guy and kakashi are sitting on the couch watching tv together. guy hears kakashi whisper “why would someone make this???” and looks over to see kakashi, tears streaming down his face, watching a sad dog video on his phone
1. I wasn’t in love with you anymore, but god, this knocked the wind out of me.
2. You were just here.
3. You were just here.
4. Do you remember? The frozen food pressed to your shoulder, the way you shook with the knowledge of a barely avoided death?
5. My mouth. Yours.
6. I had been struggling with my old poems about you. You know, you were the first one I ever wrote. I had some questions for you, Cleveland. I suppose I don’t have them anymore.
7. It isn’t even seeing you kiss her that’s the problem. It’s that you share a table.
8. Maybe “wife” bothers me, too. I know how that word sounds, coming from you. Remember? Those long drives? Perhaps I still exist as your heart when you hit the road.
9. You still exist as mine when I hit the words.
10. I couldn’t read them aloud anymore, the poems. That old pain. It didn’t exist. We had chased it away with chocolate and cherries. Still, you occupy a shelf in the bright. In the cold .
11. You always have been impossibly careless with my heart. With my new lives, all of them.
12. There’s a Smiths song – if you were reading my texts I would send you it – it goes: and I’m not happy / and I’m not sad. I’m not sad, seeing you happy. She looks as full of light as I used to when you kissed me. I am glad for her. I know what you have to give.
13. It’s the loss of our friendship. More a removal. A reopened scar, from the last time. Remember, how we were friends? We’ve been so good at it. I can’t believe you won’t hear from me now. I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t hear from me, then. You know the words.
14. I just wanted to wish you well. I just. I just wanted to be what I always have been. Yours, in whatever form we decide.
15. Nearly two years since we met and you still find new ways to let me down. I think it impresses me more than it wounds.
16. You told me all about her, remember? We discovered we had both loved ghosts, since the last time you cried on my couch. Do you remember? The things that we allow to haunt us take root in the end. I need to change my sheets.
17. I wonder if I am the ghost now. The woman you never had the courage to keep. Do I haunt you, darling? I can hear your voice saying yes. Feel the reach of your arms as I spin out of them, laughing. Do I echo?
18. You kissed me like you used to, the last time. You will again, the next. You always do.
19. In a poem I never got the chance to read you, I said that you exist suspended in time. In flashes of white sheets. Bathed in orange light on the Golden Gate Bridge. Spinning me around on a cold February evening. One year ago today.
20. One year ago today, you laid next to me. We cried about something that doesn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter then, either.
21. Do you remember the words? Of that last song at what we thought was the last breakfast. You sat me on your knee.
22. Your hands shook as you held me tight. I put my lips to your ear. Do you remember? The words. Say them with me.
23. In my own sick way / I’ll always stay true to you.
Upon Seeing Your New Girlfriend For The First Time. Charlotte Ford.
hours for one stupid mishap. Jensen couldn’t believe his own stupidity. One
minute he was cutting vegetables to make himself dinner, the next the knife
slipped and he’d damn near cut his own thumb off. He knew it would need at
least a few stitches so instead of calling Jared and listening to the teasing
forever, he wrapped it up and drove himself to the hospital where he sat for
five hours before finally getting seen.
was on his way out when he saw you waiting to check in. You didn’t look great; pale,
sweaty, slightly shaky. You took a breath and he saw your eyes roll back. He
knew the look and he sped into action, catching you as you collapsed, stopping
you from hitting the ground. “Can I get some help?” Jensen yelled. “She just
happened?” A group of nurses and a doctor rushed out with a gurney, taking you
from Jensen and lying you down. “Did you bring her in?”
Jensen shook his head. “I was on my way out and I saw her about to faint. I
caught her. I have no idea who she is. She’s burning up though.”
Warning: Graphic hybrid smut. Please don’t read this if you’re not into it because I don’t want to scar you.
Summary: Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.
Note: Ah, okay, so this is my first time ever writing about Hybrids and stuff like that, so please bear with me. The idea came to mind while I was surfing the interwebz, so I just thought I’d write it up. What a thing to be my first post lol, but oh well.. Idgaf. I’m pretty much uneducated on “Dogboys” but I’m giving it my best shot.. HUZZAH!!~
You were driving him insane. The intoxicating scent of you calling out to him, begging for him to mount you and claim you as his own before any other male could get to you. It was hard to fight his natural instincts, but he knew better than to force you into anything and you had told him you didn’t feel well, stating you had ‘cramps’ or something along those lines. But your body was crying out for him to dominate you, your body needed him, he could sense it, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from mounting you whenever he was in your presence. And that was quite a lot.
It was already hard enough not to mount you, so he really couldn’t help his need to follow you around everywhere, his possessive nature having to make sure no other male could get near you, his precious bitch. Just the thought of it made the hair on the back of his neck raise, his hands clench into fists and a snarl appear on his lips, slightly revealing his canines hid beneath.
He was in no mood to be tested today in particular. He could sense you were at your peak of ovulation, which was when it was most hard for him to suppress his feral desires. It was so strange to him how humans were so unaware to what their bodies needed. Couldn’t you sense even a little bit how badly your body was yearning for him? He could only shake his head, perplexed by your utter oblivion.
