I personally find Shiro and Slav’s interplay more than a little hilarious here. Not because I think Slav is a joke at all- we see what he’s dealing with at the beginning of the episode. It’s entirely likely he developed his seemingly obsessive-compulsive tendencies to just try and feel like he has some kind of control over his situation in the face of that being violated on the deepest level- the warden was quite literally taking control of his mind and taking gleeful note of how there was nothing Slav could do about what his inventions would be used for.
No- the funny part is Slav and Shiro are doing basically the exact same thing with different outlets and this is pretty much the root of their conflict.
Because: This is Shiro, actively going back into a Galra prison. He seems calm going in, but he’s a tough person to crack- and he also seems in control, a term that keeps stealthily cropping up in regards to Shiro. When does he start losing his cool? As soon as he stops feeling in control- when Slav’s observation of rituals start to cause them delays.
We’re treated to a scene before Lance and Shiro split up that’s very unusual- we have Shiro, who has more or less the shortest range of the team (he fights literally with his fist) rushing and tackling a distance enemy, when Lance, who has a gun, is right there.
Slav’s rituals are things like blankets, puddles, cracks in flooring. Shiro’s is anything and everything that might hurt his team. Shiro’s coping mechanisms seem super reasonable- Voltron is the universe’s only hope, he lost his team once, there’s a bunch of dangerous things out there- but, again, we’re seeing that Shiro is not exactly a beacon of rationality. “I’m here, with Lance, and we need to hit a distant target. I could stand back and let Lance do the thing that he’s good at and has the weapon best suited for, or I could make sure nobody but me has the potential of getting hurt here.” Or, how about “I’m going to imply that I was personally responsible for myself and two other people getting kidnapped by aliens like there was literally anything I could’ve done about that situation and I didn’t get pistol-whipped with a space rifle for trying”.
Shiro and Slav are both desperately trying to manage a stressful situation the way that feels like it works for them and the differences in their respective coping mechanisms proceed to drive each other up a wall.
Note: I’ve been sick so I haven’t been able to get too many requests done. but I really enjoyed writing this! I do hope you like it! feedback is welcome! thanks for the request, sweetie .c
Request: Bucky gets jealous and protective when he finds out that a man has been showering you, his wife, with gifts and presents and letters and confronts that man :-D
If one thing about Bucky was for certain: he despises another male giving you attention. He spent years and years believing nobody could ever love him, and he’d be damned if he let another man swoop in and steal you away, the one who loves him dearly. Though, countless times you’ve assured Bucky that he’s the only man you have eyes on, and you’d never leave him, he was still protective of you.
Bucky was startled out of his deep slumber early in the morning, to find the postman holding a bouquet of roses, asking for him to sign for them. His stomach twisted and his eyes squinted at the brightly colored flowers.
“Are you sure this is the right address? I didn’t order flowers.” Bucky always hand picked your flowers, never bought, except on special occasions. You preferred handpicked, enjoying the special meaning behind them a lot more than a floral shop arrangement. But sometimes Bucky would surprise you. This was not one of those times.
The postman nodded and gave Bucky a friendly smile. “Yep! Y/N Y/L/N still lives here, right?” The postman asks, noticing Bucky’s eyes flitting back and forth across his face. “What’s it to you?” Bucky snaps, angrily taking the vase from the postman’s hand.
The postman’s eyes widen and he stands there, shocked. “Just making sure. The floral shop has no time for mistakes.” He said before turning on his heel and rushing away to finish his route.
Bucky sighed heavily as he looked for a note attached to the roses. He wanted to throw them away, maybe even stomp on them and hunt the asshole down and give him a piece of his mind. But instead, he waited patiently for you to finish showering before he acted on his emotions.
He sat them on the kitchen island in your shared apartment, wracking his brain as to who would send you, his wife, such an intimate gift. It couldn’t have been someone from your family; sadly so, you lost connections after being recruited. The guys on the team knew better to pull a prank like this; trying to woo his woman, they knew he’d stop at nothing to make sure every last flower was shoved so far up-
“Ooo, pretty!” Your voice rang through the kitchen as you skipped over to Bucky. Bucky’s heart sank at the sound of the excitement coming from your pretty mouth he loves to kiss so much. “Bucky, you shouldn’t have!” You smiled brightly, leaning over to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.
He frowned at your reaction, knowing how happy you got anytime he ever got you flowers. “I didn’t.” Bucky mumbled with a frown, his tired eyes falling to your hand on his arm. Your eyebrows creased with confusion. Your eyes scanned the bouquet, searching for a card as you twisted the vase around. Only then did you realize there wasn’t one.
“Well, who would’ve sent me these?” You asked softly, nobody coming to mind. Bucky shrugged and you tapped your fingers against the kitchen island. “I don’t like this.” Bucky grumbled before getting off the seat and pacing the kitchen.
You sighed and almost rolled your eyes at him, but even this confused you. “Well, why don’t I take them to the little old lady down the street later?” You offered with a small smile, wanting to get these away from Bucky before the vase was thrown into the wall. Or worse, into the head of the person that sent them.
Bucky nodded and looked over at you, his heart warming at the sight of your still wet hair and bright eyes. He never understood how someone could look so beautiful without even trying. So no, he was not about to let someone else see you this way.
You walked over to him and pulled him into you, your arms wrapping around his waist. Bucky held you close and he pressed his lips on the top of your head. His metal hand grasped at your shirt, the desperation to keep you in his arms evident in his actions. “I know you’re worrying. Don’t.” You whispered, looking up at Bucky, your chin resting on his torso.
His hand caressed your cheek and you smiled, causing one of his own to form on his lips.
It had been a week since the flower situation. Bucky didn’t dwell on it, but he was still alert when the postman would stop by. Bucky had been gone all morning, meeting up with Steve for the day. You were lounging around at home, working on a painting for your local art class, before you heard the doorbell ring.
You smiled and set down your paintbrush, wiping the paint on your hands onto your smock. You ran to the door and half expected to see Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and you were met with the postman.
“Hi Charlie!” You said with a smile, taking your letters from his outstretched hand. Charlie then pulled out a box, handing it to you. “What’s this?” You asked, inspecting the small box. “Not sure, sweetie. Sign here.” He said with a smile, offering you his pen and his clipboard. You quickly signed for the box and waved to Charlie before going back inside.
The box felt light and didn’t have any information on it except for your address. Placing the letters in the small mail slot near your door, you examined the box, lifting it to your ear as you gently shook it.
You couldn’t hear anything so you went to the kitchen to carefully open it with a knife. Light blue gift paper stuck out as you lifted the flaps open and you creased your eyebrows. This paper looks familiar.
You pulled it out and gasped, seeing a Tiffany & Co. business card on top of a light blue box with white satin ribbon tied around it, a bow sitting on the lid. You grasped the box and opened it, seeing a bracelet catching the sunlight through the windows, shining brightly in a ray of rainbow colors.
“Who are you?” You whispered. First the roses and now an expensive piece of jewelry? You had no clue who would be sending you things like this. You were sure Bucky was going to freak out after seeing this. Gently placing the bracelet back inside of the box, you left it there so you could finish painting.
A few hours passed, and you had finished your project. The door suddenly opened, heavy boots being taken off made you smile.
Bucky stepped into view and you squealed, running up to him. You always felt so happy when he got home. “Bucky!” You giggled, running straight into his arms. Bucky chuckled and caught you, twirling you around before capturing your lips with his.
You smiled into the kiss as Bucky held you closer. He smelled like shampoo and aftershave from his shower this morning, with a hint of vanilla. Bucky set you down and held your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you.
“You’ve got paint in your hair.” Bucky said with a laugh, his fingers trying to clean it off. You flapped his hands away and giggled. You suddenly remembered the little box you got earlier and you gasped. “Oh yeah! A box came today.” You said, walking away from Bucky. His demeanor changed immediately, jealousy and anger settling into his chest.
“What is it? Who is it from? Did they leave a note?” He bombarded you with questions as he ganged up on your heels into the kitchen. You grabbed the box and opened it, getting the bracelet out again.
You held it out for Bucky to see and he looked at it, his eyebrows creasing. “Okay, this it getting out of hand already. I’m gonna find this punk and give him a piece of my mind.” Bucky growled, taking the bracelet from you. “This is the last fucking straw!“ He yelled, his loud voice echoing through the hallway before he turned into the living room.
You sighed and looked up at him. “Bucky, it could be harmless.” You explained, trying to catch up to Bucky as he turned away from you, his shoulders visibly tensing. He scoffed and shook his head. “Harmless? Another man is sending you gifts, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed, turning to you and you got into the room.
Another sigh fell from your lips and you walked over to Bucky, pulling him into your arms. He stood still, his hand gripping tightly onto the bracelet. “I will figure out who this is, and I can’t promise I’ll be nice about it.” Bucky grumbled, his arms moving to wrap around your shoulders.
It’s been two weeks now and you’ve received another bouquet of roses and another piece of expensive jewelry, without a note of who it could be from. Bucky made many attempts at tracking the person down, but you hoped they would stop before he could hurt someone.
Suddenly, you heard the postman at the door. You rushed to the door, beating Bucky to it so he wouldn’t take any of this out on someone innocent. Luckily he was still in the kitchen. You opened the door and smiled at the postman, asking him how his morning has been so far.
“Rather lovely! Here’s your mail!” Charlie said with a chipper voice, his hand holding a few letters out to you. You took them with a smile and said goodbye. Charlie returned your smile before heading back down the walkway, his bag slung over his shoulder.
You shifted through the letters as you walked back inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Most of the letters were simple bills, but a purple colored envelope with your name written in cursive on it caught your attention.
You were nervous to open it, you never really got any letters from anyone personally. You used to when you first became an Avenger, but now, it was rare. Maybe this was one of those times. You only hoped so, so Bucky wouldn’t freak out. But as you opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, your eyes raking down the message, your accusations were wrong.
