#side note: they need to stop letting them men yell at my girl like that and talk crazy to her

[g0tmilkx3]

Idk why ppl think the writers of the bear are dumb and don’t have a storyboard but these writers are fucking fantastic and I trust them to give us an amazing szn 3 shipping aside they always give us the best writing and god the directing is otherworldly they need to be paid™️ their worth bc I wouldn’t survive a pushback or worse a cancellation 🧿

[alexa-fika]

hey I'm so so sorry but can you make nifty reader a female? I'm so so sorry I didn't clarify 😭 you don't have to at all I'm so so sorry

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Menace Ahoy (Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader)

A/N Absolutely no problem! Thank you for asking!

Talking about this post with male!reader

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which means Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“You lost her?!”

“The hell do you mean me?! You were also supposed to keep an eye on her!”

“That’s enough the both of you! Right now, we need to focus on finding her before she sneaks into the kitchen or the training areas.” The first-man yelled, scolding his crewmates

“I swear I had her by my side a few seconds ago. I just I blinked, and just like that, gone! It’s like she just up and vanished!” Ace said desperately, looking around

“That’s why you can’t take your eyes off her; she is quick like that,” mutters Vista, thinking of where the little menace could have run off to now

“She wouldn’t get off the ship, would she?” He questions

“Unlikely, she will only get down once she sees one of us has deboarded, and despite looking for trouble, she won’t leave our side unless we tell her she can,” Izou pipes in

Their discussion is quickly cut short as two voices join their conversation

“What have I told you about sneaking into the kitchen?” Thatch grumbles, holding a girl by the scruff of her shirt walking closer to the men

“But it was a mess! I needed to clean the mess up!” She fusses, looking up at the chef

“No, uh, Kitchen is a big No, No, don’t trust you not to steal one of my knives again.”

“It was dirty; I need to go back and clean it; I need to make sure it’s clean, so much mess, I need to clean it,” she rambled on as she began to spiral on the thought of the kitchen and all the tools and areas that needed to be cleaned up

“Hey, Hey, I get you want to clean, but you can’t just barge in and start cleaning; you could get badly hurt if you touched one of the hot surfaces. Please don’t go back in there without one of us,” He said, lowering the child to the ground

“Just don’t sneak in there again, got it?”

“Sorrey”

“It’s okay; I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried you could get badly hurt. How about you come to ask me first, and I‘ll let you know if I help clean?”

She grins, nodding excitedly

“Okay!”

“Hey, Dokucha, are you coming with us?” Called Vista; Marco and Izou already waiting for the pair at the port

“Yeah!” She exclaimed, running her way but skidding to a stop and looking at the two behind him

“Are you not coming?” She asked, looking at Thatch and Ace

“I’ll stay here; I have some things to attend to in the kitchen,” Thatch replies; he takes a moment to sigh and rub his head

“Someone has to keep this idiot some company,” quips Ace with a grin, only to groan as his comment was received with a hit on the back of the head

“What the hell, Thatch?!”

She snickers at her brothers' antics and resumes running her way to Vista, joining her as they go down the gangway

“Where are we going?”

Marco looks back at the two

“I need to refill some of the medical supplies; after that, we need to stack up on drinks,” Marco answered, looking down at the list he held in his hands

She jumps her way to Marco, hanging from his shoulder to take a look at the note

“What’s gunpowder? And what the hell is whetstone?” the girl asked, squinting at the words in the note

“Language,” muttered Marco, giving a side eye to the kid on his shoulder

“Whetstones are used to sharpen swords, Dokucha; I need it to sharpen my swords; the one we have has grown dull,” Vista answered

“Hehehehe, Can I have the swords when you sharpen them?”

“Certainly not.”

“Just for a little bit, just want to test them; how do you know if they go through the skin if you don’t try it?” She grinned, a maniacal look growing in her eyes

“Who are you trying this on?!”

“I can find people to stab real quick; you won’t miss them.”

“No”

“I can use the blood of our enemies.”

“Still no.”

“Bah, what about gunpowder?”

“It’s used for firing weapons like my pistols,” Izou replied, showing the kid his pistols as he said that

“No.”

“Din’t even ask!”

“Don’t need to; you wouldn’t be allowed.”

“Ugh, party poopers,” she whined, sticking her tongue at the two

They roll their eyes at her antics, a chuckle escaping Vista as he shakes his head

“You’re quite something, Dokucha,” Marco stated, putting the note away and beginning to make his way into town

“I wouldn’t trust you with a wea- Agh!” His words were cut off as one of the locals knocked into him, causing him to stumble slightly in surprise

“Watch where you’re walking, dumbass,” they growl, continuing their way deeper into town

“…”

“Stab, Stab?” She said, not taking her eyes off the person as they walked away, an ominous-looking smile growing on her face

“Leave them,” Marco groaned, brushing himself off

“But they deserve it to have their blood splattered!”

“They are not worth it,” Vista sighed, shaking his head

“It’s fine. Let them have their rude ways; they hardly deserve any of your attention,” Izou added

“Don’t let people like that bother you, Dokucha; people like that enjoy pushing people around. It’s best not to waste your time with them,” Vista finished

“They were rude; come on, just one stab! I’ll make the prettiest painting with their blood.”

“No”

“No one will mis-

“Absolutely not”

Everyone would be hap-

“Just drop it.”

“Come o-

The three stated their answers firmly, all three sharing a similar tone that told him there was no room for discussion

“Party poopers”

Again thank you for asking nicely, I have no problem publishing a piece again with the pronouns changed for you guys as long as you guys asked nicely! So don’t be afraid to ask, it’s an easy fix!

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Just a girl

Summary: the sully boys protect you because you are the eldest daughter and the most sought out.

Notes: it's a fem reader because I based this on the song Just a Girl by Gwen Stefani.

They would do anything to keep their family's women safe and comfortable. Jake raised the boys to protect their family, specifically their eldest sister. Jake by himself was enough protection for a while but eventually, the boys grew into wanting to protect their family too. When you turned 17 the overprotectiveness was suffocating in a way, not a single Metikyan man approached you. Not because they didn't find you beautiful or capable of being a mate, it was just your family, and no 'girl' was worth a broken nose. When they did approach you Neteyam, Lo'ak, or Jake was looming over you intimidating the boys.

Your Pov:

I'm so tired. So tired of Neteyam. I'm tired of Lo'ak. I'm sick and tired of Dad encouraging them. I have completed my rite of passage here with the people of the reef. I am deemed an adult, and my brothers need to move on and stop worrying. Several men in my life have sought me out, yet they are always scared away. Im just a girl. I'm just a little girl to my father and YOUNGER BROTHERS. It's going to stop eventually I will make it stop. They will stop treating me like a little clueless girl. I won't be dragged away from a potential mate any longer so when he meets me I will fix this. I asked Aonung to help me out, yet he only agreed to anger Lo'ak which will happen. I see him walk across the sand straight toward me with his cheeky grin. Lo'ak and Neteyam are following behind him confused as to why Aonung insisted they walked with him.

I break out into a run grinning about to start the plan, I crash straight into Aonungs chest wrapping my arms around his torso. He picks me up and spins me around laughing a little before kissing the top of my head. Aonung puts me back down in front of him while asking the biggest question: "Are they mad?". I put each hand on one side of his face and lean in closer than friendly and reply: "They're pissed". He smiles brighter than I've ever seen but gets pulled back by the shoulder by one of the boys. Neteyam was absolutely baffled he knew people found interest in his sister but to touch her was something he wasn't prepared for. So I'm guessing he called Dad. Aonung shrugs off what seems to be Lo'ak not shifting away from my gaze until I ask him to. I lean up towards Aonung and whisper for him to leave so he doesn't have to see the situation. He looks at me worriedly wanting more affirmation but I just nod. He walks away ignoring Lo'aks pestering for the first time ever.

Dad strides up to me with Neteyam and Lo'ak standing by his side. "What did I tell you, girl? Shit like that is too dangerous", Dad said for the millionth time. I scoff disrespecting my father, "Don't you think I know exactly where I stand?" I say glancing at each of them. Dad scrunched his face a little taken aback, "We don't think you do y/n". Neteyam chimes in always trying to be the peacemaker, "We just want you to be safe". I huff out a quick exhale and my volume builds up with my words, "This world is forcing me to hold your hand". "You aren't holding our hand don't say that", Lo'ak says not wanting to come to his senses just yet. "I'm just a girl right?! Little old me! Well, guys don't let me out of your sight!", I yell at them harsher than I ever have. It feels good to finally be in charge of myself.

The men don't dare to move another inch, I never yell they are most likely in shock. That won't stop me, not today. "Guess I'm some kind of freak. 'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes. I'm just a girl", they all tense when I call myself a freak. They have always done that hearing me talk bad about myself, and they visibly are uncomfortable with the fact that people stare at me. "You are not just a girl to us. You are family we are meant to protect you from this world", Dad doesn't get it all. "I've had it up to here Dad. There are many reasons for me to run and hide, I know that. I've experienced them but you will not treat me like a little girl any longer", Dad sighs heavily looking at his two sons for help that they cant provide. "Baby girl look--", I cut him off quickly almost talking to myself "I'm just a girl. I'm just a girl in the world". I hear him start talking again and I shake my head No vigorously, "That's all that you'll let me be! ". Dad's ears pin back similar to Neteyam and Lo'aks.

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

The devil and I

Tw’s: blood, gore, near SA

Request: hey, I was wondering whether you could do something along the lines of where joes group hold rick at gunpoint but instead of it being michonne and Carl it’s the reader, Carl and rick? And they try to hurt y/n. If you’re comfortable with that? Thank you!

I’m so sorry this took me forever- i binged twd all over again so I’ve got inspiration to write this scene… legit my love for Rick is only growing🥲❤️ note: I am not following the scene so words will not be the same and actions will not be the same. Edit: this has been sat in my drafts for ages I forgot to post it so apologies. (Daryl not included in this version sorry!)

