Clarke discovers a new turn-on. From that day on, whenever Lexa comes back from training, Clarke jumps on her and ravages her.
  • Clarke loves tracing Lexa’s tattoos and scars (yes she has scars) and asks the story behind each of them. Some reveal funny stories of a stubborn young Lexa climbing on a far-too-high tree just to impress Costia, and miserably falling from it. “Her laugh was worth the pain, though.” Others reveal sorrow of a young girl forced to fight and kill the kids she’d grown up with and considered brothers and sisters. Lexa doesn’t cry when she talks about her Conclave. Clarke wonders if it’s because she already spilled all the tears she had for them years ago.
  • Costia is a different story. Even if not an open wound anymore, even if Clarke knows Lexa loves her, she also knows the pain over Costia’s death will always be a part of Lexa. But she doesn’t want that to obscure any other memory of someone that was so important to Lexa. So, Clarke asks her stories about Costia. She makes Lexa talk about her, what she was like, how they met, the way her laughter sounded. She does her best to cleanse Costia’s memory for Lexa, so she can think about her and remember something other than pain and sadness.
  • Lexa doesn’t remember her parents. When she describes her family, she talks about Anya and Gustus.
  • Clarke cries when she talks about her father. Lexa holds her.
  • They both have an obsession for each other’s hands. Clarke loves how lithe and elegant Lexa’s look: how strong they are when she is gripping a sword or handling a weapon, and how delicate and gentle when she is caressing Clarke’s body. Lexa is in awe of how skilled Clarke’s are: how they turn simple lines of charcoal on paper into masterpieces and how they’re capable of healing people and literally bring life. Oh, Lexa loves kissing them a lot.
  • Sometimes they have to separate. Clarke goes back to Arkadia for a while or Lexa has to visit other Clans. They crave each other the whole time. When they’re back together, sex is always a little more desperate and passionate than usual.
  • One time a group of rebel dissidents kidnaps Clarke on her way back to Polis to use her as leverage against Lexa. It takes less than three days for Lexa to find her and rescue her. Bloodied and bruised, but alive. Lexa rushes her back to Arkadia so that Abby can heal her. Clarke has never seen Lexa cry like the moment she wakes up, but she is not surprised. She knows this is Lexa’s worst nightmare, she knows she can’t bear to lose her like she lost Costia. She knows, because she felt the same when a bullet meant for her almost killed Lexa.
  • They sleep wrapped around each other. Clarke rests her head on Lexa’s chest, finding comfort in the steady sound of her heartbeat, and Lexa holds her close with an arm.
  • They’re happy.

Makeup Marichat May, Day 11. Age-up Marinette!

Title: Change
Word Count: 1,934

It’d been a while since he really saw her last. After they’d gone off to university, he’d had a hectic schedule that didn’t allow him much time to socialize with his friends from middle school or high school. Plus, with Nino away in Spain, and Alya’s web journalism internship they hardly had a chance to all get together.

Seeing her now, sitting on her balcony quietly consumed in sketching, Chat Noir was hit with an overwhelming wave of nostalgia.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!
****

“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen

“Write”

With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.
***

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.

***

Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.

***

Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

***
That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms

“Archiekins!”

Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”

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For your prompts thing-- Kara loses her memory of everything including and after becoming Supergirl including her gf Lena (kinda like The Vow, but she gets her memory back??)

She saw it coming—

—bright, green, massive. A shout to move. The thundering of a heart. The, the, the—

She saw it coming.

She’d never paid much attention to human idioms. There were so many, every language and people with their own, garnering wide eyes and blinked shock when she got her idioms mixed up, sometimes even combining them with phrases she’d heard on Krypton. (She’d come to accept that they’d die, those phrases unique to her people. She’d learned that Kal-El couldn’t possibly understand them, never having seen the deep red of her sun or experienced the jokes within the different Guilds, and despite her best efforts to explain, merely smiled kindly and nodded, a faraway look in his eyes—confused and aching for a home he’d never know.)

No. She’d never paid attention to human phrases. It seemed moot, for the most part. Krypton would die with her, and bumbling through her idioms as Alex patiently listened without understanding felt a little bit like she was keeping something of her home planet alive.

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I sometimes like to imagine Vader meeting Leia on the Tantive IV and wondering why in the hell she seems so familiar. He’s heard of her, sure, but since Vader is not always directly involved in politics he’s never seen her before and she’s just so young. But it’s not just that, there’s something else…

I think it also bothers Vader that she is completely unbothered by him. Vader is probably used to getting the upper hand on people purely based on his appearance - especially when you consider his suit, his height, and his modulated voice - but Leia is completely unfazed. She openly defies him, she lies to his face, and she’s smug about it, too. And yet, despite all the setbacks and confusion, Vader cannot for the life of him put a finger on why she bothers him so much.