Bucky walked in with an unreadable expression as he crossed over and behind you, looking down at the letter over your shoulder.
“Dear Y/N, I hope you’ve enjoyed the gifts! I was scared to face you, but I’d like to meet up with you! If it’s okay with you, you can meet me at-” Bucky ripped the letter from your hands as he read the address and he laughed. “Is this idiot serious right now!?” He shouted as he stared down at you. You gave him a small shrug.
Whoever wrote the letter wanted you to meet them at noon at some coffee shop. “Bucky, please, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” You pleaded, looking up at a rather angry man. Bucky’s jaw clenched and he slipped on his baseball cap.
“I don’t know who this is, you are not coming with me. It could be a trap and they could hurt you, they could-” Bucky rushed and you quickly stepped onto your toes and shut him up with a kiss. “I’m going with you. I’ll be okay.” You said with a small smile.
Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. He looked back at you and shook his head gently. “I swear, he’s dead.” Bucky grumbled, grabbing your hand and making his way to the destination.
You took your time looking around the city, the sun shining brightly and a few birds flying around every now and then. Other than all of this, it was a nice day out. As you walked towards the coffee shop, you saw a familiar face standing outside, the man looking down at his watch.
You gasped as you realized who it was. It was your art partner, Riley. Was he the one that was sending you all of those gifts? “No way.” You whispered, catching Bucky’s attention. “Is that him?” Bucky asked as he caught sight of the man and immediately bolted towards him. “Hey! Punk!” Bucky yelled out, his metal hand whirring as he tightened his fist.
Riley’s head snapped towards you and Bucky, his eyes widening just in time for Bucky to lunge at him. Bucky grabbed Riley by his shirt and lifted him off of the ground. “So you’re the guy that’s been sending my wife gifts and love letters!?” Bucky yelled at Riley, moving to shove him against the brick building.
You stood back as you watched, your heart racing fast. “Bucky!” You yelled after him, noticing a few people slowly walk by as they took in the scene. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to end up on the news channel for lashing out on someone in the public eye, so you knew you had to do something.
Rushing over to Bucky, you grabbed his arm. He was breathing heavily as he dropped Riley to the ground. Riley was pretty shaken up and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Bucky, let me talk to him. He’s from my art class.“ You said softly, moving to help Riley up. Bucky scoffed and looked at you bewildered. “Are you serious, Y/N!?” Bucky yelled out.
Riley stood back up and looked between you and Bucky. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I didn’t mean any harm. She never mentioned a boyfriend.” Riley explained nervously. You let out a sigh. “I told you about Bucky, remember? He’s my husband.” You said, moving towards Bucky again. He pulled you into his side protectively.
Riley’s eyebrows creased. “I’ve never seen a ring.” He commented. You lifted up your left hand, the diamond shining in the sunlight. A soft ‘oh’ fell from his lips. Bucky pushed you behind him as he walked forward. Riley took a cautious step backward. “Listen, man, it’s only a misunderstanding.” He squeaked, holding his hands up.
Bucky snarled at him and turned back to you, quickly pulling you away without another word. You didn’t dare look back at Riley, no matter how bad you felt. He was really nice and welcomed you into the art class with a warm gesture. But you never thought he’d be your secret admirer.
You never wore your ring to art class after the first day, you almost had it snagged off by your smock. Bucky was silent most of the way home and you weren’t sure what to say. He left your side as soon as you stepped into the door, and went straight to the bedroom.
You followed after him, watching him closely. Bucky didn’t look angry anymore. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes held a sadness you’ve never seen before.
“Are you okay?” You asked quietly as you moved to stand in front of Bucky. His head was hanging low and he shook it, his hair framing his face under his cap. You lifted his chin up with your finger and looked into his eyes. “Talk to me, baby.” You whispered, noticing his blue eyes had grown a light shade of grey.
Bucky sighed and moved his hands to your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. “It’s just-the thought of someone else feeling how I feel about you-it scares me.” Bucky mumbled, leaning into your hand on his cheek. You smiled gently and took off his cap, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, come on, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” You said, pressing more kisses to his face.
After a few more, Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled you onto him and fell onto his back on the mattress as you straddled him. You looked down at Bucky, letting your noses graze one another’s in an eskimo kiss. “You know I love you, James.” You said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Even when you’re jealous.” You added with a sly smirk.
Bucky pulled you closer, his metal hand keeping you in place. “I love you, too. Wait- no, I am not jealous.” He deadpanned, a hint of truth behind his words. You giggled and kissed his lips. You pulled away too soon for his liking and he groaned, rubbing his hands along your lower back. “You are.” You said, kissing his lips again.
“Am not.” Kiss. “Are too.” Kiss. “Am not.” Kiss. “Fuck, can you blame me?” Bucky asked as he rolled on top of you, moving his hands underneath your shirt. You smiled and let out a breathy giggle. “Just kiss me.” You whispered, pulling him down by his collar. “Gladly.” He mumbled against your lips.
A/N: ALRIGHTY YALL! This one gets a lil wild!
😭 But it was super fun to write! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
By the way, I added in a hidden Marvel character, let’s see if you guys can find them! (;
Warnings: Angst. Swearing. Light smut. Violence.
The cry you let out shook Bucky to his core.
The only thing he could think was that maybe this was the universe’s way of finally punishing him for all he’s done. If it was, he’d do anything in his power to rewind these past two days. What he did had absolutely nothing to do with you, but from his experience with life so far, that didn’t really matter.
The sound of the door opening broke his trance.
“What are you doing in here?” Elisa stood in front of the two security guards. “There’s a patient in here! You need to leave.”
One of the guards peered over at you and then Bucky. He pulled out some kind of device and began speaking into it. That send a wave of panic through you.
“We need Ms. Y/L/N to come with us at once.” The other one spoke harshly. He stepped around Elisa and began walking towards you.
Immediately, Bucky ushered you behind him with his arm, placing himself between the two of you.
“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Bucky spat. You could hear the growl rumbling through his chest as he spoke. You wrapped a hand around his arm, peeking around his shoulder.
Elisa was still standing in front of the other security guard. Her hands on her hips as she all but cursed him out. She was livid.
“-my hospital wing and you will not just waltz in here in the middle of a private examination! That is illegal!” She exclaimed. The guard tried to step around her, only for the woman to plant a foot in front of it, blocking him once again.
Bucky slowly began backing away, his flesh hand wrapped around yours protectively. There was no way they could take him out, you knew that. You’ve seen footage of what he could do. But the last thing you wanted was to create a giant ruckus.
“Move aside. Now!” The man barked at Bucky, stepping closer.
Your hand tightened around his hand as he pushed you back even more.
“Y/N,” Bucky said over his shoulder. Your eyes snapped upwards, meeting his blue ones. Somehow, he looked eerily calm. How in the hell could he be?
“Yes?” You squeaked. You could feel your legs shaking underneath you.
“When I count to three, I need you to run as fast as you can out of this room. Do you hear me?” His voice was soft, but you could sense the panic underneath it.
You shook your head rapidly. “No, not without you!”
He gripped your hand tighter. “Y/N, this isn’t a negotiation, sugar.” The guard began walking towards you at full force. Oh no….
“One…” he counted.
“Two….” he pushed you away from him as the guard threw a punch.
“Y/N, run!” Bucky shouted as he caught the man’s punch with ease and twisted his arm in an unnatural position.
Wasting no time, you raced towards the door, only for the other security guard to swipe at you. Elisa picked up one of the medical trays and brought it down on his head with all her might.
“Y/N, Go!” She exclaimed.
You dashed down the hallway as fast as your legs could carry you. Behind you, could could hear heavy footsteps, which only caused you to panic even more. You turned the corner, nearly colliding with the wall.
You felt the fabric of the hospital gown tug harshly, causing you to slow down. Not knowing what else to do, you swung your elbow backwards into the person’s face.
“Ms. Y/L/N, that’s enough!”
You wiggled in their grasp, kicking your legs with all your might. This earned you a violent slap to your face. That was a terrible way of treating a pregnant woman, but then again, they wanted you sterilized. They didn’t give two cares if the baby got hurt.
You shrieked as the man began carrying you away. You immediately went into a full panic. You dragged your nails down his arms, digging into the flesh. You kicked his sides as he tried to haul you away.
“Grab her legs!” The man called to someone. You felt foreign hands grasping your feet, preventing them from moving.
You screamed as loud as you could, flailing your arms. This wasn’t happening! There was no way they could do this legally! This was forced sterilization.
Suddenly, you felt a sharp stabbing pain on your thigh. Looking down, you saw that one of the men had gave you a sedation shot.
Before you could think, you saw the bright light of Tony’s Iron Man. He grabbed one of the men and flung him across the room. You felt the other man’s grip loosen on you, followed by screams.
“Y/N?” Tony’s voice trembled as he knelt down beside you. You could feel yourself slowly fading away, the sedative working quickly throughout your system.
“Steve, get a medical team over here now!” He shouted over his shoulder. The last thing you saw was his worried face above you.
“How is this even legal?” Pepper asked as she re-read the document for the third time. The last she heard of a delta sterilization waiver was in the late eighties and that was in an extreme case. People didn’t do this anymore, so it made her wonder.
What kind of man was your father?
As far as she knew, you were a grown woman. Completely capable of making your own decisions on any aspect. What gave him the right to play doctor in this situation? It was completely insane.
“Her father is one sick bastard.” Sam commented from the kitchen. He popped open the top to his beer and took a sip. “Who agrees to sterilize their child?”
Tony sighed and rubbed his temples. One day. He was gone for one day and somehow the following managed to happen:
Barnes knocked you up.
Natasha tried to knock you up but failed.
You’re scheduled for a forced sterilization and termination.
Bucky literally killed two shield security guards.
