#sharon: *gasp* yes??

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

He’s Just Not Into You » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader with Sharon Carter

Summary: Steve isn’t into Sharon, but he’s in Y/N.

Warnings: Fluff, implied Smut (18+), language, flirting, kissing, pet names (sweetheart)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

You walk in the conference room of the Avengers Compound, smiling when you seen Steve. He wasn’t alone. Sharon Carter was also there. She was shamelessly flirting with him like she always does. You leaned against the doorframe and decided to watch for a moment.

“We should hangout sometime.” Sharon says in a flirty tone, rubbing her fingers along his bicep.

“Does this count as hanging out?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

She let out a laugh and grasped his bicep. Steve furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what’s funny. You sighed and decided to step in and help him out. You walked over to him and took a seat on his lap, wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders.

“I was wondering where you were, Stevie. Are we still going out for lunch?” You asked, playing with his hair.

“Excuse me!” Sharon practically squeals. “Him and I were in the middle of a conversation!” She says.

You rolled your eyes and shrugged your shoulders, completely ignoring her.

“If we have to reschedule our lunch date, I completely understand.” You say with a playful pout.

“Date?” Sharon asks.

“Date, meaning where two people who like each other go out and have a good time.” You explained.

“I know what it means!” She says.

“You asked.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

You turned your attention back to Steve, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Are you canceling on me, Stevie?” You asked with a pout.

“No, of course not, sweetheart!” Steve starts. “Let me finish up here and I’ll come find you.” He says.

You smiled and kissed his cheek before getting off of his lap.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Captain.” You say with a flirty wink before walking out of the conference room.

Sharon scoffed and crossed her arms. You waited for Steve in the lounge room. Steve kept his word and didn’t keep you waiting and found you in the lounge room.

“You ready to go?” Steve asks.

“Yes I am.” You smiled. “One more thing before we go.” You say, cupping his cheeks and kissed him hungrily, catching Steve by surprise.

Steve’s hands found their place on your waist and pulled you against his body. Your hands found their way to his hair and gave it a tug, making him groan a little.

“Alright, let’s go.” You say with a grin.

Steve held his hand out for you to take which you happily did.

“Steve!” You two heard Sharon’s voice from behind you guys.

You two turned around to see Sharon walking up to you guys.

“How come you’ll go out with her and not me?” Sharon asks, almost whining.

“It’s simple, Sharon. He’s just not into you.” You tell her.

“I don’t believe you.” She says, crossing her arms.

“It’s true.” Steve speaks up. “I like her.” He says, wrapping his arm around your waist, making you smile.

“I- whatever!” She says with a scoff, turning around and walked away.

You giggled and waved as she walked away. Steve sneakily slid his hand down your side, finding its way to your ass and gave it a squeeze causing you to gasp and look up at him to see a smirk plastered on his face.

“Getting a little too handsy there, aren’t you, Captain?” You say.

Steve turned you to face him, pulling your body against his. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily. You moaned into the kiss.

“I’m hungry for something else.” Steve says in almost a whisper.

“Oh yea?” You say, biting your lower lip.

“How about we take this to my room?” He suggests.

“Lead the way, Captain.” You say seductively, looking into his blue eyes that are now clouded with lust.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[ripleylove]

You rock my world.

pairing: Jey Uso x fem OC (Sharon).

genre:fluff and suggestive?

summary: As Jey and his twin brother Jimmy were eating at a Chinese restaurant,in front of them passed a beautiful girl,that Jey instantly took a liking on.

A/N: hi! posting this at almost 6 am cause seeing rhea on my screen after like three months gave me motivation so ye ALSO I couldn't sleep so I said fuck it in gonna post after weeks. hope y'all enjoy!!! <3

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The ramen shop Jey and his twin brother Jimmy were eating in was full to the brim,but,with a bit of persuasion,they managed to convince the owner to let them sit on the big window placed at the front of the traditional restaurant.

"C'mon,Jey! You promised you were gon' pay this! Why you arguing with me?" Jimmy exclaimed while making dramatic hand gestures to prove his point.

Jey sighed,and,clumsily,placed a hot dumpling in his mouth, enjoying the warm sensation it brought.

"Nah,uce,you are paying for it." Jey nonchalantly said,and Jimmy audibly gasped,making a few heads turn.

"You can't be for real! I paid the last time,so now it's your turn,uce!"

"But it was your idea to come here,why do I gotta pay!" Jey exclaimed,putting his wood chopsticks in his ramen bowl as he tragically turned to his twin brother.

As Jimmy's third plate of spring rolls arrived,Jey rolled his eyes.

"See? You wanna eat like a damn pig, you're gonna make me broke! That's what you're paying for,I ain't paying nothing." Jey said with a sassy tone to his voice,but their arguing quickly stopped. (or,at least, Jimmy's arguing.)

"Ooooo,look at that! God damn!" Jimmy muttered under his breath,and Jey couldn't help but stare at the beautiful girl passing just in front of them.

Her pitch black curly hair extended to her back, accentuating her brown and glowy skin.

Her red velvet dress flowed by its own on her perfect body,fitting like a glove on her curvy figure.

Her plump lips decorated with brown lip liner and lip gloss that was slightly lighter,and her perfectly made shimmer eyeshadow added more details to her flawless self.

Her matching stilettos completed her outfit, together with her black Birkin bag and her big gold hoop earrings.

Jey looked at her with,almost,heart eyes.

The confidence that her aura radiated, was able to captivate everybody's interest,and Jey wasn't any different.

As she was making her way to the bar where she would have to meet her best friend Karina,she turned around to make eye contact with the twins,but,especially,with Jey.

"Oh,man. She's looking at you!" Jimmy said,while teasingly nudging his younger twin's muscular shoulder.

Jey immediately acted confident,rubbing his beard with his rough fingers,while looking at the girl he deeply desired.

"That girl is mine." Jey said,standing up from his seat at the window,his twin mirroring his actions.

As he was standing,she was still looking at him,and as she saw him starting to approach,she smirked and started walking away.

Jey didn't hesitate to run out of the restaurant,but,as him and Jimmy were finally out,they couldn't manage to find her.

"That's it,man! This is how I lose the prettiest girl I've ever seen!" Jey whined,and looked at his brother with a look of defeat.

But,after some seconds,the girl came back to their sights,and she was just some meters away.

"She's so pretty." Jey whispered,as he watched her passing in front of him, probably heading to a bar close by.

The realization hit,and Jey decided to chase the most beautiful girl he's ever seen,while she was directed to the bar.

Entering the place,with both of the twins following behind her,she greeted her best friend Karina with a hug,that was reciprocated.

Besides the two pretty girls,a classy and quite old looking guy approached,and tried to hit on the girl Jey desired.

"Hey,I bet you, can't nobody get that girl." Jimmy whispered in Jey's ear,and the youngest twin rolled his eyes.

"Jim,I can get her." Jey looked at his brother with a 'I'm done with your bullshit' kind of look,and Jimmy tsked.

"I bet you never-Neverland,you can't." Jimmy teased his brother with a nudge in a joking manner.

"Watch me get that girl." Jey securely admitted,looking at the girl he wanted.

"C'mon,uce. Hurry up or they're gon' steal her from you!" Jimmy motivated his twin brother,and Jey finally decided to make a move.

With a confident walk to the front bar,Jey quickly but surely reached the girl he liked,and she was staring at his every move with her ocean siren eyes.

Jey offered his palm to her,a gesture that she immediately understood.

She removed her hand from the old man's grasp,and took Jey's instead.

A sincere smile lingered on Jey's face,while she wrapped her hands around his neck,and he wrapped his around her small but curvy waist,as a ballad song graciously embraced the two in a bubble of softness.

Her body moved gracefully against his,and Jey's large hands caressed oh,so tenderly her back,that was exposed thanks to her charming red velvet dress.

The dim yellow light of the bar created an intimate atmosphere,and her sparkly honey flavored body oil made her whole figure outstand.

As the chorus of the song gently filled the two lovebirds' ears,her icy blue eyes looked up at his chocolate ones,and they could already feel the connection between each other.

"So,what's your name,ma?" He asked while still looking at her,and he swore he saw a flush lingering on her cheeks for a moment.

"Sharon. Yours?" She asked back,and he smiled at her soft tone of voice,and he didn't hesitate to answer.

"Joshua,but I like to be called Jey." He admitted,and she mirrored his previous smile.

"Jey." She whispered under her breath with a sheepish smile,and,to him,it seemed like his name gilded off your tongue like honey.

"You could also call me yours." He added with a wink,and she rolled her eyes playfully.

"So...do you wanna get outta here?" He asked after some other songs played in the background (and after they danced them all),hopeful that you would agree.

In fact,she nodded and he let go of her waist,wrapping his large hand around hers,and the sensation it brought was priceless.

Jimmy was sitting at the front bar drinking his second glass of Martini,when he saw the both of them coming towards him with joined hands.

"I suppose you really did get her,uce. Wouldn't have expected my bro to have such a talent!" Jimmy snorted,taking another sip of his alcohol,and Jey gestured to him to shut up.

"Shut up! Uce, I'm gonna use your car to take Sharon out of here,and you gon' take a taxi. Got it?" Jey didn't even give time to his twin brother to respond when he gave you his (twin's) jacket,and brought you out of the bar.

Jimmy sat on the stool of the front bar with a deeply confused expression and he asked to himself,

"Did he just steal my car and my jacket?"

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[bgwlsmahf25]

Heat Of The Moment

Pairings: Carol Danvers x fem!reader; Maria Hill x fem!reader (platonic); Nick Fury x fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: brief mention of injuries; reader gets hurt

Summary: you put yourself in danger one too many times and Carol gets worried. A heart to heart is needed…

Genre: hurt/ comfort

a/n: I watched the Marvels today so Carol’s on my mind ;)

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You were laughing with some of your SHIELD colleagues when Carol marched in. “I want you to quit your job,” she demanded.

“Um.. ok. What’s wrong?”

Your colleagues muttered awkwardly and moved away giving you and Carol some space. You sighed and gestured around you. “You had to do it here?”

“I’m sorry,” she replied gently. “But when Maria Hill calls me up to inform me that my girlfriend’s been injured, I get worried. You didn’t think to mention you got shot?! Twice!”

“Let’s start with the part where Maria called you. Why?” Carol looked away. “Why Carol?”

“Oh it’s ‘Carol’ now?”

“It is until you stop acting so damn mysterious and tell me why my boss has you on speed dial!”

“Ladies!” Nick Fury’s voice rang out across the office. He pointed to the conference room. “Both of you. Now.”

You refused to sit down, instead pacing the length of the room looking anywhere but at Carol. You were angry and confused that she’d gone behind your back and taken protective measures without consulting you.

Carol sat down, watching you and saying nothing. Fury finally broke the silence. “What’s the damn issue? Yelling in the workplace like children is not professional.”

“Going behind my back is not professional!” you shouted. “Checking in on me without involving me is not professional! Having my boss on speed dial is not professional Carol.”

“Please stop calling me Carol!” she snapped. Taken aback, you stared at her in surprise. “And don’t give me that look. You know why. I’m off world 355 days a year. I’m not here. And it’s great you’re working for SHIELD. I know that’s your dream. But then you signed up to missions, to more, and suddenly I’m two galaxies away receiving calls from your boss telling me you can’t talk to me because you’re lying unconscious in a hospital bed, damn near close to dying!” Tears were pooling in your girlfriend’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I don’t make it easy. I’m sorry I don’t always communicate. But I’m not quitting missions or SHIELD to make you feel safer. I came alive Carol. Storming those bases, analysing intel, working with the Avengers, working with you… I’m not giving it up now I’ve experienced it. You can’t ask me to do that.”

