#this is an extensive build-up and I’m so nervous…

[chandralia]

no I think it’s good when bkdks come together to literally question what’s going on with bkdk because sometimes we get wrapped up in everything we forget to take a step back so WHY did Deku lie to Bakugo about what caused black whip, why are Deku’s words/thoughts about it always unfinished, WHY have we not had access to what Deku’s thinking in so long, WHY did Deku severely suppress his emotions and cover his MOUTH with black whip before going into this final battle with ShigAFO?????

[sluttysnowangel666]

Weeping Waters was amazing! I love that you wrote virgin cregan! No one else ever does. I love him all flustered and nervous. Plus him being super protective? And he’s a gentleman who refuses to look at her naked body even when he desperately wants him to because he doesn’t want to ruin her honor? Amazing. A perfect man. I would also be super turned on and jump his bones seeing Cregan be super protective of me like that. His proposal was sweet and adorable and I love how nervous and shy he was, afraid that she would reject him. Best friends to lovers is my favorite genre of fic ever. I love how in love they are and just how down bad and in love and smitten Cregan is with her. I love how they are both clearly nervous virgins but she trusts him because they have been friends in love since childhood. I also love how Cregan is nervous but she’s just a tad braver than he is, not being afraid to show him her naked body even when he’s trying to be honorable and turning around.

I love how it was making love and not just “fucking” like Cregan was a little rough and passionate but it’s because he loves her so much and he had for years. So many fics have Cregan just be a super rough dom, fucking his betrothed or wife doggy style, so it was very sweet to have him be in love with his best friend, pining for years and making love to her on a beach. And the eye contact? He never once looked away from her face and she tucked his hair behind his ears so it wouldn’t obstruct his view of her? So, so, so romantic.

Would you ever make a sequel or continuation? Maybe their wedding night? I need more nervous, down bad lovesick Cregan.

omg thank you for your super sweet response🫶🏼😭 i’m so glad you loved it and noticed the intricate details. when it comes to writing i like doing concepts i haven’t seen written before! i don’t like my writing to be repetitive or similar to other stories, and cregan is such a honorable character yet also large and in charge i feel there’s many different ways he can be written. it’s why i have a hard time writing for ben blackwood (my other favorite hotd man) because his character is not as deep as cregan’s. but as a stark and with his depth cregan can honestly be any kind of man ppl want him to be. i’ve written him to be rough, dominate, animalistic over his lady, but cregan can also be gentle, loving, nervous. when it came to their losses of virginity, i didn’t want cregan’s rough side to IMMEDIATELY come out. i wanted to slowly build it up. he loves her, she’s his best friend, it only makes sense the first time they have sex cregan chooses to make love to her and not “fuck her” like a typical man would. yes he wants to see her writhe, yes he wants to see her turn into a mess, but he also wants to see her comfortable and he wants her to feel safe and held. as for the reader being braver than cregan, i WAY PREFER the brave woman trope when it comes to writing a reader, i occasionally do the damsel in distress or quiet woman personality but writing a strong and unafraid woman just hits different for me!

and when it came to their eye contact, i HAD to make a point in the story that cregan desperately wanted to see her and she desperately wanted to be seen by him. to continue from that, i like imagining they saw through each other. they’re essentially extensions of each other, so he looked past her beauty and instead saw their memories and intimate moments they shared as just friends that led them to this moment. she looked into him and saw past his hard and determined exterior and instead saw the boy she fell in love with and the one who always did everything to protect her and her honor.

as for a continuation, this story was intended to be a one off but if the right idea comes in my mind that could change! i’m working on an unofficial sequel for northern attitude which was also originally intended to be a one off. so it really just depends if i can get struck by the right idea!

thank you again for ur response it was so lovely and i’m so glad you loved the story 🫶🏼❤️

[m4ctavish]

Ghost — Youth.

Masterlist.

Desc : Some general headcanons regarding how Ghost is w/ his child growing up :)

A/N : You guys really love dad! Ghost don’t you?? Please keep in mind while reading this that anon asked me to put aside him being gone all the time in exchange for some soft headcanons ^^

Simon “Ghost” Riley :

He was nervous to be a father in the first place. He didn’t want to be anything like his own; he’d never want his child to resent him in the way that he resents his.

I feel like having a child would give him that extra push forward to be better though. (Of course his partner already does that but a little extra help is nice)

Alongside that, I feel like he’d do absolutely anything to keep them safe and out of harm’s way. (Which sometimes means not being able to present himself as a father. He doesn’t want nor need someone going after either his partner or his child.)

Moving on to the actual headcanons though; the first time he gets to hold them, he’s abnormally gentle. He’s so afraid that if he moves wrong or even just breathes wrong, he’s going to hurt them. If they hold on to one of his fingers, he just flatlines. (Or to put it simply, he cries about it.)

There’s probably a few photos somewhere, collecting dust either in a frame or in a photo album, of him laying either on a couch or bed with him passed the fuck out and a baby on his chest. (He always makes sure to keep an arm supporting them— doesn’t want them sliding off)

Once they’re old enough to walk and run around, best believe this kid is not leaving his side. They Love Their Dad. (They probably hang on his leg and he’s just like 😐 while trying to do whatever he needs to do with a kid on his leg)

With that said, I can definitely see them constantly asking him about what everything is that he’s handling. (“What’s that?” “A knife.”) If they’re genuinely curious, he may let them hold it ONLY with the sheath on, just to feel its weight in their hands.

When they’re a bit older and able to understand the severity of what he’s teaching them, he’d show them how to use it for the sake of their own protection if he’s not there to keep them safe. ‘Course it’s a bit of a dark thing to teach a kid but he’s just worried that something’s going to happen when he’s not around.

Maybe he’ll also teach them how to use a handgun.

If the two of them are messing around and they try to run past or around him, he’ll just scoop them up and they’re giggling so hard he just kind of has a “i’m really a dad” moment (“Going somewhere, little one?”)

I’d like to believe that he’d teach them a few things he believes are necessary; a mixture of valuable life lessons and just simple survival skills. The world can be cruel and unforgiving and he doesn’t want them navigating it the same he did in his youth. He wants to be able to prevent them from making the same mistakes he did and wants them to be able to be better than him in any and all ways possible.

I feel like a lot (not all) of pictures of him and his kid, he’s coincidentally not in frame all the way or if he is, part of his upper body is blocked out by a glint or he’s blurred out by shitty focus. If anything, the easiest way to tell that it’s him is the tattoo on his arm. (His kid goes around showing their friends pictures of the two of them but it’s just Ghost from the waist down; he’s got an arm wrapped around their shoulder whilst they’re wrapping their arms around his middle. The only thing recognizable about him is the tattoo on his forearm and his build.)

This kid is likely used to seeing Ghost with and without the balaclava. Maybe initially the skull faceplate used to scare them but as they got older, they learned to associate it with him and it just became another extension of their dad.

With elementary school and kindergarten, I feel like he not always understands the little awards kids are given but he’s proud nonetheless. Star reading ribbon? Hell yeah. His kids got some chest candy of their own. (Probably a few pictures out there of him crouching beside his little one, arms wrapped around them tight. They’re holding a paper with a little golden seal on it and they’re oh so proud, a bright and giddy smile on their face.)

If they’re one of those kids that waits until 9pm the night before a project is due, to tell him that they need to go to a store to get stuff for a poster board, he’s just like Shit. Best believe the two of them are making a late night shopping trip and he’s just kind of mumbling to himself about what they might need because GOD they came to him instead of their other parent and AAAA. Best believe that if they get tired and can’t finish up the project (considering how late it may get) he’d probably stay up gluing down pictures, poster board frames and little excerpts about whatever it is their projects on and he’s just like Fuck, this better be good.

[mystic-orb88]

HAZBIN TRAILER OBSERVATIONS!!

Okay, so this shot tells us a lot about the geography of The Pride Ring. We see that the Hotel’s wayy out, really sending the message that the sheer concepts of hope, redemption, and everything it stands for is outcasted and rejected by the rest of the city. The Clock Tower is in the heart of the city, showing how it is the main cog in the machine. The Porn Studios building on the left, poooossibly the Cannibal Colony or Rosie’s Emporium on the lower right. There’s also a lovely balanced distinction of modernity shown in the absence or presence of neon lights dotting the buildings throughout various districts. This shows that the Sinners prefer to live in conditions similar to those of when they were alive. Heaven, as well as a weird red moon are also visible.

This looks like Cherri’s attacking the Hotel with one Hell of a pyrotechnic display (Seriously, how does one attain such a massive singular smoke bomb??) Possibly because she is aware that Sir Pentious is taking sanctuary there. Luckily Alastor’s Radio Tower looks like it came through unscathed.

Looks like Alastor and Charlie are taking a stroll in the same park in the Prequel comic.

I love how everyone looks so fake and nervous and then Razzle and Dazzle, Charlie’s lil’ protectors/assistants/plushies are just looking so pure and adorable. Actually zoom in on their faces, do it. Also, as soon as you see Husks face, the frame can officially get worse. Also there’s a bag of drugs or.. something on the table, I’m guessing PCP knowing Angel. It bears resemblance to the bag in the pilot.

It’s also here, on the right side of Lucifer. So we now know some sort of celebration was at the Hotel, and Lucifer visited. Decorations are still up.

Travis. What the Hell’s he doin’ there?? Love to see him back for a gag. Also, someone try and read that script. There’s a memo or mail box on the side that is overflowing. This building looks similar to a setting in R2NinjaTurtle’s Valentino Board Animatic. Same with Vox’s Tv Screen Lair Thingy.

Nice shot from the ‘Happy Day in Hell’ Song number of the Cannibal town with a lovely late 1800s-early 1900s theme. Bring back this fashion, or like a cool, modern-inspired version. Please. Also, there’s a lil’ Chimney Sweep who looks like this very Dick Van Dyke-inspired O.C. I drew a while ago (maybe it is him, you decide).

Alastor took the trouble of talking to this nice overlord chap while filming this nice man who is in the process of committing unspontaneous combustion.

This shrunken voodoo head is here, while Alastor and a nice lady with a dead fox scarf and an oversized version of Voldemort’s wand repurposed as a cane are in the background.

Just appreciation for how perfectly this frame captures their personalities.

Charlie: You’re doing awesome, my script is great, isn’t it? I’m so happy at this moment.

Vaggie: I’m too tired for this crud.

Angel: I’ve read some real interesting scripts in my time but none as terrible as this one. Also someone get me outta this coat, it’s filthy an’ it reeks of the 40’s.

Niffty: *gremlin* Seriously, stop looking at him like that girl.

Husk: How the f*** did I end up here?? It’ll all be over soon.

Alastor. How to sit like a sir while plotting unavoidable carnage.

Pentious: Lollypop, lollypop oohh lolly lollypop, lolly pop, lolly pop- WHERE DID HIS HAT EYE GO?? WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT?? IS IT LIKE AN EXTENSION OF HIMSELF, LIKE HOW ALASTOR CAN MAKE HIS MICROPHONE DISAPPEAR UP HIS SLEEVE??

Nothing much about this one, it’s just one of my favourite frames in the trailer. I absolutely love how expressively and awesomely animated Alastor is here. Really captures his theatrical tone. And we get a snippet of Rosie’s voice!! Also the song is FIREE. It will hit so hard when it comes out and further context is given.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Everything Falls Into Place

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: fluff, worrying about not being able to adopt a child, anxiety

Request by anon: Aww if steve and vixen settle down imagine them fostering or adopting a child. In their words "adoption helps a kid"

Summary: You and Steve start the process of adopting a child. There are a lot of steps that you have to go through, including a background check. You're worried about your past as Vixen is finally going to bite you in the ass. This is it. This is the other shoe you've been waiting for to drop.

Cat and Mouse Masterlist

Squares Filled: social worker au (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

“What is taking her so long?” you sigh impatiently.

“She’s only been gone five minutes. Calm down,” Steve chuckles from beside you. Steve looks over at you to see you bouncing your leg from how nervous you are. You’re wringing your fingers together to keep yourself from biting your nails. “Y/N, you’re acting like a criminal who just got caught. Take a deep breath.”

“Steve, this woman is the decider on whether or not we have a child. Forgive me if I’m a little anxious.”

Your social worker, Amy, takes another ten minutes before she’s back in the office, and you let out a relieved sigh that she hasn’t kicked you out… yet.

“I am so sorry. We’re extremely backed up,” she says and takes a seat across from you.

“It’s no problem,” Steve smiles politely.

“So, you’re looking to adopt a child? It’s a big responsibility.”

“Yes, ma’am. We’ve actually been wanting this for a while now.”

“Why now? Why not then?”

You and Steve look at each other in thought. Maybe it’s because you two were out fighting in wars you had no business being in. Maybe it’s because you finally came face to face with Zemo again after so many years of being away from him, and you almost killed him. Maybe it’s because even though you think you’re ready to be parents… you’re actually not.

“We felt like the timing wasn’t right,” Steve finally answers and peels his eyes away from you.

“Have you always wanted to have children?”

“Yes, I have,” Steve answers honestly. “For as long as I could remember.”

“And you?” Amy asks.

“In the beginning, yes. I mean, when I was a lot younger. Some shit happened to me and I didn’t allow myself to feel that way until recently. Maybe in the last couple of years? I can’t have children biologically, but I do want one.”

“I never know how to ask this question despite how many years I’ve been doing this, but what kind of parents would you two be?”

“I can’t say for sure. How can anyone know for sure? We’ve never taken care of a child before. There will be obstacles that we might not know how to get over but I can tell you one thing. We will do our very best to make sure this child is loved, safe, and raised to be the best person they can be.”

“That’s a good answer,” Amy smiles and writes in her notebook. Steve rubs his thumb on the back of your hand comfortingly. “This is going to be a long process but I have confidence that it will go by quicker than you think.” She hands over a piece of paper to Steve. “Here is a list of everything I will be needing by the end of this week. Legal papers. You know how it goes. Next will be an extensive background screening for everyone living in the adoptive household. After that will be the in-home interview and inspection of the home.”

You don’t hear anything past background screening. What if they find out about Vixen? They won’t want to give you a child when they figure out how many people you’ve killed. What if they come for the home inspection and find your room of weapons? You’re not getting a kid.

“Okay,” you squeak out.

Steve notices your panic but decides not to say anything about it until you two leave the office building.

“What’s going on?”

“What if they find out about Vixen? The Winter Soldier? My time in Hydra?”

“They won’t--”

“What if they do?” you cut him off. “What if they don’t see me fit to be a mother? What about the guns and shit we have at the house? They’re not going to allow us to be parents with all that there.”

“Baby, you need to calm down. We’re going to do fine.”