How did this even happen? Did he really need to hire a babysitter for these fools? Bucky was a hundred years old, for fuck’s sake. And you were the most mature young adult he’s ever met. But maybe things changed. How was Tony supposed to convince the law Bucky was acting in self defense this time?
Tony felt a bit salty towards this whole thing with you and Barnes.
How could he not? You were -dare he say it- the last piece of family he had, yet somehow Bucky managed to take you as well. God, he hoped the man didn’t have some kind of grudge towards him and did it as retaliation. He didn’t seem that petty.
“Are there any loopholes around this waiver?” Tony asked, taking a sip from his coffee. He might as well inject it, he needed to be as woke as a 9/11 conspiracy theorist today.
“It says here that only Mr. Y/L/N can break the waiver.” Pepper said quietly, completely lost in thought.
“Yeah, we already know that.”
“WAIT!” Wanda suddenly exclaimed, standing up from her spot on the couch. Her eyes were wide as she scurried towards Pepper. She snatched the paper from her and held it up to her face, her brows furrowed as she read carefully.
Everyone eyed each other in confusion.
Tony totally forgot she even lived here now.
“What is it?” Steve asked, peering over her shoulder. She gasped, setting the paper on the desk.
“I think I just found a way to fix this!” She smiled, her eyes shining with hope.
Bucky gently rubbed small circles into the flesh of your stomach. He hadn’t left your side for anything.
You were still asleep beside him, your back pressed against his chest, your body curled against his. It was strangely intimate for two people that weren’t bonded and Bucky had to remind himself that each time he felt like he was getting too comfortable.
This time, he would get your consent above anything else.
Who knows? Maybe you two will end up being great companions? He didn’t want that in the slightest -he wanted you a hundred percent. But if you only wanted to see him once a year, he’d agree just to see you content.
You stirred slightly, shifting your position so that you were facing him. Your hair fell over your face as you opened your eyes, completely oblivious to what happened since going under.
You inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. You really enjoyed that. But your body seemed to enjoy it even more. You placed small kisses along his collarbone, earning a small sigh from him. The arousal between your legs was back, but this time you wanted to let nature take its course. You were too exhausted to fight it off again.
“Y/N,” Bucky spoke, his voice caught you off guard. Peering up at him, you gave him a small smile.
“Hi,” you greeted, your voice rough from all the screaming earlier. You sounded like you had gargled glass.
He ran his metal hand through your hair. You practically purred as he did so. How did he manage to do this to you without even trying?
“What happened after I left?” You asked timidly. It was unclear whether or not you really wanted to know. Was Elisa okay? You hoped so.
Bucky tensed at your question and you could see the panic in his eyes. Oh no, was she okay? Was the baby okay?
“I don’t remember,” he confessed, although he sounded like he didn’t believe that himself. “Steve said I had another episode. And that those guards…”
“Are they okay?” You honestly didn’t give a damn if they were, but you still needed to know if they were at least alive. Bucky could be in serious trouble if he killed people.
“Steve said that one of them is in the ICU. The other…” your eyes widened. You sat up from the bed and pulled the covers back. Immediately, you re-covered yourself.
To your surprise, you were no longer wearing the hospital gown. In fact, you weren’t wearing anything at all except the white cotton panties that was underneath. You heard Bucky’s breath hitch and you blushed.
“We’re screwed aren’t we?” You asked over your shoulder.
“That’s not that very positive, kiddo.” He chuckled. You felt his metal hand rub your back softly, soothing the tension in you once again.
“C’mon, doll,” he whispered, gently pulling your shoulder backwards until you were lying on your back again.
His hand traveled down to your stomach and began rubbing it in small circles. You let out a small sigh at the coolness of his metal hand on your warm flesh. You could get used to this.
Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, humming softly with content. He could get used to this, too. It felt so…right. Like this is supposed to be happening, but did you feel like that?
You closed your eyes. The circles on your stomach slowly lulled you to sleep, until you felt them traveling lower and lower. Your eyes opened, not so much that he could tell, but enough to peer down and see what he was doing.
His fingers slid underneath the waistband of your panties and snaked their way between your legs. Hey ghosted over your lips, barely connecting with the soft flesh. Your breath began to grow uneven. He slowly spread your folds with his fingers, and ran his middle finger over your clit.
Your hand instantly flew to his bicep, clutching it tightly. You felt Bucky place a kiss onto your temple as his middle finger rubbed small circles into your nub. The moan that escaped your lips sent shivers throughout Bucky and he yearned to hear it as many times as possible.
“You like this, baby?” he asked, rubbing harsher circles. You let out a whimper and nodded furiously.
“Yes, alpha.” You moaned, closing your eyes at the feeling of his fingers.
Bucky bent downwards, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it harshly. Your back instantly arched into his mouth. His fingers ceased their circles and teased your entrance slowly, before sliding inside your heat.
“Oh, Bucky…” you mewled, leaning your head back onto the pillows. His fingers felt even better than before and you could feel yourself growing closer to your release. Just a few more strokes of his fingers…
“-found a way to help Y/N- OH MY GOD!” Steve practically kicked the door open, causing it to slam against the wall.
“STEVE, WHAT THE FUCK!” Bucky shouted as he shot up from the bed. With a shriek, you grabbed the sheets and covered your body. God damn it, Steve! Captain America could survive being frozen for seventy years, but he couldn’t use common courtesy?
“I’m sorry!” he apologized, shielding his eyes with his hands. “I didn’t think you would be…fonduing in here!”
You cringed. What was he on about? What did fondue have to do with this? You didn’t even like cheese that much.
“What do you need? I’m kind of preoccupied here.” Bucky snapped. Steve rolled his eyes before looking over his hands.
“We found something, I think it’s a way to get Y/N out of this contract.”
“Y/N?” Elisa asked as she re-read the document in her hands. The entire team was in the common room now, with you seated on the couch next to Bucky. He hadn’t let go of you for more than a few seconds at a time.
“Is this true?” You felt everyone’s eyes on you.
Truth be told, you hadn’t spoken to him in over three years. But you hoped -no prayed, that he’d do this for you, just this once. He hated you, you knew that, but you were practically children the last time you saw each other. However, he did live in Louisiana, on the other side of the country. You doubted he even knew you were in New York after what happened.
With a deep breath, you nodded.
“His name is Remy,” you said, looking around the room at everyone’s shocked faces. “Remy Y/L/N, he’s my older brother.”
“If that’s true,” Peter chimed in from beside Tony. “He’s a blood relative and an alpha. He can break the waiver!”
“There’s a problem,” you pulled out a small file from inside your loose jacket. Everyone’s eyebrows raised. How did you even fit that in there.
“What’s the problem?” Bucky asked, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly.
“He uh…isn’t exactly too fond of the law. In fact,” you open the file to reveal your brother’s picture. Gosh, he hasn’t changed a bit.
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The way me makes you feel emotion, happiness and makes you love a character, versus when he can make your heart break.
The way he writes, the way he wrote, he inspires me.
And I get so happy because he’s being recognized and I’m so proud of that, and I listen to his words, I read his tweets and he makes me so happy.
He’s helped me through so much, but he’ll never know.
This man, who I look up to because I, too, enjoy writing, the man I strive to even be similar to, he’s getting the love he deserves.
But I wish I could meet him. I wish I could hug him and let him know what he means to me, what he means to the family I’ve gotten online because of him.
I want to thank him for putting hope into a young teenage girl like me - for making others feel accepted.
This is to you, @linmanuel , you’ve done so much for me, and others.
And it’s not just him, seeing Anthony and Jasmine together warms my heart.
Seeing Daveed be his dorky self, seeing him run around in his adorable onsie always makes me laugh and smile.
Oak’s big form yet he’s such a softy and cutie never fails to make me swoon.
Chris’ fatherly ways - and him on Seasame Street talking about his kid with autism made me melt, seeing the tenderness in his face.
Jasmine, Renee and Phillipa adding “And Sisterhood!” during the superbowl actually made me tear up, made me feel so giddy and happy, my grin was so big my ears hurt.
These people have made me learn who I am, made me feel more comfortable in being myself. I want to thank them, I really do. They’ve done so much for us - they deserve the love they get and so much more.
I take my hat off, and thank them.
And let it be known it’s not just the OBC that I love, Miguel is adorable and from the clips I’ve seen he’s so talented. I love Javier and I love seeing his tweets and seeing his adorable self. Michael is hands down just amazing.
I just absolutely adore Joshua without so much of a good reason but? Have you seen his smile? And I’m so hype for Giles.
Ari is so pretty and so talented, and she’s so adorable she makes me so happy. Solea is just so pretty and from the pics I’ve seen she’s so into her role and so talented. And Rachelle? Words can’t explain my excitement.
I just, love Karen more than words can explain. Emmy is just, my love, my life, my soul, my everything. Rachel got me just, so, so, so happy.
How can you not love Chris? I mean, seriously. And Jordan? His voice is like relaxing rain on a cool summer night. Now I don’t know much about Jason but that doesn’t make me any less happy seeing him.
Jonathan, seeing videos of him behind stage, seeing everyone’s interaction and rehearsal always inspires me, always fills me with happiness. And honestly, Isaiah looks so intimidating, but I love him so much.
José is so adorable, I love his curls and him in general.
I love, love, love Samantha, and on my gosh Amber is just, my heart cannot explain.
The cast, original or not, never fails to make me smile. Never fails to make me happy, to lift my spirits. Their snaps, their posts on instagram or twitter, they do so much to help me.
It was too cold for any one of them to be outside. Michael was bundled up from head to tow in warm clothes. Luke seeming to be immune to the frigid weather and only wearing a long sleeved flannel shirt, torn jeans and a beanie. The two were leaning up against a brick wall, cigarettes hanging from their lips as they waited on the other two boys. Neither of them had any idea idea on why Ashton called to meet up, but here they were now; freezing their asses off and waiting.