Maybe it’s the way she talks to him, or her lack of fear, or maybe it’s the youthful veracity that tinges her every dissentful remark.

Once Leia escapes the Death Star, though, Vader finds himself preoccupied with the origins of another - a certain Luke Skywalker. Not only is he the pilot credited with destroying the superweapon, but he bears the same name as him, as well as the same tutor: Obi Wan.

Vader thinks nothing of Leia, at least not until his confrontation with Luke on the second Death Star. Luke’s origins are almost a no-brainer. Once he learns of the rebel’s surname, it’s only a matter of time before he confirms that the boy was his… but there was no mention of a sister. After all, Leia was an Organa - he always knew that. Regardless of whether he followed galactic politics or not, Bail Organa had been a contemporary of Padmé’s, and royals have kids all the time, right? There was no reason for him, or anyone else for that matter, to think otherwise. But suddenly, Leia makes sense to him now. 

She looks like Padmé. She has her eyes, her hair, her same penchant for politics - but she’s not actually like her at all. She looks like her mother, yes, but she takes after him. She is as passionate and personable as Padmé, but she is fueled by the same fearless ferocity as Anakin. He sees Padmé, but all Vader can sense is himself - but a better self, an old self he left behind long, long ago. And in his son, he sees his older visage - the same youthful face framed by blonde hair, those bright blue eyes - but he senses Padmé. Luke has her kindness, her compassion, and her unending patience when it comes to others and seeing the good in them. Leia is tempestuous and argumentative, and just as impatient with the galaxy as Anakin was with the Jedi Council. 

She has Padmé’s eyes, yes, but she is also every bit of Anakin, yet a far better version of himself than he could ever possibly be.

“Sorry. Too much too soon?” The blonde pulls away and Lena sighs in gratitude for the space, however small. She looks up and sees bright blue eyes looking back at her with what seemed like worry. She bites her lip.

“No. Just…” Lena sighs again. “Caught me by surprise is all.” Kara nods thoughtfully but she doesn’t retract her arms around Lena, instead keeps them there. Lena looks down and manages an eyeful of Kara’s lips because of their proximity, and gazing lower gives her a view of the woman’s chest. She huffs lightly and chooses to close her eyes.

based from this cuddly au by potstickers

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Malia Tate x EvolvedWolf!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, girl on girl action yay!
Word count: 1 115

Tags: @peacefullytatted01


You’ve never had a problem with running mile after mile on all fours, but today you felt tired, restless. The legs beneath you didn’t carry you as they used to and you had an unsatisfied feeling in the lower region of your body.

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in honor of my favorite boy’s birthday being today, have a fic of a history of jack and shooting stars

also on ao3!

birthday wishes

“Maman,” Jack whispers, tugging hard on the hem of his Alicia’s skirt. She is standing in the kitchen, a spatula in one hand a tub of Betty Crocker chocolate icing in another. “Les gens sont ici.”

“Oui, mon petit étoile,” his mother says, finishing the cake with one last streak of icing across the side. She steps back and takes a look, sighing when she sees how lopsided it is from this angle. She reaches down and lifts Jack up, setting her on her hip. He’s definitely boarding on too old for this; Jack’s turning 6 today, and has never been, well… a slender boy, to say the least.

But Alicia loves her son, so whenever he tugs on her skirt and calls her name, she picks him up and lets him rest his head on her chest. She remembers how her mother used to do it for her, and just how comforting it had been. She can’t imagine the day she stops allowing this for Jack.

“Où est papa?” Jack asks, his breath warm on her neck.

“He will be back soon,” Alicia says, slipping back into English. “Do you want to go say hi to your friends?”

Jack furrows his brow and looks down at where his hand is fisted in the fabric of Alicia’s shirt. He nods his head, slowly, like he’s not quite sure.

“Hey, mon petit étoile. You listen to me,” she says, leaning back so she can look into her son’s eyes– bright blue, a mirror image of her own. “Papa and I love you very much. And so do all your friends, and your family, and everyone here. It’s your big day, Jack. Now go on. I will be out in a minute.”

Jack, placated by Alicia’s promise to follow him out, nods once before climbing down and running through the kitchen doors to the living room.

The party goes over well. Bob gets home a few minutes later with a brand new pair of hockey skates in tow– they one present Jack had asked for. His friends from school are all nice, and Jack spends plenty of time with them, but Alicia can’t help but notice how, even now, Jack seems a bit like the odd one out.