His words go in through one ear and out the other. You hear him talk but you’re not listening to a word he’s saying. When you get home, you immediately head to the room with all your weapons and begin taking them off the wall. If you’re going to make this house suitable for a child, you have to make sure it’s safe for one.

“Y/N, it’s going to be fine.”

“No, it’s not. We live in a state where it’s illegal to carry outside your home. We aren’t even allowed to have this many weapons in the house.”

Steve knows you have to do this in order to make yourself feel better. He leaves you to box the weapons while he gets his phone out of his pocket. He calls Bucky, Sam, and Nat to come over because he thinks having them here is going to help you. He has always been the more level-headed one in the relationship which is why he’s being so calm about this. He has faith that everything is going to work out just fine.

“How long has she been like this?” Nat asks when she gets there.

“Since we left the social worker.” They know you and Steve have wanted a child for a while now. “Nothing I say matters.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Natasha says and walks into the room. “You doing okay?”

“No, I’m not. I have to get these weapons out of here. Can you keep them for a while?”

“Sure. You’re going to do just fine. If anyone deserves a kid, it’s you two.”

“No, it’s not okay. Amy is going to come in here and see all these weapons and she is not going to give us a child. This isn’t safe for one. Or she will know I’m Vixen and think wow, a mass murderer assassin doesn’t deserve a kid. Or she’ll know about Bucky, Thanos, and everything else we have done in our lives.”

“Would it help if we helped you?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Steve help clear out the room until it’s bare. This is the room you’re going to use for the nursery. You don’t have any supplies since you’re not sure when you’re going to be getting a kid, so you’ll keep it bare for now. Bucky and Nat take the weapons to hold onto until this whole thing blows over. Your house has a basement that you can put them into only until after the inspections are done.

On the day of the interview and home inspection, you have cookies baking in the oven to give the home a sweet smell. You have been cleaning all day to ease your worries. Steve is nervous as hell but less than you are.

“I think this is the tenth time you fluffed that pillow.”

“It has to be perfect.”

“It is. You are. It’s going to be fine.”

“I know. It’s going to be great,” you smile. Amy shows up on the dot, and you let her in eagerly. “Welcome to our home. It’s good to see you again.”

“Thank you. Wow, smells good in here.”

“I have cookies that just left the oven. Would you like one?”

“No, thank you. I have two more visits to do. Not to sound rude but I’d like to get started right away.”

“Of course.”

You two lead her to the living room and sit across from her. Steve reaches for your hand and pulls it into his lap.

“To start with, why don’t you two tell me what you two do for a living?”

“We are employed with Stark Industries,” Steve says. Happy sends money to every Avenger on behalf of Tony. You don’t need a job when your job is saving people who need it. Does she not know you two are Avengers? “We make about two hundred thousand each every year.”

“Do you enjoy your work?”

“We love it. I can’t see myself doing anything else.”

“What are some of your hobbies?” Amy asks you.

“I love to sew. I love making my own clothes. I actually made my own wedding dress. It brings me peace whenever it’s just me, a needle, and some fabric.”

“And you?” Amy asks Steve while writing in her notebook.

“I like to draw, sometimes. I’ve been practicing more these days. I like to fish. We have a cabin up north that we like to go to when the weather is nice.”

“Tell me about your marriage, and how your relationship is with your significant other.”

You look at Steve and smile lovingly at him.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. He has saved me in ways you can’t possibly imagine. He’s my best friend. Sure, we have our ups and downs, but there is nothing we can’t accomplish together.”

“She said it right,” Steve chuckles. “I love her with all of my being. Our marriage has been nothing but great for these past few years. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“That’s sweet,” Amy smiles and writes. “Tell me about your relationship with your parents.”

“Both our parents are dead. We don’t have any living relatives,” you answer. 

“To get with the technical questions, why do you want to adopt?”

“I’ve mentioned this before but I’m sterile. I can’t have children on my own. I know Steve wants a family. This is the only way I know how to give it to him. We don’t want to do fostering or a surrogate. We feel like it’s more our style to adopt.”

“What she said,” Steve chuckles.

“If granted the opportunity to adopt, what are your hopes for your child?”

“That they’re a good person,” Steve answers. “That they’ll see someone who needs help and will want to do that for them. Who will love unconditionally.”

“Alright,” Amy writes. “This is everybody’s least favorite section. I’ve done your background checks.” Your heart drops. This is it. This is where she tells you that you can’t adopt. “Now my main concern is your work with Hydra. You are the Vixen.”

“Were,” you correct. “I’m not that person anymore. Yes, I have done a lot of bad things in my life. Things you can’t possibly imagine. That isn’t who I am now. I have healed from that part of me. I got help. I made amends. I got Hydra out of my head. I don’t associate myself with those people anymore.”

“What about Bucky?”

“Bucky is healed, as well,” Steve takes over. “He went to Wakanda and underwent the same thing she did. They’re both trying to move on from their past.”

“That’s all it is, Amy. It’s my past. It’s not my present and it sure as hell isn’t going to be my future.”

Amy goes through more routine questions before she gets ready for the house inspection. You tell her the plans you have for the empty room which will be the nursery. She doesn't say much but she does write a lot of stuff down.

“Thank you for coming,” you say when she is done.

“I’ll be touch.”

As soon as the front door is closed, your smile is lost.

“God, we’re not going to get a kid. Did you see the look on her face when she mentioned Vixen? She knows I’ve killed before. What person would want me to be a mother?”

Steve pulls you close and lets you vent. “We won’t know more for a while. Let’s just try and keep a calm head. Even if she says no, we can try other avenues. We will be parents. You’d be a loving mother.”

And wait you did. For two long weeks. You thought that was their way of telling you that you weren't going to have a kid. Until your phone rang and changed your entire life.

“Hello?” you answer frantically.

“Hi, Y/N? I have some news regarding your adoption application.” You and Steve wait with held breaths. “I am very happy to say you’ve been approved. I can’t wait to work with you.”

“We can get a kid?” you ask tearfully.

“That’s the first part of the process. We have sent in your application to mothers who are looking to put their children up for adoption. If and when they pick you, I will call with the next steps.”

“Thank you so much.” You cry when she hangs up. “We’re getting a kid.”

Steve pulls you in and kisses the top of your head emotionally. You have to wait for a birth mother to pick you so until then, you just have to wait. Most couples wait months or even years to get called, but you get a call from Amy only a couple of days later with a date set to meet a birth mother who chose your application among a few others. You’re nervous as hell because what if she doesn’t pick you? What if she hates you as soon as she meets you?

You get to the office where the meetings are held and wait for Amy and the birth mother to come. Her name is Jessica and she is too young to be having a kid. She is only twenty-three and she doesn't want kids at this age. Maybe when she is older but definitely not now.

Jessica walks in and seems to be about six months pregnant. She just came back from meeting a potential couple, so you straighten up and smooth down your skirt to make yourself look more presentable.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you two. My name is Jessica.”

“Y/N and this is my husband, Steve. Thank you for seeing us.”

“Yeah, I was intrigued when I read about your hobbies and your work with Stark Industries. Did you know Tony?”

“Uh, yeah.” You look at Steve and have a silent conversation through your eyes. If she is going to pick you, she should know exactly who you are. “I hope this doesn’t affect us negatively but he’s Captain America and I’m… Vixen.”

It takes Jessica all of five seconds before she starts crying. This is it. This is where she runs for the hills and gets you blacklisted from ever adopting a child.

“Captain America saved my life,” she sniffles. “I was visiting a friend in Sokovia when Ultron happened. You saved me.” She turns to Amy and wipes her eyes. “I don’t want to see anyone else.” She looks at you with a teary smile. “I can’t think of anyone better to care for my child than you two.”

“I’ll get the paperwork started,” Amy smiles and leaves the room.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You’re getting a kid. You’re getting a kid. You’re finally able to start your own family.

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[tojiscumdumpster]

CHAPTER EIGHT - READER

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 Today has literally sucked every single last bit of energy I had left inside of me. Dark coffee with six packets of sugar and a fruit bowl could not have prepared me for the day I had. 

 I’m not sure if it’s because I stayed up late last night to put together lessons or how active my students have been during classes, but a bottle of wine is well needed right now. 

 Days like this make me want to quit my job and move out of the country. Usually, I would feel this way if I was teaching elementary school kids. Not high schoolers. 

 Sometimes they refuse to listen to you. Somehow, they magically forget about their homework, so they beg for an extension. And a lot of times they talk while they’re supposed to be silent reading. 

 It’s overwhelming being a teacher. Anyone who does it, is simply for the passion because the pay isn’t the greatest. 

  Thank goodness for my savings. 

 Anyways.

 I’m ready to go home. This parent-teacher conference is going on longer than expected, and it absolutely has nothing to do with the divorced single dad in front of me that won’t stop flirting. 

 Cons of being a younger teacher. Dads. Lots of them. Some are handsome, but I didn’t become a teacher to be hit on while trying to discuss their child’s grades and curriculum. 

 “Mr. Anderson, your son has been falling behind in class,” I begin. “He’s been on his phone lately and tends to talk over students while they're reading.”

 “I see. I’ll be sure to talk to him about that, Mrs. L /N.”

 I give him a tight smile— “Miss, —” correcting him. “Any other questions? I believe we discussed enough these past ninety minutes.”

  Even though the conferences are expected to last only thirty minutes, max, forty-five . 

 “Apologies thought a woman as attractive as yourself would be married,” he says with a smile that might’ve been charming if I was drunk, but right now—it makes me cringe. 

 I nod. “Well, I appreciate your compliment, Mr. Anderson. If there’s nothing else, then I do have to go-”

 “Dinner?”

 “Excuse me?” I stuttered. 

 He lets out a nervous laugh. “Sorry. That was my failed attempt at asking you out to dinner.”

 And here I thought I almost had him out the door. Like I said, some of the dads are attractive. I can’t deny that about Mr. Anderson. Tall. Smooth skin. Nice smile. Salt and pepper hair action going on. I would say he’s probably in his mid-forties. 

 However, I’m not interested in building a roster full of DILFs to keep in my bucket whenever I need sexual relief. 

 One should suffice.

 “Mr. Anderson, although I’m flattered, it’s best to keep this professional. I don’t want to get involved with my student’s father that way. So, I’ll have to decline.” What a hypocrite I am . “Come, I’ll see you out.”

 He gets up and follows me to the door. The woman in me knows he’s staring at my ass right now, so I turn to my side. And of course, I caught him in action. 

 “Apologies if I made you uncomfortable, Miss L /N.”

 “Apologies accepted. Enjoy the rest of your day,” I tell him, sounding sarcastic as ever. 

 Actually, two bottles of wine are much needed. 

 After two more excruciating hours at school, I eventually made it home. I think to myself one day I’ll leave work before it hits four, but I guess that’s inevitable when you’re an overachieving teacher like me. 

 To prepare myself for the next day, I usually stay later than usual to lay out all my lessons. However, I think it’s time for me to use one weekend to plan a month’s worth of lessons so I can stop staying so late. 

 Isn’t this what I complained to Nanami about? I remembered being tired of him staying after hours or bringing work to our home when all I wanted to do was read a book and lay under him. 

 It seems like his habits grew onto me. 

  The irony. 

 Probably if I had someone to come home to, I wouldn’t be thinking about work after I clocked out. Being single and thirty isn’t the worst thing ever, but I honestly thought I would’ve been settled down by now.

 That was the plan with Nanami. 

 I still can’t believe the nerve he had the other day during brunch. To ask me if we could try again after I already gave him two chances? Like I would ever sacrifice my happiness just so he could get his shit together. 

 My patience is high but not to that extent, and I refuse to wait for anyone to love me properly. I just hated that it had to be that way with Nanami. 

 We felt right together. He loved me. Made me feel beautiful. Extremely kind and gentle with me. I was one of those girlfriends that would “ my boyfriend” people to death because he made me happy. 

 Our way of meeting was such a cliché and it convinced me we were going to last forever. It’s only right to feel that way in a five-year relationship. 

 But after a while, what Nanami and I built became dull. Our relationship felt more like a chore than love between two people. It was transactional in a way that benefited him more than it did me. I didn’t want that anymore. 

 I didn’t want to become a wife and bring a child into the world with the possibility of being a single mother in a marriage. Nanami knew how much I wanted to start a family together, but he chose his principal duties over us. 

 I deeply sigh. “See what happens when you drink wine, Y/N,” whispering to myself. 

 Gosh, I shouldn’t even be drinking on a school night. I check my phone to not only see that it's eight-thirty, but also to be left with no new messages or missed phone calls from…

  Toji . 

 He’s had my number since yesterday, however, I have yet to hear from him. I mean, which is understandable. He works a late night job and has a fifteen-year-old son, so I’m not first of his priorities. Though, it would be nice to hear from him. 

 Thinking about Toji Fushiguro makes me feel like a high school girl who’s excited that her crush finally notices her. His gruffness, demeanor, how he carries himself. . . It’s different. I’ve had my fair share of relationships in the past before Nanami, but I’ve never come across a man like Toji. 

 At least, I don’t think so.

 A complete stranger Toji is to me yet the comfort he gives me is weird. Weird in a good way. I can only imagine how it’ll be the more we learn about each other. That’s if he doesn’t back out. 

 Only time will tell. 

 It’s time for me to go to sleep. If I stay up any longer, I’ll finish this bottle of wine and throw my mind into a frenzy for the rest of the night. But the minute I slipped into bed, my phone rang. 

 A number that I’m not familiar with calls me and I’m left to believe it’s only one person.

 “Hello?” 

 “. . . Hey .” I know that voice from anywhere. Deep, soothing, and spreads chills across my body. 

 “Mr. Fushiguro. Calling me after school hours? I’m not on the clock, you know?” I tease. 

 He chuckles, a little more faint than usual, but still a sound I enjoy hearing. “Remember you saying I can use your number however I please.”

 “I did say that didn’t I?” I can’t help but smile and stay up a few minutes extra to talk to Toji. “What’s up, big guy? You okay?”

  “Sounds like I’m not?”

 “A little.”

 He hums. “ I see. . . How was your day? ”

 It’s clear there’s something on Toji’s mind, but I’ll listen to him when he’s ready. 

 “It was… long. Draining,” I answer. “I was close to pulling my hair out.”

 “ Want to talk about it? ”

 I sit up in my bed.  “It’s just work being work. Not much to say that won’t cause you to get tired of hearing me talk.”

 The laugh he lets out this time has a little more life in it. “ I called you to hear you talk. . . Your voice is calming. ”

  He says things like this and expects me not to feel warm inside?

 “You need some calming?” I query. 

 “. . . Maybe .” 

 “Tell me, Toji.”

 I can only picture Toji staring into nowhere to see if he wants to open up to me or not. Whatever he shares, I’ll take it and offer my comfort. 

 He sighs. “ Was trying to have small talk with the kid about school and I guess that annoyed him. ”

 “What did he say?” I asked, knitting my brows together. 