A/N: literally if Rick protected me like this I would legit fold. 😭

Safety was always something no one took for granted yet whenever you took safety for granted even for a split second everything went terribly wrong… exactly like this moment. You were now stood with your hands up in surrender Rick stood beside you and Carl in the car asleep. You listened to the cruel man as he began talking, blaming Rick— going on a tangent about how Rick was going to pay with his life. It made you feel sick to your stomach your fearful eyes locking onto Rick who was clearly watching you out of his peripheral one of his hands inches away from grabbing his pistol his other hand raised. “You think you’re all that?” His voice was sarcastic “well let me tell you somethin’ you killed our friend! That means we’ve gotta kill you! Start with the girl…” his cold eyes moved to look at you, eyes scanning up and down your body tongue lightly licking against his lower lip as he smirked “then we’ll kill you.” His eyes snapped back to Rick who looked infuriated to say the least. “It was my fault okay? Don’t- don’t get my people involved” he spat out. “Don’t? Oh you should’ve thought about that before killing my men!” He yelled making you flinch, immediately making his attention return to you as he suddenly turned his gun on you ricks eyes narrowing as he clenched his jaw,

“Hey! Keep the gun on me. On me.” Rick demanded, Joe looking at him with annoyance “you think you have fuckin’ control in this situation? Well buddy you’re wrong. You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” Jesus Christ this guy needed to take a chill pill. Your body trembled as the gun remained pointed at you, Rick too being held at gun point by another man as the other men in the group began searching around— the chubby one finding Carl, beginning to sniff him out in a crude horrible way your eyes wide as you watched the man do the unthinkable… this was sick! “Leave him be!” Rick yelled referring to Carl, Joe only laughing. He could’ve stopped his men from touching Carl.. pinning him down but he didn’t. He seemed to find it amusing. You watched with wide eyes until eventually you couldn’t cope anymore, making a drastic decision as you attempted to sprint over to Carl only for one of the skinner men to kick out his foot making you trip as you landed face first in the mud. “Well that was a dumb decision wasn’t it sweetheart!” You breathed heavily hearing Rick struggle slightly “don’t do anything to them— fuck! Don’t touch them! They didn’t do anything. It was all me! Leave them be!” Rick raised his voice desperately but despite that Joe didn’t listen, only mocking Rick further.

That’s when you felt a hand grab you, swiftly turning you over as you watched the tall man come down to straddle your waist— grubby hand grabbing your jaw as he got a good look at you. “Joe she’s a pretty one. Might keep her!” The man laughed out evilly Rick’s cold pale blue eyes glaring straight into the back of the man’s head his hands clenched by his side as he tried to breathe normally the fury on his face clearer than anything. He was about to snap… about to do something wrong… but these men couldn’t just do this. His eyes slid to the fat man who was now loosening his belt, ricks heart dropping into his stomach. “Don’t touch me!” You yelled averting ricks gaze back to you, watching you fight the man off attempting to push him away only for him to grab your wrists and pin them above your head “don’t touch her! Get your filthy hands off of her” he demanded, Joe taking that as a advantage more than anything knowing Rick seeing his people being hurt would cause him more pain… but unbeknownst to Joe it would also spur him on to doing something else in retaliation. “Hey— turn her around so he can see her face.” Joe laughed out, the man holding you down quickly obeying a sick grin on his lips as he forced you onto the floor— Rick now stood where you could see him but because you were laying on the ground he was upside down. Tears clung to your eyelashes as you stared at him in fear the terror clear. “You can take what you want! Just stop it. Stop this!” Rick demanded but it fell upon deaf ears. The men didn’t care. Rick watched as the man holding you began cutting your T-shirt off until you were exposed- leaving you in your bra and jeans.

“Well would you look at that… ya convinced yet?” He spoke to Joe as if asking whether they could keep you now. Joe only smirked and you watched in horror as the man began cutting your bra off, ricks eyes fleeing to look at Carl again the man pressing a knife to the young boys skin ricks head aching, his vision spinning, before he acted in complete panic and need to save you both as he abruptly head butted Joe making a bullet fly into the air— hitting one of joe’s men straight in the head knocking him unconscious immediately. The smell of gunpowder swirled in the air and you quickly kicked the man in the balls, watching him attempt to ease the pain only for him to pin you down again as you struggled barely registering what Rick had done, the familiar metallic scent of blood making you look over at him momentarily as your body continued to desperately fight…. Rick had bitten a huge chunk of flesh out of joe’s neck… clearly tearing an artery… your breath hitched as Rick stormed towards the two of you his beard coated in blood before he roughly stood the man up, shoving his gun onto his chin “give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn’t pull the trigger.” Rick growled out, but didn’t even wait as he pulled the trigger— it was violent… vicious… merciless.. you watched with wide eyes as Rick didn’t even tend to you, yet, instead moving toward the fat man who was now up hands raised attempting to desperately save his own life. You weakly scurried towards Carl, grabbing him and holding him close as the boy gripped onto you, a shadow of terror in his eyes… he was traumatised… you knew what Rick was going to do. He was going to end this man’s life in the most horrific way for touching his son and so you quickly but gently helped Carl get into the car, your head turning just in time to watch a sharp hunting knife be shoved into the man’s stomach— the jagged teeth immediately sinking into his flesh as Rick began dragging the knife upwards… literally gutting the man like a fish.

You watched with wide eyes your breath hitching, Rick keeping the man held up as he stared into his eyes watching how the life drained from him little by little and as the man slumped Rick began violently stabbing the man over and over and over again. Your eyes filled with terror. You hadn’t seen Rick like this before… never… he was so composed but obviously and rightfully so he acted like this correctly. You would too if it was your child. But you were also traumatised from also nearly being sexually assaulted. Your brain wasn’t entirely working and so you shakily got into the car and began comforting Carl your face twisted with pain and other emotions that couldn’t quite be deciphered… you were unsure with what you felt… you were confused… desperate for comfort but you knew Carl needed it more than you at the moment. You silently pulled a blanket over him in an attempt to sooth him, your fingers beginning to run through his hair gently.

—

You weren’t sure how long had passed but it was now daylight, the sun breaking through the clouds. You were sat near the car a numb expression on your face, your head bowed your body covered in blood and dirt hands trembling slightly. You were still shirtless, bra hanging on by only one strap but that was the least of your worries. You barely noticed as the familiar boots came into view, the man soon sitting beside you your eyes catching onto his hands covered in dried blood his wedding ring coated in the crimson liquid your eyes remaining locked on it momentarily before you looked away again. “Are you okay?” Those words left his lips so compassionately yet you could hear the tiredness in his voice. He didn’t need someone else to worry about.

“Fine.” You murmured back tiredly ricks eyes boring into you as he studied you carefully, he was an ex sheriff for gods sake he wasn’t dumb… he could sniff a lie out immediately. But really was anyone okay nowadays? “Hey” he reached his hand out grabbing onto your hand gently his grip tender and you slowly looked at him feeling gross. You could still feel the man’s hands on your body… groping you. “He touched me rick.” You whimpered feeling pathetic but you trusted him. Deeply. You knew you could talk to him without being judged. “I can feel his hands everywhere.” Tears stung your eyes as finally a few trailed down your cheeks leaving pale marks down your mud covered cheeks, Rick didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He however didn’t think much on it, instead giving your hand a squeeze. “I won’t let that happen ever again. Im sorry y/n.” He spoke tenderly and you glanced at him tired eyes locking with his and you only shook your head. “Not your fault.” You assured calmly yet emotionally, Rick didn’t speak for a moment or two before he eventually stood up. You believed he was going to leave but much to your surprise you watched as he removed his jacket, extending a hand out towards you as you slowly and timidly grabbed his hand. He pulled you up carefully before helping you put the jacket on, and once it was over you he leaned down slightly grabbing the ends of the jacket as he zipped it up for you until the zip dangled just below your neck before he stood back up. “We’ll get moving as soon as Carl is awake. Don’t want to risk running into anymore folk like that…” he spoke and you nodded silently, expecting him to walk off which he did at first before pausing turning to look at you “again I’m sorry.” He paused momentarily before walking back to you and much to your gratefulness and surprise he pulled you in for an abrupt hug, holding you for a solid 50 seconds before he pulled away hands resting on your shoulders “we’ll be alright.” He reassured searching your eyes that held doubt and worry and you gulped heavily before nodding. He then pulled away, “Rick” you murmured shakily making him pause as he looked back at you “pinky promise?” You held your pinky out for him watching as he glanced down at your pinky outstretched for his and he smiled slightly before nodding, stepping back towards you his pinky locking with yours “I pinky promise that we’ll be alright y/n.” He spoke whilst looking into your eyes. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you or carl ever again.” The look in his eyes saying that much… he was going to protect you and his family until his last dying breath.

[mochie85]

Man of the Month Outtake: Men Are From Mars...

...Women are from Venus.

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Summary: Bucky lets the rest of the group know how his photoshoot went. The girls take you to a nice dinner out on the town. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 716 Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, A/N: thank you to @athalialaufeyson for helping me out with the translations. Thank you my gem! 💎✨😘

The sound of deep thumps and metal clashing stopped as soon as Bucky approached the gym. Most of the team had been training. Loki in particular threw himself into drill works with his daggers. He stopped momentarily when he saw Barnes walk into the gymnasium. As did all the other men who were there.

Loki noted that only Xu and Lang were the only ones who continued their exercises. As if they didn’t need to know the outcome of Barnes’ photoshoot with you.

“It’s not me guys,” he said with the most forlorn expression. Wilson came up to him and patted him on the shoulder. Rogers just crossed his arms with a trivial look of smugness on his face.

A small bud of hope bloomed inside of Loki as Thor nudged him on the shoulder. “Ikke bry deg om de, bror. Helvete vil ønske deg velkommen raskere med all din bekymring.” (Don’t pay them any attention, brother. Hell would welcome you faster with all your worrying.)

“Det er vanskelig å la være når disse gribbene prøver å vinne kjærligheten til ditt livs kjærlighet.” (It's hard not to when these vultures are trying to win the affection of the love of your life.)

“FAEN! (Fuck!) I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!” Thor burst into a scream.

“Shh. Shh.” Loki shushed him, pushing him to keep quiet as everyone’s attention turned towards Thor.

“Peace. Peace.” Thor said to everyone else. “As you were.” But inside, Thor felt as giddy as spring maidens frolicking in the newly bloomed fields of Asgard.

Meanwhile, Nat, Wanda, and Pepper had taken you out of the tower completely to have dinner. They saw you break down. You haven’t been yourself in a while and they missed your usual joyful nature.

Pepper took you all to an exclusive restaurant where you had a private booth in the back all to yourselves. The dinner was exquisite and you were all just drinking and relaxing talking about various life pursuits.

“So, how’s the calendar coming along?” Pepper asked. “Tony isn’t overworking you, is he?”

“No. No, he’s not. He’s been very lax about it actually.” You answered.

“So why do you look like you’re so wound up?” Wanda asked sipping her cocktail.

“Well imagine, that every single day of your job, you have to fend off the advances of different men hoping to get your attention. Some of them being your closest friends and others really just breaking your heart.”

Nat snorted and gave you the side-eye. “Ok miss perfect. I get it,” you said to her.

“Why don’t you just tell them it’s Laufeyson and get it over with? You should’ve just done that from the beginning.” Nat said.

“Ok, you knew?!” You exclaimed.

“We all did,” Pepper said.

“Frankly I don’t know why it’s taking the guys so long to figure it out. It’s so freaking obvious.” Wanda chimed in.

“Which brings me back to my question. Why don’t you just say it’s him and get it over with?” Nat asked again.

“Because he doesn’t like me, Nat. He only thinks of me as a friend.” The collective groan from the three women made you cringe. “I’m not ready for that rejection.”

“You’re just as oblivious as the men!” Wanda yelled, signaling the bartender for another cocktail.

“They’re probably all in the gym right now. Working out, thinking that they need that extra muscle to show off.” Pepper giggled. “When in reality it’s the…”

“…the arms,” Nat interjected. “When you can trace that vein up his arms and rolled-up sleeves because he’s straining to keep his unbridled desire for you.”

