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Germany approaches the two nations and demands an explanation for their absence from the meeting. Scotland simply grins and pulls England closer to him, wrapping his arms around him possessively, to Germany's annoyance.
England, however, steps forward and clears his throat, "I apologize for our tardiness, Germany. We got sidetracked with a little... private matter that required our attention."
Germany looks at them incredulously, not sure if England is joking or if he's serious. Seeing the serious look on his face, Germany simply shakes his head and tells them to get to their seats so they can finish the meeting.
As they take their seats, Scotland leans over and whispers into England's ear, "That was quite the adventure, don't you think? Maybe we should do it again sometime."
England blushes and playfully swats Scotland's arm, "Shut up, you daft git. Just because we got away with it this time doesn't mean we should make a habit of it."
They both chuckle softly, knowing that they'll always have this little secret between them.
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sheldon cooper x reader??? thanks 😍
my first request!!! hope you like it :)
girl from the train station
"WAIT!" sheldon's voice called at the train that had just driven off. oh he was so screwed. his mom would be so mad; this had definitely put him off breaking rules for life.
he sighed and looked round to see if there was anyone he could ask for help. then he realised he was in germany, of course there wouldn't be many people that could help him! his german was good, but it could only take him so far.
"hey, are you okay?" your voice interrupted him from his thoughts. he looked up to see you, standing in front of him, a sympathetic smile on your face.
"hallo-." sheldon begins in german but you cut him off.
"i speak english, i'm here visiting family." you chuckle. sheldon finds himself smiling slightly as well, but quickly stops.
"oh well.. i'm definitely not okay, i just missed my train in a foreign country and my mom's going to kill me because she thinks i'm at the library." sheldon says, in a panicked tone.
"calm down," you say comfortingly, "i think my mom can help you get home."
"really? that would be wonderful." sheldon breathes out a sigh of relief.
"yeah.. i'm y/n. by the way. nice to meet you." you hold out your hand for him to shake.
"sheldon." he looks at your outstretched hand, and reluctantly shakes it.
you give him a confused look.
"sorry i don't really like physical contact, no offence but i don't know what germs you have." he states, matter-of-factly.
surprisingly, you laugh. "fair enough."
sheldon smiles slightly back. you seemed a nice enough girl, he felt like he could trust you.
"right, you're in luck, we just dropped my dad and brother off here, so we'll be able to take you back to your mom." you say, and lead him to where he had just bought that damn strudel that made him miss his train in the first place.
"mom" you approach a woman that looked like an older version of you, "sheldon missed his train home and has no way of getting back!"
"now now honey calm down." your mom says then turns to look at sheldon, "do you know where you're staying?"
sheldon nods and tells her where he's staying.
"oh, that's right around the corner from my parents, that'll be easy then, you can come with us if you'd like." your mom smiles at him.
"i.. would like that." sheldon nods.
"great!" you cheer. sheldon looks at you. although you weren't his type of person (then again, who was?), he found you endearing.
"let's go then!" you say, and the three of you walk to your mom's car.
"would you like to sit up front sheldon? i'm feeling generous." you smile at him.
"no thank you, it's statistically safer in the back." he says, but then sees your face drop a little. "thank you though." he adds, and smiles at you.
"that's fine, i'll keep you company." you take a seat beside sheldon in the back.
your mom starts the car, and then you were on your way back to sheldon's hotel.
"so where are you from sheldon?" you ask, wanting to find some things out about him.
"medford, texas. what about you?" he nods.
"nice, i'm from (insert place here)." you respond.
"how come you're in germany anyway, sounds like a long way from home?" you chuckle.
"i'm here at grad school." sheldon responds.
"grad school?! wow you must be a genius." your eyes widen.
sheldon sees your reaction and chuckles.
"i am, i started college at 11." he subtly brags.
"11?? woah!" unlike many other kids his age, you seemed impressed and in awe of him. he liked that.
"yeah." sheldon says.
"i wish i was as smart as you." you look at him.