Luke had of course been the first person to show up. He was always on time like his parents raised him to be. Michael had of course been the second to arrive. He knew that if he stayed inside then he would have surely fell back to sleep. At least two of them knew the concept of time. It was quiet except for the sound of the cars going by and the gust of wind flowing through. “You know what this is about?” Luke questioned, pulling the cigarette from his lips and blowing out a puff of smoke. Michael shook his head in response. It was too late for them to be meeting and he was a person who values their sleep.
“Whatever it is they better hurry the fuck up,” Michael mumbled after some silence. His voice sounded hoarse, more gruff than anything. Just in the nick of time Ashton’s car rolled up to the curb. Ashton was wearing sunglasses and it looked as if he had been running his hands through his hair repeatedly. In the backseat of the car Calum was passed out asleep.
“Get in!” Ashton yelled instead of greeting them. Michael and Luke shared a look of confusion. Ashton was usually a lot more polite than how he was acting now. The two boys walked towards the car and Luke claimed the front seat as Michael slid into the back next to Calum.
“What took you so long?” Michael yawned. Ashton pointed towards Calum, who was still passed out and snoring away. Ashton pulled off and started to drive to who knows where. After about ten minutes he pulled into the parking lot of a strip club.
“You woke us up at 2 am to see some ass?” Luke asked, glaring at Ashton like he was crazy.
“We’re not seeing the girls. Freddy’s letting us use the basement,” Ashton replied, “Wake him up.” He turned the car off and Michael began to shake Calum violently. Calum tended to be a hard sleeper. After two shakes and Michael yelling, Calum finally woke up.
“What the hell man!?!” Calum grumpily yelling. He pushed Michael away then glared at him with squinted eyes. Calum looked out the window then smirked, “Oh interesting place spot to choose.” Ashton rolled his eyes then took the keys out the ignition. Once they were out he exited the car and the rest of the guys followed in pursuit. Ashton had been extremely quiet on the ride over and he still seemed to be hiding something. The strip club was loud. Music blasting from the speakers and cheers of the customers, most of them being men. It smelled of cheap alcohol and perfume. Girl’s were walking about half naked, some carrying trays of food and others up stage on the pole. The four of them weaved their way through the crowd, slipping past a few girls that were heading out to the floor.
“Hey Mikey!” one of them purred, earning a wink from their favorite customer. “Here for another private session?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his torso in a hug.
“Mhm not today sweetheart…been called here to talk business,” he said. The girl pouted at his words. She was about to protest until she was interrupted.
“Michael!” Calum shouted, grabbing the boy’s attention. Calum nodded his head in a ‘let’s go’ motion.
“Duty calls,” he smirked, kissing the girl on her cheek in goodbye. Ashton had led them to a door and standing in front of it was the owner of the club, Freddy.
“Thanks for letting us use the basement,” Ashton said, grabbing the key from Freddy.
“Hey no problem. Just don’t break anything alright? Ya break it, ya pay it,” Freddy patted Ashton on the shoulder then left the guys to do their thing. After he left Ashton unlocked the door and hurried the guys inside. Once they went through the door, he looked around for a split second then closed the door shut behind him. The basement was stuffy and dark. Luke’s hand ran along the wall in search of a light switch. Finally his hand touched the switch and he flicked on the lights. The basement had to stretch along the whole place. A few rooms scattered around as if the place was meant for an office.
“Alright, you dragged us all the way out here…what for? Spill the beans.” Luke said trying to pry the words out of Ashton. He plopped down on an old sofa that was planted near the wall. Michael and Calum sat down next to him and each one of the boys looked at Ashton in curiousness. Ashton grabbed a chair and turned it around so that he was sitting in it backwards. He licked his lips and then with much seriousness said.
“I want to rob a bank.”
Calum was the first to laugh, then Luke, and then Michael. All three of the boys were in a fit of giggles. It was when they noticed Ashton wasn’t laughing that they stop laughing themselves. “Are you being serious?” Calum asked, eyebrows furrowing at his friend.
“Does it look like I’m laughing?” Ashton said. They all went quiet. Not sure what to think. “Haven’t you ever though about it?” Ashton continued on. “What have we been doing since graduation? Jack shit that’s what,” he spat, “I’m working a measly minimum wage job for only twice a week. That’s chump change.” Ashton seemed to be really pissed and though he looked calm on the outside the guys could tell her was livid. “Michael, you sell weed; that doesn’t get you much. Calum bar tends, and Luke…Luke, you tutor kids in fucking math! Guys let’s rob a bank,” Ashton nearly whined. They were so shocked at what he was saying that none of the guys said anything. Ashton sounded crazy.
“I don’t just sell weed I’m an entrepreneur,” Michael corrected.
“Entrepreneur my ass,” Luke chuckled, making everyone else laugh. Their laughter died down and Ashton looked at them with hopeful eyes. Were they actually going to consider robbing a bank? Ashton brought up some great points. They were barely making enough to pay rent. So far they’ve done nothing with their lives.
“I’m not saying I agree to it, but what makes you think we could rob a bank? Let alone get away with it?” Calum asked. The other two nodded in agreement.
“It couldn’t be that hard. We just have to come up with a full proof plan and make sure no one gets hurt.” Ashton chewed on the bottom of his lip. “Fuck you’re right it’s a stupid idea.” He second guessed himself.
“Maybe we should start by robbing a gas station first?” Luke suggested, “Then work our way up to the bank.” Michael and Ashton looked at Luke in surprise. They expected him to be the first to brush the idea off and knock some sense into them. “What?” It wasn’t a bad idea and Ashton’s right. Tutoring doesn’t really do anything to fill my wallet.” They each shared a look, silently questioning if they really wanted to go through with this plan.
“I’m in,” Michael spoke up, earning a smile from Ashton.
“Yeah sure. This is a crazy idea, but I’m in too,” Luke said. Now it was Calum’s decision. Each one of the guys starting at Calum in question.
“We could get arrested and do some serious jail time,” Calum stated. “But there’s also the thought of making bank.” Calum was mentally wrestling with himself. He knew this was wrong, but he also felt that it would be right. “Shit…Fine I’m down,” he sighed, the guys cheering in response. Now that everyone was on the same page they had to set up a plan. Silence fell between them and they could hear the muffled sounds of the music playing from upstairs.
“I’ve made a deal with Freddy, so this basement is ours for whatever it is we do,” Ashton said, “We just can’t bring cops into his place.”
“We should have code names,” Luke suggested, “That way none of this could be traced back to us or here.” Calum nodded in agreement. They had to think this through carefully. What they were about to do was risky. The early morning being filled with plans on how they were going to go about it all. Any wrong move and they could get caught.
Ok here’s a list of domestic Nessian and Feysand headcanons because Sarah and I have spent like an hour just shooting headcanons back and forth and we’re both dead with feels at this point. Okay so just imagine:
- Feyre yelling at Rhys for leaving his socks on the floor and the cap off the toothpaste
Nesta bitching at Cassian every time he leaves shit laying around. “So you can command the night courts armies but you can’t be bothered to mow the lawn.”
Rhys and Feyre fighting about what movie to see. He wants to watch The Notebook for the 100th time. Because Feyre darling if she’s a bird he’s a bird. And Feyre just eye rolling for days.
Rhys would totally watch the notebook and make love eyes at Feyre throughout the whole thing and recite every memorable quote to her
Nessian arguing about the heating because Nesta’s cold all the time and always has freezing hands and feet and would need the heating to be on high and Cassian would forever be a living breathing furnace and would keep wearing progressively less clothes and sweating his bat ass off as she turns the heating on higher
Cassian would get up in Nesta’s face too. “I train warriors all day and come home and cook dinner the least you could do is dry the damn dishes.”
- Cassian being quite tidy because of the discipline he’s had to learn while being in the illyrian camps and nesta being a bit messy and leaving stuff lying around because she’s had people cleaning up after her
- we all know Cassian would definitely cook every night because Nesta is probably able to burn water. He’d come back to the house half burnt down and she’d just scowl at him like it’s his fault she tried to cook.
Cassian never having lived with a woman forgetting to put the seat down.
Nesta would be a total disaster around the house though. She would learn how to do different chores but cooking would always be something she just can’t crack and she would just let him do it. But just imagine Cassian who’s had to do all this all his life teaching her how to do the laundry and how to properly keep a fire burning in the fireplace because she’s never done that stuff around the house before and she would get frustrated that she’s getting everything wrong and she would feel bad because she’d realise how difficult all of that is and how she’d always let Feyre do it before and he would just tease her to make her snap out of it like ‘the spoiled princess couldn’t get her nails dirty could she?’
The laundry she’d be constantly doing because they only ever seem to wear leather.
Azriel would just be telling Cassian everything Nesta destroys while he’s away. I hope you didn’t love that shirt because she shrank it. Good news she learned to make spaghetti. Bad news you need a new pot. Az and Amren would have little get togethers sharing secrets but they’d both act like they’re not gossiping cause they’re too cool to enjoy gossip but they’re actually living for the drama
imagine Nesta trying to surprise Cass with food when she accepts the mating bond and maybe she wants to make a big thing and she tries to cook or bake something and it’s just this massive fail and she’s close to tears and he’s so moved that he just takes a bite of the thing and eats it with a straight face and she’s hopeful that maybe it’s not that bad like ‘how is it?’ and cass just deadpans ‘absolutely horrible, sweetheart’ but he swallows it anyway
And it will be his favorite food too because she asked Rhys. He’ll spend the first week of their mating bond having food poisoning.
He just shows up at the camp looking like he’s been through the war. Rhys will be like haha you must have been busy. Cassian just stares out and says I have food poisoning. She tried so hard to cook I couldn’t not eat it.
Elain would be like make him a flower crown Lucien loves it when I do that. He’s an army commander Elain I can’t just make him a flower crown. Nesta later: Umm here Elain helped me make this for you. He’d just look at it like it’s wonderful because she tried but has no idea what to do with it.