“Or the stare. When he sees you walk into a room and his eyes darken and his jaw clenches at the sight of you and he loses all train of thought.” Wanda added.

“…the whispers in your ear.” Pepper finally finished, looking out into the restaurant, lost in her train of thought. “The sweet romantic ones of love and support. Then the dirty naughty ones when no one is watching.” All four of you tittered at Pepper’s thoughts.

“No. They’re all at the gym right now working out because they can’t understand the female gaze.”

“To the female gaze.” Nat raised her drink up high.

“To the female gaze,” you all followed.

An alternate calendar for Bucky's October.

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[cwritesforfun]

Jake Hangman Seresin x Fem!Reader: Fight For You

She is fighting someone but gets injured. He loses it. 

**Y/N = Your Name**

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Hangman’s POV

I heard some dude talking shit about Y/N’s skill earlier and I shut that down real quick. I almost threw a punch, but we were on the base and I didn’t want to be suspended for my behavior. They still look ticked off that I stood up for her and after I said something. It still bothers me that people talk like that about their colleagues. I need to keep watch on Y/N to make sure she’s okay. 

I hear my name and I look up to see Y/N angrily storming toward me. This cannot be good. I did need to speak to her though.  I ask “And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Y/N snaps “You stood up for me! You did not need to do that!” I reply “They were talking smack about you. I didn’t want to hear them saying bad stuff about someone I care about. I would fight them for you if I have to.” She sighs and replies “Yeah well now they seem to hate me even more. They want to make any life a living hell and this… this made it worse. I get that you were just trying to help and I appreciate it, but it did not help. Please stay away.” I’m about to respond, but she storms off. I try to follow and she yells “Lay off Hangman!” 

... Night Off... Setting: The Hard Deck ... 

I’ve been keeping my eye from a distance on Y/N and I told Phoenix to help. Phoenix understood and told me those same guys used to bully her. The only reason it stopped is that Y/N arrived.

Y/N and Phoenix walk in and then over to us. I pat a space next to me and motion for Y/N to take a seat, which she does surprisingly.  I ask “So how was the rest of your week?” She answers “I know you told Phoenix. She told me. You upset her because now she thinks it’s her fault. She thinks it’s her fault for not warning me sooner about their taunting. I noticed you watching me this week. They did too. I got a note that mentioned it.” I ask “A note?! And you didn’t tell me? I’m trying to look after you, Y/N.” She answers “Stop trying.” She then gets up and goes to play pool.

I get another beer and slowly the night passes by.

When we’re about to leave, I ask “Where is Y/N? Doesn’t she need a ride?” Phoenix shrugs and says “She went to the bathroom. I’ll go check on her.” I wait and talk with Bob who seems freaked out that I’m speaking politely. Phoenix returns and says “Y/N is gone.”

Rooster walks over to us and says “You guys need to come quick. Y/N is outside and she’s about to fight them.”

We run outside and I see Y/N fighting the group. It’s very unevenly matched, but that’s not the real problem. The real issue is that Y/N is getting pummeled and she would never ask for help. I know that she’ll help me if I help her, but I also know that I would never be able to live with myself if I didn’t help her.

I run over to them as fast as I can and I swing a punch into one of their faces. One of them exclaims “Well look who it is. The knight in shining armor. The pretty boy. Hangman.” I reply “And look at you... bullies through and through. It’s cowardly that it takes 4 of you to fight one girl.” One of them scoffs and says “I guess 2 against 4 is better than 1 against 4.” I hear “Try 3 against 4.” I see Phoenix standing there fists raised.

The men stand there and we fight them. 

I then hear “Stay there and she doesn’t get hurt.” I look over and one of them has a knife to Y/N’s throat. I notice Y/N’s panicked expression and heaving breathing. 

I raise my hands and say “Fine I’ll lay off. Let her go.” The one with the knife shakes their head and says “She got the job I was supposed to get. Why should I let her go? I end her and I get my job back.” I carefully step forward and reply “You’ll have to kill me too then.” The one with the knife shrugs and as he raises the knife about to stab her, Phoenix knocks him down from the side and I catch Y/N who falls into my arms.

We leave them on the beach, but we call Maverick. We tell him everything and he agrees to bring it to the higher-ups to get them kicked out of the program as well as hopefully suspended. He says we may have to tell statements to police to get the one with the knife arrested. He says the best we can hope for is that the rest of them are kicked out and transferred. We thank him for helping.

Y/N gets into my car and I slide into the driver’s seat. I exclaim “I’m going to bring you to your place, right?” She nods and says “I could’ve ridden with Phoenix. We live together and it would be easier.” I ask “But is it what you want to do?” She answers “No.”

We drive to her place and when we pull into the driveway, I exclaim “Y/N, before you leave and before you get mad at me for helping you, I want you to know that I will always fight for you. Anytime you need me to help, I will. You’re everything to me and I will do anything for you.” She asks “Really?” I answer “Yes. Anything for you, Miss Y/N. I would’ve fought all of them for you to be okay.”  She half smiles and asks “So this was all because you care about me? You acted this way because of your feelings?” I nod and she nods too. She then says “I didn’t really want you to stay away and lay off earlier this week. I just thought I could handle it on my own. I couldn’t. I’m glad you were there for me. So uh thanks, Hangman. We can give the whole dating thing a try. I wouldn’t be opposed.” I smirk and say “So I take it that you like me too?” She kisses me on the cheek and says “Yes and thanks for everything. I need to leave before I do something I regret.” I reply “You’ll never regret me or forget me.” She opens the door and says “I don’t think I could ever forget you, Hangman.”  

[queen-paladin]

A PSA regarding women writers and directors

(tw: mentions of internal misogony, domestic abuse, cheating, and suicide)

I hear all this stuff on Tiktok and on Instagram. All about the phrase "Written by a woman" in regard to men and cis-hetero relationships. Praising women for creating "soft" male love interests that check all the boxes. And for their treatment of female characters. Like the "Female Rage" trend where instead of an angry woman yelling and losing their cool, we only have a woman glaring directly into the camera. They list all these books and films written and directed by women noting this. Now, let's be clear- I am 100 percent for supporting female-created and controlled works

But

Can we stop pretending women writers and directors are perfect? That there aren't women who are internally misogynistic and problematic in various ways (Do I even need to mention Rowling. I mean, she's a woman after all too!)? And that for those women who are artists, that said internal misogyny doesn't show up in their works? And that they don't romanticize things that are really messed up, wrong, or even dangerous?

Take Colleen Hoover for example. She's huge on Tiktok and you will see her books promoted everywhere. You would think if you picked up one of her books that it would involve all the Romance Written By A Woman Goodness.

BUT

So many of her books romanticize abuse, toxic relationships, and cheating with her female protagonists easily forgiving the male love interests (ex. Verity and All Your Perfects) or excusing and not taking accountability for their actions (for ex. hitting on a guy when they 100% know he has a girlfriend, calling other women "sluts" which the heroine of Maybe Someday does).

Or in Erin Morgenstern's The Night Circus where it is implied that Isobel is a bad person for being upset about her boyfriend cheating on her for the female lead and being dumped for the Side Chick?

Or take Kiera Cass's The Selection. In the first book of the series, we have a female protagonist who looks down on other women for wearing super show-offy dresses that promote their cleavage in a beauty competition (Yup! We also get slut-shaming!) While said modest, plain dressing (she dresses plain because she is "not beautiful" and "not like other girls!") heroine gets praised and called beautiful and ultimately lands the prince for this.

And I cannot tell you how many times in historical fiction and even sometimes in fantasy written by women I read a protagonist who "wasn't like other girls" who shat on women for wearing corsets, being "ladies", liking sewing and dresses, actually wanting romance, etc. And the female characters who DO that stuff sometimes even get punished and criticized for it! (ex, Enola Holmes, A Court of Thorns and Roses, A Great And Terrible Beauty, and my favorite punching bag, The Essex Serpent. Shout out to the tv adaptation to have the Proper Lady Stella's one act of agency after being cheated on and getting terminally sick...is to KILL HERSELF) Like it was a bad thing for women of that time or even women today to enjoy traditionally feminine things or to want romance. (I could also get into historic accuracy, but that's a different can of worms. Watch Karolina Zebrowska's videos for more in-depth explanations like "How men taught us to hate corsets" and "busting historic myths on women").

(There is also the whole element of other factors like racism, ageism, transphobia, and homophobia, that we could get into, but let's not make this post long)

Just because it is written or directed by a woman doesn't make it default good and perfect. Women are people. So women can be flawed and make mistakes. And women can create stories that hold up patriarchal ideas and notions and that shows up in their writing. Women can romanticize shitty men. Women can tear down other women for doing something harmless.

Listen, if you enjoy these stories that don't make you a bad, problematic person. You can definitely read them, but keep an eye out and question things. Women can create problematic elements in their stories just as much as men do and we need to watch out for them and deconstruct and question these when we see them.

Ok, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[webslingingslasher]

So at school last week I was minding my own business with my friend. We were laying on the basketball court and these annoying little fucks came over and started playing basketball which was fine but they were supposed to be in class. So they were going around us and all then they went to this thing that we keep like soccer balls and basketballs and started throwing them at us directly. We told them nicely to stop but they wouldn't. And then this one boy looked at me grabbed a football and said "Tom Brady!" before chucking it at my face. I blocked it but I was already having a rough day so I blew up and screamed at him and I swore and a teacher heard me and got pissed and came down yelling and started defending the boys and telling me I can control myself and there's no reason to swear. And every time I tried to defend myself and explain he'd juts get mad and even the boy who threw the football admitted that it was his fault. But the teacher just went she can control herself and not swear. But mind you these boys swear all the time and the teacher who scolded me even swears in front of me and other students in my class. And as I was full on sobbing and having a panic attack the teacher was like we just have to have lines in the sand that you can't cross. And literally the next day the teacher asked this girl what a pair of socks said and she swore and the teacher was just laughing and she said the same swear word as me which was fucking and he had her say it twice. (The teacher was also a guy so figures he defends the boys) So all in all most men suck and I fucking hate school. Anyway that's all I just needed to rant because I'm having another rough week.

-🥀

hello my wilty rose friend!

i’m so sorry :( the good ol boys club is something that never goes away, everyday i gotta fight for a speck of respect at my job. also, i can tell how cringy this is bc they def tried to look hot and cool then got pissed when it backfired. good for u bestie, don’t let those lil shits be lil shits.

side note: when i was a freshman i got suspended bc i wouldn’t give my teacher my phone bc i texted my mom and asked her to come get me, he said “go to the principal,” and i went “ok and i’ll tell him how you were hyping mia up saying fuck and the n word”

- i still got sent there

- i told him about the teacher

-principal said they were talking about me

- got mad & still refused to give my phone up

- got asked “do you want a 3 day suspension?”

- said “i could use a vacation”

- got suspended and mom got called

- didn’t get in trouble at home (mom was v proud i stuck up for myself)

[moxxie-mayday]

MEET-Leif’s ver-My Inner Demons

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Chapter 1/?