 “ That he wanted to eat in silence, so he went to his room. ” 

 “He’ll come around.”

 Toji snorts. “ Yeah, I hope so. Took him school shopping earlier and he didn’t even want to be seen with me. ”

 “Did he tell you that?”

 “. . . No, I just assumed .”

 Although Toji isn’t physically here, I give him a reassuring smile like he could see me. “Assumptions will lead you to spiral. Next time try to be around him while keeping a comfortable distance,” I tell him. “I doubt it’s because he doesn’t want to be seen with you. I mean, Megumi is an exact replica of your face. It’s not like he can hide that you’re his dad.”

 “ You’re good with your words, Y/N. ”

 “I’m good at a lot of things, Mr. Fushiguro.” My tone came off way more suggestive than I expected but fuck it. I’ll blame the wine. 

 It’s like I can hear the smile on his face. “ You can’t say shit like that while calling me Mr. Fushiguro and expect me not to get turned on. ”

 “And what if that was my intention? Maybe to help get your mind off of things?”

 “ I can think of other ways for you to help. ”

 “You called me for some late night action?” I begin baiting. “What’s next? You’re going to ask me what I’m wearing?”

 “. . .  No... Well, if you want to share- ”

 I giggle, cutting him off. “Toji, anyways.” Hearing Toji genuinely laugh makes me feel better because I know how much mending his relationship with Megumi means to him. “I think you should continue with what you’re doing. I don’t know much about Megumi, but he seems like a kid that has to warm up. Even if you’re his dad, after years of neglect, comfort isn’t automatic because you’re blood. When he feels it, you’ll know.”

 “You’re right.”

 “Your mind feels cleared?” I try to contain my yawn, but it slips outs. I don’t want Toji to think he’s keeping me up because hearing from was actually the highlight of my day.

 “ After this walk and talking to you? Yeah. ” 

 “Don’t think it’s too late for you to be walking?” 

 “ Worried about me, Y/N? ” He asks, and I can hear the playfulness in his tone.

 I shrug. “Maybe. You’re a big boy, though. I’m sure you can take care of yourself.”

 “ I’m glad you know. ”

 I admire the comfortable silence Toji and I have sometimes whenever we talk. In a way, and hopefully he feels the same, it’s like we’re soaking in each other’s energy. And maybe Toji does feel the same since he decided to call when he needed help clearing his mind. 

 “ I’m keeping you up, Miss L /N? ”

 “Hm, I don’t mind giving you some of my time,” I pick on. “Just next time, schedule a conference.”

 He keeps the banter, saying, “ I’ll be sure to do that. . . I’ll let you go, though. Need your energy saved for Friday. ”

 “You’re going to put me to work on our date?”

 “ You’ll see, ” he says, smiling. “ And Y/N? ”

 I yawn again. “Yeah?”

 “ Thank you. ” An explanation of his admission isn’t needed. I know exactly why he’s thanking me. “ Night .”

 “Good night, big guy.”

 After we disconnect, I smile and internally feel giddy inside. It’s almost embarrassing how Toji makes me feel. I can’t help myself. 

 Going to sleep will be easier these next few days knowing I have something to look forward to on Friday. 

 As I described before, Toji Fushiguro will definitely be a beautiful catalyst that I’m excited to see. 

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discussion question #4 — reader has made it clear that she doesn't want to reconcile any romantic relationship with nanami anymore, do you think he will become an issue to reader and toji's developing relationship as the story progresses?

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

More Than An Intern (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of drug addiction, child abandonment

Request: Imagine: Tony has a daughter in a one night stand when he's 21. He doesn't know of the kid's existence. Mom has post-partum depression, struggles financially, becomes an addict and sells the baby to random guy (he works for Hydra and knows that the kid is Tony's-It's an extension of Project Insight and they wanna train people with brilliant ppl DNA). Around Ironman 1 and 2, she gets inside Stark Industries as an intelligent intern and Natasha catches her spying and the rest is left to you. 😊

The silence in the stairway where you were sat against the wall between floors was deafening, so quiet that you were certain that if someone was to step into it they’d hear your heartbeat from the top floor. You could definitely hear it, so loud that it was like standing beside a speaker at a concert, but you tried to act calm and collected like any other day, hunched over your phone, a half eaten sandwich in hand, like you did every other day in this internship that you had been working for the past 3 months.

Nothing to raise suspicion. Nothing to make anyone think you were up to anything. Nothing to make anyone think you’re a spy.

You weren’t entirely sure why you were so nervous about this. You’d done similar things before in the past despite your age, but this was a much larger project for you. You were stealing weapon blueprints and plans from one of the greatest minds and also in one of the most secure buildings you’d ever seen. Normally you would be able to do a simple sneak in and out within an hour, but you quickly realised that this would be a case of sneaking in, hiding in plain sight, not raising suspicion, gaining their trust, gathering the intel, and then sticking around a while afterwards instead of booking it to maintain that trust and also to get them off your scent and tie up any loose ends if needs be. You couldn’t mess this up. They’d kill you. 

After finishing your sandwich, you checked the clock on your phone, having memorised the routine of those who use the lab just down those stairs, and knew it would be empty now. You packed your things up, before heading down the steps, going through the door at the end and into the hallway. You tried not to look around too much, instead heading straight to the lab door, going on your phone, and after clicking a few buttons you glanced up at the camera in the corner of the room, seeing it power down, before you walked to the door, finding it unlocked and letting yourself in. You wasted no time in searching the space quickly for anything important, not wanting to focus your time on something and as your leaving realise you’d missed something even more valuable. You spotted Tony’s desk as well as some of his suits in the corner in the midsts of construction and repairs. Seeing no cabinets, you walked over to the desk looking over everything on the table- papers, blueprints, and the interface instead of computer. Unfortunately for you, you knew that to get in you’d have to temporarily disengage JARVIS to get inside unnoticed, so that was down, so you were relying on the physical copies, which luckily it seemed that Tony had out- usually to show to the ‘old people’ like Mr Rogers and the God who you kept away from. You looked over the papers, not moving any of them, just looking for anything of importance. You saw design ideas for his suits, suits that didn’t exist yet, designs for their unique abilities- notably weapons that fit in your hand. Bingo. 

“What’cha doing?” The voice made you jump a little, eyes shooting up to the door of the lab, seeing a familiar red head leant against it with a smirk, arms crossed. You of course knew who she was- Natasha Romanoff, one of the most deadly assassins in the word, and she just caught you somewhere where you didn’t have clearance. 

“Oh- I’m so sorry- I was looking for Mr Stark. My clearance pass keeps messing up and my supervisor didn’t know how to fix it so I hoped he’d be able to…” You switched to the personality you’d perfected the last 3 months, a shy, anxious, fly on the wall girl fresh out of college, eager to learn and a goody-two-shoes… okay some of those traits might have already been yours, but it just selled the character. “And now I’m saying it aloud I realise that’s… stupid. Sorry. I’ll go.” You tried to excuse, but as you went to rush out embarrassed, she stepped in front of you, making you halt. She glared down at you, and you shrunk into yourself. “I’m really sorry, I won’t come in here again, I promise.” She raised an eyebrow at you, before grabbing your arm, pulling it out, showing her your phone, and she plucked it from your hand. She removed the case off the back, turning it over, showing the small chip on the back- a small tracking device that also sent all info on the phone to another location. HYDRA. You were anxious before, but the second her eyes landed on the chip, it vanished. You’d failed your mission, and now it was a lose- lose situation, all options probably ending in you tortured or dead, or both. Now, you were terrified. 

Her eyes came back up to meet yours, and it felt like she was reading you like a book, dissecting you piece by piece. She knew your name was fake, your background fake, your credentials fake.The person she’d seen around the tower didn’t exist, and now she was piecing together who you really were. A Hydra agent. A young one at that- she thought you looked a bit young for 23, but clearly had at least some decent skills to have snuck under her nose and get past Tony’s security checks for months. “Are you going to co-operate?” She inquired. 

“I don’t have a choice.” You huffed, dropping the act. The red head grabbed your arm, leading you out of the lab and to the elevator, taking you up to the floor where the meeting rooms were (why Tony needed more than one you never knew), shoving you into one of them, sitting you down in one of the chairs. “JARVIS?” She called, hoping that the AI would still be working here. 

“How may I be of assistance Miss Romanoff? I am aware that I seem to have lost connection to Mr Stark’s lab-”

“I’m also aware of that. Please let Mr Stark know immediately that I’ve caught an undercover agent in his lab- that was why you’ve been locked out.” Natasha interrupted the AI, not wanting to waste any time. “I’m keeping her in one of the meeting rooms.” 

“Of course Miss Romanoff.” The AI responded. You slumped into your seat, chin resting on your chest as you kept your eyes on Natasha who guarded the door to ensure you didn’t make a run for it, and it wasn’t long till you could see Tony Stark through the glass walls of the room, and he looked back at you as he came into the room.

“So, who’s this little troublemaker, Romanoff?” Tony asked her as she shut the door behind him and locked the door. 

“Undercover agent, probably HYDRA, it’s their usual style, though I think this one has been here a while… JARVIS?” Natasha called again. 

“Our files say she’s been working here for 3 months. I’ve done a deeper background check on her files and it seems she does not exist, and is using a fake identity.” JARVIS answered. Your eyes were kept on Natasha after Tony entered the room- she was the deadly one, one of the main ones they had warned you about, and your eyes were focussed on her so closely you didn’t spot Tony stalking closer till he stepped in front of you, blocking your line of sight on the woman, and squatting down in front of you. In that moment, your fear of Natasha seemed to diminish as Tony looked at you like a disapproving parent or something. You felt almost ashamed. Almost.

“What’s your name? Your real name?” He asked you. You paused, not answering him. “Don’t make this difficult. If you cooperate then we-” 

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked, interrupting him. Your question seemed to catch him off guard as he straightened his posture a little, blinking a bit. 

“No. Of course not.” He spoke confidently, but also bewildered, which gave you some comfort that he was probably telling you the truth. “Is that what they told you? That if you failed this mission they put you on you’d be killed by us?” 

“Or them… You caught me, if they find out they’ll kill me.” You spoke lowly and oddly calmly despite how terrifying that thought was. 

“Were you in the Red Room?” Natasha inquired to you. It was something she remembered being told when she went on missions before she graduated, a way to control her and the others, and it seemed to line up with your age, but you shook your head. “How long have you worked for HYDRA?” She asked instead, and she caught you swallowing in response. 

“Better question, how old are you?” Tony asked. “I’m not sure if you have a baby face or if you’re actually a child.” 

“I’m not a kid.” You huffed. 

“That’s something a kid would say. More specifically a teen.” He responded. “Especially a teen who’s close to no longer being one and wants to be seen as an adult. 16? 17?” He questioned, and when your eyes averted at the second guess, he knew he hit the jackpot. He knew from his own guessing that you were a kid, but to actually confirm it seemed to light something inside of him, a sort of despair and fury. You were a kid, a kid with training that would have taken years, and the brainwashing they’d ingrained in you to make you think they’d kill you is something they’d have to have put into your head at a young age. So young you knew nothing of the outside world. “Do you know anything other than HYDRA? Parents? Siblings?” He asked far more softly, tilting his head a little.

“...I had a mom. She gave me to them.” You answered him in barely a whisper. 

“How old were you when she did that?” He asked, getting a shrug in response. “So young. Really young, probably younger than 4, maybe a baby or a toddler?” He asked, and you nodded. Your sudden willingness to respond to his questions didn’t go unnoticed, and Tony knew he had unlocked a way to get you to open up- softness and kindness, something you probably hadn’t seen… ever. “Do you know what her name was? Or what she called you?” He asked.

“I don’t know her name, but HYDRA called me Y/N, so I think that’s my name.” You answered him. 

“Alright. I really want to find out more about you so I can help you, okay? Would you be okay if we get Dr Banner here so he can get a few swabs and maybe some blood to try and find out more about you? Who knows, maybe you have some siblings or some grandparents wondering where their granddaughter is and we can give you a fake name and you can start afresh, alright?” He suggested to you, and when he didn’t get a disagreement, he turned to Natasha, standing up. “Let’s up security to ensure she’s safe.” 

The next couple of hours were admittedly quite boring. You were placed into a holding cell, searched for other weapons or technology, Dr Banner came, took some swabs from your mouth and some blood, and Natasha quizzed you about your entire time under HYDRA, what you had worked on prior, names you remembered and the sort of thing they put you through. Admittedly, you weren’t very talkative with her- she was quite stern and cold with you, and you were expecting that as soon as she got her answers she’d just put a bullet between your eyes, which was why you purposely kept some of your own information from her. Inevitably she gave up and left you be, and after another half an hour of boredom, you tried to get comfy, eventually finding yourself resting your head on the cold table in front of you, and closing your eyes, drifting uncomfortably between sleep and enough conscious to know when someone was walking by your cell, and it was enough to know when the door opened. Your eyes opened, your head already turned to see the door, letting you see it was Tony stepping in, stopping when he saw your eyes on him, before he shut the door behind him and moved to sit down as well, and only then you raised your head to look at him. You noted the slip of paper in front of him, which was odd since he usually liked to keep things digitalised, though he took one glance at it before placing it face down so you couldn’t read it.

“Did you find anything?” You asked him, his eyes looking up to meet yours, and you immediately knew from the emotions swimming in them, he had. There was a heavy feeling of guilt emitting from him, weighing his eyes down and making it hard for him to meet yours, and you knew it wasn’t good news. “If it makes you feel any better, I have no memories of my life before HYDRA, so I have no emotional ties. I’m not gonna cry.” You tried to assure him, mostly hoping he’d just spit it out. He cleared his throat finally, leaning on the table, resting his arms on the piece of paper. 

“You had a mother.” He started, and your mind immediately noted the past tense. 

“Dead?” 

“Complications due to drug use. A few years ago.” He confirmed. “She formed the addiction a few weeks or months after your birth- I got records of your birth, they gave her a blood test then and she was clean and healthy. It was probably Postpartum Depression that led her there, and after your birth there’s no trace of you, so you weren’t taken by social services, or reported missing…”

“So she handed me over to them? Is that what you’ve established?” You inquired, sticking to your word and not showing emotion, remaining calm and collected and cold, and Tony nodded, his eyes dropping again, the guilt he was emitting seeming to only weigh heavier. 

“I knew her… your mom.” He admitted after a pause, still not looking up. “Before she had you, before she… I knew her when we were in university together. She was studying something else in a different building, I don’t remember what, I never really got to know her despite the fact that…” He seemed to catch himself before he said anything, shuffling in his seat, and his nervousness was starting to rub off on you as you shuffled in your own seat, crossing your arms against your chest, not sure what he was getting at. Did HYDRA know he knew your mother? If so, why did they send you to do this mission? Why does that matter? 