The first time Damian had a nightmare in front of Dick they were still getting started as Batman and Robin. Dick didn’t hesitate a moment when he heard his little brother’s distress. He slid into bed next to Damian ignoring Tim’s voice in his head chanting how dangerous Damian was and pulled the boy close to him. Because that’s what Damian was. A little boy terrified in the night, and Dick knew exactly what to do. He sung quietly until Damian fell back into a deep restful sleep.
The first time Jason was around Damian during one of the kid’s nightmares was an odd time for them both. Jason had somehow ended up watching him when they both came down with a cold. Damian had fallen asleep on his couch watching some horror movie Bruce would never allow. Jason had no idea what to do at first when Damian started thrashing on the couch. But then the boy cried out for his mother and Jason’s instincts kicked in as he carefully lifted Damian into his arms whispering soothing words, his arms a tight comfort.
Damian’s first nightmare around Tim was completely different. They’d been out fighting together and it had somehow turned into a mid-patrol argument. Out of the blue Tim took a bullet for Damian. Damian who’d been crowing about being a blood son. Damian whose blood didn’t match Tim’s and had to watch as Bruce found someone else to donate. Damian who crawled up next to his brother because his nightmare was losing the family he’d worked so hard to gain. And when Tim woke up, half aware of himself half on painkillers he knew exactly what to do when he found Damian stubbornly pressed against his side. He wrapped an arm around his brother and whispered the words. “It’s ok”
Bruce hadn’t been back but a few weeks when Damian had a nightmare. Grayson had stopped living with them and Damian was at the Manor. Strange and foreign he’d never admit to jumping at shadows in the night. He stood outside his fathers room for a solid half hour before going in. He had no idea what to expect from the man. He’d known distance so far, the opposite of Grayson’s warmth, but there was no one else. So he climbed into Father’s huge bed and perched at the edge. Happy to be close at least. A minute later Father was getting up and Damian had squished his eyes closed against any anger. Instead strong arms picked him up then they were lying together, Damian pressed against his father’s chest, stiff as a board because Father had never done this before. A hand pressed to his hair and Damian realized that his father had done this before. With each of his children. So Damian let himself relax and curl closer to his father who knew exactly what to do to comfort him.
Tony added Wanda, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Bucky, Sam.
Bucky: STOP SENDING ME REJECTION PACKAGES. I DON’T WANT TO DATE YOU
Sam: YOUR LETTER SAID OTHERWISE
Bucky: SHOVE THAT LETTER UP YOUR FUCKING BIRD HOLE, YOU PIGEON-”
Tony: What a pleasant, calm family we are
Bucky: Shut the fuck up Tony. You’re not the one who’s been receiving-
Sam: Bucky check your door, you’ll find something there
DAMN IT SAM I WILL SHOVE THIS FLOWER UP YOUR ASS
Clint: Y'all are talking about shoving things up each other’s asses without me? I thought we were a team
Bucky: I need a break
Tony: We all do, Mother Russia
Bucky: Why in the ever loving fuck am I Mother Russia? I want to be Father Russia
Tony: Because of your hair, Rapunzel
Bucky: EXCUSE ME-
Tony: How about we all go camping?
Clint: Yeah, okay. I’m out
Clint has left the chat.
Bruce: I’m with him.
Bruce has left the chat
Tony: Natasha? Sam?
Natasha: I don’t think I’m in this time Tony
Natasha has left the chat
Tony: ok you all fucking suck
Sam: I don’t mind going camping
Bucky: That means I’m out
Y/N: I’ll join too
Bucky: Well would you look at that!! Nature!! Trees!! Lakes!! My home place!! I’d love to go camping
Sam: smooth ass motherfucker
Tony: Very subtle Barnes
Wanda: May i join in as well?
Tony: Of course! Okay so Sam, Wanda, Y/N, Rapunzel-
Tony: -and myself. Perfect! See you all tomorrow
Tony has removed Wanda, Y/N, Sam, Bucky.
Tony has left the chat.
Bucky didn’t have Steve to rely on to supply ideas on how to ask you out since he was on a mission with Vision, and Tony would just start blasting Christmas music as loudly as possible to block out any of Bucky’s requests.
He had to science this shit out himself.
And by that he meant that he’d Google it.
“Serenade her at the bonfire with an instrument that you can play!” He could feel the vomit rise to his mouth as he turned pink in embarrassment. What the fuck even was this?
“Take her out on a walk, offer her something sweet, like candy-”
“Are these instructions on how to ask a girl out, or how to kidnap her?” Bucky nearly shrieked and punched the person who spoke behind him before realising it was Quail Boy.
“What the hell Sam?” he yelled, shielding his phone away.
“Look man. If you want to ask Y/N out, I’ll help you. But for the love of God, don’t follow the last one. The first one was perfectly acceptable.” He ignored Bucky’s cries of protest as he flung himself over the couch to join him.
“I wasn’t- I-”
“Oh come on. The letter clearly was meant for the postbox next to mine, and I see the way you carried flowers around for her the first time.” Sam scoffed.
“If you knew about the letter then why-”
“Because it’s fun messing around with you. Now, the main business.”
“I don’t know how to play an instrument,” he mumbled, looking down. Fuck it, he had decided, I’ll take all the help I can get.
“Good thing I know how to play, then.”
When Tony meant camping, he didn’t mean out in the wilderness, trees everywhere camping.