Ava groaned as she answered the phone as I grab some bread. I over hear her phone call about an anime convention. I open the fridge to find mostly nothing just jam and cream cheese. I grab the jam and put it on my toast before sitting on the couch.

"Shoot! We have no food" Ava complained

"Yep. Want me to go to the store and get somethings" I ask

"No I got it. but thanks Y/n" Ava replied

"Ok. By the way their is money on the counter if you need it" I say while I take a bite of my breakfast

"Thank you Y/n. Since my interview is at the store all just get somethings from there" Ava says getting ready

"Oh shoot I'm going to be late for work!" I say getting up

I run to my room and get changed and in my uniform.

"GOOD LUCK AVA" I yell as I run out the door.

I make it to the cafe which I work at. When I get there I realize I was just 10 minutes late.

"Y/n your late" My boss says to me.

"I'm so sorry! I tripped on the way here”

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A few minutes go by of me cleaning tables and getting customers orders.

I look out the window to see a whole bunch of cosplayers walking around and of course fan girls. I can hear the constant yelling and giggling. (I hate the word giggle)

After that a few teenagers come in and I ask them what they want. They take a very long time to order I get their drinks made.

The day goes on as normal servings people, making drinks (etc). I finish up and start walking back to the apartment.

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I get to the apartment and open the door to see five men in our apartment.

"Ummm Ava who are they?" I question

"I do know just call the police!"

I quicky get out my phone.

shoot its dead

I think to myself what to do in this situation.

but my thoughts are interrupted by the uninvited people yelling.

{Hello me again, this is where I stopped writing in 2021 and came back around 2022}

"I FOUND THE SOURCE OF MAGIC!" One of them called out

Is that a bra..I think it is.. OMG WHAT THE HELL. Wait I think I know them..? Asch?! Pierce, Noi, Rhys, and...

Him..

Why are they here...

Why is He here

"Who are you strange human" one of them says snapping me anyway from my thoughts.

"Y/n..."

"L/n.."

"You mean..." Rhys says hesitantly

"Yes"

"Why are you here I thought..we all thought you were gone...forever" Asch informs

"Well surprise...ta da"

"How did you get here? We thought you lost all your magic" Noi asks

"Well I still got some left..haha"

"Why did you run away...Why didn't you tell us you were alive.." He says silently

"Why didn't you come back..."

"I...wanted a new life a fresh start..a chance to restart my life. This was the only place I could think of.."

"And I didn't want to be the reason you all..."

I pause for a little

"Die.."

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A few hours past of all of us catching up and talking. I tell Ava that I used to be one of Prince Asch's bodyguards along side the others. Leif is really quiet...for once. Its...unlike him

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A few hours pass again and it's now 1 in the morning. Ava was asleep the others were asleep all except for one I walk into the kitchen to get some water. When I see him

"Hey.."

"Hi.."

"Couldn't sleep?" I ask

"No" He says while walking into the kitchen and sitting on a bar stool.

I open the cabinet and grab a glass and put it on the counter.

"Why didn't you tell us.."

"Pardon?"

"Leif..I have already told you why"

"You could've told us you wanted to leave. If you gave us a reason we would've understood.."

"Ya but you guys would try and stop me" I say with a quieter laugh trying not to wake everyone.

"You could've left like a note or something"

"So we wouldn't worry about you.."

I just stood there letting him speak.

"When I thought you died I was..we were devastated"

"I didn't want to believe it..you were and still are the most powerful sorceress I know"

"So when you..I didn't wanna believe it"

He just went on...and I let him

"I cared so much for you and still do...you were my everything you always brighten up every place you went to"

"Put a smile on peoples face...put a smile on my face"

"Why are you telling me all this Leif?"

"It's because I like you Y/n"

"I like you too.." I say

"But not in the same way I do..." He says looking down

"Leif.." I say grabbing his hand and he looks up"

"I do like you in the same way..."

We stare at each other for a few seconds which feels like forever.

"Im gonna go to sleep..."

"Ok see you in the morning" I say grabbing my water and going back to my room.

Before I fully closed the door we shared on last glance before I closed the door.

Holy shit…

I just did that

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Words: <906>

Continues in part two.....~

I started writing this in 2021..it is currently 2023- most of this is cringy and old but if you like it I guess I will continue...

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[kartificialdreams]

Breaking

Chapter 1

2006

“I’m tired, I’m gonna head home!” I try yelling over the music to Takashi.

“Hold on a sec! I’ll go with but I gotta talk to Mikey first!”

“I’ll wait outside!”

I head outside, trying not to bump into anyone who could spill their drink on the dress Taka just made me. It’s freezing cold outside but it’s better than being surrounded by the drunks inside. I hear a few men catcalling, I rolled my eyes as one makes a handjob gesture.

“Awe c’mon don’t be like that cutie, we just wanna get to know ya.” They started to walk my direction.

“No thanks.” I walked a little closer to the street.

“We don’t bite. Promise.” Another guy lunged, grabbing my hand, the others surrounding me.

“Hey! Get off!” I kicked one in the balls, another in the stomach and elbowed one in the ribs.

“We got a fighter.” The one I elbowed smirked wickedly as he slapped me and grabbed a fist full of my hair.

The others joining, kicking me in return for the ones I dealt, they got a few good ones in before a voice rang out.

“Let her go.” What felt like an icy aura resonating from the source.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Doesn’t matter. He told you to let her go.” A different voice added.

“Back off 4 eyes I didn’t ask you.”

“Really wish I didn’t have to but~ not only have you hurt the girl and you’ve disrespected my dear little brother. For that, you’ll have to pay.”

“Take her, we’ll handle them.” Instantly, the one who was holding me took off.

He threw me over his shoulder and started to run down the street, my fists punching at his back, I wasn’t going anywhere without a fight.

“Stop you fucking bitch!” He growled.

I threw my body to the side, connecting myself with the concrete as I rolled him under me. His eyes wide as I threw punches at him.

With a huff, I get up, watching as he lies on the ground attempting to cover his face. I turn as someone whistles behind me.

“Damn princess, looks like you didn’t need help after all.” A tall lanky figure stalks towards me, a slightly shorter male to his left.

“I wouldn’t have been able to take all of them. So thanks.” I gave a weak smile before placing my hand on my abdomen, the pain starting to burst through.

“You took quite a few hits back there.” The one with glasses flatly spoke.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I need to head back.”

“What? Are you crazy? You literally just got snatched from there.” The lanky one twisted a braid with his baton.

‘Baton? Who the- fuck. Ran and Rindo fucking Haitani.’

“My brother’s back that way.” I push past them.

They walk back with me, keeping a short distance from me. We get back to the house, Takashi’s outside, phone to ear and looking around frantically, other members of Toman beside him.

“Taka!” I call for him.

He whips his head to look at me and runs to hug me, I wince from how tight he hugged me.

“Careful she had a few good beatings.” Ran calls.

Takashi notices who’s talking and gets ready to pick a fight.

“They helped me. They weren’t the ones who hurt me.” I place my hand on his shoulder, Taka looking shocked for a split second before regaining his composure.

“Thanks then. Let’s get you home.” He wraps his arm around my waist and head to his bike.

Ran stares as the taillight of Mitsuya’s motorcycle illuminates the black abyss.

“That was nice of you to help someone in need brother.” Rindo stares at his older brother.

Ran hums, still looking at the red light as it makes a turn, fully disappearing.

“Let’s go home. This party is gonna be boring as hell now.” Ran turns, both him and Rindo kicking the bodies they just beat up on the way.

‘She’s interesting.’ Ran thought, looking at the one she’d beaten.

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Hello! It’s been a long time since I’ve written so sorry if it’s a little on the short side. Please let me know if you like it! My idea for this is right person wrong time and ending on a bad note (past) to be enemies to lovers in the future!

Here’s a bit of background!

Older sister of Takashi, Luna and Mana. I wanted the reader to have a family and this is one of the more stable ones.

One year younger than Ran, same age as Rindo, 2 years older than Takashi. I wanted them to be of age, which I’m 2006 would make them 18.

Is semi part of Toman in younger days only to look after Takashi and his friends, hence why she can fight.

I wanted to make a reader thats isn’t completely helpless and can hold her own but also is a sweetheart?

I wanted to lay a foundation to where and how they met. Kinda love at first sight but knowing it on Ran’s side.

Doesn’t follow any real timeline. I wanted to give myself wiggle room. So no Ran vs. Mitsuya really, but Toman, other gangs and eventually Bonten do exist. So slight spoilers if you don’t know?

There will be eventual smut, talks of mental health, violence, jealousy, etc. So please read at your own discretion, 18+ only please.

Will use the typical Y/N, in future.

I don’t know if I’ll keep the title as ‘Breaking’ but I figured it’s good since it can mean a lot of things.

I’d love to interact more with you all and I’ll try to reply to you when I can! I’ll try posting as frequently as I can! Thank you! 💜

[theimperialnuisance]

FFXIV Write 2022 //ffxivwrite info//prompt list//character info//master post//

Prompt nineteen: Turn a Blind Eye | idiom: to intentionally not give someone or something attention | Word count: 1446 Characters: Kien Eilath and N’noah Wiloh Cw: None Notes: Little short one-shot of how Kien and N’noah met! This is around the early ARR timeline so Kien is about 18/19 here and N'noah is 18. Still actively writing this so please enjoy the first half and I’ll reblog it as soon as it’s finished :3

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The Sapphire Avenue Exchange was busier than he thought it would be. When Blaise had told him about the market, he was expecting it to be similar to the Gridania markets–crowded but not overly so. This was much livelier than expected. The long avenue was aligned with stalls on both sides with merchants yelling out their goods above the chattering crowd while some others were off to the side with papers of their event or tavern, trying to win the attention of shoppers as they passed by. Kien kept close to Blaise and Tokki as they made their way through the crowd but the minute the Keeper spotted an empty bench to the side, he made a beeline for it, telling his two companions he needed a bit of breather.

As fascinating as it was to be a new place, Kien admittedly felt overwhelmed and was glad to be apart from the crowd, even if it wasn’t too far off. He let out a heavy sigh as he plopped back onto the bench, feeling physically drained. Just as he closed his eyes to catch a bit of a doze, his ears flickered on alert as an angry shout wormed its way through the crowd. “Oy! That infuriating girl! Where in the hell did she go!” 

Kien stood back up, his instincts kicking in as he scanned the crowd for the cause of commotion, instantly spotting two brute looking storm their way through the crowd. He watched wearily as they passed, noticing that he seemed to be the only one paying them any attention as the majority of people just parted the way and went about their business as if something like this occurred often. Once the two men disappeared out of sight, Kien sat back down again with a sigh, attempting to just focus on his own relaxation like everyone else. 

“Thank the Twelve, he didn’t see me.” 