“How is this relevant?” You asked him blankly. 

“We were…” He seemed to stumble over his words, before he rethought the, and spoke again. “We were able to track down a paternal line as well, and that proved that you’re… mine.” He confirmed, and it was like there was a flick of a switch, and you felt the change both in the room and in your body. Ah. That was why he was so anxious all of a sudden. His eyes stayed on you, but remained quiet, waiting for a reaction, though you weren’t giving him much. Your expression barely changed, with no signs of shock or joy or sadness or anything, other than confusion, judging by your eyebrows coming closer together. 

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would HYDRA send me to do a mission involving you if they knew we were father and daughter?” You asked him. 

“I don’t think they knew. We don’t know what kind of detail your mom gave about your background before handing you to them, or if she even knew I was your father to begin with. But that doesn’t matter right now- what matters now is that you’re here, you’re safe, and you’re my top priority right now. I need to keep you hidden to the best of my ability until we can even convince HYDRA it’s a lost cause to go after you, or think you’re dead.” 

“So, a safe house?”

“Exactly. I’ve got this little cabin on the edge of a lake that surrounded by woodland, little to no internet connection, it’s practically hidden from a birds eye view. I’ll up security there, but I’ll have it excused by me also being there as a sort of getaway with me and Pepper. That’ll also let us get to properly know each other, see where we stand, what you’re comfortable with and how involved you’d like me to be. If at the end of the time there you decide you want to go and do your own thing I understand, I’ll support you with whatever you want to do. If you want to go live in a tiny town in Wyoming then I’ll find you a nice place there and I’ll just want to keep tabs on you to ensure you’re safe. If you want to make up for lost time, go to college and live with us until you’re ready to go, then I’m happy with that.” He explained, almost rambling in nature, but it brought a faint smile, but a smile none the less to your face. 

“Thank you.” You interrupted him, making him stop, and relax a little and smile back. 

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[lil-ms-darkness]

Skin Like Gingerbread - Bigby Wolf x Fem! Goldilocks! Reader

A/N: Hey, hello, hi, so I did not intend for this to become a full blown story, it was meant to just be a couple of sweet one shots because Bigby Wolf and Fables by Bill Willingham is awesome. Yet, here we are, on part three of an unexpected series.

I don't really know how many parts are going to be in this, but I hope you enjoy. I'll create a post linking all of the parts and I'll update it as I post new chapters, that way they're all in one place for all of you who enjoy this series. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. 'Til Next Time! ^.^

Lil_Ms_Darkness

Content Warnings: Description of dead bodies, description of anxiety/panic

Bigby walks up to a squat brown building sandwiched between two five-story tall buildings. A metal framed door with a small frosted glass window is propped open with a chair under a worn green canopy. There is graffiti on the walls around the two larger buildings and some on one of the windows. Bigby approaches the small building and inside he finds 20 tables pushed side to side to make three long tables. Plastic chairs have been pushed to the tables, where Mundies sit and enjoy plates of food. 

He looks over to his right to find another table with an array of paper plates, plastic utensils, paper cups, and four people work quickly to fill the plates with green beans, mashed potatoes, a large piece of fried chicken, and a small scoop of mixed fruit. The cups are filled with juice that smells of too much sugar. People move around the space, people coming out with more food from a back room, but his gaze lands on a young woman. Her hair is tied back into a ponytail of dirty blonde hair that falls out of a navy bandana with stars and crescent moons, exposing her strong jaw and high cheekbones. Vibrant blue eyes focus on the food as she works, her slender gloved hands generously filling the plates, and by extension, many hungry bellies. He wonders how [Y/N] has never met her, they’re extremely similar. Almost eerily so. 

”Her name is Amelia.” Woody said, looking away from the Sheriff. He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Where does Amelia live?” Bigby asked, arms folded.

“Why do you need to know that?”

“To corroborate your alibi, you’re still a suspect. Be grateful I’m not taking you to the Business Office for holding, until I can prove your innocence.”

Woody glared at him and his nostrils flared,

“I already told you, Wolf, I’m not a murderer! I’ve said it, [Y/N] has said it!”

“Where does she live?” Bigby asked again, his thick brows pulling together in annoyance.

Woody squared his shoulders and Bigby clenched his fists, but both of them could feel silent eyes on them, warning them against brawling without a word. Woody sighed, “I won’t tell you where she lives, but she volunteers at a soup kitchen in the Bronx. It opens at nine, and she never misses it.” 

“What’s the name of it?”

“The Cozy Spot.” 

Bigby nodded and his gaze had drifted back to [Y/N], sitting quietly on the couch. She continued to stare out the window after the two didn’t start exchanging blows.

“[Y/N],” he called, and she turned to look at him slowly, silently. Her eyes were distant, wounded. He hated the look of that distance, “-go to the Business Office. Tell Snow you’re to stay there until I get back. You’re under watch until I’m convinced your life is not in danger.” 

She pushed herself up and walked away towards the front door, stopping briefly at Woody’s side. She looked up at him, offering a small smile.

“I’ll see you later, thank you for your help today.”

Now, Amelia briefly looks up at him as he approaches. She offers a kind smile, grabbing a plate before her brows furrow in recognition, then widen slightly.

“Oh, Mr. Wolf,” her voice is warm and inviting, but he can tell she’s nervous. “I, uh, how can I help you?”

“I need to ask you some questions.” he answers, gaze drifting to the others still filling plates. A young man looks up at them, curiously, then focuses on Amelia.

“It’s okay, Mel, I’ll cover for you.” he smiles, softly. She smiles at him in return and his cheeks tint before he returns to work. Amelia removes her gloves and drops them in the trash, then she unties her apron and hangs it on the wall hook. She guides him to the back room, through the kitchen and into a small office like room. She closes the door and looks at him. 

“What can I do for you, Mr. Wolf? I don’t think I’ve ever been visited by you before.” she says, regarding him, cautiously. She takes a step back and sits in the chair, folding her legs and keeping her hands close to herself. He isn’t surprised by her defensive body language, everyone in Fabletown keeps their guard up with him around. It’s both beneficial and a pain in the ass.

“Were you with the Woodsman last night?” 

“Yes, why?”

“He’s a suspect in a case, when were you and the Woodsman together?”

“Oh, uh, I’d say from seven, yesterday evening, to seven this morning,” she examines his face, concern written across her face, “What kind of case is it?” she asks, voice wavering slightly. 

“Don’t worry about it. That’s a long visit, why did he leave so late?” 

“His friend called and said she needed his help. I didn’t ask too many questions,” she shifts, uncomfortably under his gaze. “I’d like to know what he’s a suspect in.”

Bigby shakes his head, “You’re not getting it out of me, so don’t bother unless you want to piss me off;” she frowns as he continues, “Have you noticed anything strange?”

“Like what?”

“Strange people hanging around that you haven’t seen before, an old friend who you haven't heard from in a while suddenly appearing, anything out of the norm?” he asks but she only shakes her head.

“No, nothing like that.”

He nods, She doesn’t seem to be a target. Yet, anyway. But that clears Woody “Thank you for your time.”

She nods and stands, walking to the door to walk him out, but he stops her. “You know you’re not supposed to be interacting with the Mundies like this.” 

She glances over her shoulder at him, “I give back to anyone who needs it, Mundies are no exception.” and she’s out the door. He sighs, not wanting to bother with this when he has much more pressing matters to attend to. As she returns to her station, he makes his way out the door. Standing outside, he walks down the street towards the main street before waving down a taxi. He climbs in the back, gives the address and leans back into the seat. He looks out the window at the passing buildings and people, other cars and street signs. In his mind, a murder map begins to take shape- 

Whoever the killer is, knows [Y/N] well enough to know what she wears to work, knows her scent. Red, the Woodsman, the Bears - but the Bears are at the Farm, if they had left Snow would know about it. Woody was cleared by Amelia, and Red hasn’t been seen in at least a century. He digs a knuckle into his temple as he traces the lines of the map along the glass with his gaze. Who else knew Goldy personally? He thought about her soft eyes, the muffin with butter, the way she spoke to him without a care. He sighs, Who doesn’t know her? She’s not exactly subtle.

The taxi slows to a stop outside the Business Office and he climbs out, steps to the passenger side and holds out some cash.

“Keep the change,” he muses, and the driver snorts.

“Thanks,” the driver grumbles, pulling off. Bigby pushes open the gate and closes it behind him. Trusty John, the doorman, smiles and opens the door for him,

“Good morning, Sheriff.” 

Bigby nods his greeting and steps inside, where Grimble sits, arms folded and eyes drooping. When he sees Bigby, he perks up and nods a greeting, but Bigby has already seen him. He says nothing, though, he’s used to Grimble falling asleep on the job. He makes his way to the large room where King Cole and Snow White keep the Fable community running and beyond human detection. Snow sits at her desk, sifting through papers. King Cole is not here, which is not surprising. 

He looks around, but is surprised to find that [Y/N] is not present, either. A knot in his gut begins to tense. He approaches Snow, and she lifts her face from her work as he steps up.

“Bigby,” she sighs in what sounded suspiciously like relief, “I’ve been waiting for you, a woman is here. She said you told her to come here and wait for you.”

“I did, where is she?”

“Waiting in your office,” He nods, comforted that [Y/N] made it safely, the knot releasing slightly. He turns to walk back towards the door, but the sound of Snow’s chair scraping against the floor as she stands stops him in his tracks, “Do you have any leads on the murderer yet?”

Bigby turns halfway and looks towards her, “I’m still working on it. I have a few possibilities, though. Are all non-human looking Fables accounted for on the Farm?”

“As far as I’m aware, none of them have left, but I’ll call and double check.” she pushes in her chair and a strand of coal black hair cascades past her shoulder. Bigby watches her for a brief moment before he turns and walks out the door, making his way down the hallway towards his office. 

Inside the small room, [Y/N] sits in one of the small chairs in front of Bigby’s desk. She reaches over and gathers some of the pens littering his desk and the pair on the floor. She caps them and carefully drops them back into the pen holder that was laying on its side when she’d entered. She leaves the folders and papers scattered around his desk as they are, lest she make more work for him, or ruin his train of thought for other cases. 

She twirls a strand of hair in her fingers, looking around the room. It smells of cigarettes and must, although it’s not a body odor kind of must. It’s not pleasant, but it’s not unbearable either. She stands and walks around, touching the metal filing cabinets and the lip of the wooden desk. With a bored sigh, she walks around the desk and sits down in Bigby’s chair. It’s not comfortable, and she feels bad for his back and butt. She looks at the files and her hand traces the edges of one of the manila folders, his words echoing in her mind. ”-a woman is DEAD. Dead and gone.” 

She feels her throat tighten and the back of her neck feels suddenly cold. A woman was dead, and everyone thought it was her. Her hand slips up to her throat, as if trying to feel her pulse and prove that she’s still alive. 

She feels bile rise in her throat and the edges of her jaw feel tight, like she’s sucking on something sour. Nausea hits her quick and hard and she leans over, trying to get her breathing under control. She closes her eyes and tries to inhale and exhale, slowly. It calms her after a good few breaths, and she leans back in the chair, desperately trying to keep away thoughts of her own dead body. She wonders if she’s any better than the murderer, the woman was murdered and glamoured to look like her. The woman was a message, and it was her fault. That woman died because of her. 

She wheezes again and the bitter pucker of her jowls returns, Is it the Bears? Are they coming after me after all this time? Could it be-

A low groan from the door startles her and every muscle in her body tenses, goosebumps raising on her flesh as she stands on instinct. The Sheriff steps through the door and she sighs quietly in relief, but then the memory of his rudeness at her apartment comes back up. She doesn’t miss the quirked brows as he notices her on the other side of his desk, but glancing at his desk, he makes no remark about it. She walks around as he nods a greeting before closing the door. Any other time, she’d be delighted to see him, relieved by his presence she found oddly comforting. Despite what everyone said about him, how they made him out to be, he made her feel safe. But now, she’s upset by the familiar relaxation crossing her shoulders. She wants to be upset with him, she has every right to be, doesn’t she?

"A woman is DEAD. Dead and gone" Her chest feels tight again, and she folds her legs as guilt creeps out from her bones. She smooths out the skirt of her dress, “What do we do now?” she asks, quietly. 

Bigby examines her, the slump in her shoulders, the uncertainty in her eyes, the subtle shake in her voice. He reaches into his pocket and grabs his pack of cigarettes, momentarily deciding whether he wants to smoke in front of her or not. It’s his space, but she doesn’t like smoke- since when did he care if someone liked smoke or not? He pulls out his pack and pulls out a cigarette. 

“Now, I decide who’s going to shadow you.” He muses as he tucks the pack back into his pocket, walking around and sitting in his chair. He ignores the low moan the chair gives out under his weight. 

She nods, slowly and avoids his gaze. “Do you have any idea who did this?”

“I have a few theories, but no solid lead yet.” he answers and leans in to examine her. She shrinks back slightly under his intense gaze. 

“Sheriff, I-” she starts and he waits for her to finish, already able to tell she’s trying to find the proper way to say it, “I’m sorry…It didn’t really hit me that someone is…dead. I didn’t mean to make your job harder for you. I really don’t think Woody is the killer, but I’ll stay out of your way.”

He’s surprised to hear her apologize, even more so to find that it sounds genuine. He doesn’t think Woody is the killer, either, and Amelia’s testimony that he was with her is enough to prove he was with her until [Y/N] needed him. Then again- “You were protecting someone you care about. Loyalty like that is hard to come by. I do have a question, though.”

She looks up at him, finally, “Okay.” 

“What time did you call Woody for help?” 

“Oh, I think around 6:30 am? I can check my phone, just a minute,” she reaches into the pocket of her dress and pulls out a small flip phone, navigating through it quickly. Even with how efficient she is, he’s amazed, technology always seemed to be against him, so he chose a mostly tech-less life. As she pushes buttons on the device, she trembles slightly. The realization must have hit her hard “-6:48 am, Sheriff. That’s when I called him to ask for help. He said he was with a friend but he’d head over to help me.” 

He nods, “Alright.” he moves to take a drag off his cigarette, but his eyes spot it- unlit. He’d forgotten to even light the damn thing. He reaches into his pocket to find his lighter. 

“If I may ask, who are you thinking of watching over me?”

“Haven’t decided yet. Woody, most likely.” he pulls out his lighter and lights it, but before he can bring it to the tip of his cigarette, she speaks up again.

“Can I make a request as to who?” her eyes move up to him and he tries to hide his surprise, but he isn’t very successful.

“Depends,” he says, finally lighting his cigarette, “who do you want?”

“You?” her voice is quiet, again, as she looks at her hands in her lap.

“Me? I’m going to be too busy to keep an eye on you.”