"it's just a natural gift." he responds. "i'm sure you're good at other things that i'm not. for example sports."
you giggle. "maybe i am. then."
for the rest of the car journey, you and sheldon talked about yourselves. sheldon learnt you came to germany quite a lot because your grandparents lived here, you had an older brother who annoyed the living hell out of you (he could relate) and you were a swimmer. he found himself quite enjoying talking to you, and was quite sorry when he arrived back to his hotel.
"here we are, it's been a pleasure driving you home sheldon." your mom speaks up from the front.
"thank you so much for driving me." he smiles politely.
"mom, please can i walk sheldon in!" you beg.
"alright, but don't be too long." she smiles fondly at you.
"come on." you say to sheldon who thanks your mom again and you walk up to his shared room.
you reach to a stop outside of his door and sigh.
"well.. it was nice meeting you sheldon." you smile sadly at him.
"and you. i had a great time talking to you in the car." he smiles back.
"yeah uhh.. maybe i could give you my number, in case you'd want to talk again..? you can tell me more about your string theory." you feel your face heat up and look down.
sheldon's eyes widen "uhh yeah okay." he surprises himself.
"here." you take hold of his hand and write your number on it, using a pen from you pocket.
"i'll call you." he nods. "well goodbye y/n.."
"bye sheldon." you reply and before he can stop you, you place a quick kiss on his cheek and walk off.
sheldon brought his hand to his cheek, open-mouthed. first, he lied to his mom, then he snuck out, and now he had just been kissed by a girl!
maybe today hadn't been so bad after all.
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Occupied
Prologue
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chapter 1
You stroll into the small diner as if you have been there hundreds of times, due to the fact because you have. It is your first and only choice of a lunch date location with your dear friend, Eliza. You would say it is because it’s because it has the best food and the desserts are to die for, but it’s really because of how affordable it is. Despite the food being subpar, the diner is still very cozy and the waitstaff is friendly whenever you dine there. The place isn’t very busy today, with only an elderly couple and a young lady studying in the right corner being the other people.
You hardly need to scan the room before you see her in the far left corner, sipping quietly on her latte. You grin at the sight of the back of her unruly blonde hair and as quietly as possible, creep over to her. As you get closer you notice she has her headphones on, blinding her to any noise approaching her.
Perfect.
A hand quickly grasps her shoulder and she curses loudly, accidentally spilling a bit of her drink onto the table.
“Shit! Why! Why did you do that?”
You giggle and slide into the booth across from her, grabbing napkins and cleaning as you go.
“You make it easy,” you respond nonchalantly.
“No, you’re just a fucking ninja.”
“I don’t need to be a ninja to sneak up on someone who is making themselves deaf.” You respond eyebrow raised. She rolls her eyes and shrugs off her headphones. “So, what did you want to tell me about?” you question.
“What, no greetings? Hi, how are you, my darling friend?”
“I think we are beyond that point if we’re being honest. Besides, we were on the phone on my drive over here.”
“What I wanted to talk to you about was-“
Moving on then, I see.
“-you do not have to pay rent during your trip next week.”
You pause, interest immediately piqued. This could go one of two ways. One, the most probable answer, she has come up with one of her outlandish plans that we both know hold no real meaning to them, just to entertain you. Or, there’s a small chance it could be option two. She actually has found a valid, soundproof way to save you hundreds on hotel fees.
“… I’m listening.”
“I knew you would be,” She quips with a cheeky smile. “So you know my totally loser brother? The one who lives in England?”
Ah, yes. Adam. Her weirdo brother who chose to make bombs as a career. Not the most friendly or stable man you’ve met, but hey family is family.
“Don’t tell me you want me to stay with him. I think I would rather get shot down in a plane than have to converse with him for longer than an hour.” You groan and rest your face into your hands.
“Nooo, I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemies. Yuck. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, he’s going out of the country for a month or so, to Germany. Sooo…?”
“...So? I don’t see how this correlates.”
“Seriously?! You can stay at his place while he’s gone. Duh!”
“Hmmm… no.”