Kien jolted at the voice. Hidden behind the potted plant to his left was a rather petite red-haired Miqo’te woman dressed in a blue Thavnairian Bustier. Had she been there the whole time? Kien hadn’t noticed her before so her sudden appearance caused his heart to leap to his throat. He tried to play it off but the Miqo’te’s violet eyes flickered over to him in curiosity and she grinned in amusement.

“Oh, my apologies,” she giggled. “Didn’t mean to startle you!” She stood up and dusted herself off, glancing around for any sign of the two men returning before clapping her hands together in satisfaction. “Well then, I’ll be off!” She threw a smile at Kien and dashed off in the opposite direction of where the Hyur men went, leaving Kien to ponder what he had just witnessed. His linkshell began to go off and he reached up to answer it in a bit of daze. 

“Tokki and I finished our shopping!” Blaise’s cheerful voice said. “If you’re feeling better, come to the Quicksand and we can grab some lunch before going back to the Waking Sands.” 

“Sure, I’ll be there soon,” Kien replied and cut the connection. He inhaled a breath in preparation to submerge himself in the crowd again but just as he made it to the first stall, the Miqo’te girl was running straight for him, desperation in her eyes. 

She reached out to grab his shoulders, giving herself leverage to swing herself behind his back. “Pray, ley me hide behind you!” She whispered. Unable to bring himself to say no, Kien nodded and squared his shoulders, carefully backing up against the brick wall so the woman could crouch down in the shadows. A moment later, a rather furious looking Roegadyn stormed through, stopping short to suspiciously scan the small crowd of onlookers, his eyes landing on Kien’s and he made for him.

“You, have you seen a miqo’te girl, about this tall?” 

“I’m fairly certain I saw her go by that way,” Kien replied, pointing toward the bustling market. “Might want to get going though, she was running by pretty quickly.” 

The Roegandyn scowled at him before turning on his heel and pushing his way through the crowd and deeper into the market place. The Miqo’te waited a few more seconds before glancing behind him, a sigh escaping him. I have no idea what I am getting myself into. Kien shrugged off his coat and handed it to the woman behind him. “Here, wear this. It might help you blend in a little better until you get yourself to a safe place.” 

“Wow,” the woman giggled as she straightened back up and slipped the coat on. “I sure picked the right guy to hide behind!” She emerged from her hiding spot, pulling the hood up to cover her ears and circled around to face Kien. “It’s not everyday you meet someone who won’t turn a blind eye to a potential criminal making their daring escape after stealing from the syndicate!” She playfully clasped her hands behind her back and grinned up at him.

Kien paled, his heart sinking a bit. He hadn’t thought about that. What if that is exactly what he had done? That wouldn’t look good next t his newly acquired reputation as the Warrior of Light–Gods, I’d never hear the end of it from Tokki! The woman’s sudden burst into laughter interrupted his thoughts and he looked up. 

“I jest, I jest!” She put her hands up in a small surrender as she continued to laugh. “Oh, you should see the look on your face!” After a few more minutes, she began to gather herself and reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to laugh at you. I’m not a wanted criminal and I didn’t steal anything from the syndicate, so you can relax.” Kien let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and she sprung forward with her hand outstretched. “N’noah Wiloh! Nice to meet ya!”

“Kien Eilath,” the Keeper replied in a bit of a daze as he shook her hand. “Do I dare ask why those men were after you?” 

A sheepish grin crossed N’noah’s face as she rubbed the back of her neck. “Ah well, long story short, I was running away from that Roegadyn you saw earlier. I uh, sort of punched him, and stole something of his, figuratively speaking.” 

“So a lover’s quarrel?” Kien hadn’t realized he asked that aloud until N’noah let out a snort of laughter, shaking her head. “Ah, apologies for assuming.” Now it was Kien’s turn to rub his hand sheepishly on the back of his neck.

“Ah no, no,” N’noah waved her hands in front of her. “It’s…a bit more complicated than that but regardless, you potientially just saved me from some serious repercussions if I had been caught and now I can finally be free of that man and his crew.” She stretched her arms up to the sky in relish before smiling again at Kien. “Thank you for your help.” 

“My pleasure,” Kien smiled, curious as to what she meant by all she had just said but knew better to ask–it didn’t feel right to pry into her business when he just met her. “Will you be alright on your own? I’ve got to meet up with my friends at the Quicksand but you’re welcomed to tag along if you’d like.” 

N’noah smiled. “I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll be alright on my own now. I’ve got a friend who said they could offer me shelter until this whole thing blows over.” She shrugged off the coat and handed it back to him but Kien shook his head.

“You can keep that just in case.” N’noah blinked at him and he smiled.” I’m sure our paths will cross again and you can return it to me then.”

“Alright, and as a thank you, I'll tell you the full story." She turned on her heel and headed toward the city gates, glancing back to wave. “Well then, Kien, see ya around!” 

Kien waved and watched her go before turning on his heel to head to the Quicksand to meet with his friends and soon after they all returned to the Waking Sands, Kien mildly surprised to see N'noah sitting at one of the tables with Arenvald and his friends. She looked up, her expression mirroring Kien's before a smile broke out. "So that's why I could trust you!"

"You two know each other?" Arenvald asked and they nodded. "We met by chance today! He helped me escape here actually." She gestured to the empty seats at the table. "If you've got the time, I owe you a story!"

[rockinnrollin]

Chapter One: That Blonde Prick.

Kenzie's POV - September 1977

There's something hellish about living in a house with 2 younger brothers and a little sister. My sister Emily isn't actually all that bad, it's Jack and Josh that make it worse. They're the most annoying, loud, disgusting boys ever and quite frankly, they've put me off men for life along with my stepdad Mark. Their his kids and its obvious. 

School mornings are the worst of all, especially "First day of school mornings". The boys can't stop shouting about football or some shit, Mark takes about a hour in the morning gluing his hair with gel like a fucking hardhat in the bathroom and my mum just sits with a cup of tea reading the paper, glancing up every so often to make sure we're not all dead. I need to do my hair and makeup before Hannah comes around and Mark won't move his hole. 

"Mark, can you please hurry, I've got 20 minutes at a stretch!" I yelled up the stairs. 

"Oh my god Mackenzie,  I'll be ready when I'm ready!" 

Such a prick. 

Another 5 minutes later, he finally got out the bathroom. 

"There you go Your Majesty." He said while walking behind me. 

"Prick." I muttered under my breath. 

After teasing my hair and firing on some makeup the door went. I grabbed my bag and blazer from my room and ran down the stairs already knowing Hannah was on the other side of the door. But alas, how would I have a prick step-dad if he wasn't a prick. 

"Mackenzie Adams, where are you going?" he said, looking at me with pure disgust. 

"To school?" He's so stupid.

"Not dressed like a tart your not! Pull down that skirt right now." 

Excuse me? Did he just call me a fucking tart? 

"Don't call her that Mark! But, yes, please pull your skirt down a little more love." My mum said, clearly over Mark and I's bullshit. 

"Okay mum. Oh by the way, I'm heading to Hannah's after school, we're gonna do more band stuff." I told her, knowing already what was coming from Mark. 

"Waste of time if you ask me." There it was. "Focus on something important, like your school work, you want to leave school this year, get your head down." He said.

"Good thing I didn't ask you then Mark. Bye mum! Love you!" With that I left knowing I'd get in shit later. 

"Eventful morning?" Hannah said standing with a smirk. 

I gave her a dramatized sigh, "Don't you start." 

"Move it drama queen."

Our walk to school was only about fifteen minutes usually, but Monday was different.

"Right you've got your grans note this week, yeah?" I asked Hannah.

"Oh no." Her face dropped.

"Hannah you better be joking." 

"Of course I am you silly bitch."

We lived in a smaller area, so everyone knew everyone. Including the people working in the shops, they knew our grans smoked and would happily give us the cigarettes if we had a note on us signed by our grans. Me and Hannah took turns weekly, we would get two packets off of one note each, this week Hannah was getting ours, and I'd actually be getting our grans. The girl in the shop can't be much older than me and Hannah and probably knows something dodgy is going on, but we have the note so what can she argue?

Once we were out of sight from the shop, Hannah gave me my pack and I gave her her grans pack. We'd go after school and give our grans their cigarettes, they had no idea what we were doing and just thought we were playing the dutiful grandaughter role, which I suppose we were. We always sat for a while and talked to our grans, made them tea, done shop runs for them and made sure they didn't need anything else done before we left. 

"Slow walk?" I asked Hannah, code for 'Lets go the back paths and have a smoke.'

Due to our "slow walking" we were 10 minutes late to our first class Art. 

"Adams and Green, you need to sort yourselves out. This is a new school year. Don't keep this up." Our teacher Mrs Smith said, she wasn't fond of our timing but seemed to like us anyway. 

"Sorry Mrs Smith." 

About five seconds later, a boy walked into the class. But not just any boy, a new boy. He was tall and lanky. Had a mop of thick blonde hair stuck to his head. Looked like it had been teased just as me and Hannah did. Didn't have a blazer or tie on. But the strangest thing of all, he had eyeliner on. I say strange but personally, I love it. But no boy dared wear eyeliner in our bit, especially at school. The people here weren't as understanding of rock culture as other areas might be. 

"Is this Miss Smith's class?" He spoke, in the exact same accent as my own?

I nudged Hannah with my foot, knowing she would be just as freaked as I was. She turned to me with the look of confusion on her face, mirroring mine. 

"Yes I'm Mrs Smith, take a seat at the back behind Andrew please." She sighed. "I'll just go over the register again."

As she started droning out everyone's name, mystery boy walked through the slim aisle of desks to the one in front of my own, not without giving me a look that read "I'm the shit, who the fuck are you?" 

"Steven White?" 

"Present, and it's just Steve, Miss." He replied.

"Alright Steve. Ryan Young?"

Me and Hannah turned to each other again, with a look on our faces to say "Who does he think he is?" 

After art, we headed outside behind the Janitor's office to have a cig. 

"I cannot get over that Steven guy in art." Hannah said thinking out loud. 

"I know, wonder where he came from." I said back to her. 

"He just seems a bit of a knob."

After a gruelling maths period and a biology one following, we were back at our little smoking spot. We were talking away when we heard footsteps heading up the path. One of the first things we learnt was how to hide a cig when a teacher was coming near due to my older brother Luis. 

"Stuff it in your pocket, they shouldn't smell anything since your outside and can't accuse you if they can't see it." 

We did excatly this and turned our backs, so if they asked us what we were doing, we could bolt around the corner and not have our faces shown. 

"Alright girls?" It wasn't a teacher. "You got a light?" 

We turned around and there he was, 'Steve'. He had a cig hanging out his mouth and both his hands in his trouser pockets, clearly too 'cool' for a blazer. 

"Yeah give us a minute." I started feeling my pockets in my blazer looking for my lighter. I could see him in the corner of my eye trying to look closer at the pins I dotted around my blazer. All of which were bands I held the dearest to my heart. 

"Led Zeppelin?" He asked me.

"What about them?" I said handing him the lighter. 

He lit his cig and took a draw before saying "Girls don't like Zep."

I took my lighter back from him, pissed that a boy thinks he's the shit for liking a band and thinking that a girl can't. 