Oh no, he meant massive-backyard-of-my-summer-forest-house-camping-where-there-are-no-wild-animals-and-no-dangers camping.
“I was told that camping was not exactly in this kind of an environment.” Wanda stared at the large house ahead of her.
“That’s because it isn’t.” Sam answered, equally weirded out.
“We’re not camping inside the house, God. We’re camping a 1 mile and a half away from it.” Tony huffed, trudging forward, leaving the others to follow.
Sure enough, he led you all through the house and out the back door, not even giving you all enough time to appreciate the interiors, into the thick forest of trees.
A path was made along quite clearly, leading into the thick blanket of trees. The smell of the bark and wet leaves made you smile as you revelled in the feeling of fresh air.
The path took a sudden turn before opening out into a large clearing. The sky was perfectly blue as you could see due to the sufficient lack of trees in this part.
But what gathered the most of your attention was the gorgeous body of water a few hundred metres away from where you were standing. You could see the small movements in the lake as the sun shone off it, reflecting the light in the most beautiful manner,
“Damn,” Sam muttered, everyone either humming an agreement or nodding along.
“I want to build a tent!” Wanda’s accent cut through the silence, making you smile fondly at her excitement.
“Great, you can build mine too while I go check out how my house is doing, then. Thanks, bye!” Tony said quickly before stalking off, leaving you to stare behind him.
“Pepper would have his head if she was here,” you noted making Sam snigger.
“Hey Y/N. Do you want to go check out the lake with me?” Bucky asked, giving a weird look to Sam.
“But what about the tents?” you asked concernedly, not wanting to leave all the work load on them.
“Me and Wanda can do those. You guys go do whatever.” He rolled his eyes at Bucky, sending you a small smile as he beckoned you towards the lake. “Have fun.”
“Come on.” Bucky gently grabbed onto your hand, sending butterflies into your stomach as he tugged you along with him. “I think I saw some boats there. Do you want to go out onto the lake?”
“Do you know how to work a paddle boat?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.
“Well… no,” he admitted. “But it can’t be that hard, right?”
“I think we’ll be able to manage it.”
It took hardly 2 minutes to get the boat out into the water due to the fact that both of you were pretty strong. Just as it hit the water Bucky leapt in, picking up the oars that were on the floor of the boat and handing one to you.
“If we lose our balance, we’re both going to drown to death.”
“Ever the optimistic one, Y/N.” You simply winked at him, making him nearly drop his oar into the water as he rowed it in sync with yours.
He was sitting opposite to you, leaning slightly to the left to balance out the both of you, his back facing the evening sun. His metal arm glittered in the light, a thin sheet of sweat covering his skin, and you could swear that he looked ethereal in that moment as he smiled at you, the focused look on his face leaving for a second.
The water ripples made a calming sound, the only noise in the surrounding other than the occasional grunts Bucky made, making you wish that you had a gallon of holy water to wash out the thoughts in your head.
The small chirps of birds made both of you turn your head every now and then to see if you could spot them. It was serenity at its best, and exactly what you needed after being put on back to back missions in this past week.
A small smile overtook your face as you saw the fishes darting around under the crystal clear water, not staying in one place for more than a few seconds.
As you looked back at Bucky to tell him you were almost at the centre of the lake, you found him already gazing at you with an intense look.
“What’s wrong, Buck?” you inquired, feeling fluttery and nervous at the same time under his expression.
“I- I wanted to say something. Well, a lot of somethings, but right now I can only think of a few and give me a minute, I have a lot to-” His usually calm way of talking was knocked off as he looked incredibly flustered.
You looked at the grip he had on the oar, his knuckles nearly white from his grip. You carefully stood up and crossed over, making sure not to tip the boat over as you made your way to him.
His puppy like stare followed you and it took all that you had not to kiss him right there and then. You sat down next to him, waiting for the boat to stop moving before turning to face him.
“Relax. What happened, James?” The way his name fell so effortlessly from your lips made him weak in the knees. He was a grown, 100 year old man with the mentality of a 12 year old.
“See, the thing is, these few weeks since I-” His words got cut short as his breath hitched at your hand holding his shoulder supportively. He swallowed thickly before forcing himself to continue, trying to get this off his chest as soon as possible.
“What I’m trying to say Y/N, is that I really, really-” he instinctively shifted uncomfortably to the other side, trying to put some space between you both due to how nerve-wracking this was for him.
“Bucky, no! Don’t mo-”
Before you could complete that sentence, air whooshed by your ears before coolness encapsulated you, Bucky’s shriek being the only noise you heard before you were both dunked in water, the boat overturned and floating besides you.
Just as the both of you surfaced, gasping for breath, Bucky contemplated right then and there whether to let himself drown rather than face the reality of another failed mission.
Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark
Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels
Word Count: 1.3K
A/N: Short part, just moving the story along, the next part is the last part! This is unbetad, unedited, In fact, I didn’t even read through it twice because I then tend to overthink it. Sorry about who I am as a person.
Exiting the club had been a blur; too many shots, feelings, and disappoints had you feeling pretty low. All you could think about was Bucky, even as you were being led out of the club by an devilishly handsome billionaire, the boy from Brooklyn was burnt into your brain.
Summary: After finding out your boyfriend is sick, you come to his rescue with a shit ton of snuggles and medicine.