- So imagine Nesta Grumpypants Archeron with a mess of a flowercrown where half of the flowers are actually weeds but Elain’s too nice to say anything to her and Nesta just shoves it towards Cass and mumbles ‘hereyougoimadeyouathing’ and when he doesn’t answer immediabtely she’s just like ‘itsstupiditwaselainsideayoucanjustthrowitaway’. And Cass would put it on just to find out there’s poison ivy or something in it. (ps if anyone wants to draw this, you would make @spelt09 very happy)
when they finally have sex Nesta’s going to be super freaked out. He’s gonna have to talk her through it. Constantly asking if she’s okay and if he’s hurting her. i’m always down for kinky nesta but her first time she would probably be freaked out of her mind and i can almost imagine her bracing herself and being like 'just do it’ and cass is like 'sweetheart it doesn’t have to be like that’ and just takes it slow and kisses her and maybe gives her a massage until she relaxes and is extra careful to her every reaction
- Nesta probably doesn’t really get how to flirt without attacking it’s never something she’s had to deal with and she doesn’t like / know how to be vulnerable and actually say nice things to him
. The moment they go out in Velaris and girls start hitting on him she’ll probably start mentally comparing herself to them and be insecure.
- Cass is probably the rose petals, candles, and mood music kinda guy just to break the ice and give her something to laugh about. He’s definitely got 'moves’ that he uses just to get into girls’ pants (picture
Ryan Gosling in Crazy, Stupid, Love he totally does the Dirty Dancing lift on bar hookups and him in a man bun humming along to Time of My Life) but when it’s someone he actually cares about he’d be so romantic
Request: Could you do an avengers preference for having a secret relationship and how everyone finds out?? I’d love you forever!
A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever done preferences, so I hope everyone likes them! You weren’t specific about who you wanted involved but if you’d like me to add anyone let me know! I’d love to get some more requests :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I write about nor do I own the gif(s) below. If you would like it removed/given credit please message me & I will do just that! Also this contains cursing so be prepared for that.
You were sitting on a table in the lab, watching Bruce and Tony work on one of their newest projects. They had been bickering about the best way to approach the enhancements all day and you couldn’t help but smirk anytime Bruce one upped the other man. You also didn’t miss the proud grins he would flash in your direction when Tony focused back on the machinery. You picked up the book you had brought with you and decided to read while the two worked, quickly getting invested in the story. You had barely heard when Tony called it quits and left the lab with a quick goodnight. A pair of hands pluck the book from your grasp and placed it next to you on the table before softly spreading your legs so Bruce could stand between them and place hands on your waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you couldn’t help but smile at him.
“And I thought he’d never leave.” You teased, brushing your nose against his which earned you a soft chuckle. The two of you had been keeping your relationship a secret for about two months, and you were both very careful to keep it going.
Bruce reached between the two of you and removed his glasses, placing them atop your book and leaning in to place a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Neither did I.” He mumbled right before you turned your head and caught his lips with yours. His hands tightened on your waist ever so slightly as he returned your kiss, tilting his head so he was able to deepen it.
Your hands began to tangle in his hair, giving it a slight tug which earned a groan from him. You didn’t think the two of you could get any closer than you were in that moment. Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip you eagerly opened your mouth for him, loving the feeling of having him so close-
“Holy shit!” A voice echoed through the lab, causing the two of you to quickly break apart. Tony stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he glanced between you both. You tried your best to catch your breath, noticing Bruce doing the same as everyone waited for someone to speak.
“Tony,” Bruce spoke up first. “I thought you went to bed.”
The man snorted at the comment, walking towards the table they were working on earlier. “Forgot my phone.” He said, picking the device up and wiggling it at you both. “Now I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this because quite frankly it’s too much to deal with at-” he glanced at his watch, “2 in the morning.” With that he stuffed his phone in his pocket and exited the lab for the second time.
Your back hit the mat with a loud smack, causing you to let out a groan in the process. It was late in the afternoon and you had been practicing with Natasha for the past hour. To your surprise you had been keeping up with her until you heard Bucky, Steve, and Sam walk into the training room. “You got distracted.” Nat commented, reaching a hand out to help you up. You gladly took it and jumped to your feet.
“I know, I blame them.” You quipped, nodding your head towards the where the boys were now standing.
Bucky was the first to speak up, “it’s not our fault you can’t keep up with Nat.” A smirk was planted on his lips and you had to fight the urge close the space between the two of you. Before you got the chance to reply Steve brought up the idea of sparring, which everyone agreed to.
The five of you went back and forth between each other, Bucky making remarks every time you set foot on a mat with someone. You knew why he was doing it, he had to keep up appearances and he always tried to get under your skin before the two of you became more than just teammates, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.
“Since you’ve got so much to say about her skills, you get in there with her.” Sam said after you and Steve finished. Before he got the chance to shrug it off he was being pushed in front of you by Natasha.
A slight smile graced his lips as he gave you a once over, but it quickly dropped from his face when he glanced over at the rest of the group. You both got into position and began sparring. It was clear that he was going easy on you the entire time. It wasn’t until about five minutes in that things began to get rough, you were too quick for him and he was too strong for you. The both of you were drenched in sweat as was the mat, which is why when you went to dodge the swing of his metal arm, your leg slipped in the wrong direction causing your face to meet his elbow.
The second after you made contact you hit the mat, blood instantly oozing from your mouth as you tried to understand what had happened. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You could clearly make out Bucky’s voice, blinking a few times you could also make out his face hovering about yours. “Y/N, Doll, I’m so sorry.” He grumbled, cupping your face in his hands.
“I’m okay.” You grumbled, wiping the blood from your mouth with the back of your sleep before reaching up to touch his face. “Honestly, I’m fine.”
Just as he was about to reply he was cut off by Steve, “huh if I didn’t know any better I’d say you two were in love.” There was a sound of thud, which you knew was Natasha hitting him. “What- ohhh.” He said, causing both you and Bucky to laugh.
Music was echoing throughout Stark Tower as you danced around the kitchen with multiple ingredients in your hands. The Avengers had left early that morning for a mission located somewhere you had already forgotten the location of, which meant you were alone in the building, with the exception of F.R.I.D.A.Y. of course. The only way you could keep yourself for worrying was to listen to music while cooking dinner, with the mission tonight involving the entire team you needed to be extra distracted.
You hadn’t even heard the door open as a very grumpy and exhausted billionaire made his way into the loft half of his building. Even in the state he was in Tony couldn’t help but smile as he watched you dance around the kitchen. “Honey, I’m home.” He announced in an over dramatic voice, causing you to drop the plate in your hands to the ground.
“Crap, Tony.” You whispered trying your best to step over the broken glass and hissing when a sharp piece came in contact with your foot. The second he heard you express pain he was walking across the glass, his shoes crunching it as he lifted you up and walked towards the couch, sitting you down softly. “I’m fine.” You said, flashing him a smile, but he had already went to get the first aid kit.
Once he came back he picked up your foot and placed it on the coffee table before he started patching you up. “How was the mission?” You asked, leaning on your elbows so you could be closer to him.
“Fine.” He said with a shrug, “the rest of the team stayed to help S.H.I.E.L.D. sort things out.” He placed a band-aid over your wound before standing up and taking a seat beside you on the couch. “I just wanted to get home in time to see you.”
You had to fight the urge to smile as you curled into his side. The two of you had decided it was best to keep your relationship a secret from everyone, Tony didn’t want to drag you into the chaos and you didn’t want to be interrogated by Fury since the first thing he had said before putting you on Avengers duty was to be professional.
His arm wrapped around your shoulders and he leaned back to get a better look at your face, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re an awful cook.” The second the words left his lips you opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly cut you off with a kiss. You melted into his lips, your hands fisting his shirt as you tried to move closer to him.
“Well excuse us.” The familiar voice of Bruce Banner came from behind the couch, causing both you and Tony to break apart. Looking behind you the entire team was staring at the two of you with smirks on their face.
The reason behind all of the secrecy was simple: Natasha wanted to keep you safe. While she trusted the team with her life, she definitely didn’t trust anyone with yours. Overall she was glad the two of you got to spend time together, since Fury had decided to assign you to the Avengers base in order to give missions and keep them all in check.
It had been two weeks since you’d seen Nat. She’d left with Clint to complete a mission that not even you were permitted to know of. You were curled up in bed, watching TV, drifting in and out of sleep in the process. You hadn’t even heard you window slide open, but you noticed the figure clad in black and immediately knew who it was.
“Oh my gosh.” You mumbled, throwing the blankets off of you and rushing over to throw your arms around her in a hug. She let out a soft hum and wrapped her own arms around you. Without giving her a chance to speak you quickly pressed your lips to hers. Natasha eagerly kissed back, tangling her hands in your hair as she began backing you up towards the bed.
The two of you fell back onto the mattress, letting out a laugh before connecting your lips together for another kiss. “I thought you were going to be gone for another week?” You mumbled after breaking the kiss.
“We got done early and I needed to see you.” She said coolly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before leaning back so she could examine your face. For the first time in her life Natasha had something that she was excited to come home to, hell, for the first time in her life she had a home.
She connected your lips in a kiss yet again, but it was cut off by the sound of the door flying open and hitting the wall. “What the hell?” You yelled, snapping your head to the side to see both Tony and Steve bursting into the room.
“We-um..” Steve began, looking between the two of you and Tony who seemed to be at a loss for words as well.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed me that there was an intruder.” Tony pipped up after several moments of silence.
Finally having enough of the two gawking at the two of you, Natasha growled at the two of them, “clearly it’s being handled. You can leave.” You had to stop yourself from laughing as the two quickly shut the door and hurried away from your room. “Where were we?” She asked, turning her attention back to you.