"Well we do." Hannah snapped back. 

He let a little laugh out.

"You two are something else you know that?" He started laughing to himself.

"Mate fuck off if you're gonna be a pretentious dick." I said to him. 

He walked back a couple of steps with his hands in the air. 

"Alright, see you about." He took the cig back from his mouth and rounded the corner. 

"What a prick!"

We went around to see our grans before heading to practice. We were currently sat on my gran's couch with a cup of tea, telling her all about Steven. 

"What a dick." She simply said, cig in one hand, mug of coffee in the other. 

"Exactly what we said." Hannah replied. 

"Of course girls can like Zep. Fuck they can like anyone they want to." My gran said between a draw of her cig. 

Always the wisest woman I knew. In fact, it was because of her me and Hannah actually got listening to Led Zeppelin. We were 10 years old, sat in her living room as she was playing us her record collection. She put on Led Zeppelin and our lives seemed to of changed forever. Hannah already had a love for music due to her sisters constant blabbling about how she was going to marry Paul McCartney, but my mum was never a music lover, which I found strange after seeing my gran's collection and listening to her speak passiontly about her favourite artists. 

Not long after, me and Hannah were walking to our friend Katie's to get her for our band practice. We only had a bassist, a guitarist and a singer but we knew we had time to find a drummer and another guitarist. We knocked on the door and we were met with Katie giving us a weird look. 

"What do youse want?" She sighed.

"Monday, band day?" Hannah said.

"Oh right, I'm over that stuff now. Who even wants to listen to girls playing rock, we sound stupid." 

I stood looking at Katie gobsmacked, Katie used to love playing with us and she was a great player. 

"Katie come on!" We heard a girl yell from the top of the stairs. 

"Coming Rachel! Bye." And with that she slammed the door in our faces. 

"Fucking Rachel?" Hannah exclaimed. 

Rachel was the biggest bitch ever. She always though she was better than everyone else and called herself the 'Popular' girl since the start of highschool. Quite frankly, she was embarrasing and I couldn't believe that Katie had her at her house. 

Me and Hannah continued our walk back to her house and were talking about what to do now. We took a de-tour to sit at the park and have another cig before we went back to her house. 

"I can't believe she's fucked us off for Katie of all people." I said taking a long draw of my cig.

"What the fuck do we do now Kenz?" Hannah asked.

"What are you needing?" Oh god why is he here too?

We turned around to be met with the wonderful Steven again. 

"Guitarists and a drummer, for our band, that plays rock and has two girls in it." Hannah said back plainly. 

"Well I can't help with your drummer problem, but I play lead guitar." He said. 

"Really?" Hannah seemed interested now. 

"Yeah, been playing for a while."

"Hannah wait a minute, your seriously considering letting that blonde prick join our band?" I said to her. 

"Well Kenzie, we don't have alot of fucking choice do we?"

"Look I'm sorry about earlier," Steve started speaking "I didn't mean to be a dick, was just a wind up."

His face told me he was telling the truth, I turned to Hannah who's face told me 'C'mon, Please?'

"Okay fine, we'll give you a go." I spoke in defeat.

"Right lets go!" Hannah said, stomping out her cig. 

'This blonde straggely haired, annoying prick better be good.' I thought to myself as we headed to Hannah's.

[seoups]

bakugo relationship headcanons - secrets

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

notes: hey guys... been a while... the algorithm isn't gonna like this one... content: you’re dating bakugo and he wants to keep your relationship a secret. at least until the jealousy set in. warnings: unedited word count: 912

Bakugo’s the one who suggested keeping your relationship low-key since he didn’t want to deal with the relentless teasing from his classmates.

you obliged since you wanted him to feel comfortable in the relationship

he forgot you were the most beautiful girl anyone had ever seen and regretted the secrecy when he caught sight of many many many men flirting with you.

“Hey, Y/n, do you want to go to the movies with me this weekend?” “Sorry, Denki. I’m super busy,” you said, being the amazing liar that you were.

even though he was jealous, he trusted you enough for him to not intervene.

sneaking into his dorm whenever you could was a constant if you ever wanted his attention.

it got to the point where he made you a key so you could get in easily.

“Y/n? That’s Bakugo’s dorm… yours is on the other side of the hall….” “REALLY? CRAP! MY BAD!” you exclaimed, running to your dorm, using the excuse of having only recently gotten your dorms to your advantage.

Bakugo: you’re so bad at sneaking around. y/n: MAYBE IF YOU DIDNT SLEEP AT 8:30PM, I COULD SNEAK IN LATE AT NIGHT WHEN PEOPLE WERE SLEEPING. y/n: yk what. it’s your turn to sneak around. we’re meeting in my dorm from now on. Bakugo: whatever, i’ll probably be better than you are. y/n: let’s bet on it then. Bakugo: fine.

Bakugo ended up getting caught his first time trying to sneak in.

It was his fault for trying it right after dinner, really.

“Bakugo?” “Shut up, shitty hair,” bakugo said, retreating back to his room.

At some point, Bakugo had it with Sparkplug flirting with you all the damn time.

“Y/n-“ “Y/n this, Y/n that. Cant, you see she has a boyfriend, charging chord?” Bakugo growled, not realizing what he had just said. “What,” Mina said, shocked that you hadn’t told her, your best friend. “…Surprise?” you said.

Mina was PISSED that you hadn’t told her.

She yelled at you while Bakugo sat there with a stupid grin on his face, wishing he had told everyone earlier that he was dating the prettiest girl in school.

“HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME? IM YOUR BEST FRIEND, Y/N!” “Blame Bakugo, not me! He’s the one who wanted to keep it low-key!” “Oh my god, that’s why i kept seeing you guys on the wrong sides of the dorm building,” Kirishima said, finally putting the pieces together. “Glad you finally figured it out, shitty hair,” Bakugo laughed. “How can you be laughing at a time like this while i’m getting scolded by the whole class?” you hit his chest. “It’s amusing,” he smirked.

Not feeling the need to hide it anymore, Bakugo proudly put his arm around you while sitting in the shared lounge space of the dorms, amused by the stares coming from his classmates.

“Stop staring or i’ll blow your asses to space.” “Bakugo, be nice,” you warned him. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said.

He enjoyed flaunting you and showing you off to people, even if he heard them talking shit.

“How the fuck did Bakugo in 1-A get Y/n L/n to fall for him…” “You wanna say that again? To my face?” Bakugo threatened. “WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT BEING NICE,” you punched him. “OW!”

You both were constantly caught on actual dates, pictures of the two of you being sent to the 1-A groupchat.

denki: bakugo and y/n caught on a secret date 😱😱😱 bakugo: if it was secret we’d actually try to hide it dumbass mina: i’m still pissed i found out about it at the same time as everyone else. y/n: IM SORRY 😭😭😭😭

“Mina’s going to murder both us in our sleep one day,” you declared, resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “I’d like to see her try.”

You were both constantly watched, even when you were simply talking with him during class.

“Did you see the new-" “Keep moving, charging chord,” Bakugo scolded. “You too, Pinky. What were you saying?” “Oh, i was just wondering if you saw the new marvel movie yet,” you smiled. “I have. I saw it when it first came out. You wanna watch it?” “Yeah but if you’ve already seen it, we should just see another-“ “No, we’ll watch it.” “Mind if we join you?” Kirishima asked. “Leave,” Bakugo said, upset that Kiri ruined his moment with his girlfriend.

Apparently, the news of who your boyfriend was didn’t spread as far as the fact that you had a boyfriend.

“Do you think Y/n would leave her boyfriend for me?” some random guy asked his friend. “The only guy she would leave me for is for her stupid kdrama guys so shut the fuck up,” Bakugo growled. “S-Sorry Bakugo.” “Save your stuttering for your mom.”

Soon, word spread that Bakugo was the one you were dating, leading to a lot of snarky comments.

[starjaeyun]

MISSION !

— after sanzu's wife and daughter gets kidnapped by Bonten's rival organization, sanzu had no choice but to charge in without a plan

includes! sanzu haruchiyo x f! reader, your daughter mei

warnings! guns, kidnapping, death (not reader, mei or any bonten members), death threat, violence, blood

note! someone requested sanzu w/ a kid and a bit angsty but w/ a fluffy ending but when i added that post to my drafts it just...disappeared :(

the pink haired man happily skipped through the halls excited to go home and spend time with his wife and daughter, it's his day off tomorrow which meant he gets to spend an entire day with the two most important women in his life

but just as he was about to leave the front doors, Takeomi called out for him asking him to come back to the meeting room as something urgent occurred so suddenly

knowing he couldn't say no, groan left his lips and walked back to the meeting room grumpily

"Boss? what happened?" everyone could see how irritated Sanzu is just with the tone he used

Mikey lets out a sigh "I know you're on a day off tomorrow however you won't be able to spend time with your wife and daughter unless we rescue them" a groan escaped Sanzu's lips again

"What else could be more important boss?! I've been waiting for this day off of mine for weeks! I badly wanna spend time with my girls! I barely see my daughter despite living under the same roof! I get that we need to rescue someone but do I really need to be in there?!" Sanzu asked frustratingly as the other executives look at him with pity filled eyes

Mikey shakes his head, a frown forming on his lips "apparently it's Y/n and Mei that got kidnapped, I had just gotten a video from another organization and Y/n was tied up along with Mei. they threated to kill them if we didn't bring the amount they want so we need to get there as soon as possible"

"WHAT?!" Sanzu took a gun and extra bullets and was about to walk out of the meeting room but Kokonoi stopped him

"We can't go without a plan-"

"FUCK THE PLAN I'M SAVING MY GIRLS, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO COME UP WITH SOME SHIT! I DON'T CARE IF THIS GETS ME CAUGHT OR WHATEVER WHAT'S IMPORTANT IS I GET MY GIRLS BACK SAFE AND SOUND!"

and with that he stormed out of the meeting room to get a few men to follow him

"honestly if I find out that the people I love are kidnapped I would be doing the same so I understand his frustration" Ran says calmly while he and the other executives eyed the door

Mikey sighed, a small chuckle leaving his lips making everyone look at him confused "ever since we were young, Sanzu would go insane whenever he finds out that Y/n is in such situation then go out without a plan to rescue her. seems that he never changed"

"just like old times...we'll go rescue y/n" Mikey smirks "LET'S BEAT THIS ORGANIZATION AND RESCUE Y/N!" he screams while the executives yelled a 'yeah'

when they got to their destination they saw the guards down with a bullet on each of their heads

"seems that he got some men with him" Takeomi mumbles, throwing his cig on the floor and stepping on it

Mikey turns to them "split up in pairs, look for sanzu, y/n and mei" he says

"boss without Sanzu you don't have a partner" Kokonoi states, Mikey nodded "I know but that's least of my concern right now"

Kokonoi nodded and walked with Kakucho

after sticking a few bullets into the heads of some people they saw y/n and mei locked up in the office of the organization's leader

just as Ran was about to walk in Kokonoi and Kakucho spotted them and stopped them from entering the office