The kids’ parents come to pick them up, and by 7 it’s just Jack, Alicia and Bob, sitting together in the living room, the windows left open to let in the cool august night breeze. Jack sits between them, two action figures Alicia doesn’t recognize clutched in his hands. Jack is talking quietly to himself and acting out the roles. He’s is a warm and comforting weight against her side, and when Alicia catches her husband’s eye over their son’s head, the smile she gets in return is blinding. The warmth spreads through her, blooming in her chest and reaching all the way to her fingers and toes.

It’s when they’re putting Jack to bed a few hours later, Alicia with a storybook in hand and Bob pulling back the covers, that Jack gasps, jumping out of bed. He runs to the window and throws back the curtains.

“Maman! Papa! Regardez!” Jack shouts, pointing out the window. Both Alicia and Bob move next to their son, and only when following the direction of Jack’s hand does Alicia see the shooting star, gliding across the sky.

“Mon petite étoile,” Alicia whispers into Jack’s hair, kissing him there. “Did you know that if you make a wish when you see one of those, it will come true?”

Jack gaped at Alicia, his eyes wide. “Really?”

“Really,” Bob chimed in, his voice bright with laughter and affection. “Go on, then. Make your wish.”

Jack nodded at his parents and turned towards the window, closing his eyes and scrunching up his nose, and whispered his wish under his breath.

Climbing back into bed, Alicia asked, “What did you wish for?”

Jack giggled, “If I tell you it won’t come true, Maman!”

“Alright,” Alicia smiled, smoothing back her son’s hair. She leaned down and kissed his forehead once, then the tip of his nose. “Goodnight, birthday boy.”


On Jack’s 12th birthday he is alone in his room, the clock slowly ticking away till’ morning. He hasn’t been able to sleep once yet, dreading the day of classmates and family and hockey-family and… everything.

He sees a shooting star.

He wishes for quiet.


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Just To Make Her Jealous (stenbrough)

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YA GIRLS BACK W/ SOME ANGST (with a happy ending!)

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“I n-need you.” Bill says. “Date m-me.”

Stan can’t believe it. Finally. “Yeah. Yes. Please.” He’s picked up on his signals, the touches, the small gestures. He goes to reach out for Bill, his friend, someone he’s loved since he could define the term.

“I want t-to make B-B-Bev jealous.”

His yearning for Bill’s touch falters, his heart pounds. Beverly. Her. Not me.

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The day my heart stopped forever

It was inevitable, but that doesn’t make it any less heartbreaking

She lost a child. One of the only children she will ever have. She watched his blood rain from the sky and the ice shatter as he hit the ground and sank into the water. And now she’ll have to use her other two children to fight him while he is ridden by something pure evil.

Im not prepared to see her face when that happens.
When she sees Viserion, her dead child, with those bright, blue, souless eyes. Mounted by The Night King.
When she realises her own child is being used to destory the world she means to change.

Game or Thrones, why
💔💔

She does not walk
no, she crawls back to me  
again on both knees.  
She balances her apologies
on her teeth and  
bares them up into a smile,
eyes bright and blue and bountiful
and boring into mine.
I want it all back, she says, 
I want it all back and I want
to try again.
I tell her that I am not a thing
she can throw away  
just to beg for later, not a  
pacifier for a haughty child or
the stuffed animal
that used to sleep by her side.
I am not your comfort anymore, I say.
I am skin and bones and veins and blood.
I am terrific triumphs and miserable mistakes.
I am my mother’s teary eyes
and my father’s clenched fist
but the difference between
her and I
is that I didn’t blame her  
for the uglier parts of me.
And I didn’t think that  
the rougher edges of her silhouette
were ugly at all.
But she mistook my shadow for a stain
and called me dirty
for the darker parts of myself
that I tried to leave behind me.
I told her that I would never have done this to her.
I told her I would have never expected her to
be the sun, luminous and lustrous,  
when I knew she was only human
with a shadow like mine.
She turns her eyes away and her lips shake
as she says to me
that our shadows were never the same,
that hers was so much darker, and
that she never blamed me for anything
other than turning on the light.
—  COUNTING SHADOWS
Take It In, Feel It All and Hold It

So, as a few of you know, it was my birthday yesterday! So I wanted to write some lafluff for me from me!! :D 

And of course, I wanted to share bc who am I to not share Lafluff. 

It’s like 3k so read under the cut :) 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


There’s humming.

The young mother hums gently late at night, soft singing leaving her mouth and whispering comfort words in between to the small bundle in her arms.

Her son hiccups, his initial crying fading away and leaving behind only quiet sniffles and the occasional whimper. The brunette smiles to herself, patting herself in the back for avoiding a late night crisis with her youngest child.

“There we go, sunshine,” she whispers under her breath, dropping a quick kiss on her son’s head as the baby nuzzles his face closer to the crook of her neck, “Thunder scared you, huh?”