Word Count: 1,310
Warnings: Language, fluff, sick!Tom, phobia of being sick (?), needy!Tom, snuggles beyond this world (lemme tell ya, GEEZ.)
A/N: Guess who’s back, m'friends! I apologize for my sudden “disappearance” lol. School and personal stuff has been really weighing me down. I won’t share the juicy details. For the anon that requested this, I hope I did it justice. :// As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy reading!
Waking up on a bright, sunny Saturday, you jump out of bed with a giddiness in your bones.
Maybe it was because of the weekend… or possibly the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream you have saved for your binge day today.
Either way, you were bubbling with so much happiness that it started to alarm you. Especially since you weren’t one to really express emotions all the time.
However, that was put to a halt when you got a text from your boyfriend, Tom.
22- “choose me”
“mumma!” your three year old daughter, olivia, ran towards you. her little feet making the smallest sounds on the hardwood. you picked her up once she reached you legs, making her “grabby hands” at you.
“when is daddy coming back?” she asked, playing with the plush bear she was holding in her hands. it was her absolute favourite toy, she almost never put it down.
“soon baby, he’ll be home soon.” you sighed, glancing at the stove clock a few feet away.
“soon is a long time.”
shawn, your husband, has been extremely busy in the studio for the past month and a half. he’s been coming home late almost every night and needless to say, you and olivia were getting sick of it.
you felt bad for the three year old in your arms, she loved her father so much. she looked up to him, yet he’s never here for her. and when he is home, it’s too late and she’s already asleep or he’s taking a nap because he was working all night.
olivia cuddled herself closer to you, if that was even possible. a small yawn escaping her lips.
“i think it’s time for bed,” you said, making you way up the stairs with her. “it’s getting late.”
thankfully, she was already wearing her princess pyjamas so you didn’t have to go through the hassle of changing her.
“no!” she tiredly protested as you laid her in her small bed. “i want daddy to come.”
tears started to pool in her hazel eyes, they were exactly like her dad’s. it broke your heart to see her like this, crying over her father. he should be here for her, especially at times like these.
she started to cry into your chest as you rubbed her small back soothingly.
“i know babygirl, i want him here too. but for now you have me, maybe daddy will be here tomorrow night.”
you knew he wasn’t going to be on time tomorrow, at this point you weren’t sure you were going to be here tomorrow.
“you say that every night.” she sniffled. “i want daddy.”
you continued to comfort her as she cried, knowing there was absolutely nothing you could do about this. you missed shawn just as much as she did, but you needed to be strong for your daughter.
eventually she fell asleep, you hated that she basically cried herself to sleep over her father. you were now laying on the couch in the living room, flipping through endless channels on the tv while waiting for shawn.
you weren’t sure why you stayed up waiting for him, at this point it was pointless. but you wanted to spend time with your husband just as much as olivia wanted to spend time with her father.
at about 1am shawn arrived home. by then you had covered yourself in a few blankets and you were half asleep.
“y/n?” shawn whispered, noticing the light coming from the tv in the living room. “what are you still doing up?”
“waiting for you i guess, although i don’t see a point in it anymore. you come home late every day anyways.”
you were both tired, but you knew you were about to breakout into another argument. you kept all your feelings bottled up for so long, he needed to know how you and olivia felt.
“what do you want me to say? it’s my job y/n.” he rolled his eyes. “you know, the thing that lets us have food on the table every night.”!
“i understand shawn, but every single night you come home hours after you’re supposed to! you have a family here, or did you forget about us already?”
you closed your eyes, wanting to escape from this. wanting to go back to before shawn started writing another album, when he actually cared about his family at home.
“of course i didn’t forget, but y/n you know this is my job! i have to write, i have to be away a lot. none of this is new to you.”
“i’m just tired shawn, tired of all this. tired of being the second option all the time.”
he ran his hand through his hair, taking a seat on the opposite chair from you.
“you’re not the second choice y/n and you know it.”
“really?” you asked, sitting up and finally looking him in the eye. “you missed olivia’s birthday party and two of her dance shows, and who was there for her those nights when she cried and cried and cried? definitely not you. you say i’m not second choice, make me believe it.”
“i don’t know what you want me to do! i can’t quit.”
“choose me, shawn.” you finally said, barely audible. “choose me, choose olivia, choose your family over the job for once! olivia cried herself to sleep tonight because she missed you so much, she always asks me when you’re coming home and i’m sick of lying to her.”
tears started to form in your eyes as you played with the wedding band on your left finger. you began to wonder if i was worth staying in this relationship, i mean, you were alone half the time anyways.
the only sound audible in the top was your occasional sniffles, both of you lost in your own thoughts. but your little girl’s footsteps coming down the stairs interrupted you from thinking about the worst.
“mumma? why are you yelling.” she asked, tiredly rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. “is daddy home?” she yawned.
you picked the half asleep toddler up, sitting her on your lap. “yeah he’s home, do you want him to bring you to bed?”
she shook her head, “no i’m mad at daddy.”
you sighed, “okay. i’ll be up in a minute.”
she slid off your lap, making her way back to her room. you let her go, knowing you would be up in a minute.