The mission had gone bad very quickly. In the beginning the team was doing great, kicking the ass of everyone of the guys that they were targeting, that was until they pulled out the bombs. Everyone was separated in an instant, the only form of communication being the headpieces. A gasp left your lips as you took off into the woods, three men on your trail. “Y/N, are you there?” The usually calm voice of Steve Rogers seemed almost panicked as it rang in your ear.
“I’m fine!” You said quickly, pulling a knife from your boot and slinging it at one of the men behind you. You never missed a target so without surprise the blade lodged into the mans chest.. “I’ve got two behind me, but I can handle it.”
Just as you were about take out the last two men there was a soft click under your boot, causing your eyes to go wide. The second you took your next step there was an ear splitting boom and you felt yourself being flung through the air, only stopping when you made contact with a tree. All you saw was black and while you could hear the yelling coming from your ear piece you couldn’t seem to make out the words being side.
You couldn’t be sure how long you were laying there before the sound of branches being crushed and moved reached your ears. Two small hands wrapped around your body and lifted you to your feet, you could make out what you assumed to be Wanda’s voice, and tried to peel your eyes open to be sure.
Sure enough the young woman to your side was your friend and you let out a relieved sigh before taking in your surroundings. You clearly stepped on a mine. “She’s okay, I’ve got her.” Wanda said, slowly sitting you down on one of the fallen trees. The bodies of the men the team had been fighting were scattered around the snow and you fought the urge to make a joke about you had saved everyone.
“Y/N!” You glanced over and saw Steve rushing down the snowy hill, tossing his shield to the ground before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up off the ground. His hug was almost bone crushing, but you didn’t mind as you quickly hugged him back. After he released you you began to speak, but were quickly cut off by him crashing his lips against yours.
You didn’t pull away until you heard someone clear their throats and you cursed under your breath. The two of you had done very well at keeping your relationship under the radar up until this moment. “Would you like us to give you some space?” Clint asked, a smirk planted on his face.
“Shut up.” You and Steve grumbled before breaking your embrace and heading back to the quinjet.
really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to
whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you
could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put
up in front of others.
Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess Word count : 2,754 Author : Mel Warnings : AU-ish. Someone dies.
You smiled up at the screen. “It’s a boy.” The ultrasound tech informed you.
You grinned and turned to the blond next to you. “A boy.” You teared up, and so did she. “Jess, I’m giving Dean a son.”
“Look at him.. Oh god. Don’t make me cry, I’m next.” She chuckled.
After getting cleaned up, and off the chair, it was Jess’s turn. You took your pictures and smiled down at them as the tech took measurements and checked vitals. When it came time to find out, you looked up at Jess with a smile, then at the screen. “Ready to find out?” She nodded to the tech. You both had wanted boys, wanted them to grow up together, and close. Jess bit her lip and waited. “It’s a girl.”
Pair meet each going to adopt a puppy at a shelter
Dex had just finished taking the last of the older dogs for their walk and had settled them in their kennel with a rawhide when he heard the bell over the door chime. Cursing because he was hot and sweaty and doing an amazing impression of a tomato, Dex hurried up to the front, hoping it was someone who actually planned to adopt. When he stepped out, he was not at all prepared for someone that attractive to be waiting and checking out the pictures of the animals.
Dex hung up the leash in his hand and tried to remember how to do his job. “Um…hi. Can I help you?”
Dex and the hot guy were about the same height so it meant that when the hot guy turned around, he could stare right into eyes that seemed to sparkle with concealed amusement. “Yeah, I wanted to adopt a dog.”
“Great!” Dex put on his brightest smile and moved out from behind the counter. “If you follow me, I can take you to the kennel. We’ve got lots of great dogs looking for a great owner.”
As he opened the door, Dex cringed. He’d been so flustered by that 5 o’clock shadow and the tattoo on a strong, muscled arm that he’d forgotten to ask for a name or even give his own. “I’m Dex, by the way. If you have any questions, I mean.”
There was a soft chuckle from behind him. “I’m Derek, though my team calls me Nursey.”
The moment they walk into the kennel all the dogs start barking at the newcomer and Dex smiles. He loves seeing them all get excited and eager for someone to possibly take them home.
Once the dogs had quieted down, Dex asked. “Team?”
Derek smiled at him and Dex felt his heart start to beat faster. “I’m on the Samwell hockey team. Just got offered a room at the Haus and after a bit of prodding and pleading, I got them to agree to let me have a dog.”
“Well, I’m sure we can find the perfect dog for you and your team.”
“I hope so. I want all the guys to think that I’m chill and nothing gets to me, you know? And I think a dog will help me stay relaxed.” Derek’s cheeks went red. “I’m going to shut up now and stop rambling.”
Dex gave Derek a genuine smile. “No. It’s okay. I definitely understand. It’s part of why I started working here. Being around the dogs really helps. My friends say I can be a little high strung and..” Dex peeked over at Derek and bit his lip, “and you don’t need to know all that. You go to Samwell too?”
“Yup! I’m a sophomore and still have no idea what major I want to pick.” Derek nudged Dex with his shoulder. “Now show me some dogs. Maybe someone who’s as ‘chill’ as I like to pretend to be?”
“Do you like big dogs? Little dogs? Certain breeds?” Dex pointed to a few of the kennels and when he didn’t get a response, he remembered a pair of dogs who had recently been abandoned. He reached out for Derek’s hand and pulled him over. “Actually, I think I have just the dog for you.”
Inside the kennel, Dex brought Derek to was a sleepy basset hound and another larger dog which seemed to be a mutt. “Josie here is probably one of the most ‘chill’ dogs we’ve ever had come in. I think she might be perfect for you. Do you want to meet her?”
Derek blushed and knelt down to get a good look at Josie. She lifted her head and regarded the newcomer before shuffling over and sniffing at Derek’s outstretched hand before letting out a soft bark. “Yeah. That would be nice.”
“Stay right here and I’ll grab a leash.” Dex could hear Derek talking quietly to Josie as he fetched the leash and when he came back, Derek was sitting on the floor in front of the kennel, still talking. “You two seem close already.”
Derek stood and let Dex get Josie out of the kennel. He ran a hand through his hair and Dex watched the hand a moment, almost forgetting to hand over the leash. Once Derek had the leash, Josie padded around his legs and sat.
Derek knelt again and ran a hand over Josie’s ears and sighed. “I think you’re right.” Josie licked at Derek’s fingers and Derek smiled. “She’s the one. I’ll take her.”
“Great! Follow me out to the front and we’ll get you set up. Josie here has already been spayed and her shots are up to date. So there’s not too much you need to do.”
As they walked toward the front, there was a bark from the kennel Josie had been in and both Derek and Dex looked over to see Josie’s mate scratching at the door.
“What’s his story?”
“Jack? He and Josie came from the same house. We figure they were friends and lived in the same house. They’ve been close since they came in.”
Derek’s face fell. “I’d hate to separate them. Especially since they were raised together.”
Dex bit his lip. “Actually, you don’t have to worry. I was planning on adopting Jack soon.”
Derek beamed at Dex, happiness sparkling from his eyes. He took a step closer to Dex and leaned in close. “That’s great! Maybe we could get the dogs together to let them play?”
Dex knew his face was red again, but the way Derek’s words moved over his skin was electric. “I’d like that. After we fill out your paperwork, I can give you my number?”
“I’d like that.” Derek followed Dex out front and filled out the paperwork. Once he’d finished, he looked up to find Dex holding out a post-it note. “What’s that?”
“My number. If you still want it.”
Dex started to pull his hand back, but Derek caught him and took the post-it. “I do. Was gonna hand you my phone so you could put your number in, but this definitely works too.”
Running a hand through his hair, Dex tried to think of any reason to get Derek to stay a little longer. “I hope everything works out with Josie. She’s a great dog.”
Josie was leaning against Derek’s legs, tongue lolling out happily. “I think she’s going to be the perfect fit.” Derek took a deep breath and look Dex in the eye. “I know this is probably stupid, but is there any way you would want to come with me and help me pick out some supplies? That is if you’re done here or could take a break?”
“I can do that. Let me just tell my boss. My shift’s just about done anyway.”
Derek’s face lit up and he shooed Dex toward the door. “Go, go.”
Dex laughed and hurried back to let his boss know he was leaving and then hurried back to where Derek was waiting. “We’re all set. There’s a pet store just down the street that has a great selection.”
They walked out together, Josie plodding along behind them.
You sat on your couch as you watch everyone
dancing and partying around you. There were so many different species here. You
spotted Mundanes, Vampires, Warlocks, Foresakens and Shadowhunters. Wait
shadowhunters you thought. Why were they here? You got up from you seat with
your drink in hand and made your way towards them.
“The last time I checked I don’t remember
anyone inviting shadowhunters to this club” You spoke as you appeared in front
“They didn’t now move” A blonde haired boy
said as he pushed passed you with three more shadowhunters following him. You
started to follow them when they all suddenly stop. Quickly the blonde boy was
in front of you.
“Stop following us” He spoke
“What are you doing here?” you questions
“You don’t need to know” He said
‘Jace she proably knows where he is ask
her” A redheaded girl told him.
“Are you a warlock?” The blonde haired boy
who you figuerd was Jace asked you.
“I am but what does that mean to you
shadowhunter boy” you tease
“Magnus Bane do you know him?” Jace once
“Nope doesn’t ring a bell” you said as you
turned around “Now get out of my club” you started to walk away when an arm
grabbed you pulling you back. It was Jace.
‘Your club? The last time we checked it was
Magnus Bane’s” Jace said. You looked around them, they had you trapped in.
“Well it’s not anymore” you rolled your
eyes hoping they wold let you go but they wouldn’t.
“Your lying” A black hair girl said
“What if I am? It shouldn’t matter to you where
a warlock is” You sass back
“We need his help with something” The other
boy spoke “He’s not in trouble, so where is he? It’s his club so he must be
“Like I told you already this is my club
too he’s no-“ you were saying but the redhead cut you off.