The baby just whimpers, hiding himself further down in his mama’s protection. Mrs. McClain could still hear the rain raging outside the living room’s window and she hopes it doesn’t wake up the rest of the household.

It takes her about ten minutes to realize that her son is not going back to sleep anytime soon, and while she knows the decision she’s about to make will probably come back to bite her in the butt next morning, she shrugs and bounces the baby in her arms to catch his attention.

“Alright, buddy, seems like a long night for us,” she declares tiredly but her blue eyes are bright and playful, her smile only growing when her son’s eyes, so familiar to her own, look up at her with innocent curiosity, “How about we dance?”

Her son blinks, a small hiccup making him jump in surprise and getting his mama to giggle warmly as she wipes away the tear tracks on his chubby tanned cheeks.

“Taking that as a yes.” She shrugs, readjusting her baby in her arms one more time before she starts moving around the room, her dancing falling into gentle steps as she starts over her humming.

It doesn’t take much before her son is giggling and squealing in delight, a big toothy smile on his face as he looks down and sees her feet moving around gracefully.

Mrs. McClain smiles fondly when her son beams at her and pushes her cheeks together, babbling something that is still incoherent in her ears but she still nods approvingly for his sake.

“Yeah, that’s right, Lance! This is called dancing,” she praises gently, kissing her son’s cheek lovingly, “Do you enjoy dancing?”

A giggle followed by a soft excited pat in her nose answers her.

“Taking that as a yes.”


Blue eyes stare in awe as the form of his mama and older brother move around the living room.

The furniture had been pushed away earlier, giving the pair more space to practice, and that’s where Lance sits right now, on the top of the couch on the corner, eyes shining with excitement as he follows their moves.

His mama is currently laughing, her head shaking in disbelief at the tactics of her oldest son as the fifteen years old tries to dip her back dramatically. Mrs. McClain just slaps him playfully in the arm before tugging him back to the proper posture.

Strong arms suddenly grab him by the armpits, lifting him up in the air. “Dirty feet off the couch, champ.”

Lance tips his head back to see his papa’s amused face and Mr. McClain arches an eyebrow at him. “Grandma will go nuts if she sees even a dirty spot on her ancient couch, you know.”

The five years old smiles sheepishly, hands covering his mouth as soon as his papa drops him back to the ground carefully. “Sorry, papa.”

“It’s okay, bud, at least you had socks on.” He reassurances, ruffling his light brown hair roughly and offering a smile before he nods to the pair in the middle of the living room, “So, what’s happening here?”

“Mama and Tony are dancing!” Lance announces excitedly, raising his arm to point at the pair as he tugs at his papa’s jeans, “Mama is so pretty, papa! Look how she moves; she’s like a princess, or a fairy or -”

“A queen?”

Lance beams. “Yeah! Yeah, like a queen!” He exclaims happily before turning back to the scene in front of them, smile wide and giddly.

Mr. McClain hums to himself, grinning knowingly as he sees the way his son stares at the still dancing pair.

“Do you wanna try it out, Lance?”

Lance blinks at him, eyes narrowed in confusion and making the adult to chuckle.

“Dancing, son. Do you wanna dance with me?”

“I dunno how, papa.” Lance bites his lower lip unsure, looking up at his dad nervously but the adult just smiles softly at his son and holds out both of his hands towards the child.

“It’s okay, son,” he comforts gently, “Just take my hands, I got you.”

And just like that, Lance’s face breaks into a bright smile.

Small feet cover his own two feet, his dark socks making a fun contrast with his son’s neon blue ones and Mr. McClain starts swinging them gently, his big hands wrapped tightly around his son’s to keep him up.

The comparison between his hands and his son’s small ones is comforting and yet scary. It reminds him how small his son is, how precious he is and how much he wants to protect him from everything that could harm him.

But he can’t. There’s a world out there behind their door and Mr. McClain knows his son will have to face it sooner or later. He just hopes he’s able to teach him everything he may need to know, everything that will make his journey easier.

A loud laugh shakes him out of his thoughts and he looks down, catching his son’s bright blue eyes looking up at him with a blinding smile. Mr. McClain allows himself to drop his shoulders, tension leaving him as he smiles back.

There will be time to teach Lance all he may need to know.

“Okay, now, you are going to lead, ready -? Woah, hold up - Ow- Careful with your heel, son -”

For now, he teaches his son how to dance.

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forget it

Originally posted by pikamikey

word count: 2.6k

requested: yes ;) I have no idea if this is what you wanted by hope you like it anyways

warnings: mature language & angst I guess

summary: you’re best friends with the boys and secretly in love with Ashton but when he gets a girlfriend, any hope of him liking you disappears.

a/n: this could’ve been longer but honestly it was long enough tbf & this feels kind of rushed but that might just be me


“She’s so rude.” Luke complained, his body hunched forward as the four of you sat on the couch. You were trapped between Calum and Michael as Luke sat on an armchair opposite you. 