“Wha- no!? You can’t just say no! I already told him you would.“ Eliza starts raising her voice, accidentally attracting the attention of the student in the other corner. The lovely elderly couple either don’t notice or don’t seem to mind.
“Why in the WORLD would you do that? And lower your voice!”
“Because he wanted me to house-sit for him, and what’s the difference between me and you sitting in an empty cabin for a few weeks? Plus, not only is it not costing you money, you get PAID to stay there.”
Damn. She’s got you there. You sigh and rub your temples, feeling a migraine coming on.
“Okay, let me get this straight. I can just fly over there, live in your brother's cabin for up to a MONTH, for FREE, and get paid to do it. But he thinks it’s you staying there?”
“Yeah, but I mean a body’s a body,” she shrugs.
“Huh. I don’t know, Liz. This feels weird. “
“It’s not weird, I swear. I wouldn’t put you in a weird situation and we both know it. “
She does have a point, but you can’t shake the feeling that something unexpected is going to occur during your stay. Still, that could just be the nerves getting to you. This could be a really fun opportunity! You get to lay back and enjoy the nice open countryside, all by your lonesome.
“Okay, say it hypothetically agree. Where would I get a key to his place?” you question. “It seems suspicious to ask him to copy a key for me to use.”
“Just use mine. I had one made during my last stay, I’m pretty sure he knows about it. Like, 87 percent sure.”
You sigh. You can’t comprehend that she had a plan that made logical sense, let alone convinced you to go along with it.
“Okay. I’ll stay there.”
Yes! Let’s fucking go! We are going somewhere nice to dinner with the house-sitting money, by the way. “
You just smile and shake your head in return.
———
The day of your trip finally arrives and everything is going relatively smoothly. Although you about had 5 heart attacks every time you couldn’t feel your passport in your pocket, you landed in one piece. The flight was long and boring, but you had Chappell Roan and Podcasts downloaded to listen to. The drunk guy sitting next to you did end up spilling water on you, of course. Just your luck.
Nonetheless, your mood was sky-high. Months of planning and preparation have gone into this, and it better be everything you expected and more. Or else some tea is going in the damn harbor. You decided against using transport services mainly because of how remote Adam’s cabin was, it would be extremely tedious just to get a ride to go grocery shopping. Instead, you went with renting a vehicle. Sure, you initially entered the wrong side of the car and almost caused an accident or two, but hey! Nobody’s perfect.
You finally, FINALLY, pull into the small gravel driveway. There are hardly any neighbors around, the closest probably being a mile or two away, so you don’t feel self-conscious about your parking job. You inspect the cabin as you heave your luggage out of the car and onto the front porch.
It was a fairly large log cabin with a second story and a garden in the back. There were hardly any cobwebs on the porch, and the cabin looked well taken care of. The garden seemed to have a selection of different vegetables, but not any flowers. Figures, Adam was the kind to say taking care of flowers was a waste of time and energy. As you put Eliza’s spare key into the door knob, you felt a rush of excitement. You couldn’t wait to just do whatever you want for a few weeks. You turn the key and push the door open.
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I hope this night never ends pt.2
Not even ten seconds later, the tall boy with the messed-up hair from earlier reappeared and smoothly placed himself next to you...
"Great friend you've got there," you just brushed off his comment with a dry laugh.
"I've heard you are from Germany, huh? (If you're not fine with that, just think of another country. Just make sure to have a different song in a different language in mind <3) Got any music you want to listen to? It's still my party, and I would be honored to fulfill your song wish." He really is such a flirt. His ego could be felt from miles away, and if anyone else ever looked at you with such an awful smirk, you would have run away. But for him, everything he did seemed to make you want to get to know him even more.
All those flaws made him somehow more magnetic.
Not answering, you took his hand and dragged him through the living room, in the general direction of where you assumed the boxes were. Stopping in front of the rather small stereo system, you bluntly stepped on your tiptoes and moved your head next to his ear. "Your phone, please," you whispered, supporting your body with your arms on each of his shoulders.
With a hypnotized smile, he handed over his phone, and you searched for the specific song. It wasn't even one of your favorites, and it sure wouldn't fit the 'American high school party' vibe, but it just felt right.