“Wait your club too? You never said that
early” You cursed in your mind that you let that slip out in front of them. How
could you be so stupid.
“Oops must of forgot” you said with a
grinned “ I owned this club with Magnus”
“So you do know where he’s to” Jace yelled
“Not at the moment, I say he gone off with
one of his lovers but I’m not sure so leave me a message and he will get back
to you” you spoke as you took a sip of your drink.
“We need him now not later” the redhead
“Well I can’t hel-“ you started to say but
stopped when your vision started to get burry.Why was this happening?
“You put something in my drink” you yelled
soon your feet gave out from under you and the black haired boy caught you.
“Why did we do this again” the boy asked
“We need to know where Magnus is’ Jace told
woke up in a strange room. Soon everything came back to you.Those damn
shadowhunters. You should of known they would pull something like this.
“Look at who’s awake” Jace said
“Who are you?” you asked
“You don’t need to know that” He answerd
“Well Jace since I know you, you might as
well tell me who your fellows shadowhunters are”
“How do you know that?”
“You don’t need to know that, names?”
“Clary” the redheaded girl
“Isabelle” the other girl said
“Alec” the black haired boy said
great. I’m not going to tell you where Magnus is so you might as well stop
trying” you said standing up onto your feet. Truth is you didn’t really know
where he was but they didn’t seen to care.
“Please we’ll do anything” Clary bregged
“What do you need his help with?” you
questioned. There had to be a good reason if they were going through all of
“Our friend that’s a werewovle got hurt and
Bane is the only one that can help”
‘His magic is the only one powerful enough”
Maybe you can help them you thought. After all you were warlock too with the
“I’ll do it” you said
“Your not Magnus” Alec replied
“But I am a Bane” you told them “My magic
is the same as my brother it will still work”
“Magnus has a sister?” Izzy asked
‘Yes and I’m right in front of you, never
saw that one coming did you?” you laugh. All of them stood there in shock
looking at you. You didn’t know if it was because you were Magnus sister or was
it your weird sense of humor. Who cared anyway.
“Are we going to go or what?” you asked.
‘Yeah lets go” Isabelle said as they left,
with you following not to far behind them.
“Nice place you got here” Alec said while looking down at you while you
crushed up spices for the spell.
“I’m trying to save your friend life and
your talking about how nice my house is?” you laugh while Alec turned the color
of a tomato. “Can you hand me some of those tea leaves?” you asked pointing
towards the ones you wanted. Alec walked over to get them and handed to you
you sure this going to work?”
“Yeah it’s one of Magnus spell I’ve seen
him used it before.Trust me I know what I’m doing”
‘You seems different”
“What do you mean?” you questioned
“When we first got to you earlier you seems
like a different person. Like you didn’t really care about anything. You had
this whole evil vibe about you” Alec told you.
“Yeah I could see that, I guess when I’m
protecting something like my brother and my club I put on a fake act so no one
would really get me.” You made your way over to the sofa where their friend
Luke was laying. You sat down in front of him and started to wave your hand
over him, you were started to heal him as you could see the purple smoke that
was coming from your hands. After a while you could feel your energy starting
“Alec come here” you yelled as he made his
way over towards you. “Sit please” You grabbed ahold of his hand when he sat.
“I’m sorry I need some of your energy I hope you don’t mind”
“If it helps him I don’t care” Without
Alec’s energy you didn’t know if you could do it so when he let you, it took a
weight off of your shoulders. Soon you were done and when you finally remove
your hands you fell right back on Alec.
“I’m sorry” you said slowly as you try to
“Hey don’t worry about it, just rest” you
didn’t even have time to argued as you eyes slowly shut as you fell alseep with
your head resting on Alec’s shoulder.
“Alec we told you to help her, not sleep with her” Jace said as him and
Clary enter into the house. Alec glared up at the boy.
“She resting, after all she used up all of
her energy healing Luke.” He said as he pointed towards the man on the sofa.
“LUKE” Clary yelled as run over to the man
“Quite” Alec said “She’s sleeping”
“Oh what does Alec have a crush” Jace tease
“Shut it” Alec said. Right after that your
eyes started to flutter open. You sat up from leaning against Alec. Your first
thought was to look over at Alec
“Thank you” You said as you got up and
walking over to a now sitting up Luke with Clary. He looked fine and you were
happy that the spell worked.
“How are you feeling” You asked Luke
handing him a drink from your table.
“I’m good,thank you for helping” He said as
he sipped the drink.
“No worries, I have magic might as well do
something useful with it every once and a while”
“Warlock? He questioned
“Oh yes, sorry I forgot you were out of it
when I met you. My names Y/N Bane” you told him as you held out for him to
shake his hand. He shook it back and asked “Would I be able to leave? I have a
pack that needs me.”
“Yes you can leave, but try and take it
easy for the next little bit”
“Don’t worry he will” Clary said for him as
she helped him put on his jacket. Jace walked over to help the two and to also help
them leave. As they left Jace said “Help the girl clean up Alec”.
“What do you need me to do” Alec asked
“Umm” you said looking around. You really
didn’t need any help, you were just going to used your magic. “I think I’m
good” you told him as you waved your hand around making your purple magic
appear once again. You soon had everything back in place.
“I forgot about your magic” Alec stated
“Don’t worry about it, I think Jace did
too” You said as you turn to face him. For the first time, you atcually got a
good look of his face. His hazel eyes stared down at your Y/E/C eyes. You both
leaned in when you heard a voice.
“Really Y/N? I leave for a few days and you
already have a boy in our house” It was Magnus. You both pulled back and turned
to look at your brother.
“Oh at least he’s cute” Magnus said as you
stood there rolling your eyes. Giving your brother one last glance you pulled
Alec towards your room.
“Imagine getting a job at the Jokers club and the Joker taking interest in you but you have your eyes on someone else.”
“Could you write something where Reader meets the Joker and he’s interested, but she’s more interested in Harley, and Harley returns those feelings?? Thank you! ❤”
A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever done something like this. So I hope you guys like it!
Warnings: Suggestive stuffs
It’d been about a month since you moved to Gotham. Honestly, you still felt like you were never going to get used to this damned city. A friend of yours had let you live with her and even helped you find employment. Unfortunately, it was as a dancer at a club. Not just any club but a night club owned by the Clown Prince of Crime, Gotham’s very own ‘Joker’. Not surprisingly, the club was always busy and getting employment there ended up not being that hard. Working at the club wasn’t that bad if you were being honest. You were paid well and treated decently, so things were pretty good.
You leaned against the bar counter. Your body was still pumping with adrenaline from the dance you’d just performed. The bartender placed your drink on counter, offering you smile before he returned his attention to the other patrons. You picked up the glass, downing a generous amount of it. The drink did little to cool you down but you didn’t mind.
You looked over your shoulder at a man you’d seen many times but had never actually spoken to. Honestly, you didn’t think he’d know your name. “Frost?”
My writer’s block suddenly left and I was finally able to get some work done. Hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think: likes are appreciated but reblogs, comments, and messages make my day and encourage me want to want to update faster!
P.S. After this, things in Prythian get VERY interesting.
“I’m not sure when Lucien’s family are planning on making their move, so I need you to keep an especially watchful eye on them, Azriel.” The quiet Illyrian warrior nodded, I could have sworn I saw the shadows around him darken in response as if they were eager for the new challenge I had posed. “As I’d predicted, they’ve decided to affiliate themselves with Tamlin and the King of Hybern, which means that we now have another person aiming for the targets on our backs.”
“And,” Mor added, “it means that you’ll also have to take necessary precautions, Feyre. The Autumn Court are a sneaky group of bastards. And although they’ve denounced Lucien I wouldn’t put it past him to report any suspicions he has to his family.”
A devilish smirk spread across my lips. “Oh, I don’t think we’ll have Lucien to worry about, Mor, Rhys assured, “She’s already taken care of him.” Four pairs of eyes stared back at me, drowning in confusion.
“Ah,” Cassian finally grinned, understanding and more than a hint of amusement causing his eyes to glow like liquid amber. “You threatened him with Elain, didn’t you?” The look in my eyes was the only needed confirmation. “Well played, Feyre,” he appraised.
The mention of my sisters caused sudden fear and worry to strike my chest. I hadn’t seen Nesta or Elain since they had been forcibly dunked into that damned Cauldron and turned into Fae. The last image I had of them both was in the King of Hybern’s courtroom—Nesta, eyes burning with hatred and rebellion. And Elain, sweet, innocent Elain too had burned with a fiery inferno I hadn’t seen before.
Cassian, whom Rhysand had informed me had been in charge of training and helping my sisters adjust to their new bodies, seemed to become flustered and unsure of how to answer the question.
“They’re fine,” he finally answered. “Or rather…they’re adjusting. It hasn’t been an easy process, as you’re well aware of.” Just as I had expected. I thought back to my own experiences of the long process of which I had to go through to finally become adjusted to my Fae body.
Rhysand placed a gentle hand at the small of my back, the signal for my time of departure. Fear and longing held my heart in its icy grip. It suddenly dawned on me that this may be the last time in a very long time that I would see them. My family.
I met each of their gazes in turn. As if they, too, had sensed that it was now time for me to leave, all four members of my Court, my Family placed a fist to their hearts, heads bowed in reverence. This was not a time for goodbyes, there was no need. No matter what events would take place in the future I knew I had to hold on to the tiny glimmer of faith I had that I would see them all again.
Rhysand led me outside and before we even reached it I spotted the massive night wings and glistening beak that could only belong to the Eranaten. I held my hand out to the graceful creature, allowing her to become familiar with my scent before stroking an idle hand down her beak. She purred, leaning into my touch.