“I still haven’t met her.” you sighed, resting your head on Michael’s shoulder, wallowing in self-misery. It was no secret that you were completely infatuated with the curly haired boy and it seemed like he felt the same until he brought home a girl called Lola, his new girlfriend. 

“Consider yourself lucky.” Calum huffed from beside you, rolling his eyes back before relaxing into the worn couch. You let out a sigh, your heart pounding in anticipation as you awaited the return of the hazel-eyed boy and his girlfriend. 

Ashton had wanted to introduce you to her for a while now but you could never bring yourself to actually meet her, which was only made worse when the boys told you she was a horrible human being. 

Your heart ached at the thought. Ashton deserved someone kind and wholehearted even if that person wasn’t you. But according to the boys, he was smitten with the blonde haired girl. 

“What time are they coming back?” you asked, your head still resting on Michael’s shoulder as you both lied back, your back hitting the old leather couch. 

“Any second now,” Luke huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m still surprised he even has a girlfriend, especially after everything he said about you.” 

Your eyebrows raised at Luke’s words, confused as to what he was talking about. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“He always talked about you, he was so captivated with you. So him bringing home a girl that wasn’t you is surprising, to say the least.” Calum answered, glancing over at you briefly as he spoke. 

Your heart sank at his words, you’d always had your suspicions but it seemed he’d moved on and there was nothing more you could do. 

The door slam echoed through the apartment and your heart was beating out of your chest. Michael wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him almost as if he could sense the anxiety that was taking over you.

Luke looked up at you with sympathetic eyes which quickly turned hard as he heard a girly giggle fill the apartment. Your whole body tensed and Michael was quick to notice, rubbing small patterns on your clothed skin in hopes to ease you. 

“Hey, anyone home?” Ashton’s voice boomed out as you shrunk into Michael’s torso but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“In here.” Calum replied, a bite to his words as his jaw clenched. 

Ashton entered the room a few moments later, his hands intertwined with a short, pretty blonde girl. His eyes scanned the room, his face breaking out into a grin which quickly disappeared when he saw you cuddling tightly into Michael. 

“Y/N! I’ve been meaning to introduce you to Lola,” he started, glancing back to his girlfriend, “Lola, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Lola.” 

You sent her a warm smile, hoping she wasn’t nearly as bad as the boys made her out to be but the raised eyebrows and eye roll made it clear enough. But Ashton was too focused looking at you to notice her action. 

The room was filled with silence, Lola clinging on to Ashton as he looked her his jaw still slightly clenched.

“So, what do you guys want to do?” you said, breaking the silence. Everyone’s heads snapped to you as you sat there, an awkward smile resting on your face. 

“I was thinking pizza and movies, like before.” Michael smiled, glancing around the room, earning nods from the two other seated boys. 

“Actually, Ashton and I were going to head back to my place.” Lola chirped, her eyes burning into you. You suddenly felt incredibly insecure, you’re sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt whilst she stood tall, a mini skirt adorning her figure. 

“But we just got here babe.” Ashton said sadly, his eyes meeting her bright blue ones. Your heart sinking even further at the pet name. 

“And now we’re leaving. Let’s go.” she smirked, her eyes traveling around the room, shooting dirty looks at you and the rest of the boys. 

Ashton smiled sadly at you, ignoring the rest of the boys’ grimacing faces. You smiled at him, your eyes full of sympathy as the girl tugged at his bicep once again. 

“I guess I’ll talk to you guys later then.” Ashton waved, being pulled from the room before you could even say goodbye. 

Silence took over the room once again, only interrupted by the loud door slam that followed their exit. Your eyes met Luke’s, his baby blue eyes now a shade darker than usual. 

“What a bitch.” Calum huffed, making a giggle escape you which made the rest of the boys lighten up a little. 

“And here I was, thinking Michael was the bitchiest girl around.” you huffed with a smirk, the two boys erupting with laughter as Michael looked down at you with a grimace before rolling his eyes and breaking out into a grin. 

It was a few hours until Ashton arrived home again, alone this time. You were smushed into the couch, pizza boxes and soda surrounding you when Ashton returned home. 

“Hey, I’m home.” Ashton said from the doorway, all eyes finding their way to his lean figure. The boys looked at him with disgust whilst you smiled at him, making a small smile grace his lips. 

“Is she with you?” Calum spat, looking behind him expecting to see the short girl behind him. 

“No, just me.” Ashton stated, walking towards the four of you. The boys reverted their attention back to the TV, South Park gracing the screen. 

You scooted over slightly, making room for Ashton to sit down but instead he took the larger armchair that Luke had resided in earlier that day. 