As soon as the title popped up on the screen, adrenaline made its way through your body, and with excitement, you pressed play. Hesitantly, he placed your hands on his shoulders again, mumbling "May I have this dance?" more to himself than to you.
What a dork.
But a cute dork.
The intro hitting your earbuds, you moved your hands up to his hair, messing it up even more. "I like your hair. The messy look really suits you," you smiled. That damn boy got you talking about his hair just to get any kind of conversation going. "Says you, princess," his smirk never leaving his lips. "You're the pretty one of us two."
One hand, which previously rested on your lower back, slowly, almost scared to ruin the moment, made its way to your cheek, softly moving a strand of hair behind your ear. Interrupted by 'Bonez MC's voice, you pulled him to the dance floor, aka the space right between the couch and the TV in his living room.
The rhythm starting to get through you, you both moved in sync to the music. As the chorus started, you just went with the flow and nearly yelled the lyrics into Rodrick's surprised face.
Maybe it was the drink Brittany got you earlier, or you just missed hearing your mother language, but no matter what, you enjoyed yourself. Maybe coming here was a good idea after all.
Rodrick, for a second mesmerized by you, started spinning you around and occasionally pulling you close, taking in your scent. You both were breathless as the song ended, his hands securely around your waist and your hands around his neck. "That song was awful," he chuckled."I know, right?" you laughed along. "But still, thanks for playing it even though it sucks. I really missed this feeling."
After some shared silence and a random pop song playing in the background, he loosened his grip around you, took your hand, and pulled you upstairs into his room. Sure, it was messy, but at least it was quieter than downstairs.
"So," he began, again his hands creeping around your waist. "You seem cool." You could literally see him face-palming himself in his mind for his choice of words. "Wait, no—that sounds weird. Like, I mean, you seem nice and stuff—I would like to hang out sometime. Not in a weird way, of course, but not that I wouldn't—oh, fuck, I really messed it up, didn't I?"
Chuckling, you took both of his hands in yours. "Sure, hanging out seems cool."
"I hope this night never ends."
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Still in love with your lies - part 2/4
◗ A/N: Hi dearies!💕 .As I said,I have no idea what I'm writing, forgive me. This is totally in Narrator's POV compared to the 1st part. I still hope you'll may like this. ❤ Take care and much love! 💝💫 ◗ Warning : angst, violence, swearing ◗ little note: if you haven't checked out yet, see these links before reading 🔗 brief character profile (still, I've included the profile photos below to understand the story) 🔗part1
Character profile:
2 days later
Location : FBI headquarters, Germany
When MC signed up for the mission, she was instructed to 'arrest, investigate and not supposed to kill the hacker'. But the encrypted email that MC received was unexpected.
From Agent E3(Evelyn) ,
This is to inform team leader M7(mc) that the mission '01040-jake' will be further proceeded by Section 3 team, as initially planned. We appreciate on behalf of our whole FBI committee for the hardwork of you and your team. Henceforth,you need not investigate nor participate regarding Criminal:Jake's case. The next primary mission put forth for your team is continuing the 'Jennifer-3 guilty' case by aiding the police, incognito. The 2nd task is top notch secret, that will be discussed in person.I have passed on the message as per Agent Vampire's command. Delete this at once after reading.
Agent MC was at her limit.She couldn't tolerate all that she had done until now weren't part of the plan. Because the real plan was hidden and will be executed without her involvement.
The first thing she did was yell at her subordinate after she had entered her team's discussion room. "You knew all of it, right? ", she shrieked.
"Woah! Woah! Are you already back to work? MC! You should have taken more rest! ", Agent Frederick exclaimed.
"So, you did know,huh? Great. I appreciate your loyalty towards me. What's next? Kill the hacker? Is it today.or.tomorrow? What makes you all think that he is so dangerous? or.. Have you closed his chapter, already?. Why the extreme silence? Finding reasons to apologize? What the…Answer me you fuxxing snake!", her anger raised fast as a lightning, for each question.