“I can come with you to the crime scenes, maybe even help you.”

“You could damage evidence.”

“In my line of work, I know how to avoid leaving fingerprints on icing, and I’m not as clumsy as most people think. Besides,” she nervously shifts in her chair, “you’re the only person I feel genuinely safe with.” 

He takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side before looking at her again. He knows it’s best to say no, to refuse and send her to Woody, but part of him is intrigued. He meets her gaze, and he sighs, wanting to allow it, but it’s not safe. If he’s too distracted by her, he won’t be able to do his job. Flicking some of the ash into an ashtray on his desk, he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. What about Red? It would give you both a chance to catch up.” he says, leaning back in his chair.

She frowns and sighs, but she doesn’t seem all too surprised, as if she’d expected him to say no. “Maybe you’re right, I haven’t seen her in a while. Am I free to go now?” 

He nods, “If anything happens, call the Business Office. Have Woody accompany you to Red’s.” 

She stands, examining him for a moment before she heads for the door. She pauses and looks over at him,

“Please find the person who did this?”

“I will.” 

She smiles, somberly and walks out, closing the  door gently behind her.

He groans quietly, rubbing his face with one hand, a cherry dropping onto the floor by his shoe. 

The body of the glamoured Goldilocks was taken to the Business Office, discreetly, and had been laid on a stone slab with intricacies carved into the body, and a triquetra chiseled into the sides. In the Witching Well chamber, only King Cole, Snow White, Boy Blue, and Ichabod Crane would disturb him, but he knows none of them will do so. The silence is heavy as his steps echo through the chamber, the only sound to keep him grounded. 

As Bigby walks up, he can smell gingerbread and baked bread, sweets, and death. Her skin is paler than when he’d first seen her, and he takes a breath before he examines her body. He brushes some of her curls aside to get a good look at the bruise around her throat, it is darker than the last time he’d seen her. Her right shoulder sits lower than her left, and he wonders how he missed it. He takes a closer look, 

“Dislocated,” his gaze drifts up to her throat, “did the attacker come from behind? When she fought back, her shoulder got dislocated on purpose or by accident?” He carefully pulls down her dress just enough to check for more injuries without leaving [Y/N] indecent. He stops and corrects his thoughts, It’s not [Y/N]. It’s just a glamour. He quirks a brow as he spots a lump in her left breast, and he hesitates, then examines her face. He considers calling for Snow, briefly, then lifts the top of her dress and reaches in. He finds the more solid fabric of her bra, and reaches further before he grabs the item and quickly pulls it out of the victim's undergarments. He looks at her lifeless face, “Sorry, I had to if I want to find your killer.”

He lifts up a small tube and twists off the top, dropping out a single strand of [Y/N]’s golden hair and an incredibly small sack doll that looks like her. His jaw sets and he looks at the two items before the body glows bright green, illuminating Bigby’s shadow on the ground behind him, and bouncing off the wall on the other side. A woman with dark brown hair and pallid olive skin takes the place of the glamoured Fable, and his eyes widen as he takes in the scent.

She’s a Mundie

The bruises around her throat remain just as gruesome as they did before the glamour faded. 

A Mundie was taken, glamoured to look like a Fable, and then murdered. He clenches his jaw, as everything settles in his mind. It’s worse than he thought at first, so much worse. He looks over her body and sighs, not even knowing who she is. He sighs, and his gaze lands on her clenched fists. He reaches down and tucks his fingers under hers, but her fingers are hard and stiff- rigor mortis. He tries to be as gentle as he can before giving up and forcing her hand open, hearing a grotesque crunch as he does so. A small crumpled paper falls out onto the stone slab. He picks it up, unfolds it and reads it. His eyes widen and he growls, “DAMNIT!” He turns and sprints out of the Witching Well chamber- 

We know what you did, Wolf. Your hands are stained. -Red Riding Hood

[muldermuse]

Your first date? Or your first time with fox mulder 👀👀

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He’s nervous, Scully has been giving him sly looks throughout the day as he’s been trying his hardest to keep it together. The day has been littered with small mistakes, starting with accidentally throwing his takeaway coffee in the trash to biting his pen and not realising the blue ink had covered his shirt with soaking blotches. He tried to ignore the superstitious voice in his head telling him that the day (and your first date) was determined to go badly. 

He asked you out on a date the third time he met you, initially the date was planned to be that week, however, a bout of sickness had made you bed bound. You called to apologise and rescheduled for the same date next week, unfortunately, Fox had a case that had taken him out of town. He called you from his crappy motel; his stomach filled with knots at the thought of letting you down. 

Your fingers twisted around the phone cord as you laid on your bed sheet. “You know, I’ve heard some pretty good date cancelling excuses. But travelling to Minnesota to catch a demonic stray dog i-“

He interrupted, “I think you mean, potential werewolf sighting” 

His voice made you blush, it always did, you felt the warmth rise up your chest. “Well, I know that Scully thinks it’s something along the stray dog lines.”

He smiled, you made him feel less alone, even in this dusty motel room hundreds of miles away from you- you were making him smile. “I am really sorry to cancel, I’m back on Sunday. I’ll pick you from the apartment at 2?”

***

So, it’s the third attempt at a first date and he’s nervous. He parked outside your apartment at 1:30 and had been building up the courage to go in. He knew that 30 minutes was too early, at 1:40 he thought he may as well wait for ten more minutes. However, at 1:42, he made his way up to your door. He had your coffee order, a pastry and a bunch of lilies gripped nervously in his hand. He thinks about knocking on your door, or should he ring the bell? Before he has time to consider each option more critically, the door opens and there you are. 

You take his breath away.

He knows that you’d class what you’re wearing as nothing special, but to him you look incredible as always. You’re slightly more made up than usual, your eye lids dusted with a muted brown and your mascara making your lashes look even longer. Your lip liner and lip gloss combo enhances your mouth and all he can think about in that moment is kissing you. Your hair is down and behind your shoulders; you smile awkwardly at him. 

“Oh my god, please tell me I look okay! I’ve spent ages deciding what to wear, at first I chose a dress but then I thought it might be too much and then I de-“. He could tell you were panicked and nervous; just the same as him. He held your hand as he gently pressed a kiss to your cheek, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume as he said with as much confidence as he could muster, “you look amazing. I’m looking forward to spending the day with you.” 

The date is a walk around the park near your apartment, then a trip to a book store which Fox always talks about and then a late lunch at a restaurant you’ve talked about extensively. You’ve been looking forward to it as much as he has. Your previous dates have usually started at 7pm and you’ve been emotionally checked out, or repulsed, by half past.

On the walk, you found out more about his work and how much his career meant to him. He asked you about your job and your future dreams. You noticed that he smiled throughout, looking at you with a grin on his face as he heard you talk about where you wanted to be in five years. In the bookstore, you realised how similar you were as you perused the endless aisles. Seemingly every book you went to pick up he had read or had at home on his shelf. 

“I have most of the ones you’re interested in, you could always come round and choose some.” 

“Fox, if that’s a way to get me into your apartment and to see your water bed- I swear”. A smirk crossed his face as a red tinge covered his cheeks,

“I mean- can you blame me for trying?”

As you both got more comfortable throughout the date, you noticed both yourself and Fox becoming more flirty with each other. You’d hold his arm when he made you giggle, he’d blush when you got closer to him and he’d intertwine your fingers with his in quiet moments.

***

The restaurant was quietening down, it was the liminal zone between the lunch rush and early diners. The candles were lit on each table despite the sun shining outside, only around a quarter of the tables were full as soft music played. All of a sudden, you seemed to remember that you were on a date with the person you have a crush on and you felt a pang of anxiety hit you. Fox seemed oblivious to your rising nerves as he idly chatted through the menu and ordering water for the table. 

He looked so so good today. His hair was perfectly off his face and his smile seemed brighter than it ever had before. Before your thoughts could spiral more about your sudden prick of nervousness, you felt his warm hand cover yours and quell your ill feelings in an instant. His touch grounded you back to the moment. “I’m going to get a bottle of white, is that okay? We can get soda as well if you’d like”.

You moved your hand to hold his fingers with a squeeze, “White is great, thank you”. With his soft eyes and sweet smile in front of you, the nerves seemingly dissipated from your body and you felt a blush creeping up your chest. This was the best date you’d ever been on and you knew in that moment that you had to let him know.

You got a main each and then shared a dessert. The wine was going down easily and you were on your second bottle with no intentions to get a third. The alcohol was coursing through your veins which resulted in a permanent smile being on your face. 

“You know” he swiped his spoon through the caramel chocolate mousse in front of you, “you’ve been smiling at me for the past twenty minutes”. He put the spoon in his mouth and winked at you.

“Maybe I’m having a really good time,” you picked up your wine glass and sipped the remaining liquid, “or, maybe it’s the wine.”

He threw his head back with a laugh, “It’s definitely the first one.”

The bill arrived and Fox paid before you could argue, you made a mental note to pay for the second date. The sun was setting as you left the restaurant and before you could step further outside, Fox held your hand tightly in his.

***

“So, this is me…” The conversation had continued to flow as you walked back to your apartment, you took the long route to prolong the time you could spend with him. You both awkwardly stood in front of your front door. Neither of you wanted this night to end. You could invite him inside for a coffee, you could say that your bedroom light was flickering and you would like him to take a look at it. You couldn't end it without a big move and with the liquid courage still in your body; you pressed your lips to his. 

You brought your hands up to cup his face as you kissed him. His nose nudged against yours as his hands slid down to your hips, pulling you closer to him as you felt him smile against your lips. The taste of chocolate and sweet caramel still lingered on his lips. His forehead touched yours as your fingers interlocked at the nape of his neck. He looked at you with a hunger in his eyes, wordlessly you held his hand as you unlocked your front door and dragged him inside.

“Third times the charm, I guess” He laughed as you locked the door.

[insaneforme]

your beauty holy grails and or beauty tips you swear by?

Nourish your soul. Pay it as much attention as you do your physical appearance, if not more

Heal yourself. Trauma and painful experiences can remain stagnant in the body. If you have read “the body keeps score” then you’ll understand this more.

The saying beauty comes from within is a common saying for a reason. Don’t be bitter, don’t be nasty, don’t be cruel.

Be as you want to be perceived.

If you want to be beautiful, then find beauty in everything around you.

Dried rose buds/petals in tea, baths, water, skin care.

Olive oil soap. Tallow moisturiser for the body and face. Hair oil masks once a week. Lymphatic drainage massages daily to undo years of toxic build up.

Set Intention with everything that you do.

Make soups that will comfort you.

Warm milk and sugar before bed 🥛

Care for yourself as you would a child.

Find validation within yourself instead of seeking it out from others. Trying so desperately to find validation from others and going to extremes where you no longer align with your morals will violate your soul. No matter how much validation you receive from others, it will never be satisfying.

I cook my own food and haven’t had fast food in a year. Probably an extreme but my body is sensitive to the foods I eat so I like to eat whole foods that I cook with ingredients I am happy with.

Cut off toxic people & pity friends. It’s better to be alone than it is to be surrounded by individuals who dont make you feel good.

Take care of your hair. It’s an extension of your nervous system and it protects you whether you know it or not. Nourish your hair with massages and oils and masks. Oil your ends before bed and sleep with a protective style no matter your hair type

Detox your scalp with an ACV rinse.

Living by your cycle/cycle syncing.

Drinking fresh carrot juice daily.

Carrot salads.

Practice gratitude.

Consistent routines that you live by.

I always wear stockings, tights, and heels.

I never go outside in sweatpants.

Full body laser hair removal. Very painful but 100% worth it.

Do well by yourself. Be your best friend and lover.

Eating spoonfuls of honey daily.

I’m not sure if I would call these tips but these are a few things I like to do to take care of myself. Doing these things makes me feel beautiful. I also like to read a lot, that makes me feel pretty. If you want generic beauty tips you can find them anywhere online.

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 19: Excitement

Pairing: Mer Stone x Thief Reader

Summary: You run into a beached merman and he saves your life.

Author’s Note: I had so much trouble getting started and once I did I just kept going. That was exhausting.

Warnings: I imply 18+ stuff happens off screen again, but I think that’s it.

Word count: 1169

Prompt: Be careful of any beached mermaid. They’re too smart to get themselves washed up. They only want to eat.

Prompt 1526 by deepwaterwritingprompts

You lead an odd life. Most days, you own and run a small bar on Coruscant island. You spend your time making drinks and chatting with your customers. Every once in a while, you are a master thief who is a thorn in the side of Coruscant’s rich and famous and by sad extension the Coruscant Guard. You had pissed off enough wealthy politicians that the guard had to put in some extra effort to catch you. Even you knew, they had enough to deal with already. Sadly for them, they hadn’t caught you in the act during one of your expensive heists yet.

Right now however, you are taking a vacation. You had sold most of your stolen items here on a different island and now you are walking along the beach before sunrise. Coruscant’s buildings went all the way down to the waterfront so there were no beaches to walk on there. You are happy as a clam to have outsmarted the mer clones again when you see one on the beach.

More importantly, he appeared to have beached himself. You shift uncomfortably, remembering countless childhood stories and lectures. ‘Be careful of any beached mermaid.’ You could hear your mother quote at you. ‘They’re too smart to get themselves washed up. They only want to eat.’

“Hey, you okay!?” You call over as the sun slowly rises on the water. He turns to look at you as you draw as close as you dare. In dawn’s soft rays, you can see the handsome features all mer clones shared along with his bald head and the tattoo on his temple. His red and white scales gleam like gemstones, catching your eyes.

“Good morning!” He smiles while one of his clawed hands gives a wave. “And I’m fine!”

You give him a slightly confused look, but nod and come a little closer. You remain well out of arm’s reach through and look out at the sunrise. You know Mer clones don’t go out of their way to hurt people and in all your watching of the guard you know full well humans and other sentients are more likely to hurt them.

“I’m Stone.” He says after watching the horizon in silence with you for a few minutes. “And I’m not going to eat you.” The soft teasing makes you roll your eyes and you give your name in turn. You find he’s pleasant and funny over the next few minutes so you end up taking up most of the morning just chatting away.

You realize a little too late he’s a member of the coruscant guard; he’s here guarding a senator for a few days. But you aren’t entirely to blame for not putting that together. They are only allowed in their mer form while off the capital island.

“The tail coloring should have been a dead give away.” You both laugh. Really you should head on your way, but you like him. And besides, having a Corrie friend or more than a friend would be fun. Testing your luck at not getting caught? Absolutely. But what was life without a bit of excitement?

“Come to my bar when you have free time.” You offer with a smile, hastily giving its address.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Stone teases with a smile that gives your stomach butterflies.

“Only if you want it to be.” You flirt back, barely keeping your cool before wishing him goodbye.