Michael snaked an arm around you once again and it was then you realized what he’d been trying to do all day. Ashton’s jaw clenched at the sight and his eyes went hard making a smirk play on Michael’s lips. 

Michael leaned down, his warm breath hitting against your ear as he whispered to you, “Let’s make him jealous.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, your eyes trailing down to the floor; desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Ashton. 

Michael’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you even closer into him as you rested your head on his chest, similarly as to how you’d sat earlier that day. Your hand rested on his thigh, Ashton’s lips twitched up almost reminiscing a snarl. 

“Y/N, can I talk to you? In private.” Ashton asked, his tone making it sound like more of a statement than a question. 

“Keep it going, let’s see how far we can go till he breaks.” Michael sniggered in your ear. You couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty, after all, he was your best friend but you couldn’t resist seeing his reaction. 

“After this episode.” you smiled warmly, reverting your attention back to Michael who was staring down at you. A large smirk graced his face and it took everything within you to not laugh. 

Michael leaned down once again, his lips dancing along the outer shell of your ear making you shudder slightly. “Okay, so pretend I’m saying something really funny to make him annoyed.” 

You laughed, mostly because you thought this whole jealousy game was actually quite funny. Michael smiled again before whispering again, which to anyone else would’ve looked flirty. 

“Oh, shit. He’s getting annoyed. Told you he liked you.” Michael whispered playfully making your heart pound as you stole a glance at Ashton who was watching the two of you intently. 

Before you had the chance to respond Ashton stormed over to the two of you, grabbing your forearm before lifting you off the red-haired boy. 

“Episodes over, time to talk.” Ashton said, pulling you from your seat and into the hallway, leaving the rest of the boys grinning on the couch. 

As soon as you reached the hallway, the grip on your wrist loosening but his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. 

“Since when were you and Michael a thing?” he spat, his words laced with venom. 

“Me and Michael?” you laughed flatly, ”Michael and I aren’t anything.” 

His eyebrows raised at your statement, clearly not believing you. 

“Well, you seemed really comfortable back there. Him whispering into your ear and you giggling back at him, didn’t seem like nothing.” he said through gritted teeth, each word coming out more poisonous than the last. 

“What has my love life got to do with you. You have a girlfriend.” you said, sounding angrier than originally intended but you couldn’t help the fire inside of you that came with the thought of the blonde girl. 

“So what? As soon as I get a girlfriend you go crawling to the next boy?” Ashton shouted, waving his hands around in the air. 

“Michael and I are friends. Why do you even care so much? It’s not like we’re dating.” you shouted back, the once peaceful conversation now becoming heated. 

“Ugh, would you stop asking questions.” Ashton said, tugging at the ends of his hair. 

You went silent, watching Ashton as he tried to collect his thoughts, pacing back and forth in the small width of the hallway. You stared down at your shoes, your heart feeling as if it could fall out of your chest. 

“Ash, calm down.” you sighed, looking back up at him to find him clearly stressed and aggravated. 

“Do you know how hard it is to watch you cuddle into him? To watch you giggle at the things he says and to have your hand on his fucking thigh.” he said, his eyes burning into you and you couldn’t help but feel tiny as he towered over you.

“Do you know how hard it is to hear you ramble on about your girlfriend? To hear how captivated you are with her and still have to smile and tell you she sounds great. Because it fucking hurts, Ash.” you finished, tears glossing your eyes. 

Ashton cowered back, his eyes sad as he took in your words. A tear slipped down your face and you shook your head pathetically, wiping your face. 

“I-I didn’t-” Ashton started before cutting himself off, not able to finish his own sentence. 

“Forget it.” you sighed, moping back into the front room; leaving Ashton alone in the hallway. 

The boys had remained on the couch, all of their eyes on you. It was clear from the pitiful smiles that they’d heard everything but you hadn’t expected any less since the two of you were practically screaming at each other. 

Calum held his arms open which you miserably fell into, his chin resting on the top of your head, rubbing small circles into your back. 

You heard Ashton leave, taking a small piece of you with him. 

“What a dick.” Luke spat, making you smile softly at his annoyance. “He gets his dream girl fucking handed to him and he still goes crawling back to some rich bitch.” 

You smiled at him, his temper seeming to burn out as he smiled softly back at you. You let out a huff, as you relaxed into the kiwi boy. 

“I’ll get over it.” you sighed, reverting your attention to the TV knowing full well that it wasn’t that easy. 


It was the very next day you found out that Ashton had broken up with Lola, apparently she’d been cheating or at least that’s what you’d been told. 

The boys had forgiven Ash but you still couldn’t bring yourself to face him despite his constant attempts to contact you, whether that be through texts, calls or face to face. 