Carol rubbed at her eyes then looked at you coldly. “Then I guess we’re not meant for each other y/n.” She got up and left the room, ignoring your stammering voice.

“I think you just got dumped,” Fury informed you.

“Yes I’m well aware of that!” you snapped, exiting the room angrily.

You headed straight for your room and fell on your bed, bursting into tears. You were so happy when Carol had first looked at you then talked to you and then eventually kissed you. You had everything you could possibly want… and you’d just lost it all.

***

Several weeks later, you were on a standard recon mission for SHIELD. Captain America was supporting but it was considered unlikely he’d be needed. You knew he was there to keep an eye on Sharon Carter, as they’d recently started seeing each other.

The thought made you smile and your heart ached with a memory of Carol and the cheeky looks she’d send you in meetings that were meant to be serious.

“I’ve got the back,” you informed your team mates on comms, running to a padlocked door. A simple silent detonation device blasted it open and you headed inside, gun at the ready.

“All clear-“ Someone crashed into you making you gasp and drop your gun. You scrabbled with one hand trying to find it and someone trod on your fingers making you yelp.

The attacker picked you up and threw you with force against the far wall. You hit your head, cried out and everything went black.

***

Slowly you opened your eyes to see your hand smothered in bandages, an IV poking out. One leg was in a cast, supported by a sling from the ceiling. You could feel tight skin across your right cheek and winced when you touched it.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Maria strode into the room, clipboard in hand, Dr Cho behind her. “Helen’s done some cell reconstruction on your cheek, it was ripped apart by exposed steel supports in the wall.”

“Deputy Director Hill, with all due respect, Agent y/l/n should be resting right now. She has just had major surgery and needs time to recover. Questioning can wait,” Dr Cho announced.

“Doctor, as I’ve told you, I just need a few minutes to ask some questions.” Maria shot the doctor a firm gaze. “Five minutes.”

Helen muttered then swiftly left the room, talking intently to herself. Maria watched her go then turned to you. “Agent.”

“Maria,” you replied, “you’ve known me for six years.”

“Fine… y/n, don’t you ever pull crap like that again.” Her tone was firm but her eyes twinkled. “You gave us all a fright. What were you thinking charging into danger like that?”

“Cap was on support and I’ve run far more dangerous ops than this one Maria.”

“Cap’s eyes were on Sharon Carter.” Maria sighed. “I’m over-ruling Fury on that one next time.”

“Hmm.. let me be a fly on the wall for that conversation,” you smirked, making Maria roll her eyes.

“Now then, as for the – “

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!” Carol barged into the room, breathing heavily like she’d run a marathon and glaring at you.

“Why hello to you too,” you replied. “You’ve interrupted a mission debrief so if you join the queue in the corridor…”

“You’re not that popular, don’t flatter yourself,” Maria teased, shutting up when she noticed Carol’s side eye. “Okay, y/n we can resume this later.” She quietly exited the room.

You glared at Carol. “I was working.”

“You got thrown against a brick wall, had your face torn apart by a steel barrier, broke three bones in your foot and fractured four fingers… that is not working!”

“Touche. Someone read my file.”

“Y/n…” Carol whimpered. “Please. Talk to me.”

“As I recall we’re not meant for each other so we probably shouldn’t be talking,” you replied coldly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry y/n.”

“Sorry isn’t enough anymore.” You leant back on your pillow and closed your eyes. “We’re done here Carol.”

“Sweet…”

“Don’t even start.”

Silence fell. You slowed down your breathing and heart rate. Having Carol back was making you feel all sorts of emotions and you didn’t want to admit you were over the moon to see her. You lay further back against your pillows and soon drifted off into a restless sleep.

***

Hours later you opened your eyes. You turned your head slightly to see painkillers being drip fed into you.

“Hey… how are you feeling?”

You looked tiredly at Carol. “Like I lost a fight with a brick wall.”

“I deserved that.”

“Yeah. You were mean.” You sighed.

“But?”

“What makes you think there’s a but?”

“Always is with you,” she chuckled and your heart leapt at the sound.

“But… so was I. We both said some things.”

“We sure did.”

“We’ve said worse,” you commented dryly making her chuckle again. “But you were mean. I get where you’re coming from though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re away 355 days of the year. You live in space. I’m not always up there. I worry too. This isn’t a one-way street hun.”

“Hun?”

“Term of endearment. Short for honey. Aka you.”

Carol smirked and moved closer, perching on the edge of your bed. She ran a hand over the good side of your face, pressing her fingertips against your lips gently. You kissed them smiling up at her.

“I miss you,” you whispered.

“I was out of line,” she replied. “What I said… I said it because I love you y/n.”

You stared at her. Neither of you had said the three little words yet and hearing her say them made you smile. “I love you too dumbass.”

“Oh I’m the dumbass? You’re the one who took on a brick wall.”

[sosa2imagines]

I know where I belong. Part 7

----------------------------------------------------- Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Angst for Steve, fluff for everyone. -----------------------------------------------------

Later that night, Y/n and Bucky were enjoying in their room, laughing about the whole incident, yet keeping 'Scooby' safe with them. Bucky playfully gasped when you dropped 'Scooby' by mistake. "Oh my god, my son! It's okay mommy didn't mean to hurt you." The night was filled with laughter for you both.

Meanwhile, Steve just couldn't get the image of you and Morgan out of his head. Isn't this, what he had wished for, in the first place? He dragged his tired body, towards his bedroom. Maybe some alone time with Sharon, was what he needed at the moment. As soon as, he opened the door, he saw Sharon getting ready to go out. "Oh hey, you are back, you look tired" she says just glancing at him once, before continuing to get ready. "The mission was tiresome..." he tells her, too tired to talk. Once she is done getting ready, she looks at him, "Umm...have a warm bath you'll feel better, I'll see you." "Wait where are you going?" "I have an important meeting, I'm getting late, I'll see you later" "Can't you postpone it? Stay with me I need you!" "No Steve this meeting is important." "More important than me?" Steve whines too tired to fight... "Stop acting like a child Steve! you are a super solider, you'll feel better in few hours" she argues tired of his whining. "I need your help, Y/n would have..." "Y/n would have what?" Sharon cuts him mid sentence, yelling at him for mentioning you. Steve is shocked when he realizes, he used your name, but why did he? "Get your head straight and hopefully by the time I'm back, you are back to your senses" with that Sharon leaves. Steve strips down and drag his body to the bathtub, as soon as he feels the hot water, he starts to think about you, why did he thought about you today? why? Then his mind drifted to other memories of you, like how you use to take care of him, massage his body while he lays in the bathtub, how you would wash his hair, feed him and put him to sleep, but he shook his head and blamed his tired body for thinking about you.

Ever since, he was back, Steve had been going on missions after missions. Dealing with paperwork and training new recruits. He barely had the time for himself. As he lays on the bed alone, he stares at the ceiling. Thinking whether he took the right decision? After hours, Sharon did finally showed up later that night, in a disheveled state. Steve was too tired to notice, but that didn't stop Sharon from being mad at him for the mess in the room, ignoring his tired state, she kept the lights on purposefully just to annoy Steve, which resulted in him sleeping on the couch, you would never do this to him, he thinks about you again.

The next day, you and Bucky went out for your much awaited date! Saying yes to go on a date with Bucky was the best decision ever! He took you to a diner, that represent the 40s style. He was the perfect gentleman, on your way you had notice few girls drooling over him, trying to get his attention, but he kept looking ahead and at you, ignoring everyone else. Like only you existed on the planet. Bucky made you feel better, feel worthy of love again, like there was light at the end of the dark tunnel.

On the other hand Steve was miserable. Him and Sharon would have little and minor arguments, here and there, like any other couple would, but then they turn into more serious and loud arguments. It was only few months into the relationship, when the arguments started getting intense that led to resolving their issues by having make up sex and things would go back to normal for awhile. It would be a huge lie if Steve said, he was not getting fed of it. Now every argument would end up, with him sleeping on the couch, in his own room! That made him think about his situation relationship with Sharon. She knew Steve was dating you, yet neither of them pulled away from the kiss and one thing led to another.

But isn't this what he wanted? To finally be with a Carter? Isn't that the reason he left you. So why the hell was he not happy? Why he didn't like the fact that you and Bucky are spending way too much of time together? Everyone, even you warned him about Sharon, but she won't hurt him again? Right? He started to miss out the little things like, hanging out with his friends, enjoying movie nights, playing games, cooking, then he also started missing you. The time spent with you, how it was not just about only sex, you guys would cuddle, talk for hours without getting bored, go for long walks, and help him whenever he had nightmares. Sharon eventually did helped him in the beginning but later on she started to get annoyed she would tell him to suck it up, be man enough.

But now those are only memories, and now he lost his friends that are family along with you. Now he is living with just friends, who barely talk to him. Somewhere deep inside he was realizing his mistake he was no longer enjoying, infact he was suffering, but his ego and pride was bigger at the moment to make him accept the truth. Steve had made his mind. He hopes, no he believes Sharon will support his decision.

The next day FRIDAY alerted you about Steve assembling the the team, for a meeting. You all sat there, looking at each other confused. "Anyone knows, why Capsicle has called us?" Tony asks, looking at everyone. All he gets is a shrug. Steve arrives few minutes later minus Sharon.

"Thank you everyone, for coming here at the last minute." "Just tell us what it is" Nat tells him. "I'm here to announce my retirement."

----------------------------------------------------- Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- (Part 7 is here, lovely people. I hope you all like it. Comments and feedbacks are appreciated. Love you all) -----------------------------------------------------

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Stephanie Brown ran as quickly as her legs could take her, refusing to look back at the scene behind her.

The moment she heard her father's heavy boots staggering up the stairs, her whole body froze. She squeezed the 2B pencil in her hand tightly, as she heard him fumbling with his keys.

"Godammit, Sharon! Where are my fucking keys?"

Stephanie turned towards her mother, pupils blown wide in fear, desperately shaking her head with a silent plea. Her mother, with her frazzled hair and bags under her eyes, gave her a small smile that did nothing to reassure her. She watched as her mother patted her apron and approached the door, a forced smile spreading across her face.

"I'm coming dear...."

The moment the door swung open, Arthur Brown burst into the room, a bottle in hand. The smell of burgundy wafted into the room, nauseating her nose. He was fuming, at what Stephanie wasn't sure but she bit her lip and kept as quiet as she could, praying he wouldn't notice her. His eyes swept across the room and landed on her.

"Well, kid? Show some manners, will ya?

She plastered on a big smile.

"Wel....Welcome home, daddy....."

He staggered forward, a hand reaching out towards her. She flinched away from his touch, expecting the worst, when a large hand clamped down on her head. He mused her hair with a chuckle.

"Good girl...."

He patted her head like a dog as he took another swig of his beer before staggering away. Stephanie made a quick sigh of relief. He whipped and chugged the bottle as he lunged towards the sofa.

"What's for dinner, woman?"

Stephanie watched as her mother fiddled with her apron nervously.

"The chicken's in the oven and I'm making mash pota...."

A piercing sound of glass shattering filled the room. Stephanie jumped out of her chair in shock as her father suddenly jump up from the couch, smashing his glass bottle against the wall. Glass shards and alcohol littered the walls and floor of their little two room apartment.

"Chicken? Chicken? I asked for roast beef?"

Arthur Brown rose to his full height, towering over his wife and waving the smashed glass bottle like a bat. The woman leaned against the wall, cowering in fear as the man shouted strings of profanities and curses at her.

Stephanie had seen enough, she dashed out of the room and ran as fast as her little legs could take her. She cowered under her bed in fear and reached for the landline.

She quickly dialled "911" as she covered her ears.