"what?!" Ran asked "don't you think it's a bit suspicious how they'll lock mei and y/n up in the office where most victims are held captive in?there has got to be some trap in here" he whispers and Rindou nodded in agreement

they turned to y/n and saw her nodding subtly and moving her eyes towards the side as if she were signalling something

with the tape in her mouth and her hands and legs tied up it was much harder to signal stuff but she hoped that they at least understood what she were trying to say

confused, Kakucho pointed his gun towards the side where y/n was moving her eyes to but he quickly lowered it down when y/n vigorously shook her head

"Mei must be near there or the bullet could bounce somewhere where Mei is" Rindou mumbles "bounce? how would a bullet bounce? that's a wall. it'll just pierce through there" Ran says confused

"if you look closely...you'll notice the wall's metal and jewelry patterned design. if the bullet hits there, y/n or Mei could be shot" Rindou explains

"so that means...Mei is under the desk or chair" Kakucho adds

the four looked at each other and when they were once again about to step in, Y/n shook her head but they didn't listen

the organization's leader stood up from his hiding spot, carrying a sleeping Mei with a gun pointed on her head

"she'll never wake up from her nap time again if any one of you move"

but just as those words left his lips a bullet came piercing through his skull

the executives turned to see an all bloodied Sanzu standing in the door with a gun in hand

"you all did great" Mikey says on their way back to Bonten's hideout

Sanzu hugs y/n and Mei, apologizing for putting them on such situation and asking if Mei saw something kids her age shouldn't see, hell she shouldn't even be in such situation

"no, she fell asleep. 'm sorry for not being able to protect myself and Mei" y/n says, leaning her head into Sanzu's chest

Mikey shakes his head "like you mentioned awhile ago, you and Mei were sleeping. besides you've been taking care of Mei, I could imagine your exhaustion"

y/n smiles and nodded "thanks 'jiro"

"your signals were so hard to understand, I hope the next time this happens they don't tie your hands and legs" Ran says, stretching his arms and legs

"oooorrr it won't happen again!" Sanzu states

they all laughed and nodded in agreement

"dad...where are we?" a completely clueless Mei who just woke up from her nap asks when she recognized her dad's suit

"we're going to disneyland sweetheart" he says making the others look at him confused, Mei tilts her head and pointed at Sanzu's bloodied suit, although the blood was dried it was still visible "but you have ketchup all over yourself..why?"

the executives exchanged looks "well- your dad and mom cooked with us but we accidentally got splattered with ketchup by your mom, she pranked us again" Takeomi explains

"NO FAIR YOU GUYS COOKED WITHOUT ME!" she exclaims and puffed her cheeks out while everyone in the car laughed

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[lacontroller1991]

Burnt Skies (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

@h-hxgirl​

Requested by Anon: Saw this captain boomerang fanfic where he finds she's pregnant while they're on mission, I was wondering if you could maybe do something similar for Rick

Author's Note: He would be so protective of the reader fr fr, also this is gonna be angst angst angst so just beware

Warning: Death, pregnancy, language, blood, major character death, spoilers

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to go?” Rick’s voice echoed through the room before he halted, seeing you on the floor, head in the toilet.

“Yeah, give me a minute,” you replied weakly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and flushing the toilet.

“Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?” He asked, rubbing your back as you looked up at him with a small smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you there,” nodding his head, he walked out the door with guns strapped to his body on his tac vest. Looking at your reflection, you noticed a slight greenish tint to your face. Ignoring the wave of nausea, you made your way out of the base and to the plane. Walking up the ramp, you took a seat next to Rick who looked at you with concern in his brown eyes.

“Baby, maybe you should sit this one out. You aren’t looking too hot,” he whispered in your ear as you brushed the notion off. After all, you did have a really bad gut feeling about this mission.

“I’m here. I’m going,” you stated firmly as he looked you over one more time before shrugging his shoulders, knowing it was of no use to argue with you.

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The plane ride was hell. With the criminals being loud and Harley’s non stop chatter accompanying your periodic bouts of nausea, you were ready to get the hell off of the plane and right into combat.

“Alright guy, get ready to drop,” Rick shouted as the cargo door opened to reveal water beneath you. Once he gave the signal, you jumped into the cool water and began to swim your way to the mainland, waiting for the rest of the team to catch up to you. After everyone, save for the Weasel, had made it to the shore, you glanced over to your boyfriend who was laying next to Harley.

“Hey guys, it’s me. I’m the guy who called you and I brought my friends,” Blackguard shouted into the open, raising his hands while ignoring the shouts coming from the rest of the team and your boyfriend, Waller’s distant cursing ringing in your ear. Next thing you know, there was gunfire in every direction and things went to chaos. You quickly sought shelter behind a rock and shot off a few rounds into the woods, hoping to take down some of the Corto Maltese soldiers. “(Y/N), watch out,” Rick shouted at you as you turned to see what he was talking about, but it was too late before a large piece of debris from one of the trees knocked you out cold.

You woke up to machines attached to your body. Feeling the bile rise in your throat, you tried to get out of the restraints and look for a place to dump the contents of your stomach. Suddenly a pan was placed in front of you and that was all you needed to release the bile. Groaning at the light, you looked around the room and was surprised to see a cleanish room which plenty of nurses occupied.

“Ah good, you’re awake,” a voice commented as a rough hand pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at one of the generals you were tasked to take out.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” You asked, squirming your body against the bed, trying to loosen some of the restraints.

“Mi amore, we are treating you. Seems you have caught a parasite,” he replied before summoning the nurse over to you, carrying a plate of food and some juice, “you’re government must really be struggling if they’re sending pregnant women into the field,” he mentioned as your blood ran cold.

“That’s impossible,” muttering to yourself, your head went fuzzy at the concept of you being pregnant. With Rick’s kid.

“On the contrary, when we brought in your friend and you, we noticed certain things,” motioning down to your stomach only brought awareness to the fact that you were practically naked in a room full of the enemy.

“Let me go,” you pleaded, pulling your arms as much as you could.

“I think not,” he replied before nodding to one of the nurses who moved to turn on a machine and attach it to your head. Screams of agony soon left your lips, blocking out the sudden spurts of gunfire in the halls.

----------

Harley laughed maniacally as she gunned down multiple soldiers, enjoying the way they were dropping to the floor. She needed to get out of there. She needed to find the others. After the last one dropped to the floor, she moved toward the door before hearing a piercing scream echo down the hallway.

“Sounds like someone’s having fun,” she ran her tongue against her teeth before skipping toward the scream. Slamming open the door, she raised the guns in her hand, ready to fire, until she saw you laying on the table surrounded by nurses.

“No one messes with Flag’s girl,” she muttered to herself before unloading the magazine in the room. All of the nurses slinked to the ground, covered in a pool of their own blood. Rushing over to you, Harley unstrapped the restraints and head piece before taking out the IV and looked for your clothes.

“Where the hell are ya clothes?” She asked, searching high and low before she found a bag filled with your bloody uniform. Helping you sit up, she noted the way you looked super frail but practically glowing at the same time.

“Harley,” you whispered out to her before passing out on her shoulder. “Awww, this would be really cute if not for the circumstances,” she stated out loud to herself, peering out of the window and seeing a guy in a helmet run across the street with Flag. Wait a minute, Flag! Running out the door, she ran around the corner before stopping in front of the two men.

“Hiya guys! What’s up?”

“We’re here to save you, is (Y/N) with you?” Rick asked with hope in his voice as Harley nodded, wrapping pale fingers around his wrist and dragging him back inside and through the pile of bodies she had claimed. At the sight of you, Rick ran to your side and hugged your limp body.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked, fighting the tears that were beginning to surface.

“Don’t worry puddin’, she’s just asleep,” shrugging her shoulders, she left the room as you stirred, fluttering your eyes open.

“Rick?” You questioned as he rapidly nodded his head, placing kisses all along your face.

“Thank God you’re ok. I thought I lost you.”

“Rick, the doctors found something,” memories of the conversation you had moments ago replayed in your brain. You’re pregnant.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, mind still not comprehending the fact that you were pregnant. After all, you had been infertile most of your life. Avoiding his gaze, you waited for his response.

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m going to be a dad,” he whispered, causing your head to snap up and see a smile play against his face.

“You want this? I don’t know if it’ll carry to term. You know that I’m infertile.” Placing his lips against yours, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you as close as he could to his body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed back before a throat clearing interrupted you.

“This is sweet and all, but we have a fucking monster to kill,” DuBois stated as you looked up at Rick who smiled.

“Stay here, I’ll come back and get you.”

“I’m not leaving your side,” you replied as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re pregnant. No way in living hell am I gonna allow you to do this. You’ll stay here and that’s an order,” you and he both hated when he had to pull his rank, but you realized it was necessary in cases like this.

“Just come back to me,” pulling his lips down against yours for what feels like the last time, you encoded this moment into your brain, remembering the way he tasted.

“For you? Always.”

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He should’ve known you were going to follow them into Jotunheim. Not only were you stubborn, but you still had that nagging feeling that something was going to happen. Sneaking past the military, you found a window and busted it open with your elbow before entering the building. Landing with a soft thud, you looked around the room and noticed Peacemaker going down a dark tunnel. Running after him, you made sure to stay hidden by the numerous pillars. Peering around the corner, you saw Ratcatcher standing next to Rick, however Peacemaker was pointing a gun at Rick.

“Nobody is saying what they did was right,” Peacemaker stated, hand unwavering.

“They experimented on children!” Rick yelled as more explosions went off in the distance.

“That information gets out and it causes an international incident. Keeping the peace is worth any price, including the life of a hero like yours, sir, so please. Don’t make me do this,” your stomach churned. You knew that Captain America wannabe was no good, and now your love might just pay the price. Suddenly, rocks collapsed all around you, obscuring your view of Rick and Peacemaker.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, picking up rocks and trying to make a hole for you to get your body through. Your efforts became faster the more you heard the two men grunting. After successfully digging a hole big enough for you, you crawled through as you heard something like porcelain shatter and choking.

“You mother fucker,” Rick stated through gritted teeth as you watched in slow motion, Peacemaker’s hand grasping a large shard.

“Rick!” You shouted out before tackling him off Christopher’s body, not getting out of the way soon enough as Peacemaker lodged the porcelain into your lower abdomen. “No!” Rick shouted as Peacemaker threw you off. In the distance somewhere, you heard a gun go off before hands wrapped around your body. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” Rick called to you but you couldn’t hear him, your mind venturing off.

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The sun lit your face through the blinds, dancing in your eyes and creating a multitude of hues, a warm body pressed against you.

“Morning sweetheart,” voice deep from slumber, Rick rubbed his eyes as he let out a yawn. Stretching in bed before your 5 year old daughter came running into the room.

“Mommy, daddy. It’s Christmas!” She squealed excitedly, waking up the baby that was next door.

“Yeah it is baby, you excited for your presents?” You asked as she rapidly nodded while Rick slid out of the bed.