A few weeks later you see a Coruscant Guard Commander enter your bar. A part of you freezes up, thinking you finally got caught. However he takes off his helmet and you immediately recognize the tattoo on his temple.

“Stone?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” He takes a seat at your bar with a soft smile. “Sorry to scare you. You said to come by when I could.”

“No. No, I’m happy to see you.” You nervous laugh. “I just didn’t recognize you. Could have mentioned you’re a commander.”

“Yeah, but I think a certain thief would have run off if I did that.” You resist a very primal urge to escape.

“I don’t know what you’re-” He arches an eyebrow.

“I know for a fact you’re smarter than that.” Stone cuts you off and you can hear your pulse in your ears.

“What gave me away?” Your voice drops to a whisper; every hair standing on end.

“You should have diversified your buyers a bit more. While you don’t sell on Coruscant, there was a certain gangster we caught a couple weeks ago who sold out your fencer.” Stone admits, keeping his cold eyes steady on you. He’s waiting to see if you're dumb enough to bolt, but you know he’ll beat you to the door.

“So it's not entirely my fault.” You grumble more to yourself. You let out an annoyed and defeated sigh, leaning against the counter.

“No, not entirely your fault.” He pauses; his face falters. “Corellian whisky, please.” You blink at him, but go about getting him the shot. As you go through the motions, you realize this doesn’t feel like an arrest. He would have cuffed you already or at least there would be more of the guard in here by now. What was going on exactly?

“So you're not arresting me because?” You ask, placing the shot in front of him.

“I’m giving you a warning. Let things simmer down for a bit.” Stone pauses to smell the drink first and you roll your eyes.

“Yes, poisoning you would end so well for me in broad daylight.” Your voice dripping with sarcasm and you see his shoulders shake with silent laughter. “But why are you…”

“I met a girl walking on the beach who genuinely asked if I was okay and was willing to help if I wasn’t.” Stone smiles genuinely. He then downs the shot seamlessly before continuing. “Besides, while I missed the thief, I did retrieve the stolen goods. So there isn’t a reason for them to be among the Coruscant Guard’s top priorities unless they steal again.”

“I think they’ll lay low for a while.” You agree with a half smile. You are a bit annoyed, but what he said at the beginning is touching nonetheless. Even after everything, it’s hard to force yourself to not get flustered. Besides, it’s hard not to be impressed by all the planning and hard work he put into tracking you down.

He then pulls out the credits for his shot and you close his hand around them. His eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“It’s on the house.” You smirk, leaning close enough for your noses to touch. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, dear.” Commander Stone flirts before getting up and leaving. You should stay away from him from now on, but you seek him out a few days later. And if he’s sharing a bed with you a few days after that, whose business is that but your own? After all, what is life without a little excitement?

[tehnakki]

I just wanted to thank you for posting that selfie. I’ve been nervous about my career prospects since I’m going into engineering and dress a lot more eccentric (for lack of a better term) than like 90% of the people in my classes. It’s nice to see that someone who dresses fun and colorful doesn’t have to tone it down to do a major presentation (and to NASA at that, holy fuck)

Awwww, don't be nervous! Wanna know a ridiculous thing that happened to me as a intern/new hire?

So I worked in a human testing lab at university, and usually would run tests whenever I could get human subjects, so sometimes that was the middle of the night because college students. So I got pretty comfortable wandering about campus in my pajamas.

So I was napping in the human centrifuge between tests (like you do), when the light suddenly turned on and there was a whole horde of people in suits and polo shirts gathered around me.

My professor had forgotten to tell me that NASA Johnson was visiting for the day to see our progress.

I ended up having to give a presentation on the lab and then demonstrate the test campaign (with no bra to hold my giant bazangas). Also, my hair was pink at the time.

Fast forward 8 months and I'm working in the NASA Johnson Exercise Lab on an extension of the project I was on and on my first day multiple people said hi and called me "pajama intern", people who I am SURE were not at the lab test. That ended up being my nickname until their was a classic Houston downpour and I got soaked on my way to building 6 to give a presentation to a different team (I truly am cursed when it comes to presentations). So I stopped in the locker room and tossed all my clothes in a dryer, and sat around in a towel for a bit, but the dryer was taking forever. So I grabbed a lab coat, put it on OVER the towel (to try to disguise that I was just wearing a towel??? I still don't know what I thought would happen). And headed to the conference room.

Where I pretended to be completely oblivious to the fact that everyone was dying of laughter as I got setup and gave a very good presentation on lunar regolith.

Then I was "Labcoat [First Name]" till I left to go to industry, where I immediately died my hair blue and started wearing a Lemur onesie to the office everyday.

Anyways, for as shallow as most people are, I've found that it takes very little time for me to establish my credibility regardless of what I'm wearing. And the people who don't treat my experience and skills with respect were never going to anyways, regardless of what I was wearing. I'm a nonbinary black queer person in an industry still dominated by cis white men. If they are going to hate me for things I can't change, I may as well ignore all social mores and conventions and just have a good time being the most "myself" I can be.

And by being "myself" and not trying to mask all the time, I free up so much of my brain from anxiety about meeting some arbitrary requirements and tend to make better connections with people. So I end up with really good friendships with people who never interact with queer weirdos like me but find me fascinating. Like my buddy, a high ranking officer in The Space Force (LOL) who sends me the stupidest emoji text messages every time I snicker in a call with them. And loves that I mock the military usage of "sir/ma'aming" every sentence by calling people 20years older than me "my bud".

I have no idea where I was going with this.... But fuck the haters, have fun with your life. YOLO!

[sevenf1ng3rs]

His Burden: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: “So I guess I’m the exception”

Word Count: 1.4K

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Genres: Innocent!Reader, Troubled!Namjoon, Blossoming Relationship, Big Secret, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Humor.

Rating: 18+, Mature

Warnings: Smut (breast play, teasing, dirty talk, grinding), Angst (rejection, unresolved feelings)

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Namjoon leads the both of you to his car. You shyly walk beside him, excited but nervous for what may come.

He presses his keys, and the most expensive car on the street lights up and unlocks for the two of you. 

He has an Audi R8? Is this 50 Shades of Grey or something?

Namjoon’s arm reaches swiftly past you, opening your door before hopping into the passenger seat. Before he buckles himself in, he reaches across the expanse of the car, taking your seatbelt in his hands and buckling it for you. You feel the heat of his body as he reaches across your lap, the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Ready?” he asks, turning the car on while staring intensely into your eyes.

You get lost in his eyes, forgetting to respond.

“I'll take that as a yes,” he chuckles, reversing the car and speeding towards his apartment.

The air in the car is thick, the radio playing softly, not nearly enough to mask the tension brewing between you. His arm is placed on the center console, close to your thigh. You stare at his extensive and lengthy fingers, beginning God for him to grab it. For him to hold you and tease your excitement.

You want to speak to him but can’t seem to find your words while being so close to him. Glancing at him every few seconds, you take the time to admire his side profile. His nose is perfectly sloped, almost cute in nature, but the rest of his face is intense. With low brows and a sharp jawline, the contrast within his features only makes him more attractive. 

“See something you like?” he asks with a smirk.

Your body language speaks for you as you stare into his eyes and try to stop yourself from nodding yes. It’s clear that he knows what's really going through your mind as you blush.

All too soon, you pull into the parking lot of his apartment building. You take note that it's the most expensive complex in the city.

I wonder what he does for a living?

He parks and opens the door for you, gentlemanly taking your hand and leading you to the elevator inside. He presses the top floor, a sign that he owns the penthouse in the building. 

The elevator ride seems to take hours. The heat in the room is palpable, and you worry he can hear your heartbeat. 

How is he so collected? I can barely stand at this rate. 

The elevator doors open to a large foyer with a spiraling staircase and many dark paintings and artwork. You’re greeted with a sizable 15th-century statue of a naked woman, which Michelangelo may have created. The house's fur is impressive, with a long white leather couch. Across the scene is a large painting in place of where the tv would typically stand. 

“Do you want something to drink?” Namjoon asks, approaching her slowly.

“A water is fine, thank you,” you reply, sitting on his couch.

“Do you do this with all your dates?” you call from across the room mockingly.

“I haven’t brought a girl home in years,” he says seriously.

“Sure, so I guess I’m the exception,” you state jokingly as he sits beside you.

He hesitates for a moment, as if hes deciding whether or not he should vocalize his thoughts. He mulls it over for a few seconds before deciding to let it out.

“Honestly, I don’t know why, but I feel drawn to you. That day in the coffee shop I-”

He sighs, shaking his head like he knows his actions are ridiculous. 

“Ever since that day in the coffee shop, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Seeing you in the bar today almost felt like fate, and seeing you with that horrible guy just confirms how badly I want you.To take you out, you know. Like on a date. Treat you the way you deserve and stuff…”

He's stumbling over his words, his eyes never truly meeting your face. He looks embarrassed, like he's bracing himself for cold rejection. 

You touch his arm lightly, urging him to look at you. When he slowly raises his head to meet yours, his eyes hold no hint of joking behind them. Honesty and desire are the only emotions behind them.

Holy shit,

You two stare at each other for a few seconds that feel like hours, drinking each other in.

He slowly brings his hand to your face, studying it for signs of uncertainty. When he finds none, he pulls your face closer to his own and rests his soft lips against yours for the briefest of seconds. 

He pulls away, stares at you one last time, and crashes his voluminous lips into yours. The kiss is hungry and full of wild passion. His hands trail down your sides, over your arms, and behind your back, attempting to touch as much of you as he possibly can. You loop your arms around his neck and toy with the short hairs at the nape, pulling at them slightly. He moans into your mouth at the action and gathers you to straddle him on the couch. 

He kisses down your neck as you throw your head back in pleasure, subconsciously grinding down onto him. His tongue intertwined with yours as if it were unnatural for them not to be touching. The saliva from your kiss and the wetness from your insides makes you feel almost submerged in water. Unable to breathe as you can’t pull away from him, he is your lifeline as you share the same breath but also kills you softly.

Fuck

He pulls away, and you feel your breath slowly returning to you. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers into your neck, and you moan in response, urging him on. You feel him toying with the hem of your dress, asking for wordless permission to take it off. He slowly slides it up when he hears no protest, giving you time to stop his hands if you want to. You lift your arms for him to pull the dress over your head. After he does so, he tears his shirt off over his head and tosses it behind the couch to join the pile of clothes you two are steadily creating. 

He looks down at your body as you shyly but determinedly swipe the palms of your hands over his broad chest, trailing lower to feel the clench of his abs as you touch him, stopping tantalizingly above his waistband. 

You can feel the wetness soaking through your underwear, creating a stain on his pants. When you look down at the damage, you shyly look away and apologize in a small voice. 

“Don't apologize; you're too alluring. Everything you do drives me crazy,” He responds, continuing his descent of kisses down your breasts. He places wet kisses over your clothed nipples, causing you to beg for more contact. He reaches behind you and unhooks your bra, then latches his lips against one nipple, teasing it and biting it softly, while his hand works your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moan his name at the sensation, getting a growl as he switches his ministrations to your other breast. You find the courage to trail your hands below his waistband. When you brush against his dick, he snaps his head at you, looking panicked and upset.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn't have let it go this far. I just… couldn't control myself.” he explains frantically while gently setting you aside and reaching behind the couch to grab your clothes. He passes them to you while throwing his shirt back on and standing up, running his hands through his hair. 

You feel so ashamed. Is it me? Did I do something wrong? You think, putting your clothes back on and feeling the burn behind your eyes start to increase. You run to the foyer and grab your shoes, feeling him running after you.

“No, please, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Please don’t leave,” he grabs your arm before you can grab the doorknob.

You look at him with teary eyes, the embarrassment coursing through you in waves. 

“Please let go of me, Namjoon,” you reply softly.

He lets you go with reluctance, his face expressing nothing but regret and sadness.

“Okay…” he says, watching your back as you walk out the door.

“Fuck!” he screams after you leave, turning around to pour himself a drink.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you run down the hallway and into the elevator. As you step into the taxi you hailed, you lean against the window and close your eyes, hoping that if you concentrate hard enough, this moment will disappear.

Click for Chapter 4

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Whump Intro

Hi, hello! 

Um, I’ve been avoiding this intro bc I am a shy awkward hermit that usually just lurks and likes stuff, but that doesn’t really work on Tumblr so here I am! Plus I wanted to use Whumptober to force myself into sharing my writing and figured it might be useful to introduce myself first.

You can call me starlit, or anna, or hey you, I don’t really care lol. She/her pronouns. I love reading fantasy & fantasy romance, writing, and playing RPG video games when I have the time (usually fantasy based-are we sensing a theme here? 😂)

Before we get to more about me nonsense-

Acknowledgements!

Shout out to @i-can-even-burn-salad

For beta reading for me and then being brave enough to share her stories with me. And for sucking me into Tumbler lol. And for talking to me all the time and making me laugh. And for being such a great person. <3

I love her writing and stories so much. Please, please, check her writing out. It's worth it, I promise! Bring tissues though!!

Best internet friend ever trophy, where is it? I need to send it… oh, there it is. Here you go, Elli! 🏆🎉💜

I haven't had the opportunity to check out many other blogs yet, bc someone has such an extensive back catalog 👀 😂 but tagged below is the one I have read. I devoured Traces in one day because it was so good. Highly recommend!

Traces by @whumping-in-the-wings - Thanks for writing such a great story! Can't wait to see what happens next :)

(Obligatory disclaimer: heed the warnings. They are well-tagged.)

I've got my eye on several other blogs once I have a little more time. Hope ya'll like spam likes/reblogs/comments, bc I'm a bit enthusiastic 😂

Ok, back to me, I suppose. Under the cut 🤣

I tend to use emojis excessively, but don’t expect me to know the meaning of them beyond face-value expressions. I shamelessly claim elder millennial status as an excuse (which means I’m 18+, obviously).

I’m audhd (combo autistic/adhd), but I didn’t find that out until earlier this year, so I’m still very used to tiptoeing around people and holding myself back out of self-preservation. Working on that though, bc I’m tired of that shit. 

Erm, also… fuck is my favorite word. If you don’t like foul language, I might not be a great fit for you. 

I joined Tumblr about a month ago, so I am still learning and ask for your patience. (I will probably be learning for quite some time, tbh) If I’m doing something wrong, please let me know so I can fix it.

Asks are welcome, although not sure what you would ask me lol. With asks, keep in mind that I’m literal as fuck and context is everything :D

As is fairly common from what I’ve seen in this community, I’ve daydreamed whump for as long as I can remember, and it’s nice to:

1. know what to call it 🥲

2. find someplace where I don’t feel weird about getting it out of my head and putting it on digital paper. Well, not quite as weird haha.