"Pick up.... pick up.... please somebody....."

"Thank you for calling 911, how can I help you?"

She let out a deep breath.

"Yes, hi... um, I need help...."

"Hi, sweetie. What's your name?"

"I'm Stephanie Brown....."

"Hi, Stephanie, how can I help you?"

"Um...."

Stephanie didn't know what to say. She was about to response when a loud crash could be heard from the next room. Stephanie flinched.

"Stephanie honey, what was that?"

"That... That's my dad.... He's drunk...."

"He's drunk... ok sweetie, I need you tell me where are you?"

Furious typing could be heard from the other line.

"I'm in my room. Under my bed...."

"You're under your bed? Ok good.... Can you give me your address?"

"Um....I dunno....it's a small apartment."

"That's alright sweetie, the GCPD are on their way. Do you think you could give me a description of your building or apartment?"

Stephanie gave the description to the best of her ability but suddenly her father burst into her room.

"Where are you, little brat?"

Stephanie hiccuped in fear. Arthur noticed and dragged her out from under the bed. He noticed the phone in her hand.

"Who are you talking to? That better not be the cops!"

He quickly snatched the phone out of her hand and crushed it with his foot. Stephanie gasped in shock. He sneered at her as he left the room.

"You better clean this up, woman! That stupid brat called the coppers!"

Stephanie peaked out of her room to see her mother frantically sweep up the glass and mop the floor, wiping her puffy red eyes with her apron.

Moments later, the GCPD showed up. Arthur Brown opened the door with a wide smile. He had sobered up a little and had even managed to groom himself.

"Officers, what's the issue?"

The GCPD looked at him unimpressed.

"Somebody called for domestic violence?"

Arthur made a big show of acting unimpressed.

"That's just my daughter. She loves making prank calls."

"We need to have a look around the house."

Arthur shrugged.

"Be my guest. I was just having a little drink after work, you know to unwind. And my wife was watching some cheesy romcom...."

Stephanie frowned, she forgot how convincing a liar her father could be, even half drunk. He was a performer after all.

The cops looked around the room. There was nothing except a couple of bottles of beer and a sniffling woman watching a romcom.

"Alright, but we still need to talk the girl who made the call."

"Of course, Stephanie...."

Steph stumbled into the room. One of the cops knelt to her eye level.

"We need to have a little chat about your call, is that alright?"

Stephanie nodded as she followed the men out.

"Why did you call the police?"

Stephanie bit her lip, unsure of what to say.

"You can't just call the police anytime you like. Your parents obviously loves you, you don't want them to go to jail right?"

Stephanie shook her head unsure of what to say. The officer patted her head.

"Alright, be a good kid."

With that, they left. Stephanie sighed, in exhaustion. She headed back inside and noticed her mum hiding in the kitchen. She peeked in curious. In her hand, she held a tiny ziplocked packet of white powder. Stephanie gasped.

"Mum?"

She bursted out in shock.

The woman turned around to face the girl, quickly hiding the packet in her pocket.

"Mum, is that...?"

"That's nothing for you to be concerned about.... Go finish your homework, alright?"

She stroked Stephanie's head before heading into the master bedroom. Stephanie sighed as she trudged back into her own room. She looked out the window and saw the bat symbol. She put her hands together and prayed that someday Batman would save her too.

[justagalwhowrites]

Holly Jolly - Ch. 1: Jolly Old St. Nicholas

Joel takes Sarah to meet Santa and meets an overly friendly stranger in line. Chapter one of Holly Jolly, a modern no-outbreak AU TLOU fic.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: None really!

Length: 2.6k

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Joel Miller had never been big on Christmas. 

When he was a kid, it lost the magic pretty damn early. When your parents are just scraping by and are too proud to ask for help, the truth about Santa hits pretty young. From then on, it was just a constant reminder of what he didn’t have. Didn’t have parents who were willing to try to keep the magic alive for him and his brother, didn’t have a mother for his daughter, didn’t have a job that let him take time off to spend at home with her during the holidays. 

This year, it was the fact that he didn’t have the money to pull off Christmas at all. At least, not that he could figure out. 

“Daddy, look!” Sarah tugged on his fingers that were held tight in her sticky grip as they got in line, a sign that said “North Pole” over their heads. “Elves!” 

“Yes, Baby Girl,” he smiled down at her even though he didn’t much feel like it. “Elves, they’re here to make sure you’re a good girl while we wait in line.” 

“I’ll be good!” She said, first to him and then to a woman in peppermint striped leggings and a green felt dress. “I’ll be so good, I’ve been so good this year!” 

“I bet you have been!” The woman smiled before going back to counting people in line, ending with Joel and Sarah. He checked is watch - the band barely hanging on by a thread and the cheap plastic of the face chipped - and let out a small sigh of relief. They’d just made it, the mall closing in half an hour and the Santa line cut off time coming even sooner. 

“Wait!” There was a loud voice from behind him as the elf woman started roping off the line. He turned to see a woman who couldn’t be any older than him running toward the line, a girl about Sarah’s age on her hip. You all but skidded to a stop at the rope, the elf woman still holding the end of it. “Please, I’m so sorry, I got held up at work and it was just crazy tonight, can we still get in? We’ll be so quick, she’s so excited and I’ll buy the biggest photo package you have I promise.” 

The elf looked around and then lifted the rope. 

“Don’t tell anyone,” she smiled and gave the little girl a wink. “But only because you have been so good this year.” 

The little girl gasped as you set her down. 

“Aunt Cocoa, how did she know?” 

“Because she’s an elf,” you said, taking her hand. “Of course she knows!” 

Joel tried to not glare at you. You were wearing leggings that were covered in gingerbread men with a sweater that was the definition of an ugly Christmas sweater, green with tinsel and ornaments and lights hanging off it, a headband with antlers in your hair. He ground his teeth. 

Of course, it wasn’t your fault that it was only a week and a half to Christmas and he’d gotten fuck all done. And it wasn’t your fault that the only emotional energy Joel had was going to go toward making sure his daughter had a good night, not placating some childish woman. But damn, it sure seemed like you’d been dropped in front of him just to annoy him, the personification of all the forced cheerfulness that came with the holiday season right where he didn’t want it to be. 

“Aunt Cocoa!” The little girl by your side piped up. “Do you hear? It’s Rudolph!” 

You turned an ear toward the ceiling and smiled. 

“It IS Rudolph!” You said. “Now remind me, who is Rudolph again?” 

“He’s a reindeer!” Sarah piped up from her place at Joel’s side. He almost groaned. 

“Is he really?” You smiled down at her. “Who’s reindeer is he, do you think?” 

“Santa’s!” Sarah and the little girl you were with said at the same time and their faces lit up before they dissolved into giggles. 

“Hi!” Sarah smiled hugely, a gap where her front baby tooth had been just a few days earlier. “I’m Sarah!” 

“I’m Sharon!” The girl with you smiled back, also missing a tooth. “I’m five, how old are you?” 

“I’m five, too!” Sarah gaped at her, as though finding another child her age in line to see Santa was a miracle. “What school do you go to?” 

And just like that, they were off, chattering away in rapid fire, high pitched, little kid speak. You smiled at Joel, almost absently smoothing Sharon’s hair down, more like a parent would do than an aunt. 

“Hi,” you smiled at him as the kids babbled away to each other. Joel was pretty sure he heard the word Barbie from Sarah at the same time you gave your name. 

He frowned. 

“Thought your name was Cocoa.” 

“Oh,” you laughed. “Yeah, when Sharon was little - well, littler - I’d pick her up for girls’ day and the first stop was always Starbucks where I’d get a latte and she’d get a hot cocoa so I turned into Aunt Cocoa.” 

“Right…” Joel moved forward in line. 

“And what’s your name, Sarah’s… adult person?” You asked, smiling a little too broadly. There was glitter on your eyelids. Glitter. 

“I’m her Dad,” Joel said. “And I’m Joel.” 

“Good to meet you, Joel,” you just kept smiling. 

He was silent for probably too long before he realized he should probably respond. 

“You too.” 

Your smile fell a little but was still there and Joel turned to face forward again, Sarah still happily chattering to Sharon. 

The line, at least, was moving quickly and, as much as your syrupy tone and ridiculous outfit grated on him, Sarah’s patience for the line was far greater because Sharon was there for her to talk to. 

“So,” you were still smiling. How could someone smile that fucking long? Didn’t your face hurt? “These two seem to be getting on like a house on fire.” 

“Yup,” Joel said. The family in front of him stepped forward and Joel did, too. 

“Want to exchange numbers?” You asked. Joel raised his eyebrows at you and you stammered quickly. “I mean… you know, to try to get them together? Get some of that holiday energy out?” 

“If you want to give me her mom’s number,” Joel said, not especially wanting you to have his. 

You glanced down quickly at Sharon but she was laughing at something. Sarah laughed, too. 

“Well, I can’t…” you flinched a little. It was the first time he’d seen you not smiling like a maniac. “I’m kind of… Sharon lives with me?” 

You said it more like a question than a statement. 

“Right,” Joel said slowly. 

“So we could just trade numbers,” you smiled again. “Maybe the girls can go to a playground or something over the weekend?” 

The line moved again. 

“Sure,” Joel sighed, getting his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. He passed it to you and you took it, adding your number. 

“Just going to text myself…” you said absently and then handed Joel’s phone back, the message still pulled up. You’d just typed “Santa Joel” with a little heart emoji after it. Joel was still looking at the screen when two messages from you showed up. One was a selfie - one you’d clearly taken another time, no glitter eyelids or antlers in sight - and the other just your name, followed by a heart emoji. 

“Smile!” You said and he looked up from his phone to see you taking a picture of him. He frowned and your face fell a little bit. “You know, for the contact picture?” 

“Right.” 

He looked down at his phone again. When you weren’t dressed like Christmas had thrown up, you were… pretty. Really pretty. Beautiful, actually, with soft eyes and a gentle smile. You looked like the kind of person people just wanted to talk to. Just the kind of person Joel didn’t need in his life.

The line advanced and Joel moved up. 

“Excited for Christmas?” You asked after the two of you had been silent for another few minutes and had moved forward more. 

Joel glanced down, making sure Sarah was still distracted. Sharon had pulled a small notebook out of her coat pocket and Sarah was looking over her shoulder, carefully reviewing the mass of stickers on the page. 

“Sure,” Joel said, not about to say how he actually felt about it with Sarah this close by. He looked you up and down. “Looks like you’re ready for it.” 

“Oh,” you laughed a little, looking down at the ridiculous sweater. “Yeah, I guess so! Anything you’re excited for?” 

The line moved. Joel could see the leg of the tripod the camera was set up on now, at least. 

“The food, I guess,” Joel said, even though that wasn’t really true, either. He usually got some cookie dough from the store so Sarah could decorate and Tommy had volunteered to host Christmas dinner that year but Joel was almost positive that it was going to be a damn disaster. His little brother could barely make mac and cheese, he didn’t see a full feast going well. 

“So good, right?” You said. “I love…” 

“Look,” Joel said, glancing down at the girls again. “Sure you… mean well and all but we’re getting close to the front of the line and I’d rather just stand here for the next five minutes, alright?” 

“Oh,” your face fell a bit. “Right, I’m sorry, I… right. Sorry.” 

You looked off to the side and Joel faced forward again. 

He almost felt bad for it as they neared the front of the line, but then he heard you humming along with the stupid Christmas song playing on the speakers overhead and he stopped. 

“OK!” The elf woman smiled down at Sarah. “Are you all ready to see Santa?” 

“Yeah!” Sarah beamed up at her. 

“Well that’s good, because you’re next!” She said, looking around the corner toward Santa. “Alright, looks like he’s already for you! Let’s go!” 