“i think maybe,” you sighed, sliding the ring off your finger and placing it on the table. “i think we both need some time for now, and you can give this back to me when you get your priorities straight. we can talk about this later, after i put her back to sleep again.”
and with that, you made your way upstairs to tend to your daughter. leaving shawn by himself with your wedding ring, you weren’t sure if you were going to ever put that thing back in your finger.
Well you asked for it. I hope you like part two as much as you all did part one. If you missed part one, you can read itHere. And as always let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more.
When the door slammed and a car had driven away Anne and Gemma cautiously made their way back into the living room, neither of them prepared for what they were about to find. Harry was on the floor in front of the couch where you had left him not ten minutes earlier. His breathing was heavy and laboured, his sobs more like screams. Motherly instinct took over Anne as she slouched down to hold him close. This had been his first proper breakdown since he was a child. She had in fact never seen him this bad. She could never blame you though, this wasn’t your fault. She felt to blame for if it weren’t for her carelessness then he’d still be oblivious and everyone would still be happy.
Her motherly instincts worried for you also as well as her unborn grandchild. She instructed Gemma to find you and make sure you were okay, so off Gemma went in her car trying to catch up to you. After fifteen minutes his breathing returned to some kind of normal rate and his sobs which had filled the room were now far and few between. “I don’t want it..” It was the first time he’d spoken words since she had left. “Don’t want what harry?”
Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
I knew if I wanted to keep the rest of the team from knowing
the awkward drama that was unfolding between half of its members I would have
to keep calm for appearances’ sake while trying the best I could to avoid
Bucky. As we neared the dinner table I took my place between Sam and Steve.
“Not gonna sit with your boyfriend?” Sam asked with a wink.
I sighed internally. I obviously was already off to a bad start. From the
corner of my eye I could see Bucky shift slightly to look at me.
“Why would I do that when you’re here, Sam?” I countered
with a flirty smile. He chuckled into
his beer as he shook his head.
“Better watch out Barnes or I might steal your girl,” Sam
chortled as he raised his eyebrows playfully. I braced myself and looked in
Bucky’s direction. There was no humor in his eyes as he stared unblinkingly at
“Wine?” Tony interrupted – pulling my attention away from
I smiled at him warmly as I nodded my head. He poured a
small amount and was about to leave before I placed my hand gently on his.
“Tony, you might as well top it off,” I suggested. He laughed as he shook his
head and poured me more.
“You’re usually not one to drink in excess like the rest of
us,” Tony chuckled as he looked at me inquisitively.
“People change,” I shrugged as I lifted the glass to my lips
– looking directly at Bucky. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as I turned
away and offered my attention to Tony who was diving headfirst into our meeting
while we ate.
“Y/N, it’s your turn to clean the dishes!” Sam proclaimed
with a slap on my back. I felt a small surge of panic. Bucky could easily
corner me in the kitchen and start the conversation that I was already talking
myself out of having.
I groaned as I got up from the table and began collecting
everyone’s dishes. Nat had luckily excused herself quickly after eating so I
didn’t have to force a pleasant interaction with her. As I neared where Bucky sat
and reached for his plate he mumbled, “I’ve got it.” With that, I spun on my
heel with the empty plates in hand and made my way straight to the kitchen with
Bucky following closely behind.
We began our task in silence. I washed the plates and handed
them to Bucky to dry – never taking my eyes away from what I was doing. The
tension between us was palpable, but I refused to be the first to speak. As I
handed him the last plate his hand brushed against mine causing me to nearly
drop it as I jerked back. I turned to look at him and saw the hurt that filled
his eyes. “Y/N, I…” he began, but I held my hand up. I was more than a little
tipsy from all the wine I had had with dinner. It was making it increasingly
difficult for me to hold my resolve.
“I… I can’t… not tonight,” I finally managed to say.
“Then when? Y/N, I need to explain,” he added as panic
seeped through his voice.
“You’re right. You need to explain, but not tonight Bucky.
For one night I don’t want to cry over you. I just want to have a nice night
with my friends. Is that too much to ask?” I added angrily.
“Everything okay?” Steve asked as he leaned casually in the
entryway to the kitchen.
“Yeah, Steve. Bucky was just finishing up,” I added as I
threw the sponge back into the sink and walked out of the kitchen with Steve
walking beside me.
“Are you really okay?” He asked under his breath.
“Yeah – I just… I drank too much and I just want one night
with all of us together before I fuck it all up,” I muttered miserably. Steve
wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a light squeeze.
“Well luckily for you its movie night,” he said as we
strolled into the common room.
“And we’re watching The Hangover!” Sam shouted as he held up
the dvd case. I groaned as I rolled my eyes playfully. In all honesty, this was
exactly what I needed.
Steve and I settled ourselves onto the couch. I secretly
prayed that Bucky wouldn’t sit by me, but given the fact that the only free
seat in the room was beside me there was no way he could get out of it— at
least not without drawing unwanted attention to us. A few minutes went by before Bucky strolled
out of the kitchen. He scanned the room looking for a seat and saw the only one
open was next to me. He casually grabbed my favorite blanket for movie nights
before making his way to the couch and sitting uncomfortably close to me. Of
course, for the others he was still my boyfriend so nothing seemed out of the
“I can take it from here, Steve,” Bucky whispered, a little
too intensely, prompting Steve to remove his arm from around my shoulders.