"Why are you blaming me, MC ? I did what the head and R3(Reynold) told.You better calm down.No one is killing anyone.", Frederick said nonchalantly.
"F7(Frederick) ! I heard you, so damn well! ", she scowled. " You said you'll make Jake pay for whatever he did. "
"Agent M7,calm down for a minute,please.Let's sit down and talk. I'll make sure to call our other 2 members too", Agent Natalie aka N7 tried to stop the commotion between them before it gets too late.
"Yeah, I said. But I didn't mean it", Frerdrick shrugged.
MC snatched the bottle of water he was about to drink and flinged it afar. " Really? Good to know. Oh,I also heard you calling me 'my girl'. "
"I meant that, MC.No..wait..Let me..Why..why don't we listen to N7(Natalie) ? . Let's sit and talk, shall we? ", he said trembling.
" I don't have time lurking around like you, Frederick. Put a full stop to your idiocity is all that I request from you." She took his hand and patted it gently. "Just how many times should I say 'NO' to you? Would you like another practical demonstration of it?", she snickered.
"Umm…Agent M7, sorry to interrupt but , since you're here , why don't you train our intern? ", Natalie reported. " That was the mission assigned for you by Agent Reynold, in case if you were discharged from hospital today".
She pulled her hand away from his. "An intern, at this time of the year? ", she inquired. " Ah, so the guy waiting outside is him. Okay N7(Natalie) . I also have to meet Reynold after that."
"Sure,Agent M7.Go ahead", Natalie said handing over the intern's bio to MC.
MC walked out and assisted the newbie with his first task. She then made her way to meet Agent Reynold aka R3,leader of Section 3.
" Whew. She's furious as ever", Frederick sulked.
"You should be thankful that I saved you. Urgh, what you've done is pissing off me too, Frederick.", Natalie let out a huge breath. " And , don't forget to clear up the mess", she pointed at the wet floor and then at an empty paper. "Write a letter of apology, if you wish not to make anything more worse. "
_At Section 3 leader's office_
"Hey! How are you doing? ", Agent Reynold smiled and welcomed on seeing MC.
" You could have atleast told me", she frowned.
There was a brief silence.
"MC, that hacker killed his own mother", he said rubbing the back of his neck. " He is very well capable of turning the tables against us. "
"So,I am not that capable of handling him. Is that what you are all trying to say?",she asked as calm as she could.
"No! Eugene wanted you to handle another crucial case after this deadline!.More importantly, we didn't expect you to get hospitalized. So he immediately gave it to us without confronting you", he said.
He raised from his seat and stood in front of her,mumbling a 'sorry'. He then took a folded paper from his pocket and showed it to her.
It was an encrypted message. She scrutinized it and took a step back. "You got the head's approval for me?"
"Yep! , you can continue Jake's case.I know how much you were looking forward to accomplish this task from day 1.He's in the investigation room 306.Now go ,agent Key", he chuckled.
" This won't suffice.Treat me a dinner too,brother ", she smiled back and hugged him sideways.
" Haha. I will. Goodbye Y/N", he uttered her real name softly and saw her disappearing from his sight as the door closed.
'Fine, let's commence our mission', she thought to herself but she was surprised to see the intern running towards her.
"I finished writing the report, agent M7! ", Oliver panted.
" Well done, Agent O7(Oliver)! . I'm sorry that I left you half way . Wait in my office. I'll be back in an hour. "
He saluted flashing a smile, and ran back with the same speed.
.・゜-: ✧ :-To be continued-: ✧ :-゜・.
Edit: part 3 here
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hunter x hunter (eren jaeger)
↯ pairing: eren jaeger x reader
↯ genre and warnings: modern au, established relationship/boyfriend au, gamer/streamer eren for the win, he’s a little bit of a himbo but he’s cute and he’s trying his best okay
↯ summary: you’ve been stuck on finding a name for your new rescue puppy for a few days now, when you decide to name him after your lovely boyfriend. it’s too bad he doesn’t get your reference. (yes, i know i called it hunter x hunter which is a completely different anime but that’s the joke, you’ll get it as you read, hopefully).