She lifted the velvet rope and Joel nudged Sarah forward, her face lighting up when she saw the fat, bearded man on his throne. She ran over to him and clambered on his lap. 

“I’ve been so good this year!” She said before Santa even got a chance to say hello. He laughed and helped her up. 

“I’m sure you have been,” he said. “And what’s your name? 

“Sarah!” She smiled her patchwork smile and Joel smiled, too. “I’m five, almost five and a half!” 

“That half is very important,” Santa nodded sagely. “And what do you want for Christmas this year, Sarah?” 

“A Barbie Dream House!” She said. “And a new Barbie and Ken to live there!” 

Santa glanced up at Joel who was trying to not freak out. A fucking Barbie Dream House? That couldn’t be cheap. Money had been tight since he’d bought the house a few months earlier. 

It was the worst house he could find in the best school district and he was still house poor as a result of the fucking thing. And, of course, after he closed one of his jobs fell through, so him and Sarah had gotten by on now maxed out credit cards for two months since buying the damn house had wiped out his savings. 

He’d just gotten paid for the most recent job the day before, a sharp relief when he deposited the check. He’d been down to $17.87 in his checking account, happy that there’d been a sale on some canned shit a few weeks earlier so the pantry was at least somewhat stocked. How the fuck was he going to afford a Barbie Dream House? 

Santa looked back at Sarah. 

“We’ll just see what we can do about that,” Santa said kindly. “Do you think you can keep being a good girl for me?” 

She nodded eagerly. 

“Then I’m sure you’ll have a very happy Christmas,” he said. “Why don’t you look at that camera, we’ll take a picture together.” 

Sarah sat up straight and smiled so big her eyes scrunched shut and the camera flashed. She jumped down and Sarah took his hand as they went to the booth to buy the pictures. 

“He was so nice!” Sarah said. “And he smelled kind of like the apple pie we had on Thanksgiving and I think he knows that I’ve been real good, Dad.” 

“He was nice,” Joel said, looking at the screen with the picture of Sarah on Santa’s lap and then the price list. “And I’m sure he knows how good you’ve been…” 

How was it $25 for a print out of a picture and a frame made out of fucking card stock? The whole damn season was a racket. 

“Just package A,” Joel said to the man dressed like an elf, pulling out his wallet and handing over his debit card. 

“Do you think he can make a Dream House?” She asked, holding onto his fingers. “How do the elves make all those toys, anyway?” 

“Well, they work real hard…” 

“I’m sorry sir, but your card was declined,” the elf man held Joel’s debit card out to him. “Do you have another card?” 

Joel’s chest got tight. 

“Can you try it again?” He said. 

“Already did,” the man said. “Twice more. It’s declined.” 

“Just…” Joel pulled his phone out. “One sec.” 

He opened his banking app and looked at his account. The check he’d deposited at the end of the day yesterday was there but still pending, funds not yet available. Fuck. 

He only had two credit cards, both of them were maxed out. He opened his wallet, hoping he had a $10 bill he’d forgotten about, then he could do $10 cash and the other $15 on the card… and nothing. Joel took the card back and put it in his wallet. 

“Do y’all keep the photos for a few days?” Joel asked. “I can come back tomorrow…” 

You were suddenly there in the doorway, Sharon in front of you. 

“No, I’m sorry sir,” the man said. “We wipe all the memory cards at the end of the day.” 

Joel took a look at the screen, at Sarah’s giant smile, trying to remember it. 

“Right,” Joel said, squeezing Sarah’s little hand. “Thanks, anyway.” 

Sarah, at least, didn’t seem to even notice, even though Joel wasn’t sure the last time he felt so fucking low. He couldn’t even afford to buy his daughter’s Santa picture, how the fuck was he supposed to make Christmas happen? With a Barbie Dream House no less?

“Joel!” Your voice was loud behind him and he turned to see you running toward him, a plastic bag printed with holly and candy canes held out in front of you, Sharon trailing behind. He frowned as you stopped in front of him, panting for breath. “Sorry, I’ve done more running today than I have all year! Anyway, this is for you.” 

You held the bag out and Joel’s frown deepened, taking it and looking inside. It was Sarah’s Santa picture in the stupid card stock frame and an ornament, the same picture encased in plastic. 

“It was a great picture,” you smiled. “You should have a copy.” 

“I’m not lookin’ for charity.” 

“Oh,” your face fell a little. “I wasn’t… It’s not… Just pay it forward when you can, OK? Merry Christmas.” 

You didn’t wait for him to respond, just taking Sharon’s hand and walking away. 

Next Chapter

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PET STORE (TARLOS)

“Is it normal to name fish?” TK continues, straightening up. “Or is that not a thing fish owners do?” Carlos can’t stop the smile that stretches across his lips as he watches TK tap his card on the reader. He’s possibly the most adorable being Carlos has ever known, which is saying a lot because Carlos has met a lot of cute beings. “I think it’s nice,” he replies. “It gives them personality.” TK hums as he retracts his card. “Are you going to ask what I named the goldfish?” Carlos laughs softly, printing a receipt and handing it over, trying not to gasp as their skin touches briefly. “What did you name the fantail, TK?” TK looks at him, all green eyes and gorgeous lips stretched into a grin. “Carlos.” “Carlos?” Carlos asks, wondering if his face looks as pathetic as he feels. “Why would you name it that?” “Oh, I know a guy.” Carlos bites his lip and looks down at the counter. This has to be flirting. It feels like flirting. He desperately wants to ask TK if he’d like to go out for dinner, or maybe make out in the middle of his place of employment. There’s a staff room he could lead them to, although Sharon probably has a camera or five set up in there.  Instead, he says, “I think your goldfish is a female.”

EUROTRIP (RWRB)

“Just move the fucking bed, Henry.” “Right, yes.” After another minute of awkward manoeuvring, Alex hitting his head on a wooden slat and Henry apologising profusely, the phone is freed from between the wall and the bed frame and drops into Alex’s outstretched hand. He wiggles out from under the bed, victoriously clutching it in his fingers, before collapsing onto the mattress with an exaggerated sigh. “That will teach you not to fall asleep watching porn in bed,” he jokes, revelling in the flush that colours Henry’s cheeks. It’s become a staple of this trip and Alex thinks it’s so achingly beautiful that he’s started taking every opportunity to make it appear. “I wasn’t— You’re a plague on this earth,” Henry stammers, taking his phone from Alex’s hand before perching himself on his own bed, facing Alex as if they’re bunkmates on a school camp, about to tell each other their deepest, darkest secrets. “Thank you. Really.” “No problem,” Alex says as he leans backwards, resting his elbows on the bedspread. “So…” “So,” Henry repeats, almost shyly. “I—” “We—” They laugh awkwardly, Henry running a hand through his hair as Alex bites his lip. He doesn’t know where the hell either of them are going with this, but he gestures for Henry to go first and watches him wring his hands in his lap. “I just wanted to ask,” Henry says, looking down at his lap before allowing his eyes to flick upwards to Alex’s face. “What’s going on? Why do you seem so…” “Pissy?” “Yes,” Henry replies, huffing a laugh and giving Alex a tentative smile. “That.”

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Just Us

The Party (Part 2)

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TW: Kissing, pet names, fluff, the squaddd, sweet Jake, happy "couple", fake relationship

Note: Again, thanks to my wife, I'm getting this out as soon as possible. Love you @anyalikeslasagna!! I was also asked to tag @angieisme. Enjoy y'all!!

-------------------Jake Peralta------------------

You stood in front of the body sized mirror, trying to get the perfect picture to send to Jake. Your heels wouldn't look right in the normal pose you did, and the dress would ride up.

You decided on just lifting your leg a little, and making a little kiss-y face. "Perfect!" You exclaimed, sending it to him and then texting, 'im readyyy come onn'.

He replied quickly with a 'omw, look gorgeous btw 💅🏻', which made you giggle. You fixed your dress, grabbed your mini purse, and grabbed a drink from the fridge while waiting for your 'boyfriend' who you really, really want to be your boyfriend.

A knock pattered your door, startling you. "Coming!" You said in a sing song voice. You opened the door to a Jake you haven't seen before. He was dressed up, his shirt well buttoned up and a dark sage color. His black slacks and matte shoes matched perfectly with your shoes.

"You look even better in person, princess." He grinned. You giggled, blushing softly. "Thanks. You look amazing, too, Jakie." The name you called him made him pause, but he didn't mind it.

You stepped into his sort of clean car, the passenger seat cleaned out especially for you. "Thanks," You quietly said when he opened the door for you. "No problem, love." He replied. "Were not even at the party yet, why are you calling me these names?" You asked, buckling yourself in and watching him drive towards the precinct. "Getting into character." He smiled, his cheeks red.

When you finally arrived, he hopped out, opening your door for you. "So, before we go in, I'm gonna be holding you close to me as often as I can, ok? That good?" He asked you, fluffing up your hair for you. "Yeah, that's good." You smiled, looking into his eyes, admiring him.

He held your hand, your tiny fingers interlinked with his lengthy ones. You heard, you think, Terry call from across the room as you stepped out the elevator. "Jake! This must be the lady!" He smiled, his shirt way too tight for him, but you could see who you asssumed to be Gina eyeing him, so you knew she liked it.

"Hey, Terry! Yes, this is her, my gorgeous baby. Is Sharon here?" He asked, kissing your cheek after introducing you. You smiled at Terry, looking around for the only one you sort-of knew, Rosa. "Baby, where's Rosa?" You asked shyly. "She's over in the corner, babe. You can go see her, I gotta talk to Holt anyway. Have fun, love." He smiled, kissing you softly, holding you, then letting you walk away.

Jake walked with Terry, staring at you while you walked away. Rosa looked up, smiling softly then correcting herself when she saw you. "Hey, Rosa! Long time no see, girl." You smiled, hugging her around the neck. "I'm only letting you hug me because I like you. Never again." She growled. "Shut up, you know you love me." You nudged her arm. She grinned. "Yeah, thanks for getting me with that girl. She's the woman of my dreams, man. I love her." You smiled at her heartfelt confession that she'd probably never share with anyone.

"Good. Me and Jake are coming up on 4 months now. I really think I love him.." You closed your eyes, voice all lovey. "That's great. Why don't you go to him? He's been staring at you the whole time you've been over here. Seems like he loves you too." A chuckle escaped her lips. You gasped at the laugh. "Ok, I'll be back, boo." You replied, patting her forehead.

You walked over to Jake, letting his arm slink around your waist as he talked to Captain Holt more. You shook hands with him, introducing yourself quietly. "Well, I'm happy Jake finally found his one." Holt said seriously, his facial expression blank with no emotion.

"I'm happy I found him too. I think he might be the one." You whispered, covering your mouth from Jake, hearing a soft chuckle from the captain and a quiet smile before he went back to his regular R.B.F.

"Well, I'm gonna get some drinks. Capin' you want one?" He asked before pecking your cheek. "No. Flavor means nothing to me. Thank you." He went on, sipping a water bottle. This is why Jake always says he's insane.

Jake comes back with a cup of what you assumed to be punch, then took a sip. He looked got even when drinking a CHILDREN'S drink. What does this mean? Do you really, like, actually like Jake? You can't. That's wrong. You thought and thought, until he caught you staring at him. "Whats up, baby? You ok?.." He whispered into your ear, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I think I'm fine. Just got a little headache." You replied, looking around to see if anyone was near or talking to you for Jake to call you that. There wasn't. Your cheeks warmed pink. "Ok, we'll, we can go home if you want, ok? Most people are clearing out anyway." He ruffled his fingers through his hair, placing his hand on your lower back, making you shiver softly.