Bucky casually replaced it with his – holding on to me a little too tightly. “I
brought your blanket,” he whispered as he spread it over us. I grunted softly
in reply. My intake of wine was making me tired, but I was also acutely aware
of Bucky’s fingers gripping my arm, and the warmth of his body as he sat next
to me. I had been afraid of this – being around him and becoming intoxicated by
his presence. It was so easy for it to happen, and I suddenly found myself
trapped – unwilling and unable to break our contact. Maybe it was the wine, or
the lonely nights at the cottage that caused my sudden lapse in self control,
but for a few moments I allowed myself to forget everything that had happened…
just so I could feel his comfort again. I rested my head softly on his shoulder
and felt his small sigh as his fingers caressed my skin under the blanket. My
body relaxed as my heartbeat slowed.
As I drifted to sleep I wondered if it was possible for us
to find a way back to each other.
I blinked wearily to a strange sound coming from the other
room. I vaguely remembered falling asleep with my head on Bucky’s shoulder, and
him carrying me to my bed. I heard the noise again – this time it was louder
and longer. I sat up rubbing my eyes. With a surge of panic, I realized that
the noise was coming from Bucky’s room and, more importantly, that it was
Bucky. I jumped out of my bed and made my way to the hallway. As I pushed his
bedroom door open the sight caused my breath to catch in my throat.
“Y/N,” he called wearily as Nat held him to her.
“Oh… I’m… Okay…” I muttered as I spun on my heel and quickly
retreated. I could hear Bucky get up from the bed and follow me. I didn’t want
to go back to my room so I walked the long hall to the elevator – hopeful that
I could get the doors to close before Bucky could catch up. I was just in luck
– I pushed the button to the rooftop balcony as the doors closed on Bucky’s panic-stricken
face. I sighed with a sudden surge of relief.
“FRIDAY,” I said to the empty elevator.
“Yes, Ms. Y/N?” FRIDAY responded.
“Don’t let Sargent Barnes know where I am,” I responded
“Yes, Ms. Y/N.”
Stark Tower was expansive. With any luck Bucky would give up
his search and go back to his room – giving me time to think. I wearily dragged
my feet as I exited the elevator. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. So this was
it – after all this time, after all of my running – I had never been able to
admit to myself that I wanted to come back to Bucky and make everything okay…. but
now in the face of losing him to someone else, I could? My heart sank as I laid
myself on the couch in the sunroom that overlooked the New York City skyline. I
felt miserable as tears spilled over my swollen eyelids. For some reason what I
had just witnessed seemed like a bigger betrayal than Bucky not telling me
about Nat in the first place. It was intimate and personal – something that I
had always helped him with, and in the span of a week I had been replaced. I
hugged myself tightly as I laid on the couch and cried myself to sleep.
Okay so I'm in a mood for angst, so (if it hasn't been requested) how about RFA + minor trio reacting to MC saying she had a miscarriage? I love your blog btw k bye
So there were two requests that were very similar so I just merged them.
Hopefully this is angsty enough to your liking.
When she got pregnant, Yoosung was ecstatic
They moved to a bigger place, made a nursery, prepared Lisa with a toy baby for her to get used to
MC was super excited too, but she kept having this horrible feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong
And sure enough, it did
It started with a mild pain in her abdomen, which then grew into a horrible one, like a knife twisting in her gut
MC called for an ambulance, and once she was in the ambulance, despite the EMT’s protests, she called Yoosung
As soon as he learned the hospital she was going to, he rushed over
By the time he got there, it was already over
The baby was gone
Once he heard the news he went to MC to cry with her
They were so excited and now this… worse, they had a whole room at home dedicated to this baby they weren’t having
As soon as MC was out of the hospital, she was in the nursery, removing things and putting them in the closet in that room
Then she closed the door and left it closed
Lisa seemed suddenly antsy without the doll to cuddle with anymore, but Yoosung respected MC’s wishes to keep it put away to stop the reminders
About a year later, Yoosung approached her about wanting to try again, and although she was reluctant, she agreed
The next child was healthy, happy, and whole
And Lisa loved the little tyke despite the occasional tug of her tail or fur
The IV treatment had been a success and they were so excited
They got a little preemptive in their planning, though
As was evident when, after two months, MC had what appeared to be a period
She went to a doctor, who explained that, early enough in a pregnancy, a miscarriage can appear as a period
He assured her that she had been pregnant, but now she wasn’t
MC told Jaehee that night, they sat on the couch and cried for a little while
About a year later, Jaehee started IV treatments and got pregnant
They were very happy when this baby came to term and MC was more than happy to stay home and coddle the little tyke
A few weeks after Valentine’s Day, MC realized she was late
When she told Zen, before even taking a test, he was shocked…. but then remembered it was plausible since they’d had A LOT to drink on Valentine’s and neither remembered using a condom
But, it was a happy accident
MC was cautious, announcing only to the RFA what was going on, and saying that they shouldn’t take any big steps until around 4-5 months
Around 3 ½ months, MC felt something wrong
She couldn’t put her finger on it, but…. it felt like the baby wasn’t moving, like she wasn’t pregnant anymore
MC went to the doctor and found out that she had miscarried and they needed to preform a removal of the fetal tissue since she wasn’t expelling it herself
MC called Zen, but he was in the middle of a rehearsal, so she called Jaehee, asking her to come to the hospital and be her emotional support until Zen could arrive
By the time he got the message and rushed over, the procedure was already over
Zen held her and they cried, but MC was able to go home soon enough and he took a few days off to be alone with her
The second night, they were laying together on the couch, talking, when Zen said that someday, he’d like to try again, because he loved her and would love to see her heavy with his child
Neither of them ever really get over the loss, but when they have another happy accident a while later, they’re both much more cautious and have a healthy baby boy
MC just can’t help but think to herself, “He’s going to be such a ladykiller, just like his father.”