I’m super nervous to post on here, but that’s what I’m here for, so… deep breaths 😶

Likes: 

*Fantasy whump 

Magic w/ consequences

Captivity

Torture/punishments 

Restraints

Dub/non-con 

Emotional whump/angst 

Defiant whumpee

Breaking whumpee to the point of hopeless despair before building them back up again

Revenge against whumper 

Creepy/intimate whumper 

Named characters 

Recovery arcs, bonus points for romance <3

Eventual Happy endings after copious amounts of suffering

I write what I like, btw. I have written explicit romance previously, but I’m not sure if I will here.

I will try to be diligent with my warnings, but as those are new for me as well, I may miss some. Please let me know if I do and I will fix it! (within reason, don't ask me to tag something like sadness. that's a typical emotion. extremes like depression, yes. sadness, no.)

* Disclaimer: I will only ever write fantasy. I prefer to read fantasy as well, but I have made exceptions when I get the tropes I want :D 

Squicks: 

I’m willing to try most anything once. 

In general though, I tend to avoid cannibalism, major character death, hard-core conditioning, whumper redemptions, bad caretakers 

I’m excited to join the community here and looking forward to participating in Whumptober! I have no idea how well I’ll keep up since I only decided to write for it 3 days before the event, but I’m willing to try 😅

Even if I can’t keep up during October's events, I do plan to finish the storyline and there will be a happy end :D  

Fuck, this got long. Sorry!!!

See you all around! 💜

[emmyrosee]

EMMYYYY I hope everything’s okay and that the emergency appointment goes well tmr, I’m sending you the biggest most comforting hugs and most positive of vibes rn my beloved <333333

here’s some doctors office fluff you can keep in the inbox for whenever you need it!!

in the waiting room, kuroo would so totally be a GOD at distracting you until it’s your turn to see the dr, especially if you’re nervous.

Distractions start the night before the appointment AT THE LATEST (earliest is literally the day you book the appt). He’s hyping up the trip, trying to make it more bearable by saying he’ll buy you overpriced coffee/the drink of your choice after the appointment, he’s goofing off with you before bed so you can go to sleep with a smile on your face…

and in the waiting room he’s holding your hand, trailing quick, soft kisses up your arm and grinning at you when you scold him about being in public. He’s whispering reassuring words in your ear when he notices you bouncing your leg and letting you grip his hand as tight as you need to. He also probably downloaded games on his phone for you cause he knows you’re too nervous to focus on your own phone and would rather watch him play games as you lean your head on his shoulder (fine okay maybe this was a self call out)

And if you want him in the actual appointment with you, he will gladly go and be a silent yet very comforting presence as you talk to the doctor. If you don’t, he’s content to stay in the waiting room, but probably sneaks to the hospital gift shop and gets you a small stuffed animal or something for when you come out. (If your drs office doesn’t have a gift shop then the pharmacy nearby should have toys too I hope)

And after your appointment!!! When you’re back in the car with him!!! He is so attentive and listens to all of your thoughts, whether he was there or not, and you’d better believe he gets you your drink. And there’s a ton of cuddles waiting for you when you get back home.

(and idk if this will resonate with you but I’ll put it in too in case it does; he’d also 1000000000% gush about how amazing you did and how well you handled everything, he’s just very proud of you overall but for this especially cause he knows you were nervous)

kuroo’s just built different and I have put extensive thought into doctor’s office visits and how he’d care for us and the anxiety that comes with it from experience so I hope this helps ease some nerves and puts a smile on your face!!!

make sure you’re hydrated and get a good night’s sleep ily lots <3

I need him to tell me how good I did I was so terrified 😂🥺

He’d just be so in tune with you, anything to make you feel at ease and better. He’d download one of those town building apps so you can build your own little area, just for you to see when you close your eyes.

“Tetsu, I want the purple monster.”

“We just spent our diamonds on the castle upgrade.”

“Then buy more diamonds 🤨”

And he will. Bc he wants the next time he sees you to be filled with excitement to keep building.

Him holding your hands while they give you an inspection, tucking your head under his chin and compressing you lovingly to have you at ease 🥺

And then getting you a drink and after, and getting you a surprise doughnut bc he’s so proud of you 🥺

Can I have a turn with the Kuroo Tetsuro please? 🥺🩷

[embroideredcursewords]

Title: You Tear Down My Reason

Fandom: Spider-Man, Deadpool

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Pairings: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson Spider-Man/Deadpool

Tags: No powers!AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. A/B/O Dynamics. Omegaverse. Primal!AU, BDSM Dynamics, Top!Wade Wilson, Bottom!Peter Parker, Top!Wade Wilson/Bottom!Peter Parker, Omega!Peter Parker, Alpha!Wade Wilson, Omega!Peter Parker/Alpha!Wade Wilson, sexual content, anal sex, primal sex, light bondage, domination, submission, incredibly light con-noncon if you squint super super hard I guess, really it’s just that Peter wants to be chased first, y’all know me, consent is clear, I’m a slut, but so is Peter, this is just smut, just porn no plot, sex outdoors, some light edging, eating out

Summary:

~Title is taken from “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails~

The yearly Hunt has begun and Peter Parker has finally decided to participate. As an omega, and a bunny-omega to boot, his role is certain. He’ll be prey. As a bunny, he has speed on his side. He’s confident he’ll be able to evade any unsavory alphas, though the background checks are extensive. Still, the risk is there… Yet Peter is surprised to find that the risk makes it even more exciting.

//Trigger Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Language, Sexual Content, BDSM Dynamics, Anal Sex, Top/Bottom Dynamics, Primal Kink, Breeding Kink, Not Really Con-NonCon But More Chasing And Adrenaline, Consent Is Given Loud and Clear, Biting, Chasing.\\

Please remember to read the tags and trigger warnings carefully. No fic is ever worth jeopardizing your mental health. If I’ve missed any, please let me know! I am so deadly serious about reading the tags, y’all!!

Good lord I’m a whore

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Peter Parker was almost surprised to find himself preparing for the annual Hunt. Frankly, he never thought he’d be participating, yet here he was… Washing with plain soap and prepping himself carefully. As he gently opened himself up in the strange bathroom, he bit back any moans. Finally feeling clean and ready, he struggled with the shower knob for a moment before figuring out how to shut the damn thing off. He stepped out of the shower and onto a soft, warm rug. Peter was pleasantly surprised to find that the floors were heated. As was tradition, he dressed himself in the pure white clothing set out for him: a simple shirt and pants set. A blush colored his cheeks as he noticed the way that the sides were stitched to allow easy tearing. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the way that his pants hugged his ass and thighs just right. Satisfied, he pulled on the shoes provided. They were running shoes. This caused yet another blush to bloom across his face. Glancing out the window, he took in the gorgeous sight of the forest surrounding the building.

Every year, a Hunt was held in these very woods. The tradition had been carried over from Britain even before the United States had formed. It had started as a way to increase marriage and birth rates in a “socially acceptable” way, but these days it seemed that only loners still participated. Peter was one such person. He’d had a boyfriend in highschool, then a girlfriend in college, but he’d never felt… alive in those relationships. He’d always had a desire for a more primal sort of relationship. As a proud and staunch defender of omega and beta rights, this had made him uncomfortable for many years. But this year, he’d finally given in. After all, participants in the Hunt were completely confidential. He’d had to sign all kinds of paperwork. Besides, he argued to himself, wasn’t the fact that he could choose whether or not to participate a win in and of itself? Shaking off his doubts, Peter made his way to the next room. A beta sat at a table, looking up to smile at him as he entered.

“Hello, Peter! How are you feeling?” She asked.

“I’m… a little nervous.” He admitted. The beta woman smiled gently at him.

“That’s perfectly normal! I can assure you, each and every person here today underwent the same, rigorous background testing that you did.”

Peter nodded, wringing his shirt in his hands.

“I know, I’m more excited than anything.” He blushed at his accidental double entendre.

“That’s good to hear, Peter. Now, I understand that you’re a bunny-omega, correct?”

Peter nodded again, then realized that she wanted him to expand on that.

“My hearing and sense of smell are better than most, and I’m a fast runner.”

The beta took a couple of notes before looking back up with another smile.

“I’m sure you’ll give quite the chase! Now, are you fully aware of how this works?”

“Yes, I am.” Peter answered, fighting the urge to laugh nervously.

“Good deal.” The beta slid one last sheet of paper over to him along with a pen. “Now, this is your chance to say ‘no’. If you have any doubts whatsoever, you can always give it another try next year.” She said kindly. Peter shook his head rapidly and signed the paper.

“I’m all in.” He informed her. The beta nodded, collected the papers, and stood to leave.

“Of course, you’ll be kept separate from the alphas until this evening. So we do ask that you stay inside as the alphas’ cabin is next to this one. However, if you would like to join the other omegas, I believe they’re currently in the common area eating dinner.”

“I’d like that.” Peter answered with a smile.

The beta woman led him out of his room and into a larger common area. About a dozen other omegas were milling around and filling up plates of food. A few glanced his way, looking him up and down before returning to their dinners. Peter was quickly accosted by a smaller omega woman, who introduced herself as Betty. She was sweet, and seemed eager to make friends. Peter was a bit embarrassed to find he was the only male omega in attendance. Betty reassured him. Peter made his own plate, choosing lighter options over the heavier foods. This was partially to aid in his upcoming run, but also because of the insistent nerves that were clawing their way through his stomach.

“Aren’t you hungry, sweetheart?” Betty asked kindly.

“Not particularly.” Peter answered, then felt the need to continue. “It’s a bit earlier than I usually eat.”

“I’m so nervous and excited, I can hardly even think about eating!” Betty giggled.

“I always eat when I’m nervous.” Another omega chimed in.

“I always eat when I’m excited.” Another omega added with a mischievous look. The entire room was filled with giggling.

Peter enjoyed spending time with the other omegas. They calmed his nerves and solidified his determination. Everyone came from such different backgrounds. It was interesting to hear everyone’s reasons for joining the Hunt. Before he knew it, 6:45pm had rolled around and the beta woman, Jean, had returned. She led the group outside and to the edge of the woods.

“As prey, you will all have a five minute head start. There are many hiding places throughout the forest.” Jean winked at the group of omegas, who all turned to whisper conspiratorially together. “There are also several safe houses throughout. If at any time you feel unsafe or do not wish to continue, the safe houses lock from the inside and are equipped with panic buttons as well as phones. Do not hesitate to use one if you need it. Each safe house is marked with a trail as well as signage.” Jean glanced at her wristwatch, then back at the alphas’ cabin. “They’re about to bring out the alphas, but don’t worry. They’ll be confined to the porch until the second bell rings. Does anyone wish to opt out?”

The group of omegas snuck glances at each other, but none spoke. Jean nodded with a smile before turning to the cabin. Sure enough, the door was opened by a rather intimidating alpha. Peter’s eyes widened as a group of alphas were led out into the closed-off porch. He glanced over the group of alphas, ranging in size and strength, until his gaze fell upon one in particular. The alpha was standing away from the group, clearly being excluded. He was the biggest alpha that Peter had ever seen. Muscles rippled under his black clothing, signifying him as a hunter. His skin was completely covered by scars, which made him look dangerous. And yet, Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away from the alpha’s biceps—especially when they flexed as he crossed his arms. Peter’s mouth began to water as his eyes trailed up those muscular arms and shoulders to the alpha’s face. The alpha was staring right at him. He shivered for a moment, but not from any negative feeling. Instead, he felt his entrance begin to lubricate itself, preparing him to take this alpha. Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away from the alpha’s. He watched as the alpha slowly, purposefully licked over his long, wickedly curved fangs. Peter bared his throat just slightly… an invitation.

Unfortunately, his wordless (read: mindless) flirting (read: wantonly throwing himself at) the alpha was interrupted. Jean was clearing her throat rather awkwardly and Betty elbowed him gently with a giggle. He turned back to face her, only to find a few of the other omegas staring at his—no, the—alpha in what looked like disgust. Anger brewed inside of him until Jean cleared her throat again, snapping his attention back to her. All previous doubts were thoroughly extinguished. Now, he only felt the quick flapping of butterfly wings in his stomach and up into his lungs.

“Now, then. The bell will ring any moment, and you all may take your head start.” She informed them. “Good luck!”

True to her word, the bell rang once.

Peter turned one last time to face the alpha, and for good measure, he winked. Then, he turned and sprinted into the woods. If he was honest with himself, he was showing off. He knew just how fast he was. His natural traits had more than earned him the title of a bunny-omega. He wondered if what they said about bunny-omegas were true. He giggled breathlessly to himself as he ran, finding a good hiding spot along the trail. It was a good place to hide. It would keep him fully concealed from the trail while also giving him a good vantage point. As he crawled under the bush, he considered his plan. He would wait for the huge alpha to come barreling through the woods, then leap out of his hiding spot and take him for a couple circles of the forest, just to get his adrenaline going. Then, he would let the alpha catch him. After all, he was the fastest bunny-omega he knew, let alone the fastest omega. There was no way an alpha that big could be very fast. He giggled quietly to himself. He’d need to help the alpha out a little.

The bell rang twice.

Peter sat very still, listening and looking for any sign of the alphas. Soon enough, one came blundering through. It wasn’t the alpha he wanted though, so he laid very still. Whoever the alpha was, he didn’t even stop to sniff the air, so he was soon on his way. The next was a female alpha. She did pause to sniff around for a moment, getting rather close to his bush, but Peter purposefully soured his scent and off she went. For a while, he watched a few more alphas come through, and even watched as an omega raced through the trees, an alpha hot on her trail. He grinned to himself. She was definitely holding back. Peter began to grow a little bored. There hadn’t been any sign of the alpha. He began drawing in the dirt with his finger, tracing little hearts and flowers and fighting the urge to yawn. Suddenly, he smelled something. Peter’s head pricked up and he stopped drawing. It was something wild and dangerous, but he didn’t feel any fear. Feeling as though he was being watched, he slowly turned his head, only to come nose-to-nose with the alpha. Letting out a squeak, he scrambled out from under the bush and began running.

He began at a moderate pace, intending to allow the alpha to stay just a few feet behind him. The alpha caught up much quicker than he’d expected. He ran a little faster as he saw the man behind him pick up speed. Before long, he was full-on sprinting through the woods. He kept glancing back, surprised to see the alpha easily keeping pace. The alpha grinned at him through panting breaths, fangs glinting in the quickly darkening forest. Peter let out a breathless laugh, dodging trees and running off the path. The alpha followed easily, gaining more ground as Peter tried to wind his way through the trees. They had only made it a little ways into the trees when Peter found himself tiring. His adrenaline was still screaming through his veins, though, as he glanced back to see the alpha even closer and hardly winded. Perhaps he’d underestimated him. That glance backwards was Peter’s undoing. He’d failed to see a tree root in front of him and tumbled over it. He wasn’t hurt, thankfully, but as he scrambled to his feet, the alpha yanked him backwards by the waist. Peter yelped, struggling in his grasp, until a deep, rumbling voice cooed in his ear.