"Ok then, uhh..let's go. I need to say goodbye to Rosa and Charles first. We're like..best friends now." You smiled at Jake, his goofy grin smiling back at you.

After saying your goodbyes, Jake kissed your lips softly. He stayed by your face for a minute, then backed away when he realized what he was doing. Hopefully nothing would escalate to the point he would see the damp spot on your panties.

Jake opened his car door for you, kissing your cheek before shutting it. "Jake, there's no one out here, why'd you do that?" You asked, putting on your seat belt. "Oh, really? Could've sworn I saw Terry.." He winked at you before driving you to your apartment.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Frustration

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

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Previous: Neglected

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Because when another man kisses me and I like it, I think we have a problem.”  

“He kissed you?!” 

“Yes, and I ran.  Because I liked it. Because I miss you.  I miss your attention, our intimacy, our love.  I need more Steve.  I can’t do this.  If you are just going to leave me here, then I should move out and move on.”    

Steve stood up quickly and stalked towards Belle. He pulled her close and kissed her hard.  She gasped and he deepened it, tasting her, relishing in her desire. He felt the wetness fall from her eyes.  He pulled back to see her crying.  “I’m sorry.”  

“Steve…” 

“No, I’m sorry.  Sorry I haven’t been here.  Sorry that I have neglected you. Sorry that you think something else is going on. I love you, my Belle.  My princess.  Don’t leave, never leave.”  

“I don’t want to. I love you. I need you. I want you. But I need more.”  

“I need you too.” He kissed her softer this time.  “I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.” He lifted her up and took her to their bed. He cradled her as she sobbed from the emotions, allowing a few tears himself. He had been so close to losing her from his own stupid actions.  “You looked beautiful tonight love. Did you have fun?” 

“It was interesting.”  

“Almost went to punch that guy out.”  

“Wasn’t his fault.”  

“I know.”  He sighed. “Promise me you’ll never kiss another man again.”  

“Promise me that you’ll explain.” She wouldn’t agree with him until she knew the truth.  

Steve woke that Sunday morning, having rested for the first time in a long time.  A flutter brushed his arm and he looked to see his sweet pea on her side, his arm still under her neck.  The air is cool in the morning so he draped a heavier blanket to keep her warm as he rises.  He stretches and heads to the kitchen.  Coffee and a conversation are needed before he can move on with Belle.  

Belle stirs and reaches for Steve, her eyes still closed.  She feels nothing and frowns, turning to open her eyes. “Steve?” 

She hears him talking loudly and creeps down to the study.  

“What the fuck are you trying to pull Sharon?” 

“I didn’t say I was seeing you.  I just said that I had a meeting at Grant.”  

Steve stars at his phone laying on his desk with venom in his eyes. “Don’t fuck with me.  You said it to drive a wedge between Belle and myself.”  

“Oh please. If she’s that insecure that should tell you something.”  

“It tells me plenty about you.  I asked you to do one thing.  Stay away from her.  And the minute you had a chance, you did this.”  

“Steve, she’s…” 

“She’s what, Sharon?  Not you.  Thank fuck for that.”  

“You don’t mean that.”  

“Don’t I? We were never meant to be together Sharon.  For fuck sakes, I was with your aunt in my past. Thank you for helping me when I needed it but Isabella is my future.”  

“Picking a child for a partner is ridiculous, Steve.”  

“I’m done with this.  Stay away from us.” He ended the call and slammed the phone down and walked to the window.  Belle steeled away back to the room and climbed into bed.  Not a minute later, Steve entered to see Belle’s back to the door.  He sighed.  “Sweet pea, I know you were listening.”  

She turned over to look at him. “How?” 

“Super hearing, my love. You were quiet but your heart rate spiked at one point.”  

Belle blushed. “I’m sorry.”  

Steve sat next to her and took her hand.  “Don’t be love.” He swept her hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?” 

“Have a little headache and I’m thirsty but otherwise,” she took a breath, “just embarrassed.  We need to talk.”  

“I know.” He leans his head against hers. “We stopped communicating.”  

“You stopped,” she accused. “Steve, what is going on?” 

“Let’s get some coffee and pain relief for you.  We will talk, I promise.”  

Belle crossed her arms.  “I am only doing this because of the coffee.”  She got up and grabbed her robe.  Steve sighed.  This was not going to be easy.  

Belle made it to the kitchen as Bucky emerged, yawning.  “Belle! What are you doing here? Your security…” 

“Dropped me off here last night. I had,” she glanced at Steve, “an interesting night at the club.” She turned back to the coffee pot as Bucky and Steve exchanged a look.  

“Did someone hurt you?” 

“At the club, no.  In my home, possibly.”  She narrowed her eyes at the both of them.  

“You know, I just remembered,” Bucky said, running a hand threw his hair, “I have a meeting…” 

“You will sit James.  Just like Steven will as well.” She pointed to the table and turned into the kitchen to get the coffees.  

“Thanks a lot punk,” Bucky mumbled under his breath.  

“I’m sorry Buck.  I am,” he whispered. “Sharon set her off yesterday and there was an incident at the club,” Bucky shot his eyes at him, “with me, jerk, relax.  I may have caught her being seduced by another man and I may have reacted badly to it.”  

“I told you to tell her about Sharon.” Bucky groaned and closed his eyes. “Fuck me.”  

“If you two need me to leave you alone after that statement, just let me know.”  Belle entered with the mugs of coffee.  She set them down and then sat across from the men.  

“Belle, c’mon.”  Steve looked at her.  

“No, first you guys tell me what has been going on.  The first month here was ok. Then, I don’t know what happened. You guys abandoned me here.”  

“Sweetheart, we didn’t abandon you.  We left you here under Clint’s protection,” Bucky explained.  

Belle went to retort but Steve decided to explain. “Sweet pea, we had a threat come in concerning you.  I haven’t been going to work.  I’ve been taking trips to find the group that wants you.  I’ve stayed away because it was so hard to sleep next to you when I knew I could be doing more to protect you.”  

Belle sighed and massaged her temples. “Steve, this is never going to end.  You have to understand that.  Unless I disappear from the face of the earth, there will always be a threat because I am in love with one of the most powerful people in the world.”  

“I know love.” He groaned and tilted his head back. He took a moment and looked back at her. “I know that, and Bucky has been saying that, but I’m so scared that I’m gonna lose you.”  

“You’re losing me now by trying to shut me away and not being here.” Her tone was sharp, the pain of abandonment seeping through.  

“I’m trying to protect you!” 

Belle stood up, frustrated that Steve was not listening and paced.  “I can’t do this right now. I have to get ready for work and get my stuff from MJ’s and…” 

Steve panicked. “No, no wait.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for yelling. We need to work this out. Can you take the week? Let’s get away from the city.  Just you and me.  We can talk, rest, negotiate.”  He came around that table to stop her from pacing and put his hands on her shoulders. “Please love.  I want to fix this.”  

Belle pulled away and reached for her purse that she left on the table.  She glared at Steve and looked back at her phone.  She finally put it down and crossed her arms.  “You have one week, starting today to get me to forgive you.”  

“I can work with that.  Buck, the house,” he said.  

“Perfect.  Its secure and if we leave in the next hour, we can avoid the press and the public.”  

“Sweet pea, go and pack warm.”  

The plane touched down and Belle bounced in her seat.  “Where are we?” asking for the umpteenth time.  

“What part of surprise do you not understand, woman?” 

“What part of talk to me like that again and you will end up on the couch do you not understand Mr. Rogers?” 

Steve groaned but adjusted his jeans, her calling him by his formal title always doing something to him.  “You can’t do that sweet pea.”  

Belle shot him and innocent but flirty look.  “I didn’t do anything.”  

Lucky for both of them, Bucky had headphone in, asleep but woke when the plane jerked to pull into the private hanger.  “We here?” 

“Yeah jerk.”  

Bucky stretched. “Great.  I’ll get the car and we can finish the drive.” As soon as the door was lowered, he was out the door, while Belle and Steve waited.  

“I hate this protocol.  No one knows we’re here,” Belle complained.  

“Just because we didn’t tell anyone doesn’t mean no one knows.  This is just to keep you safe, sweet pea.”  

Belle rolled her eyes and looked out the window.  Steve shook his head and looked at his phone when it buzzed. “C’mon love.  We can go to the car.”  

Bucky drove them out of the airport and into the White Mountain National Forest per the sign Belle saw. She went to reach for her phone to take pictures before Steve pulled it from her grasp.  “Hey!” 

“No, this is for us. I don’t want people to find this place”   

“Steve!” 

“I just want your undivided attention, Miss Davis.  Promise me, we’ll try and fix this?”  

Belle sat back and looked out the window with a sigh.  Steve studied her.  In the couple of months, she had grown more beautiful in his eyes.  Her hair was a fraction longer, her skin was a little more pale from the lack of sun but still beautiful.  She started to look like a mogul’s wife, with her smart shirt and fitted jeans. She was becoming more sophisticated, every inch of her covered in his wealth.  He was proud to call her his but knew this week had to go perfectly in order to achieve that.  

An hour later, they arrived at a beautiful cabin.  From the outside, it looked like a simple cabin. But when Belle entered, it was so much more. The room was an open concept, with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked a lake. A stone fireplace was lit to one side with overstuffed couches in front.  Belle could see a landing that led to several doors.  The kitchen was more modern but with a cement countertop, wood floors and cabinets and state of the art appliances.  Outside, she could see a full table and chairs for cozying around a fire pit and steps leading down to the dock. “Steve, this is beautiful.”  

“The house backs to a lake.  In the summer it would be perfect for swimming or a fire pit. For friends or… kids in the future.”  His cheeks turned pink as he rubbed his neck.  

“Oh.”  Belle chewed the corner of her bottom lip. 

“Something to think about.  Anyway, our room is on the top floor and has all the windows.  I like a lot of light since I paint here when I used to come and get away.  I can give you a tour.”  

Steve walked her through the house.  The main floor also had a sun room. The second floor had three bedrooms with ensuites in each one. “One of these is Bucky’s when he stays here but he decided to stay in the guest house down the way.”  

“I didn’t want to kick him out.”  

“He decided to. After you left on Friday, he said that we needed time together.  He doesn’t want to interfere, but he still wants to keep you safe.” Steve picked up her bag. “He’s right, we need to talk this out.  So let’s unpack and have lunch and we’ll talk ok?” 

“Ok.” Belle tried to keep her optimism but found it difficult.  Her mind still flooded with thoughts of the night before and she walked to the ensuite of the master and closed the door.  She unpacked her makeup case and toiletries, not realizing the tears coming down her face.  She covered her mouth as she tried to cover the sob.  She was lost, unsure of how to move forward. She missed Steve’s arms wrapping around her.  

“Sweet pea, what’s wrong?” He pressed kisses to her head as she continued to cry.  When she didn’t answer, he picked her up and took her back to the bed.  “It’s ok, love.”  

“No, it isn’t. Why am I still thinking of him?” 

“Because he gave you what you needed.  Because I didn’t.” Steve sighed as he leaned his head over hers. “Take a moment, my love. We’re gonna fix this ok?  I promise, I’m going to fix this.”    

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[laminy]

if ur taking fic asks would you mind writing a Colin/Micheal fic where Colin has a panic attack and Micheal comforts him

Isaac had told Colin that was he was alright, but Colin feels less sure about that now. A lot less sure. He knows he should be chuffed that they beat Wolverhampton. But he has to admit that a part of (maybe all of him) was hoping that Zava would show up, play like absolute shit, and Colin would get to play again.

He has no idea how he’s supposed to compete with someone who scores from the halfway line three seconds into the match. Everyone else on the team was celebrating, and Colin was sat there on the sidelines, realizing that his future with Richmond was… Maybe not gone. But certainly not secure.