The moment MC had thrown up (morning sickness) he’d forced her to lie down and called the doctor to come check up on her
The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong, so he asked if it was possible she was pregnant and ended up sending on of the guards to get a pregnancy test
After confirming that it was only morning sickness, Jumin was able to take a breath
Poor Jaehee, she thought cat projects were bad, now she has to deal with a Jumin’s new obsession with baby projects
MC, of course receives the best prenatal care money can buy
Two months in, MC feels something wrong and asks for a guard to take her to a doctor
When she gets there, she’s started to bleed and is promptly rushed into a bed and given care and testing
Once they determine it’s a miscarriage, they assure her she’s fine, give her the care she needs, and because she got there early in the day, they send her home
When she gets home, Jumin’s just leaving for the hospital, because he was terrified when he heard she went to the hospital and frustrated that she didn’t call him or say anything
She quickly has him take her upstairs so she can explain
MC cries when she gives him the news and he holds her, hoping to comfort her
He’s broken up too
He probably got too excited too fast
He’s relieved they hadn’t told anyone outside of close friends and family yet, because that could have been messy with the press and he doesn’t want to put MC through that
Jaehee is the next person to know and she immediately offers her sympathies
Baby projects die quickly and are replaced with cat projects again
It’s not until about six months later that the baby projects start up again and Jaehee knows
The moment he heard he was going to be a dad he was simultaneously thrilled and terrified
He even did a little dance
MC only laughed at his antics
Saeyoung read a ton of books on parenting and bad dad-joke books
But then they go out for a drive
They get rear ended, pushed into another car, and the airbags deployed
As far as everyone can tell, the only damage is to the cars
Until, that is, MC cries out in pain
Her abdomen hurts really badly, and she doesn’t know what’s happening
When they get her the hospital and are told what’s happening, Saeyoung blames himself
He did this to her
But she forces him to stay by her side because she needs him
She’s broken up about this too, but she decides that worrying about the baby is a lost cause and she needs to keep Saeyoung from slipping away
MC manages pull Saeyoung back and they’re able to grieve together
About three years later, MC gives birth to a healthy set of twins
First, he thinks of himself as a burden to MC
So when he finds out she’s pregnant with his baby, he’s further wracked with guilt because he believes he’s been too selfish with MC, taking too much
She ends up convincing him it’s a good thing up until the day that something goes horribly wrong, although neither is sure what
A miscarriage is hard for anyone, but V, much like Saeyoung, thinks he’s cursed
All of his good intentions are destroyed and his good deeds soured
When he tries to tell MC that he’s poison and she needs to move on and find someone better that will make her happier, she starts yelling at him in the hospital room
Is he fucking serious?! Trying to break up with her right after she had a miscarriage?! And trying to play it off as he’s being selfless and letting her go?! BULLSHIT!
She says that saying that and doing that right now is incredibly selfish and hurtful
If he really wants to do what is best by her, get over here and hold her and grieve with her over their lost baby, and if he still wants to break up with her in three months when the grief has lessened a little, then they can break up
He apologizes profusely for his behavior, and of course he doesn’t want to break up, so he stays with her like she wants because he wants it too
MC was so scared to tell him
He’d been pretty clear about his issues with family
Not to mention he was still pretty messed up in the head
But before MC could tell him, he found the used pregnancy test in the bathroom
He confronted her about, more shocked than anything else and she fessed up to it
And that she wanted to keep the baby
Saeran didn’t say he was against having a baby, he was just scared
Being a father was a big prospect
But he had almost a year to absorb it
Four months in, Saeran was finally coming to terms with being a father
He was even starting to look forward to it
Then MC woke up in a pool of her own blood
He rushed her to the hospital, they were informed that she had miscarried, and gave her the medical attention she needed
MC was distraught, but not once did she raise her voice or lash out
Instead, she just curled into a ball whenever she could
Saeran didn’t know how to comfort her
He was upset too, but he knew he wasn’t nearly as broken up about it as she was
At some point after her brief stay in the hospital, Saeran was by her bedside and she couldn’t stop crying, but she was trying so hard to be quiet about it
Saeran ended up climbing into the bed with her and holding her
He knew it always comforted him when she did this, so maybe it work the other way around?
She only started crying harder
He thought he did something wrong and started to move away when she grabbed tight to him
So he just held her and rubbed her back and told her everything was going to be okay
At least, he hoped it would
…parenthood wouldn’t be his forte
I just don’t see him willing having kids
So MC having a miscarriage… well she wasn’t exactly sure how to tell him when she found out and….
….well, once she’d miscarried and it was all over, MC didn’t think it was necessary to tell him
Of course, bottling stuff like that up never ends well, so MC eventually admits what happened a month or so later, not sure how he’ll react
Well, Vanderwood isn’t sure how he should react, either
But, he would probably pull MC into a hug and just sit with her in silence, letting her take whatever comfort she needed
You’d come into your living room after showering, wearing just a pair of panties and one of his Henley’s, and found him waiting on your couch in nothing but his boxers. Seconds later you were straddling his lap, hands in his hair and trying to drown yourself in his taste, a mix of coffee and peppermint.