↯ notes: i know technically eren isn’t (confirmed? officially?) german, but just roll with it for me hehe; also, welcome to the first part of my living with pets series, featuring eren and his and your new favorite german shepherd husky mix.
When you walk into Eren and Armin’s shared apartment, you can hear the former in his room, talking loudly to who you presume to be his current virtual audience.
You don’t see any signs of Armin’s shoes at the door, indicating that he’s likely not home at the moment, which you’re silently thankful for. Not because you don’t like the blonde, but because your new, tiny, puppy seems to like him, and his favorite trainers a little too much—poor Armin now only had the left foot of his Adidas Superstars to his name.
Carefully, and away from the other shoes near the entrance, you let the pup down onto the floor, his small feet padding in place on the hardwood, before going to snuff out Eren. You chuckle to yourself; you’ve only had the puppy for a little over two weeks, but both he and Eren have formed a mutual attachment towards each other. Well, you suppose you can’t blame the dog, he was technically in Eren’s care first, seeing as Eren gifted him to you for your birthday.
Eren had told you the dog was a rescue, born prematurely on a farm a few hours away, and had had his left back leg fractured when one of the walls of a pig pen had unfortunately collapsed on him. He’s has surgery since, and is in the final stages of his recovery, injury almost undetectable now; but when Eren saw the poor pup at a shelter a few weeks ago, he claimed he knew it would be love at first sight for you.
“Ah, there’s my best boy!” you hear Eren’s elated voice from the room over.
Sometimes, you wonder if the dog really was a present for you, or secretly for him, too. Eren makes his appearance after, trekking out of his room clad in sweatpants and long sleeve tee with your puppy in his arms.
“Hey, sorry, did he interrupt your stream?” you question, meeting his strides halfway to press a kiss to his cheek, “I heard you talking when we came in.”
“Nah, I was recording a video, it’s nothing I can’t edit later,” Eren assures you, turning his head again to sneak a proper kiss on your lips, “Besides this little guy could never interrupt me. Did you need me to watch him?—Because, I can totally take him for the weekend.”
Seriously, you’re almost eighty percent certain the only reason he’s not Eren’s dog is because of the pet-technicalities of his lease. And, well, the pup’s clear fetish for Armin’s sneakers.
“No, I thought maybe you’d like to see your human girlfriend.”
“Aw, baby, it’s not like that,” Eren chuckles at your sarcasm as you roll your eyes, “You know I love you.”
“Clearly,” you drawl, watching as the puppy all but attempts to climb Eren’s shoulders, his front paws resting against his collar as Eren holds him like you would a newborn baby.
But your boyfriend pays you no mind, simply cooing and bouncing away. You’ll admit it’s kind of cute, the way Eren dotes on the dog—or any animal he comes across, really. Still, it was your puppy, now and you’ll be damned if you lose out on puppy cuddles to him.
“Actually, I came here to tell you I finally named him,” you say, reaching out to scratch against his soft fur.
You were at excited when Eren told that since he was so young, neither the farmers, nor the rescue vets had decided on a name, so you had full control; but you had to admit, there was a bit of pressure to find the perfect name. Until a few days ago, when it finally hit you.
“His name is Hunter,” you tell him, smiling as the dog’s ears perk slightly as his name leaves your mouth. You were worried he wouldn’t take to it well, but he seemed to be a fast learner. “It said on his papers he was bred to be a hunter companion dog, so I thought it was fitting.”
“That’s cute,” Eren smiles, supporting Hunter from his belly to hold him up and above his face, “Hi Hunter. You’re still my best boy, but now you’ve got an official name.”
The pup barks, almost ceremoniously, as if he understood Eren’s words. With the way these two are stuck to each other, Hunter probably did.
“Yeah, that, and because, he reminds me of you, so I figured he should have a name to match. Plus, he’s half german shepherd,” you elaborate, brushing his tiny paws between your fingers as Eren brings Hunter back to his chest for more pets, “I know technically that would make his name Hunter Hunter if he has your last name, but I still think it sounds cute.”