And that scares the absolute shit out of him.

Just like Nate always wanted. 

He can’t find it in himself to go out celebrating that night. He comes up with some excuse about having to call his dad, but nobody cares. They’re all too happy to bother with him. He goes home and eats alone. He tries to distract himself with his phone but every tweet is about Zava, all the Instagram reels are clips of Zava and commentators talking about Zava, Zava, Zava, and nobody gives a shit about Hughes.

He swallows hard past the lump in his throat, feeling like he’s about to burst into tears. The tears don’t come, though. But the lump in his throat doesn’t go away. It makes him feel like he can’t breathe. He gets a bottle of water and downs the whole thing, trying to convince his brain that yes, he can breathe, he’s fine. But it still won’t go away, and soon it feels like he’s gasping for breath. 

The tears finally come, and as much as he’s trying to convince himself that, he’s still on the team, he still has friends, he’s still a strong and capable man, he feels like an absolute fucking failure. And after that, he’s gone. He can’t breathe, he can’t stop crying, he hates himself so much. He’s a piece of shit. And he can’t call Isaac, or Jamie, or anyone else, because they’re all out partying. Dr. Sharon left. Coach Lasso might answer but Colin’s not about to dump his anxiety on a guy with his own anxiety.

Furiously wiping at his eyes, Colin shakily opens his text messages, looking at his chat with Michael. Who’s in Dubai. Fucking hell, what’s the time difference? He knows Michael said but he can’t remember if it’s three or four hours. And he’s not really sure that they’re in the talk me through my panic attack phase of their relationship yet. 

But if Michael rang him, crying, Colin would help. Colin wants to believe that Michael would do the same.

He clicks Michael’s photo, and then hits video, and waits while the FaceTime call rings. God, he looks like absolute shit.

That’s the first thing Michael tells him, too.

Colin has to laugh. “I know,” he says, wiping his face. “I— fuck. I’m sorry.” He sniffles and tries offering Michael a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Michael says warmly, always so warm to Colin. His smile is kind.

Colin sniffles again. He doesn’t need to drag Michael into this. “I shouldn’t have rang.”

“I think you should’ve,” Michael says. “Because you look like you need someone.”

“I can’t breathe,” Colin says.

“Do you need a doctor?” Michael asks quickly.

“No,” Colin says. “I can breathe, but I—” He swallows hard, and briefly registers that the lump has faded, at least a little. Talking is helping. “Can’t.”

“Okay,” Michael says. “You sound like you’re doing an okay job of it now.”

“My throat hurts,” Colin says.

Michael gives him a sympathetic smile. “Then let’s breathe in.”

Colin does as he told, and holds it, and then Michael tells him to breathe out so he does that too. And then he breathes in again, and repeats the process. The tears have stopped, but his cheeks are still itchy and now his eyes hurt, and he curls in on himself, drawing his knees up to his chest.

“So,” Michael says, “what’s going on?”

“Football,” Colin says. “What else.”

“I heard some people at work today talking about Zava,” Michael says.

“Yeah, I’m sure you did.”

“I’m sorry,” Michael says. “I can’t imagine.”

“It’s not just that I’m not playing,” Colin says. “It’s that none of them care that I’m not. They’re all so far up Zava’s ass that nobody realizes I…” He shakes his head, and new tears spring forward. “I’m pathetic.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’m a shit footballer.”

“Hmm.” Michael smiles, and playfully taps his finger against his lips as he thinks. “I don’t know enough about football to know if that’s true, but I suspect it’s not.”

“I’m a piece of shit.”

“Now I know that’s not true,” Michael says. “And I like Colin Hughes far too much to let anyone say such awful things about him.”

Colin swallows (the lump is almost gone) and gives him a tiny smile. “Yeah?”

Michael nods. “Yeah. So knock it off.”

That gets a laugh out of him. “Okay, I’ll try.”

“No,” Michael says. “Do or do not, there is no try.”

“Do not Star Wars me.”

“You’re footballing me.”

“Football’s cooler.”

Michael rolls his eyes. “You sound like you’re doing fine now, maybe I should go.”

“No!” Colin exclaims, and then a moment later realizes how desperate he sounds. Should he be embarrassed?

Based on Michael’s smile, he thinks maybe not. 

“Stay,” Colin says. “Please. If you can. I know it’s late there.”

“It is,” Michael says. “And I do need my beauty rest.”

“No, you don’t,” Colin says. “You look gorgeous.”

Michael’s smile grows. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“I wish you were back,” Colin says. 

“Me too,” Michael says. “Soon.”

“Good.”

[rainydaydally]

Here in this labyrinth (I'm trapped) Chapter 5

The ride to Stan’s house is horribly awkward, to say the least. No one spoke the entire time. When they finally arrive at Stan’s house he quickly grabs his stuff and leaves the car. He walks a few steps before turning around and giving Kyle an embarrassed wave. Kyle give a small wave back before his car zooms away. Stan turns back around and walks to his house. He grabs his key and unlocks the front door, walking into his living room and slumping his overnight bag off his shoulder onto the couch. He sits down and sighs, turning on his TV, trying to focus on the horrible show that was on, but his thoughts being overrun by guilt, remembering the fear Kyle’s face showed when his mom walked in.

Kyle’s car drives back to his house as he looks out the window, staring at himself in the car’s side mirror. “Kyle.” Kyle realizes he’s been zoning out, and he turns his head quickly to his mom. “Yeah?” “I… I know I overreacted about you and Stan. I’m sorry, bubbie. I’m just trying to protect you.” Kyle sighs. “I know, Ma.” They didn’t talk the rest of the drive back.

“Stanley? I didn’t hear you come in.” Sharon says, walking into the living room. Stan just replies with a monotone “Oh.” Sharon notices something off with her son, so she sits down next to him. “Are you alright, honey?” Stan considers not telling her, he was actually waiting until he was much older to come out, but he can’t tell his mom what happened without doing it and he really needs to get it off his chest. He turns to face his mom on the couch. “Well, I need to tell you something. So umm… yeah, Kyle… uh…” Sharon covers her mouth with her hand. “I heard what happened to him through Liane just recently! Good thing no one has acted violent towards him.” “So… you heard he was outed as transgender right?” Sharon nods, silently signaling Stan to go on. “That wasn’t the only thing he was outed as. He was also outed as gay.” Sharon’s jaw drops when she hears the words come out of Stan’s mouth. “And that,” Stan breathes in, and then out. “And that he likes me.” His mother’s gaze softens. “And I” Stan pauses again, looking down at his hands in his lap. “I like him too.” He looks back up at his mom. He sees tears forming in her eyes. Fear suddenly enters Stan as he waits for something. Anything. “Well… I can’t say I didn’t see this coming. You liked Wendy though, didn’t you?” She asks calmly. Stan looks at her for a few seconds, trying to find a trace of insincerity. He doesn't. “I did like Wendy, I’m bi. Also, what do you mean you ‘saw this coming?’” Sharon laughs warmly. “Stanley, I’ve seen the way you look at him.” Stan covers his red face with his hands and groans. “Moooom…”

As soon as Kyle and his mother get home, he storms up to his room. While they were gone, Ike and Gerald had arrived back home, and Ike was sitting in his room with the door open. He heard the redheaded boy stomping up the stairs, and peeked out his door. “Kyle? Are you alright?” Kyle sees his confused little brother, and all his anger dissipates. “Mom’s just being difficult again. You wanna know what happened?” Ike nods his head, and Kyle walks into his bedroom. They both sit, facing each other on his bed. “So, my mom kind of saw me and Stan kissing.” Ike gasps. “You and Stan?! Aren’t you both… boys?” Kyle smiles at his innocence. “Yes. Sometimes two boys can be boyfriends and two girls can be girlfriends.” Ike’s eyes light up. “That’s so cool! So you and Stan are boyfriends?” Kyle thinks it's weird to hear someone else say it. Not in a bad way, just sounds… different. Freeing.

“Yeah, we are. And mom found out… so… yeah you can imagine how that went.” Ike’s excitement levels lower as he imagines his mom yelling at him and Stan. He frowns. “Is she mad at Stan? I hope not. He’s so cool.” “He is, isn’t he?” Kyle laughs. “I think she’s pretty mad at him. She must have thought it was all his fault and that I had no part in it, because how could her ‘sweet and perfect son’ have a boyfriend.” Ike laughs at Kyle’s impression of their mom. For a while longer, Ike and Kyle continue talking about things their mom does that annoy them, until they hear her voice.

“Boys, dinner!” Sheila yells from downstairs, and Ike and Kyle both grumble and eyeroll as they trudge down the steps. When the Broflovski family all sits down at the table, there seems to be so much tension you could cut it with a knife. They eat in silence, until Gerald has the bright idea to open his mouth. “So, Kyle, I heard Stan spent the night last night and you guys hung out today. Did you guys have fun?” Sheila’s head turns quickly to Gerald, and he just shrugs in response.

Kyle realizes what's going on here. “You told him?!” He questions louder than he wanted to. “Bubbie, I had to.” Sheila defends herself. “You didn’t.” Kyle snaps, and his mother can’t come up with a good response to that. She tries, though. “You’re right, but he’s your father. He should know when you get a… boyfriend?” Kyle rests his head in his hands as he becomes extremely embarrassed. “Can we just not talk about this? I feel like the fact that I got OUTED AS TRANS to my ENTIRE SCHOOL yesterday is a bigger deal than the fact that me and Stan kissed ONCE.” The room goes silent for a second. “Wait, what?” Ike asks, and Kyle realizes Ike didn’t know that he was outed yesterday. “Yeah, Ike. Cartman outed me to the entire school, and the only thing Ma wants to worry about is the fact I kissed a boy.”

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Okay, what I wanna know is that how do you think the plot would chnage if the Valentes would get fired after Sharin found out Luna was Sol. (I know this is the presmise of S2Au, but I wanna hear what you would do)

Hm, I think that, they first of all would try to find a house. I know Alfredo asked them to live with him, but that wasn't until later in the series.

I imagine, they find a smaller house. Luna still gets to go to Blake, and I think I'd solve it by her getting to take a test or something to keep her scholarship that way, so that her parents don't need to pay. I'd do it like this because the school plot is very small in S2 anyway (and in canon they'd just have a quick "yes she's allowed to stay" chat because they really didn't care for the school plot at all lol, but I'm gonna make it a bit bigger).

Because of their resumes, I believe Monica and Miguel have an easy time finding jobs. Maybe not at someone's house, but possibly in pretty fancy upper-class places. *Gasp* Maybe they get a job at Nicolas' hotel! Monica is a new chef making expensive food and Miguel is maybe working with security.

Luna would still try to find her past and this time, nothing is stopping her because Sharon doesn't know.

I don't know how it all would end though or more that would happen.

[sosa2imagines]

I had my dance and now I'm where I belong. Part 4

----------------------------------------------------- Warning- Angst for Bucky, Fluff for everyone ----------------------------------------------------- Part 5 Part 6 -----------------------------------------------------

Nat was getting impatient by the minute narrowing her eyes while Tony had his eyes glued to the screen. Finally shifting his focus over to Nat he open his mouth "You see Romanoff you are my favorite for a reason be it lying or hiding something you just say it without hesitation unlike my Y/n and Capsical, so my darling Friday showed me a nice movie 'The arrival of Sharon'" and that's how Nat ended up telling Tony everything. "So Sam knew" "You can't blame him" "Yeah it's not like it would have changed the outcome" Truth to be told even though Tony was looking calm from the outside he was fuming in anger from inside, his blood was boiling how could Bucky do this to you when you have been with him through thick and thin. Tony did forgive Bucky for killing his parents cause that was not him but what he did to you that was unforgivable his mind was in control the moment he decided to cheat on you. Sure Tony was a playboy but he did never cheat on Pepper.