“Rajani will take you as far as the outskirts of the Summer Court. Tarquin has assured that no harm will come to you as you travel through,” Rhysand informed me. “The Day, Dawn, and Winter Courts, however, have still not outwardly pledged their allegiance to either side, so please be cautious.” I nodded, secretly amused with his doting.
“Has there been any progress on finding a way for us to communicate without Tamlin or anyone discovering it?” I asked, fingers lightly scratching behind Rajani’s ears.
Frustration, not directed towards me, but at our situation flickered in his eyes. “Azriel’s been searching for loopholes, but still hasn’t found a way for an undetectable correspondence.” I had known better than to get my hopes up, but still hearing those words caused my heart to unexpectedly plummet.
“We’ll find a way,” I said, more to reassure myself than anything. “The King of Hybern isn’t all-knowing. There must be somewhere his eyes are looking, his ears aren’t listening. We’ll find a way,” I repeated.
The violet in Rhysand’s eyes turned midnight black as he murmured, “Until then, Feyre, you cannot completely close yourself off to me. Although I cannot physically be there for you, I can be there for you mentally. I just have to have some…reassurance that you’re alright.”
“Are you worrying about me, Rhys?”
He offered a small, sad smile, stepping closer. A hand reached up and brushed back a strand of hair that had come loose at some point, a thumb gently caressing my cheek. “It would seem that worrying is a side effect of the Mating Bond. In fact, I’m almost positive I’ve seen more than a few grey hairs since you’ve left.” I reached a hand up, running my fingers running through his hair as I’d done so many times before. “I’ve waited hundreds of years for you, Feyre. I’ve been through what I’d thought was hell and back, but…you. Having them take you away from me…now that is one thing I’d never be able to recover from.” I was taken aback by the pain and fear in his eyes. Of the memories that still haunted him after all these years.
“Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken away from me.”
“I won’t shut you out this time, I promise,” I whispered, “Nothing will happen to me, Rhys.”
He said nothing for a while, his eyes slowly scanning over my face as if to memorize each and every small detail. Still holding my gaze he offered me his hand. “Dance with me.”
As if he had summoned it, the sweet melody of a violin, the feathery whispers piano, the steady beat of drums and angelic song of a harp circled around us. I smiled at him, gave him my hand, dared a step closer. I leaned in to the warmth of his hand at the small of my back, of his lips grazing the shell of my ear, the curve of my neck, pressing tender kisses to my shoulderblades.
Suddenly he spun me away from him before pulling me back, his lips a hairsbreadth away. A wicked smile was spread across them, and I couldn’t help laughing. Rhysand joined, and I rested my head on his chest.
Warm breath tickled my ear, sending delicious shivers dancing down my spine. “I love you,” he whispered. This may be the last time in a long time I would be held in his arms, lean into his touches, hear my name come off his tongue. I wanted to memorize all of it, to store it in my memories to relive in my dreams over and over again.
I was certain that no matter how many times he would whisper those words to me, they’d still cause my heart to sputter, fill my chest with an impossible need to be closer to him.
“I love you,” he said again. And when he said it this time he whispered the words as if I was his entire world.
I couldn’t count the number of kisses Rhys and I exchanged before he, begrudgingly, let me go. As I sailed above the bright lights of Velaris I could have sworn I spotted a dark shadow darting in between the mountains around me, a certain pair of violet eyes watching from afar. The feeling stopped only once I’d crossed over into the Day Court.
Rajani flew swiftly and silently over the rolling green hills of the Day Court, through the long stretches of meadows and rivers of the Dawn Court, above the snow-capped mountains and frost-laden trees of the Winter Court. When we finally made it to the familiar crystal blue seas of the Summer Court, the sun was slowly beginning to rise. Panic clutched my heart in its icy grip as I wondered if I’d be able to winnow through the Spring Court and make it back to my rooms before anyone discovered my absence.
As if sensing my unease, Rajani suddenly lurched forward as if she had not been flying to her full potential before. I grinned, memories of great Illyrian wings, hair whipping at my face and warm hands clutching me against his chest rushing back at me.
“Thank you, Rajani,” I whispered, stroking her beak. She let out a quiet screech before launching back into the sky with one mighty sweep of her wings. I blinked, and she was gone as if she had only been a figment of my imagination.
I felt those feelings clawing at me and instead decided to stretch out my own wings before shooting into the air, the early morning wind and sun kissing my face but there was no time to enjoy it. I raced towards the castle of the Spring Court, death at my back, anxiety digging its ugly claws.
Then I was at the outskirts of the woods, winnowing in between shadows so as not to be seen, silent as death. I raced up the stairs and to my bedroom, finding the veil I’d put in place just as it had been before I left.
I was just able to slide back into bed and rest my head on a pillow before a soft knock sounded at my door.
“Feyre? Are you awake?”
I made sure to wait a few seconds, deepening my voice like that of someone who had just awoken from sleep. “Yes, Alis. Come in.”
The small faerie shuffled inside, smiling broadly. “Master Tamlin wishes to see you,” she says. “I’ll draw your bath and send someone to fetch you breakfast before you go to meet him.”
I forced a grateful grin. “Thank you, Alis.”
I bathed and dressed in another ridiculous dress, missing the breezy, comfortable style of my home. Biscuits, tea, and bacon sat on my dresser, and I managed to leave the plate clean and the cup empty before going to meet Tamlin.
Odd didn’t fully convey the feeling I felt while walking through the halls of Tamlin’s home. I truly felt like a stranger, an invader, a spy within these walls.
I didn’t bother to knock on the door before bursting into Tamlin’s study. The sight that greeted me caused me to stumble back a few steps.
They were getting bigger, you were sure of it now. Tugging the tail of your shirt down for the umpteenth time, you waddled your way into the kitchen to find something to eat. Going in public was such a strain on you, trying to negotiate the stores with such a huge belly. All the while you felt like everyone was staring at you.
You were in a bit of a tight spot now, though. What little savings you had set back had gone into your rent. Now you were down to maybe $100 to your name. As though the world enjoyed mocking you with bad luck, when you’d called a local agency to ask about surrendering children for adoption, they had informed you they only took human children, directing you to another agency that might help. You’d looked into them but…something about their facilities and reviews online made it sound like they weren’t that great. Poor living conditions, allegations of skimming state funding for non-related purchases, not to mention the place it was in was an awful part of town.
Sitting on your couch, you shifted back until your belly rested on the cushions beneath you. Your skin bulged outward as one of them moved, shifting and stretching their various limbs. Despite the momentary discomfort, you poked at the spot and chuckled when another bump pushed against you.
As you ate a meager meal, your mind drifted, and something occurred to you. There was a third option…getting in touch with their “father” or whatever he was and making him take them. The idea of seeing him again made you almost physically ill, but..the alternatives weren’t great either.
You were just about to pick up your phone to message one of the friends who’d set you two up when you heard a knock at the door. Cursing, you shouted ‘just a second’ and slowly got to your feet. Your back complained as you hobbled to the door and opened it.
And there he was…
He looked a little tired, probably just barely better than you yourself looked. His skin was almost sickly looking and the rich blue of his mantle was rather dull. He opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated, eyes drifting down to your huge belly. You could see his chest tremble as his breath caught in his throat. Finally his gaze came to yours.
“….Hi.” How eloquent.
“I should slam the door right now,” you said. Gripping the door tightly, you realized you hadn’t entirely ruled out that possibility.
“I know. You should.” His gaze flicked away, falling to the floor to study the tiles behind you. “You have every right…for what I’ve done to you.” He explained that your friends had contacted him a couple of days ago. Apparently they were concerned for your well being and hoped he could help. You tried to fold your arms and look unimpressed, but gave up when you realized they rested directly on your stomach now.
“What makes you think I WANT your help?” you snapped.
“You /need/ it,” he emphasized. “At least…” He sighed heavily and shook his head. “Let me help you until the children are born and you get back on your feet.”
The sincerity in his voice was annoying. You knew he was genuinely sorry for what had happened, there was no doubt about that. You needed the help, and this was all his fault.
“Fine,” you said, waving your hand. “But don’t think this means I’ve forgiven you or anything.” Fixing him with a hard look, you tilted your head. “How much longer is this going to go on anyway?”
“Probably another six weeks.”
“Six w-!” You put a hand to your head and hobbled back to sit down. He followed, leaning on the back of the couch to watch you. “Are they going to keep getting bigger?!”
“Probably not,” he said, shaking his head a little. His eyes stayed on your belly now. “Least not a lot.”
“That’s SO comforting, thank you.” One of the things moved and thumped at your belly again. Rubbing your temples, you shifted into the corner of the couch and leaned back. This was going to be such a long 6 weeks.
(Very slice of lifey I know. This story kinda took on a life of it’s own. The characters even have names now! His name is Darren and “your” name is Jamie, as suggested by my readers <3 -Nona)
The next little step actually started yesterday. After my son had spent his after school time keeping me company while I did my yoga, I thanked him for keeping me company. Told him I loved that he was happy to spend time with his mom, I then gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug, and I let it linger a bit. He soon had to rush off to his bedroom (I assume to masturbate, but I am not sure, I have not been able to confirm that at all).
I headed off to my shower as I was extremely turned on and proceeded to utilise my shower head to its full potential and gave myself a mind blowing orgasm
Jump forward to today and he was promptly home from school again. Ready to keep me company as per usual. About ¾ way through my usual routine and I “cramped” a calf muscle. I asked if he could rub it out for me. I saw his face become flushed, but he agreed. I sat on the sofa with my leg over his lap. My knee bent so he could get to my calf, my foot sitting on his thigh. I could see him getting hard in his pants as he rubbed my calf. After he was done I stood up and thanked him. I have him a tight hug, I could feel him pressed against me. I have him a kiss on the cheek and let him go off to his room.
This is the story of my first time feeling my sons cock against me.
I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did. I had another amazing orgasm in the shower afterwards. I even said his name as I did.