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever but you liked to think that you could. It’d been working for a while now but Ashton was trying harder to grab your attention. 

“You’re gonna have to speak to him someday.” Luke sighed, bringing up the subject for the thousandth time since him and Ashton had rekindled their friendship. 

“I prefer to avoid the problem until it goes away. In this instance Ashton is the problem.” you said, sending him a sarcastic smile. His eyes rolled back as he smirked at you. 

“You can’t hide from your problems forever.” he smiled, looking over your shoulder and to the door of the diner which you currently occupied. Your head snapped around to see the curly haired boy glancing around before spotting you. 

You looked across the booth, prepared to scold Luke; only to find him gone. You looked back once again to find him talking to Ashton before sending you a wink and leaving. 

Ashton slowly walked towards your booth as you sunk into your seat in hopes it would swallow you up. Unfortunately, it didn’t and soon you found yourself sitting opposite Ashton, resuming the position that belonged to Luke a few moments before. 

“Hi.” he breathed, his eyes burning into you as you slouched into the seat. You flicked your eyebrows up at him, the straw of your milkshake suddenly becoming interesting. 

“Are you just gonna ignore me?” he groaned, his eyes searching your face for any emotions. 

“That’s the plan.” you smiled, before continuing to fiddle with the straw. 

“What have I got to do to make you forgive me?” he asked, his eyes sad as you finally made eye contact. Your heart yearned to forgive him and tell him you loved him but you wouldn’t allow yourself to. 

“You broke me, Ash. You had a girlfriend but still got jealous, or at least I think that’s what that was. I thought that maybe, just maybe you felt the same way but now I’m just confused.” you sighed. “I loved you and I still do.”

Your eyes were glossy as you sat there, awaiting his speech about how he loves you but only as a friend before proceeding to tell you that he hopes it can go back to the way it was. 

But before he said anything he reached across the table, cupping your hand in his two large ones as you looked up at him with scrunched eyebrows. 

“I love you Y/N. So much.” he smiled sadly, his warmth radiating through you as his hands rubbed against yours. 

“Then why’d you get a girlfriend?” you said, your voice small in hopes he wouldn’t hear the wavering in your speech. 

“Because I thought I didn’t deserve you. I needed a distraction and Lola was perfect,” he said, making you wince slightly at the use of her name. “But she wasn’t you.” 

Your eyes burned into his as a tear threatened to spill but as soon as one did, Ashton was quick to catch it; the pad of his thumb swiping across your cheek. 

“So, you actually like me back?” you sighed, desperate for reassurance despite his confession. He chuckled slightly before speaking once again. 

“I don’t like you, baby girl.” he started, “I love you.” 

Your heart fluttered and you could’ve sworn you nearly threw up. The small smile he sent you almost made you explode and you were puzzled as to how he kept such a nonchalant composure whilst professing his love to somebody. 

“I love you too.” you breathed. 

Ashton leaned over the table and softly pressed his lips against yours making your eyes flutter shut and your heart to pound even harder than before. 

It was a few moments before he pulled back, your lips tingling from the innocent yet meaningful kiss. 

“God, I love you so much. I didn’t even think it was possible.” he muttered, somewhat to himself but it was knowingly directed at you. 

“Can we go home?” you smiled, your eyes soft as they met his dilated ones. 

“Of course, baby.”

3

Whenever you saw Emma and Hook around each other either alone or with a larger group, your mood declined heavily. You could go from an idle conversation with Snow and Hook, to complete silence when Emma showed up. In your mind you couldn’t compare to her ocean blue eyes, lovely blonde locks, and her bright smile that lit up an entire room. No, in your mind you weren’t even on the scale from one to ten compared to Emma Swan.

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Devil Side-Chapter 17

Summary: Bucky asks you for a favor. you reluctantly agree. 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None. emotional affair. 

Word Count: 1176

Slang:
Are you rationed: are you going steady/are you seeing anyone?
Dropped: To kill
Behind the eight ball: In a difficult position, in a tight spot

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The air in the room was stifling, thick and heavy like a duvet pulled too tight over your chest. Kicking it off with haste, legs swinging with a jerk in your irritation, you let out a heavy sigh. Sitting up, you grimace at the sweat stains which have appeared on the blue tank top you had worn, dark marks accumulating in a ‘V’ shape on your chest. “F.R.I.D.A.Y I need the A.C on, please.”

Her reply is instant. “Yes, Miss.”

The cool blast of air which follows eases your ire some. You were beyond tired, your mind had refused to shut off during the night. You had thrashed and groaned until four am when you had finally fallen into a restless sleep.