His large hands skimmed across the soft skin of your thighs. His flesh hand moved to grip your ass, gently squeezing and pulling you closer to him. You let out a moan as his hand pushed your covered pussy against his hard cock. He let out a groan at the contact and pulled you even closer.
@jemily Happy, happy, happy birthday, my darling. You deserve all the best things, and you deserve to be celebrated: I am so proud of you for being you! Here’s to you and here’s to an incredible year ahead <3 <3 <3
Here, have two birthday fics I’ve already written, and one made special for you on your special day!
She forgets to eat when she’s stressed, and she forgets the day of the week when her shifts tend to bleed into each other.
Some years – years like this, years with Jeremiah and Cadmus and Rick Malverne and coming out, god, falling in love – she forgets her own birthday.
Maggie nudges Kara in the bar a few nights before Alex’s birthday.
“She hasn’t said anything about it, you know. Her birthday. I only know because it was on the forms we had to fill out with Pam down in HR. Does Alex not like her birthday or something? I don’t want to upset her if I – “
“No, no no no, Alex loves her birthday. Eliza always makes a big thing out of it, and I think it was the only time Alex felt like she was the center of things…” Kara trails off, adjusting her glasses and guilt flashing over her face.
Maggie hesitates before touching her shoulder, and Kara leans into her touch, a small smile on her face. She may still be getting used to sharing Alex’s love with someone – with trusting someone with Alex’s heart, with Alex’s soul, with Alex’s body – but she is getting used to it. Slowly. But it’s happening.
“Were you thinking of doing something for her?”
Maggie shrugs and takes a swig of her root beer, leaning over the bar counter and watching Alex laugh with James and Winn at the pool table.
“Sure, I have some ideas. But I don’t know what traditions you guys have, and I didn’t want to impose or wreck anything for you all, you know?”
Kara smiles, and it’s genuine, because Maggie’s making it easier by the day to like her. To trust her.
“Kara! Maggie! Come back, Winn has no shot with you on his team!”
“Hehe, Winn having a shot. Nice work, Alex!”
“Oh my god, you guys, leave me alone. Kara! Maggie! Come back!”
Maggie and Kara lean into each other when they laugh, and as they stroll over to the pool table, Kara whispers to Maggie to meet her for lunch at Noonan’s tomorrow.
To plan for Alex’s birthday.
And plan, they do.
Because Alex might have forgotten her own birthday – or maybe she’s just not saying anything about it because she assumes everyone else has forgotten and doesn’t want to impose – but her family sure hasn’t.
Because when Alex gets home late a few days later, her apartment is crammed with the people she loves most.
Kara has somehow wrangled J’onn into a party hat, and James is laughing behind his camera, and Winn and Lucy are whooping as Kara giggles and claps when Maggie pulls her into her arms, Alex eagerly parting her lips for Maggie’s tongue, tugging Maggie closer, closer, both of them slightly off-balance, caught between laughing and crying and kissing, until Lucy shouts, “My god, you two, you’re gonna give J’onn a coronary, can you wait until we all go home?”
They part breathless with lust and breathless with laughter, and Kara bursts into Alex’s arms.
“Happy birthday, Alex,” she whispers into her ear, and Alex squeezes her tight, squeezes her close, close, close.
“You didn’t have to do this, Kara,” she says, because even though there are candles in a dozen donuts – like they do every year for her birthday – and even though the Bare Naked Ladies are blasting through the apartment – like they do every year on her birthday – she’d thought everyone forgot this year.
Hell, she almost had.
And she had so much blood on her hands this year – so very much blood – that she didn’t think anyone would find her worth celebrating, anyway.
But James does, gifting her with a photospread of her and Maggie in different stages of their relationship.
And Winn does, presenting her ceremonially with a specially-designed thigh holster for her alien gun.
And Lucy does, grinning from ear to ear as she gives her a lesbian sex handbook and a pair of handcuffs that makes Kara groan, Maggie gulp and bring her hand to her lips, and J’onn wish his newest daughter thought much more quietly.
And J’onn does, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he gives her a letter – because to write things down is to truly, truly say them – calling her his daughter, telling her how proud he is of her, telling her that nothing makes him happier than her happiness, telling her that he loves her, now more than ever.
And Kara does, squeezing her close as she gives her an entire array of gifts, ranging from a new set of medical gadgets from Caitlin Snow to a painting Kara made herself of Alex and Maggie cuddling on Kara’s couch. Alex cries, and Maggie isn’t far behind.
And Maggie does – love her, god, love her, think she’s worth celebrating, every single day and night and all the times in between – nervously presenting her with her tickets to their first hockey game, a handwritten card talking about love and need and joy and hope, and a dog collar with the name Gertrude engraved on it.
Alex weeps and she laughs and she weeps some more, and she doesn’t stop celebrating with her family until long after midnight, until long after her birthday is, technically, over.
But none of them stop celebrating her, stop laughing with her, stop taking turns holding her, because it doesn’t matter what day it is: Alex Danvers is always, always, always worth celebrating.