“I’ll go grab little Digger,” he commented, kissing your forehead and your daughter’s head. Getting up, you went to grab a coffee before the doorbell rang. Moving to open it, you saw Harley’s painted face waiting for you with Nanaue, Cleo, Robert and Abner carrying presents.

“Merry Christmas dollface,” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug before running off to see her god daughter.

“Come in guys,” you motioned for them to enter as Rick rounded the corner, your 10 month old in his arms.

“So this is the little guy, huh?” Cleo asked as Sebastian waved a hand at the newborn, earning giggles from the baby.

“Yep, Digger Anthony Flag, meet your family,” Rick lifted up the baby’s arm, making him wave to everyone.

“I’m proud of you guys,” Robert commented, slapping a hand on Rick’s back as everyone shuffled into the living room, Nanaue taking up most of the space.

“Thanks man, it wouldn't have happened without you.”

“Alright, everyone ready for presents?” You asked the room with Harley by your side, Harleen in her arms. Rick placed Digger in Cleo’s arms before walking up to you and bringing you into his side.

“I love you, Mrs. Flag.”

“And I you, Mr. Flag.”

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Groaning, you felt an excruciating pain in your abdomen and a feeling of loss?

“(Y/N), baby, you’re awake,” his tired voice resonated in your ear as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his hand not leaving yours.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” you commented as he sniffled, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to escape.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he noted, petting your hair and placing another kiss on your forehead.

“And leave our kid without a father? I don’t think...”, realization dawned on you at that moment. The sudden feeling of loss and the pain in that general area washed over you as you began crying. “Oh God, the baby is gone, isn’t it?” You asked through tears as he let a couple slip down his face, nodding and trying to smile through the pain. Choking back a sob, you turned your face away from him as tears continued to fall.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, squeezing your hand. Shaking your head, you refused to meet his hazel eyes, “(Y/N), look at me.” Turning your head, your eyes locked onto his as he continued to smooth down your hair.

“We’re alive. We’re both alive. That’s all that matters,” he replied, crawling into the hospital bed with you and pulling you against his chest as you cried into his shirt.

“What if I never get pregnant again?”

“We will. I’ll make sure of it. I’m done with the fucking task force. Waller can find someone else to puppet. But I’m done. You’re done. We’re gonna get married and have a nice house. I’ll get a new job and we’ll figure it out. I promise.” Kissing the top of your head, he wrapped his arms around you as you calmed down.

“I love you,” you whispered against his chest as he hugged you closer.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Author’s Note: Well this was way longer than I intended it to be. But hope you enjoy!!

[idy-ll-ique]

Beach Day.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Mutual Pining

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: White clothing gets transparent in water... poor Y/N doesn't know that.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! This is kinda crack fic + fluff lmao ok enjoy!

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Ah, what a perfect day to be on a beach.

Bucky smiled softly as he sipped on his beer, the sunshine and the sound of flowing water doing wonders for his mood. The Avengers had taken a mini-vacation of sorts, opting to spend a weekend by the seaside. A trip sponsored by Tony Stark. It was a shame Natasha and Wanda couldn't join in, they had a mission to go to. Y/N was the most upset.

"Don't leave me with so much testosterone, I will die," she had whined at the time which made everyone laugh. Currently, he was sitting on a beach lounge chair alongside Steve, Sam, Tony, Thor, Loki and Clint. Y/N was inside still, changing, he guessed. "Guys!" At the feminine voice, he turned and nearly choked on his drink. "Whoa."

"Looking good, Y/L/N," Tony whistled shamelessly and Y/N blushed, the colour spreading down her body. She was dressed in a white bikini that she had purchased for the trip; it looked really good on her. "Thank you, Stark," she quipped back before heading towards the waters. Bucky blinked. Surely she wasn't going into the water wearing that…

"Y/N?"

She turned. "What?" Sam and Clint shared looks. "You going for a swim?" Sam asked and she nodded, a bright smile lifting her face. "It's been ages since I last swam!" Tony sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Are you sure you want to swim wearing that?" he groaned tiredly, causing Y/N to blink. "It's… a bikini, Tony, that's the whole point," she spoke slowly.

The 7 men glanced at each other. "Okay, then, you do you," Tony spoke and she left, stepping into the water. "If you don't date her I will, Barnes, consider this a warning," Clint breathed out once she was out of earshot. "You are married, Barton," Bucky rolled his eyes. "That's why I said it is a warning," Clint snapped back.

"I— I don't know how to ask her," Bucky admitted, playing with the bottle of beer in his hands. "Just ask her! What's the worst that could happen? Knowing Y/N— what a sweet little angel— she'll probably lay you down gently." Bucky groaned as Steve clamped a hand over Tony's mouth, shutting him. "Stop making it worse!" Tony pushed the hand away.

"Do you really think she's going to reject me?" All of them turned to Y/N, who hadn't strayed far from the group. She was alone, flinging the water here and there, laughing to herself. That warmed their hearts, Y/N was really sunshine in a bottle. "Any girl would be a fool," Sam hyped him, raising a bottle in mock toast. Bucky gave him a half-smile.

All of a sudden, they heard a squeal coming from Y/N. Their heads whipped towards her and saw her talking to some guy. Well, more like him trying to ask her out while she said no. Apparently, he wasn't listening. "Hey, asshole! Away from her!" Tony yelled obnoxiously and Bucky winced when the two people looked over. Great, she's gonna be mad at us for creating a scene.

The guy, recognizing the Avengers, fled. Y/N turned to Tony. "Thanks!" she called out before continuing her shenanigans. "The nerve of some people," Steve huffed, Loki and Thor nodding in agreement. Bucky, meanwhile, continued staring at her, shocked. She wasn't mad? Oh well, that's… nice. Suddenly, she looked up, right at him.

Freezing for a second, he managed an awkward smile and waved at her. She waved back before waving her arm, asking him to join her in the water. He gently shook his head and pointed to his arm, smiling sheepishly. Understanding his shyness, Y/N nodded and grinned at him before she started with her first lap of swimming.

"You should've gone."

"Shut up."

As Y/N swam around in the cool waters, she thought back to her conversation with the guys. Why were they so reluctant to let her swim? And whatever did Tony mean by wearing that? It was a nice bikini; a bit skimpy, sure, but it looked nice on her. So what was his problem? Shaking her head, she instead thought about Bucky. Bucky Barnes, the White Wolf, the man she wanted to go on a date with…

He had many names. Y/N had had a crush on Bucky ever since she joined the Avengers, not knowing that Bucky reflected her feelings. After a few laps, Y/N decided the water was getting too cold and she needed to step out. So she started walking towards the beach again, the water level going from her chest, to her stomach, to her hips and eventually her ankles as her feet hit dry sand.

"Y/N!"

At the loud and sharp yell she froze, her eyes darting to where her friends were seated, paralyzed. They were all staring at her with mostly the same expressions; eyes wide with mortification, jaws dropped. Then she saw Steve running towards her. She blinked at him as he wrapped a towel around her, easily picking up the Y/N burrito and walking towards the others.

"Y/N, what the fuck was that?"

Steve set her down on her feet. "What did I do?" she asked meekly, moving to drop the towel but 7 voices shouted out in unison, "No!" She pulled the towel on tighter and shook her head, going inside her room. Bucky breathed out a sigh, quickly moving to hide his boner with the bottle of beer he was holding. "She is literally so—"

"Does she not know that—"

"She probably doesn't—"

That white clothes get transparent in water.

When she had stepped out of the water, her bikini was clinging to her body but what caught his, or rather everyone's attention was that her nipples were completely on display, the perked buds clear as day through the top. No wonder all of them reacted the way they did. They stared at each other, the silence getting uncomfortable.

"Oh, man…" Tony whistled finally, running a hand through his hair. "Think about something else," Steve suggested but try as he might, he couldn't get the image of her body out of his mind. Soon, conversation started floating between them again but Bucky kept quiet, staring at the sea, lost in thoughts. "Hey guys, have you seen my fanny pack anywhere?"

Bucky looked up and saw her standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at them with an innocent expression on her face. Her towel was long gone, she was still in the bikini and God, it's still wet, look away Bucky, look away— "Y/N, what the hell, go inside! We'll find it later, just— just go inside," Clint chided and she frowned but stormed off.

Bucky, not being able to bear the look on her face, followed her. The rest of them shrugged and decided not to disturb the two for a few hours. Bucky knocked on the door to her room and, finding out it was open, nudged it apart. He peeked into the room to make sure she was not changing and found her sitting on the bed. "Y/N?" She sniffled and he walked inside, closing the door behind him.

"Y/N, don't cry, come on…"

She was still in that stupid bikini. Noticing the towel from earlier draped over the back of a chair, he picked it up and walked to her, putting it around her. "Why are they being rude?" she whispered and Bucky sighed, putting an arm around her. He gently squeezed. "They were not being rude, they were being overprotective." She didn't look convinced.

"Do I not look good?" He sighed again. "You do look good, it's just… Y/N, you really don't know, do you?" She blinked at him, confused. "What do I not know?" He went pink. "White— white clothing becomes transparent in water and, uh— uh… your, um… nipples were… uhm… very visible through the top," he stammered and a look of understanding crossed her face.

Then she blushed furiously. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't know—" He shook his head. "It's fine. Maybe just wear a t-shirt before coming out again, okay?" She nodded before grabbing a random t-shirt off the bed; all the guys, before going out to the beach, had left a t-shirt each in Y/N's room, hoping for a quick change since her room was the closest.

Thinking it was her t-shirt, she stood up and dropped the towel. The t-shirt went down to her knees and her head tilted to the side; when did her shirt become so long? When she glanced at Bucky, he was smiling at her, amusement shining in his eyes. "What?" she asked as one of the sleeves dropped to her elbow, the neckline plunging in that direction.

One bikini strap showed on the shoulder. "You look good in my t-shirt, doll." A deep blush spread across her face. She moved to take it off but he stopped her. "Keep it on, it looks good on you. Hell, keep it forever." His words… "Buck, you need this—" "Trust me, I don't. How about this, when we go home, you raid my wardrobe because holy hell, my stuff looks good on you."

Y/N flushed deeper. Why was he acting all flirtatious all of a sudden? "I'm not raiding your whole wardrobe, Bucky." He frowned momentarily. "I thought girlfriends raided their boyfriends' wardrobes all the time." Her eyes snapped up and met his; he held a confident smirk on his face this time. "Wait… Barnes, are you asking me out?" He nodded and she squealed.

"Yes!" She rushed forward and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. He did not hesitate to kiss her, his hands landing on her butt as he caressed the soft flesh. Y/N's hands ended up in his hair, combing through the long locks. "I do have some rules, baby," he whispered as he led her to the bed, setting her down. He climbed on top of her and smirked again.

"What?"

"Number one: I'm throwing that fucking bikini away."

"Buck, why?!"

"No white bikinis allowed because I don't want people staring at what's mine."

"Ugh, deal."

"Good. Now, where was I? Oh yes… you and I are gonna have some fun before we go out now, okay? Be quiet for me…"

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