Their conversation was cut short when you called Nat and Tony demanded to put it on speaker and Nat warn him to be quiet "Nat I saw Sharon and Bucky today but I didn't felt angry, bad or sad not even jealous all I kept thinking about was making dinner for Steve that reminds me I have buy him some brownies" "And your problem is?" "NATASHA I should be feeling negative seeing them but I didn't felt anything I kept on thinking about Steve" "Y/N it's ok not to feel anything it does not mean you didn't love Bucky it only means you have moved on, you had pain but now it's time to gain it's ok if you are falling for Steve, you are smiling right hearing his name" "yes" you blush "take your time Y/n feel this new beginning now go home to your man" "Nat! I love you bye! Nat's words played in your mind you have thinking a lot about Steve way before you found your photo in his compass, unknowingly Steve Rogers set a permanent home in your heart unknown to you, you are already living in his.

"She seriously is worried about not feeling anything for those two parasites? Barnes is an idiot to let go of her" "You know her always thinking about others just like" "Steve they are made for each other" Tony smirks "True, so what are you going to do?" Nat smiles. "Just wait and watch" Tony smiled not so innocently.

The next day- "Mr Barnes, Boss is expecting your arrival in the training room" Bucky was confused as to why of all Tony was waiting for him. "Hey you wanted to see me?" Tony smirks "I wanted to train join me" "You don't train usually" "I want to test some features" "What?" Before he can even know what Tony meant, Tony was wearing his suit and blasted at Bucky making him crash on the wall behind, Tony attacked him again using different weaponry on his armor, groaning in pain Bucky asked "Tony what are you doing?" "What I'm training it's not like on purpose I'm attacking you!" Bucky somehow managed to stand up but Tony was quick to punch him making Bucky stumble down, that didn't stop Tony from launching another blow resulting in a cut on Bucky's cheek. Tony attacks Bucky again using his repulsor blasts and laser beams Bucky is panting miserably and getting irritated he uses his metal arm to strike Tony which proves to be a formidable weapon. Tony eventually gains the upper hand after blasting Bucky with multiple blasts that leaves Bucky lying on the ground panting gasping for air, blood dripping from the cuts, bones paining like hell. Tony finally shows some pity as he was about to leave Bucky stops him voice coarse "Y/n?" "Be grateful you are alive, I knew she was hiding something I forgave you for what you did to me but you will pay for what you did to her, after everything she did for you unbelievable!" "On a second thought I will wait till Sharon screws this up" and with that he leaves Bucky alone.

After some time Bucky limping somehow manages to enter his room there he sees Sharon all dressed up "Oh my god what happened to you?" she asks examining his body and face. "I was training with Tony" he half lies too tired to talk, "can you help me up?" "I'll fill up the bathtub, you'll feel better, there are painkillers in the cabinet I'll see you later" "Wait where are you going?" "I have an important meeting I'm getting late I'll see you later" "Can't you postpone it? Stay with me I need you" "No Bucky this meeting is important" "More important than me?" Bucky whines too tired to fight "Stop acting like a child Bucky you are a super solider you'll feel better in few hours" she argues tired of his whining "I need your help Y/n would have" "Y/n would have what?" Sharon cuts him mid sentence yelling at him for mentioning you. Bucky is shocked to after months he thought about you but why? "Get your head straight and hopefully by the time I'm back you are back to your senses" with that Sharon leaves.

Bucky somehow manages to strip down and drag his body in the bathtub as soon as he feels the hot water he starts to think about you, why did he thought about you today why but then his mind drifted to other memories of you like how you use to take care of him, massage his body while he lays in the bathtub, how you would wash his hair, feed him and put him to sleep but he shook his head and blamed his tired body for thinking about you. Everything hurt at the moment and no one was there to help him he could barely move.

Few nights later- 'Steve where are you please come back I miss you so much I need you, Y/n I'm here look Y/n don't look that way I'm here can't you see me Y/n Y/n Steve Y/n Steve Steve Steve wake up' Steve wakes up eyes wide open gasping for air he sits straight to see your worried face " hey hey it's ok, relax you are here it was just a dream" Steve is panting but grabs your arms and makes you sit on his lap making you cradle is waist he hides his face in the crook of your neck and you can feel tears running down on your shoulder "Steve feel my arms on your back and try to breathe ok" he does as you told him, after 20 minutes when you feel him getting calm you ask him "want to talk about it?" "I saw you were hurt and you were calling for me, I was there but you couldn't see me I was stuck in time." "Hey" you pull away cradling his face "look at me, you are here with me I'm not going anywhere ok? and I'm not letting you go anywhere" "I don't want to time travel ever again" "Then you won't and if the situation arises I'll go with you promise" Steve just stares at you his focus shifting to your eyes and lips after few minutes he speaks" Y/n I wanted to wait for the right time but I can't wait I...I...I love you" "Steve" you whisper. "You don't have to say it but I wanted you to know, can I k.. kiss you?" You don't answer you just nod. That’s all it takes for him to close the distance between the two of you, your lips move in sync, warm skin against warm skin and you can’t help the butterflies that bubble up inside your tummy. His hands gently run along your sides, you lean forwards deepening the kiss and he slowly slips his hands under your shirt, feeling your soft skin and groaning against your lips. Pulling away he looks at you "Will you go out on a date with me?" You smile deeply "I would love too"

----------------------------------------------------- Part 5 Part 6 ----------------------------------------------------- (Hey lovely people so finally Bucky got hell from Tony, Bucky is getting a taste of his own medicine Sharon started showing her true colors, as always feedback is appreciated lots of love 😊❤️. Sneak peek- Bucky will realize how the reader felt and his lust ship with Sharon will begin to go down the drain also more suffering for Bucky in next part) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

[chocos-universe]

Cheer up, son!

This is my first time posting^^, and uh-- I've been looking for a Randy tickling Stan fanfic thing, and I haven't found any- So...I made one! :3 This IS a tickle fic. If u don't like those then that's oki u can just scroll away:3

-Stan and his mum: Sharon had a fight. So, Stan being a kid, locked himself in his room and won't accept Sharon's apology or even talk to her. Because of this, Sharon gets Randy to try and cheer up their son.-

"Do I HAVE to Sharon?:(" (Randy whined at his wife as she had her hands on her hips.) "Yes, Randy. He won't talk to me or Shelly! It's up to you now." (Sharon said, pointing upstairs. Randy groaned and walked upstairs, knocking on Stan's door.) "Stan? It's daddy. Open the door, please.." (Stan talked from the other side of the door) "No! Go away!!" (It sounded like Stan was crying) "Stan. You will open this door right now!" "No!" "Young man--" (Randy was about to raise his voice before he remembered his objective and sighed) "Stan...come on. Talk to me." (Randy's voice was soft. There was silence for a moment before the door opened) "Fine...you can come in..." (Stan's eyes were all red and puffy)

(Randy sat down on Stan's bed right next to him) "Stan, you can't avoid your mother forever. It was just a misunderstanding." (Randy said, putting a hand on Stan's back. ...Stan just started crying again) "No!! She doesn't understand!! No one gets it!! Shelly doesn't get it either!! All she does is just bully me!!" (Tears streamed down Stan's face as he buried his face in his hands. Randy just looked at him and panicked) "U-Uh!! I-Its ok, son! Don't cry!!" (Stan's crying just got louder. Randy tried to think of something when an idea popped in his head) "Son?" (Stan wiped away his tears and looked up at his father while sniffling) "Y-Yeah?" (Stan asked) "I think someone wants to visit you." "V-Visit me?? W-Who?" (Stan asked in confusion and curiosity) "Now, that's a surprise son. You have to close your eyes for it." (Randy had a smirk on his face that Stan didn't notice) "Ok...?" (Stan closed his eyes) "Ready?" (Randy asked as Stan nodded) "The person who wants to visit you...issss...." (Randy raised his hands as there was silence for a moment until Stan opened one eye) "The tickle monster!!!" (Randy wiggled his fingers and tickled Stan's stomach, which caught Stan by surprise, causing him to turn into a puddle of giggles) "D-Daahahahahad!! Nohohohoho!!" (Stan said in between his giggles kicking his legs frantically) "Dad? Who's that? I'm the tickle monster! I don't know, dad~" (Randy teased moving a hand to tickle Stan's neck. Stan squeaked as his giggles became louder) "EEP-- St-Stohohohohohop!! I-It ticklehehehahahahahahas!!" (Randy chuckled as he squeezed and pinched his sides) "Coochie Coochie Coo~! Tickle Tickle Tickle!~" (Randy teased making Stan snort and squeal) "StahahaHAHAHHAHAHAHahahahap!!! *snort* EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! F--FAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHACK!! N-NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!" (Stan pleaded as Randy tickled all over his ribs, sides, and armpits) "Not where?? Not here? Or here?" (Randy teased once again, switching spots. Like switched to Stan's: Thighs, Knees, Belly Button, Armpits, Ribs, Sides, Stomach, and Hips. Stan squeaked and squealed the whole time laughing loudly) "DAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAD!!! ST-STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! IT-- I-IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!" (Stan squirmed around and kicked his legs frantically. Randy smirked) "You have another visitor!! His name is Mr. Raspberries!" (Randy chuckled, lifting Stan onto his lap and lifted his jacket and shirt up a little) "D-Dad please don't...j-just fucking don't..." (Stan giggled nervously as Randy gasped dramatically) "My name...is Mr.Raspberries!!" (Randy lifted Stan up so his mouth is leveled with Stan's stomach and bellybutton. Randy blew a big raspberry on Stan's stomach, making him scream and squeal, squeak, and snort) "AHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! D-DAHHAHAHAHAHAD!!! N-N-NOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!" (Stand pleaded, his face flushing red and tears coming out of his eyes. Randy set him down and took off his sock and tickled the soles of his feet and his toes) "You feel better Stan??" "YES!!! YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES!! MY FUCKING GOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAD YES!!" (Stan squealed and kept kicking his legs and squirming) "Hmmm...I don't think sooo~" (Randy teased again) "PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!! I-I-I'M BEHEHHEHHEEHEHEHETTER!!! JUST STAAAAHAHAHAHAP!!" (Stan pleaded as Randy finally stopped) "So, Son, how did the visit go??" (Randy asked looking down at his giggly puddle son) "H-Horribleee...hehehehehehe..." (Stan curled uo into a ball) "Oh? Do I have to get them again??" "No!! Noho!! Dohon't!" (Stan sat up and giggled as Randy chuckled) "Oh alright!" (Randy smiled and sat Stan on his lap) "Are you ready to talk to Mommy?" (Randy asked as Stan nodded) "M-Mhm..." (Stan rested his head on Randy's chest. Randy wrapped his arm around Stan rubbing his back, smiling)

End!! I find this cute:3 I hope u do like it if u find it😋! I might post more of these- idk😍 But, bye! And have a good day!<3

[abubblingcandle]

Would love if you want to share any snippets from Have You Noticed You Are Breathing? or any other whumptober offerings or anything in general you want to share!

You are an absolute star and your company in my sulking in a wetherspoons is much appreciated! Putting this under a break because it long!

Have You Noticed is coming ... slowly. The next chapter is a big one with Jamie's first war room meeting about his dad's case and then a therapy session with the newly returned Doc Sharon. So it's mulling about in my brain about how to do it justice. So instead of course am writing the much cuter chapter 9 lol, so here's a little snippet (I'll format when not on my phone)

"I'll never get this English obsession with not finishing a sport properly." "I'll take you to the Oval before you leave. See the Ashes. Get you a banana costume and everything," Jamie murmurs without really thinking and sees Ted nearly fall off his chair in shock. "Jeepers Jay, spare this old man the medical bills and announce yourself next time. Could've killed me," Ted gasped and clutched at his chest. "No medical bills in the UK boss," Beard correct and Ted waved at him dismissively.