“Shhshh, Omega. Settle down, now.” Peter found himself going limp in the alpha’s arms. “What’s your name, sweet thing?”

“Peter.” He breathed as he was gently wrestled to the ground.

“Mmm, Peter.” The man mulled it over in his mouth, tasting every consonant and vowel like it was a five course meal. Peter shivered in his arms. “My name is Wade. I saw you looking at me, before we started.”

“Mhm.” Peter whimpered as the alpha’s hot breath tickled at his bonding spot.

“You looked… interested.” Wade continued.

“I am.” Peter breathed, baring his throat. The alpha chuckled behind him, wordlessly adjusting Peter when his knee began to hurt from where he knelt on a rock.

“You keep baring your throat like that, baby, and I might just bite it.”

Peter gulped, baring his throat even more. Wade chuckled again.

“I’ll take it that this is what you came for.” Peter could only nod. “And you’re sure? You wanna be claimed by a perfect stranger? I could be a murderer, you know.”

Peter whined, unsure why that made him even hornier. He supposed it was the danger aspect to it. Wade shushed him again, trailing his hand from Peter’s waist to his thigh.

“I want it.” He answered, more sure than ever. Wade scented him deeply, gripping his thigh in a vice grip. Peter felt another jolt of arousal, but grinned to himself. He’d caught his breath. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll make it easy for you.” He told the alpha in a haughty tone.

The alpha paused for a moment, his grip slackening just enough for Peter to wrench away and continue his sprint into the forest. This time, he focused less on giving Wade a good run and more on finding a good spot to be caught. He thought briefly about finding one of the cabins strewn throughout the forest, but decided instead that he’d much rather be fucked silly beneath the stars. It added more to his fantasy. Wade was quickly gaining on him. He had pretty good endurance, even for a bunny, but he was meant more for sprints than long distance. Wade, it seemed, was good at both. He felt slick start to drip down his thighs as he imagined how Wade would show him exactly how much endurance he had.

He was slowing now, and he could practically feel Wade’s breath on the back of his neck. It sent pleasant shivers down his spine. Wade seemed to be toying with him now. He was more than close enough to catch, but Wade seemed content on running him down completely. Peter grinned. He’d learned his lesson. Finally out of the energy to run, Peter stumbled slightly and was immediately snatched backwards against Wade’s chest. He struggled in his grip half-heartedly as he was wrestled back down into the dirt. The forest smelled divine. It had rained the night before. Peter moaned as Wade completely manhandled him into presenting. Then, the alpha blanketed his body with his larger form.

“Are you sure you want this, Omega?” He asked gently.

“Yes, Alpha. I want you.” Peter wriggled back against Wade, taking a deep breath in when he felt something very hard and very large poke his backside.

“Good bunny.” Wade growled in his ear.

“How’d you know—?” Peter began, only to gasp when Wade tore his shirt off.

“Only a bunny can run like that.”

Peter moaned as a hand began tracing over his chest, paying special attention to his nipples.

“And you are—?” He finally managed to ask. Wade chuckled in his ear, sending shockwaves through his system.

“Oh, baby boy. I’m a wolf.” Wade answered with a grin.

Peter moaned as Wade ran his hand down his spine and over the curve of his ass. He paused there, waiting for Peter to consent.

“Take me, Alpha!” Peter stammered out when Wade refused to continue. The alpha ripped off Peter’s pants with little effort, then pulled back to take in the view.

“Goddamn, baby boy! I knew that ass was fantastic when you started running, but damn!”

Peter blushed, turning his head to bat his eyelashes shyly.

“Thank you, Alpha.” He licked his lips as he took in the now-shirtless Wade. “You look so strong. I want you to hold me down and take me so bad.”

Wade gave him a slight slap on his ass, then kneaded at the soft skin there.

“Gotta prep you first, baby.”

Peter shook his head. “I already prepped myself. Just take me, Alpha, please!”

“I’m big, honey, you’re gonna need more than those tiny little fingers of yours.” Wade backed up a little, leaning down to bite down on the omega’s rear end. “Besides, this big, bad wolf can’t wait to eat you whole. Or, at least, to eat your—“

Peter erupted into laughter, his hand going back to grasp at Wade’s.

“Alright! Alright! You win.”

Wade’s tongue laved over his asshole. Peter rocketed forward, then backwards when his body decided that the feeling, while foreign, was a good one. Wade took his time, licking at Peter’s rim and then finally sinking his tongue fully inside, being careful of his fangs. It didn’t take long before Peter was completely soaking Wade’s face and bouncing backwards, seeking out the sensation. Then, the first finger breached his hole. Wade took care to enter gently, then added a second. Peter gasped at the stretch. It probably was a good idea to prep him a bit further if only two of Wade’s fingers had already stretched him so far. A third soon joined the other two and Peter was a panting mess on the forest floor. Wade pulled his face away, wiping Peter’s slick off with a discarded shirt. He let Peter fuck himself back on his fingers for a minute, enjoying the way the smaller man’s ass shook with each movement. Then, he carefully crooked his fingers around until he found it. The exact spot he was looking for, which made Peter see stars.

Wade pulled his fingers out, earning a disgruntled sound from Peter, before using his slicked hand to stroke his own cock. Peter glanced behind and groaned at the sight. He readjusted into a prime breeding position and Wade was lost. His chest was in the fallen leaves and dirt which made up the forest floor, while he knelt, hips pushed in the air and accentuating his smaller waist and thick ass. Wade couldn’t help himself from landing a couple spanks, to which Peter simply yelped and moaned. The omega turned his head just slightly to show off his bonding spot. Wade felt all common sense leave him, and he gripped at Peter’s hips. Spreading his cheeks, he licked at his lips, remembering the taste of his slick. Peter whined a little, wiggling his hips in a clear invitation which Wade was more than happy to take. With one hand, he held Peter’s hips still. His other hand guided his cock to that open, wanting hole. Peter gasped a little as his cockhead entered first, then let his breath out long and slow as Wade sunk into him.

“Ho-o-oly fuck!” Peter exclaimed.

“I haven’t even started, baby boy.” Wade promised.

He pulled out slowly, sinking in again and nearly knocking the breath out of Peter. He took his sweet time, allowing Peter to acclimate, and enjoying the way the omega pushed his hips back to meet his. Peter was practically chasing his cock. Like he couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t be without it. Wade smirked to himself. That smirk was soon wiped off his face when Peter managed to twist around enough to glance at his face. He raised an eyebrow, pouting his lips forward.

“Is that all, Alpha? I thought you were gonna claim your prize, but it seems you just want a leisurely fuck in the woods, hm?”

“Careful what you wish for, Omega.” Wade growled at him.

Peter opened his mouth to speak again, and Wade struck. He yanked Peter’s hips back in a bruising grip, fucking into him with abandon. Peter let out a rather loud cry, which was swiftly interrupted by a yelp when Wade managed to hit his prostate. Once the alpha had found that special spot, he hit it with each thrust. Wade was determined to fuck the snark out of Peter, at least for an hour or two. Honestly, he loved that the little omega wasn’t scared of him. Meanwhile, all coherent thought had left Peter’s brain. He was vaguely aware of a rather high-pitched ‘ughnn’ sound, and was surprised to realize that he was the one making it. Wade fucked him hard enough to shove his whole body forward with each thrust. His chest was getting a bit sore, but Peter found it only added to the fantasy. Here he was in the woods, prey to a big, bad wolf. He arched his back even further, enjoying the sound of Wade’s moaning and the lewd sounds of his slick hole being used.

With Wade’s cock plunging into him mercilessly, he hardly noticed when his legs started burning. Apparently, holding up his own weight as well as taking the brunt of a large alpha fucking him was too much for them. They started shaking a bit with the effort. Peter decided he didn’t mind it, though, as he felt his orgasm closing in. Just as he felt he was about to come, Wade yanked him up by the waist, holding his whole body weight back against his chest. Both were sweating now, despite the chill in the night air. Darkness had fully descended, and the only light came from the moon filtering through the trees. Peter panted, being held aloft as Wade settled him down, legs spread over his knees. It felt as though the alpha’s cock was even deeper in this position, and Peter took the much needed breather. Wade chuckled lowly in his ear, nuzzling and sucking over his bonding spot before asking:

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby boy. Was that too much for you? Is the little bunny too tired from taking cock?”

Peter whined a little, his own dick hard despite the embarrassment. Before, he’d felt completely blanketed by Wade. Now, he felt bared for all the world to see.

“I think the bunny needs a good dicking, hm?” Wade thrust upwards into him once, enjoying the sound of Peter’s answering moan. “Do you need a good dicking? Is that what you need?”

After a moment of silence, Peter realized he was actually supposed to answer.

“Yes, Alpha! Yes, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me good and hard!”

Wade apparently liked that answer well enough, as he grabbed hold of Peter once and again and began fucking him thoroughly. Peter felt almost high as his prostate was hit again and again. He’d been so close last time! He vaguely wondered if Wade had done that on purpose, then shook the thought off. It wasn’t until Wade began nipping at his neck that he felt his orgasm creeping up again. Those sharp fangs pierced skin with little effort, the alpha sucked on the wound until the pinprick of pain faded. Then Wade did it all over again, until Peter’s neck was littered with bites and bruises. Peter couldn’t wait to see what it looked like. As he felt his second orgasm nearing, Wade slowed his pace, then stopped completely. This time, Peter was sure it was intentional. He let out a rather loud whine, trying to thrust his own hips.

“None of that, Omega. You take what I give you.”

Peter whined again, quieter this time, and sat still. His own dick was twitching rather uselessly, and he watched with bated breath as Wade’s hand rubbed over his chest and down his stomach. To his dismay, the hand avoided his dick entirely, instead rubbing at his thigh for a moment. He twitched a bit, and Wade trailed his hand back up his stomach to pinch at his nipples as he bit more bruises into Peter’s neck. Finally deciding to take pity on the omega, he spoke.

“Who do you belong to, beautiful?”

“You, Alpha. I’m yours.” Peter answered without a second thought.

Wade considered whether or not he should bring up his breeding kink, but so far Peter had seemed more than happy to go along with everything else, so he continued.

“Who does this ass—“ He thrusted once, hard, to drive home his point. “—belong to?”

“You! You, Alpha! You!” Peter yelped.

“That’s a good bunny.”

Wade helped him into presenting again, wadding up their discarded clothing and using them to cushion Peter’s thighs off his calves. When he finally sank back into that tight, slick, heat, Peter sang.

“Want me to breed you, baby? Want me to pump you full of my seed?” Wade asked, listening and watching carefully for any sign of discomfort.

Peter just moaned long and high, his back arching again as he turned his head to look up through his eyelashes at Wade.

“Please, Alpha, breed me.”

Wade growled, his hips beginning to piston in and out of Peter yet again. This time, his hand pressed gently on Peter’s back while the other held his hips up. The omega was a drooling, stammering mess now. He kept rambling about Wade fucking him full of pups. This had quite the affect on Wade. He pounded into Peter, feeling his orgasm nearing quickly.

“Fuck, yes! Gonna breed you up real good, honey. Gonna—MmmFuck—Gonna knot you up real tight. You like that? Wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, Alpha! Yes!” Peter managed to answer in between getting the breath knocked out of him.

Peter’s ass began to tighten around him a bit, and just as Wade was about to reach around to finish him off, Peter came on the forest floor. Wade smirked, instead moving to all fours to fuck hard and fast into an overstimulated omega. With the alpha’s body weight pressed into him, Peter could only writhe beneath him, enjoying the almost painful pleasure that was still being pounded into him.

“Look at that, bunny! Didn’t even need to touch you, did I? Just needed a cock in your ass, didn’t you?” Peter’s muffled ‘mhm’ spurred him onwards. “Ready for my knot, baby? Ready to be bred?”

Peter answered by pressing his hips up even further. Wade gave him a few more hard thrusts before his knot began to swell, catching on the omega’s rim. After a hard shove, it popped inside and stuck. Peter let out another moan, filled with the alpha’s cum. After a couple minutes, Wade sat up slightly, allowing his knot to pull slightly at Peter’s rim. The omega whined, still unable to convince his mouth to form words. Wade pulled him up against his chest, enjoying the way Peter felt boneless in his arms.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart. I promised you a real bite, remember?”

Peter managed to summon enough energy to run his hand over the back of Wade’s head, nodding happily. Wade sunk his fangs into Peter’s neck, enjoying the burst of pheromone-filled blood that slid over his tongue. Peter made a sound halfway between a groan and a whimper, head falling back to rest on Wade’s shoulder behind him. Wade ground his hips up into the omega a few times before pulling away, satisfied. He admired his handiwork in the moonlight. Even if it wasn’t a real mating bite, it would scar. He’d always be a part of Peter. It made his inner alpha happy. The two sunk onto the forest floor, spooning. With Wade’s knot still thoroughly locked inside and his hand carding through his hair, Peter slept the best he had for months—maybe years.

The next morning, he woke to find that Wade had retrieved fresh clothes for them. He was then carried off to a nearby stream for a quick wash, as walking was a bit of a challenge. The two sat in the chilly water a bit awkwardly, each trying to figure out what to say to one another. Finally, Peter gathered enough courage to speak.

“I wanted to say ‘thank you’, Wade. Last night was… incredible.”

“I thought so, too.” Wade answered with a grin.

Peter examined his face, then his bare chest. With a start, he realized he was growing slick again. Wade sniffed the air a moment, then grinned wider. Peter splashed him in retaliation. They both laughed a bit, wondering what to say next.

“I’m glad you had a good time.” Wade finally said, his voice sounding tight.

“I did. I’m glad you did, too.” Peter answered.

There was another few minutes of silence before the two stood, drying off and getting dressed. Peter chanced a peak at Wade, only to find the alpha doing the same. He smiled shyly at him, buttoning his shirt with awkward hands. As he glanced down, he realized he’d somehow missed the first two buttons and was now wearing a rather off-centered, avant-garde shirt. Wade laughed quietly before stepping forward and unbuttoning his shirt. Peter’s breath hitched slightly as Wade’s scarred fingers brushed his bare chest.

“Thank you.” He said quietly.

“You’re welcome.” Wade answered, just as quietly.

With his shirt re-buttoned, he glanced around the forest, taking in the sight for what was probably the last time. When he finally looked back at Wade, there was a wistfulness in his eyes.

“I suppose this is goodbye?” The way Wade said it was more of a question. More of a plea.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Peter answered, smiling softly. “I was just thinking, we burned some serious calories last night, and I could do with a taco, or like… ten.”

Wade’s face lit up like Christmas.

“I love tacos.”