Bucky had plagued your thoughts during the night. Tumultuous emotions had run through your head at an alarming rate. Fear and anger, love and hate. All had formed a giant lump in your chest. You did not know what to make of Bucky’s confession, nor did you know how to deal with the intense attraction. The sheer rightness which had accompanied the embrace you shared and the heat in his gaze had sent a jolt of electricity up your spine which had left you shaking for hours afterward.

You’re conflicted. Bucky was your first love, the man you had opened your heart to. You’d share your secrets with him. There was nothing he didn’t know about you. Every dark secret, every name on your victim list, every fear you held had been shared with him. It had never occurred to you he would betray the trust you had placed in him. Yet he had, he’d destroyed your faith in love, in him.

But, somehow, he seemed changed. You couldn’t put your finger on the how, and it was driving you nuts.

Rising from the bed and striding toward your wardrobe, you fling open the doors. When a knock sounds at the door, you blink twice before calling, “Come in,” to the person on the other side.

Bucky bursts through, Reyna perched on his hip. His eyes are wild with panic, but Reyna was sucking with a focused contentment on the edge of the blue sweater you’d left in her crib some nights ago.

This squeezes your heart, a warmth spreading in your chest for some unknown reason.

“I need your help,” Bucky says, his words rapid fire, his face breaking out in a slight flush.

Your eyes widen as you drink in his appearance.

The red collared shirt he had worn is done up in a zigzagged pattern, every second button missed. It was wrinkled, and had what looked like a milk stain on his right sleeve. His black jeans had a similar rumple to them, the edges of the hem frayed with walking. His hair looked like it hadn’t seen a brush in a while, and you could have sworn there was a coco puff dangling from a chocolate strand.

“I can see that,” you reply with a hint of amusement. “Did you look in the mirror this morning?”

He groans aloud, as Reyna smacks him in the face with her Unicorn, giggling at her father’s distress. “I know. There was an outbreak of flu at the school, so I decided to keep Reyna here until it passed. I forgot I had a meeting with my therapist so I called her babysitter, but she’s not available.” Bucky babbles, his words running together with the speed of his speech.

You level him with a blank stare.

Reyna tugs at the ends of his hair, he grunts and moves her hand away with a stern, “No.”

Her lower lip trembles, her bright blue eyes welling with unshed tears.

Bucky sighs and places a kiss on her forehead, shushing her with clear tenderness. “It’s okay, baby girl. Not so hard okay?” He chucks her chin and nuzzles her face, diverting his attention back to you.

“Therapist?” you ask, keeping your tone light.

A rosy blush rises in his cheeks, the awkwardness which hangs in the air is acidic. He grins with fake cheerfulness. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, baby doll, but I ain’t all there upstairs.”

The forties slang that passes unbidden from his lips has you swallowing hard. It rarely happened, the one and only time it had was when he asked if you were seeing anyone. “Babydoll are you rationed?”

You had laughed until you cried when he explained. To this day it remained one of your fondest memories. “I’m happy for you Bucky, and proud. How long have you been seeing a therapist?”

He shuffles from one foot to another, his discomfort plain. “I went a week after you left… I could’ve dropped ya, and I didn’t deal with the guilt. Sam dragged me to V.A and set me up with a smart broad. She’s helped a lot.”

You nod, the memory of Bucky’s fist flying toward your face rises unbidden in your head. Your entire body erupts in a shudder, casting your eyes away from him.

“I’m behind the eight ball here, doll.” He’s hesitant, nervousness wafting off of him. “I need a favor”.

You cross your arms over your chest, nodding for him to go on.

He swallows before he looks at you, Reyna fussing in his arm. “Could you look after Reyna for me? Two hours max,” he asks the hopefulness in his voice tugs at your heartstrings. “There’s a great park, not five minutes from here. She loves it. I could meet you there with lunch?”

Your heart stutters, your eyes bouncing between Reyna and Bucky. The hesitation must be written on your face because he interjects before you can answer.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I can’t miss it. I would take her with me, but they don’t have daycare facilities. Please.”

You nod in cautious agreement.

Bucky’s face breaks into a beautiful smile before he hands Reyna to you.

She stares up at you, her wide eyes filled with curiosity. Her pudgy hands reach for your face and you fight the urge to flinch. They rest on your cheeks, and she, too, breaks into a smile, announcing “Ini’orn!”

Bucky sniggers out a laugh, throwing a roguish wink your way. Placing a chaste kiss to Reyna’s forehead, murmuring, “My girl has good taste.”

You blush crimson, holding the baby in your arms as Bucky exits the room. Looking down at her smiling face, you haven’t a single clue what to do with her.

“Uh… hi?” you venture.

She places a fat kiss on your lips and descends into laughter, making a grab for your hair as she does.

You can’t help but laugh with her.

The knowledge you would likely lose your heart to this little girl who sat so perfectly in your arms lies heavy in your stomach.

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