Then in terms of whumptober I've just had a kick of inspiration for a fill for Day 19 (prompt Psychological) and so banging that out hopefully by the weekend. Here's what I've written so far ...

Roy would never admit any of this to Jamie as long as he lived and his sister had sworn on her free weekends that she would take it to her grave as well. It was the most embarrassing thing that Roy had ever done and he once had a mullet and did an advert for a Latvian stock trading website in a leopard print suit. This may all sound like an over reaction and yes he did tell Jamie everything but not this. This would be the thing that severed the tentative peace of friendship between them ... but dear god did it come in handy. It all started after the Jamie Tartt Homecoming Meltdown.

[hunterssm00n]

Beyond the Stars

chapter 2 of ??

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*cw include smut, interspecies relationship, canon-typical violence/gore, explicit language, past drug use, offensive language, xenomorph things, past abuse, dark themes* MDNI - 18+

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"Fear... The sense of isolation / The reason of it all / The weakest generation / The dark of the day / The lies and the illusions / The end of what we know / The fading generation / The dark of the day" ~ 'Dark of the Day' - Semblant

Chapter 2: Dark of the Day

Layla was slowly shuffling back to her room, the nurse in tow wearing her already thin patience even thinner. Therapy had been... eventful today. Not for nothing, but she didn't want to spend her time sharing her story of woe in a group. If she had to tell, she would have much rather done it in a private setting. Not every living soul aboard this flying shitshow needed to know her business.   

The only blessing was that today they hadn't even gotten to her, if you could call what had happened instead a blessing. Layla didn't think there was enough coldness in her heart to wish what had happened today on anyone.  There hadn't been time for her to "share" her experience (which she almost always either declined or made something up - her business was her business). The circle for group therapy  had barely gone halfway around before they were dismissed, abruptly. 'Unforeseen outburst' was what they were calling it. They weren't wrong, technically. Outbursts were common amongst the junkies. This particular program was only a pilot; it had never been done before. For a pilot program, there had to be guinea pigs, and in this case it was druggies coming off of their high's and acting manic. Sudden fits were expected, much like when dealing with a group of patients in an asylum. Sometimes Layla felt like this was a nuthouse.  

Todays particular outburst had come from a normally very quiet woman, Sharon. Middle aged, dark hair with silver streaks, bright green eyes in a shy face - Layla had never spoken to the woman, but could sense her calm energy. She wasn't sure exactly what had set off the normally mellow lady, but she had gone into hysterics. Her words almost seemed to be riddles; they held meaning, but that meaning wasn't easy to figure out.  

It had been quiet, at first, when the therapist had called upon Sharon to share her stories. Everyone had looked to her, some with interest, others pretending to pay attention (because you couldn't sleep in therapy). Out of nowhere, it seemed, she burst into tears. Nobody really bat an eyelash; again, this was not uncommon, even for the quietest person. The first time Layla had cried in front of everyone, she'd hated herself. No one had noticed anything out of the ordinary until she'd started talking about eggs.  

Yes, eggs.  

It sounded silly; sounded normal, but that was what was weird about it. Especially since Sharon normally kept to herself, and had never displayed such hysteria before. It was nerve-wracking, to say the least. And it wasn't just a few tears; the lady was full on sobbing. Gasping for breath, wailing, on the verge of collapsing out of her chair... disturbing.  

"The eggs... so many, we're - We're-" Sharon had stammered out, her voice cracking and high pitched, terrified sounding. A murmur had started going around the group, inquiries and hushed anxieties being expressed. A nearby nurse quickly came over to help, grasping on the the harried woman's shaking shoulders, cooing softly into her ear.  

"No - NO-" Sharon sputtered, batting away the hands trying to soothe her as her voice became more shrill. "It's real, I swear to God, oh Jesus-"  

"Honey, it's alright," the nurse murmured, ushering for the orderlies that had just come in through the sliding metal doors to assist her, "There is nothing that's going to happen to-"  

"We're all gonna die," Sharon shrilled, her crying becoming more frantic. That was the moment that Layla truly felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "They're gonna kill us all, I don't wanna die like that ohh God-"  

"We're going to need a sedative!" the nurse had to practically shout to be heard over the crying woman, security guards and orderlies swarming into the area around her.  

"We're going to dispense with this group for the remainder of the afternoon," the lead therapist said, his voice calm and at normal volume despite what was happening around him. "You will all be escorted back to your rooms promptly."  

And that was that. Layla briefly noticed Sharon being wrestled to the ground, her cries having turned into screams at that point, and then they were all shut out of the room.  

Once the door slid shut, it went eerily silent out in the hall. The screams seemed to have ceased abruptly due to the soundproofing on the steel doors. For a moment, it was utterly quiet. Then, the nurses and orderlies left must have remembered they had jobs to do, and forced themselves to shake off the effect of the pure terror emanating from the woman in the room. The whole way back to her bedroom, Layla wondered what the cause of the breakdown was. Surely it had to have been something significant. She'd seen Sharon every single day for the past three months, and never once had she shown any indication of breaking under the pressure of this place. Layla also deduced though that since she was a very quiet person, she probably internalized things, and no indication of stress would have been shown.  

Layla couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, and felt even more of that dooming sense in her gut as she stepped through the sliding door to her room. What could have happened to cause such an attack of hysteria? What had the other woman seen? What did she know that everyone else didn't?  

"Call if you require assistance," the nurse with the clipped English accent sent her off with, turning to leave before she'd even really entered the room.  

"Hey, wait," Layla called out, voice scratchy from lack of use. She cleared her throat as the lady turned around, looking less than pleased at being kept from wherever she needed to hurry off to so fast. Holding her gaze evenly, albeit a little confrontationally, Layla inquired, "Any idea what Sharon was talking about in there? Something about eggs?"  

The nurse, Kathy, Layla could see on her nametag, suddenly straightened, eyes lighting on the young woman with an almost wary edge. ... the fuck is this old bat's problem? 

Kathy seemed to catch herself, giving a musical (fake) laugh, her previously cold demeanor melding into light-hearted regard. "Oh, probably the scrambled batch this morning that went out to the rooms. My stomach's feeling a little off too; no doubt she was just overreacting!" She smiled, as though trying to make it more convincing; trying to be reassuring, was the vibe Layla was getting. "Hell, this food is enough to drive any of us crazy!"  

Sensing that she wasn't about to get any more out of 'Kathy', and that she was being very poorly lied to, Layla smiled back at the other woman. If the nurse couldn't see how terrible her story was, then there was no way she'd be able to tell that Layla's smile was just as fake as hers had been.  

"Get some rest, hon!" Kathy chirped, lingering a bit longer with a forced look of affection, before turning on her heel and striding purposefully down the hallway back the direction she had come. Layla also lingered, watching her until she disappeared around the corner. She stepped into her room, that sense of unease becoming even more prevalent the more she considered the events that had occurred in the past two hours. What the hell was going on in this place?

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Hot. It was hot. Ridiculously so. The blankets were sticking to her bare legs, the fitted sheet beneath her damp from sweat. Why was it so hot?  

Layla opened her eyes blearily, glancing around the dark room.  

Wait. Dark. She had fallen asleep to the ocean scene reflecting off of her walls, the full moon shining bright on her right side and creating a night-light like effect around the room. It was also silent, and she remembered being soothed into slumber by  the lulling sound of gentle tides. The hell? 

She tossed back the blankets that had been covering her body, squinting to attempt to see anything in front of her. She sat up on the side of the bed, her feet dangling off the edge trying to reach the floor. While the air in the room was hot and humid, the floor was blatantly cold, a stark contrast she noticed when her toes finally touched the hard surface. She held both hands out, taking careful steps forwards and to the sides so as not to run into anything. There wasn't much crowding the room, but now she was paranoid. She knew she'd had that damn ocean scene on her walls - the waves were the only thing that could lull her to sleep.  

Layla made her way towards the glowing, dim green lights on her door, hoping she could get them to open for her. If they were green, it was a good sign that they might. They were normally red, stopping her in her tracks; a warning. The lights indicated that they still had power; power loss would override all door access, and they all would have been wide open. She was counting on the possibility that it would still open for her - she needed air. This also helped her conclude that  power loss was not the reason for her ocean scene being gone from the walls; there was something else at hand.  

Her right hand suddenly touched something almost directly in front of her, and she jumped back with a squeak. Reaching her left hand out, she felt the end of the memory foam mattress on her bed. Whatever she had just walked into was at the foot of her bed. Which has never been there before... 

With a gulp, Layla made herself brace and stepped forward again. Her right knee touched it first this time, and she lowered her hands to feel for the top of it. She didn't have to lower them far- it was large and tall, up to her ribs. The top of it was puckered, strangely, and when she slid her hands further down to explore, she felt that it was also slimy. Disgusting. She almost gagged at the feel. It also had a very odd smell; not bad, per say, but unlike anything she'd experienced before.  

"What the-" When she felt movement under her hands from inside the giant thing, she jumped back with an even louder shriek than before, "Fucking fuck! Oh-" She gasped out, not sure if she had imagined it or if it had actually happened. As she had been feeling the thing, noting it's shape, plus the shock of movement, it kind of reminded her of an egg. 

Layla felt a massive chill go up her spine at the thought, her brain connecting the events from earlier. She didn't believe in coincidences. Especially not when they happened like this. Events that were this close in sequence, this similar in cadence...  

She'd decided at that point that she'd had enough, and quickly as she could in the dark, took off towards the door. There was a wet squelching sound coming from behind her, and she practically cried as the door did in fact open for her. The hallway was dim as well, but the few fluorescent lights at the tops of the walls for emergency purposes served to light the path she needed to take. Not even caring if her door closed behind her, Layla took off at a steady lope down the hall, her bare feet pounding on the floor, clanging over grates as she hit them.  

Near the end of the corridor, another patient's room door beeped, indicating it was about to open. Layla slowed her run, hoping they knew something she didn't, like what the hell was going on in this place. What came out the door though, she hadn't been expecting, and it made her scream and stumble back against the wall across from the door.  

There was a patient standing in the doorway, but there was something on his face. It kind of looked like a giant spider covering his entire head, absolutely fucking terrifying. Layla kept screaming, all rational thought leaving her head as she tried to edge past the guy. He was pulling at the thing's tail around his neck, reaching for her with the other hand. Torn between running and attempting to help him, she reached out and took his hand just as he collapsed onto the floor. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" She dropped to her knees next to him, hands pulled back near her chest, wondering what on Earth she was going to do. He didn't appear to be moving, but she could see his chest rising and falling even in the dim lighting. Tears in her eyes, she realized that she had never in her life been this terrified. "H-HELP!" She screamed, looking behind her to see if anyone else was about to come out of their rooms. Aside from the gentle hum that always emanated from the ship, it was completely quiet.  

A squeak sounded from the direction she had run from, and she turned around just in time to see something fly directly at her head. She couldn't stop it before it encased her in total darkness, the force of whatever it was hitting her face causing her to fall back on the floor, writhing as she attempted to pull it off, her screams muffled. That lasted for about twenty seconds. Then, she felt a different kind of darkness pulling at her - the kind that stemmed from exhaustion and terror. She succumbed to it, falling into blackness, her body slumping against the cold floor.

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AN: I do not own the Alien franchise or any of its characters, but Layla is my own OC, as well as a few others in this story.

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