Eren pauses, eyebrows crinkling together as he processes your words. “Huh? My name isn’t Hunter, though?”
“Well, yeah, I know,” you wave him off, crouching slightly for the pup to lick at your cheek. Hunter shifts his posture so that now he’s basically sitting in Eren’s crossed arms, perfectly content with the affection he’s giving and receiving, “That’s why I said technically, babe.”
But Eren still stands confused. “What—Technically, what? I don’t get it.”
You pause, straightening your knees to look up at Eren. You’d thought he was just pulling at your leg with his earlier comment about his name, but one look into those green eyes and you knew he was dead serious. And thoroughly confused.
“I—I mean, because of your last name,” you say, “Not your first name.”
Eren’s knitted eyebrows grow closer together. “But… my last name is Jaeger.”
You blink again, looking into his eyes, then down to Hunter, then back up at him. Dear god.
“Eren, sweetie, look at me,” you reach a hand out, squishing his cheeks between your thumb and index finger, “What are you?”
“Huh? What do you—”
“Your ethnicity, babe. Where you are from—where were you born?”
“Oh, um,” Eren thinks before replying, “Germany.”
“Right,” you nod slowly, “And you understand that Hunter is half german shepherd, correct?”
“Yeah, but, then why didn’t you—”
“Hush, don’t worry, you’ll get there,” you silence him by squish his cheeks further, before continuing, “And you speak German, too, right babe?”
“Well, yeah. Remember, you think it’s sexy when I—”
“I think it’d be sexy if you understood what I was saying,” you interrupt him, squishing his cheeks again, “Now, what does your name translate to in English from German?”
Eren takes a minute to ponder that, exaggerating his already smushed lips with a pout. “Hm, um, well, Eren doesn’t mean anything, I think? Or anything easy translate—honestly, I don’t think it’s German, it might be Hungarian? Or Turkish, maybe? I should probably ask my mum—”
“Sweetheart, your last name.”
“Oh!” he exclaims, “Jaeger?”
“Yes, Jaeger.” Finally.
Eren pulls his lips into a line as best he can when you take your hand off of his face. “Oh, well that means hunter, I’m pretty sure. There’s another german word that sounds pretty similar, jä—Oh! Oh! Oh, wait babe I just got it! You named him Jaeger, but Hunter, so his name is technically Hunter Jaeger, which is also Jaeger Jaeger and Hunter Hunter!”
Eren could pass as the hyperactive puppy with his wide eyes and the way he’s almost bouncing off the walls at his revelation.
“Babe that’s genius!” he praises you, “And super cute—you’re so cute, you know that. Hunter’s the perfect name and—oh! and he’s half german shepherd, it’s like it was meant to be!”
You stare at him, deadpan, as he smothers Hunter with more hugs and kisses, exclaiming about the puppy’s “brilliant” new name, and how he’s now even more of the best boy Eren’s ever seen. Eren’s ecstatic at this point, holding the puppy with just one hand, as he all but sprints back to his room, “I gotta tell all my subscribers!”
You sigh, a begrudgingly fond look on your face as Eren disappears down the hall. Poor Hunter; you’re pretty certain a good number of Eren’s subscribers flock to his videos for his looks, anyway—not that he’s not a good gamer, or an entertaining streamer, but well, you’re not blind, or naive—throwing a dog into the mix is only guaranteed more views and likes.
You hear Eren starts to record his signature introduction, but he stops halfway because a bark from Hunter interrupts him. “Come on, little Jaeger, you have to work with me here,” Eren whines loudly, before starting over.
You shake your head with a smile. “You’re so lucky you’re cute, Eren.”
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Alone Time- Germany(NSFW) one-shot
IT’S FINALLY HERE, MY FIRST ONE SHOT ON THIS BLOG, To the angel that requested it, I’m sorry it took so long, I hope you love it. I tried my best to keep it gender neutral as possible. So tell if there are any slip ups (specifically with pronouns).
anyways, here are the warnings
Pet-play(she was on a leash), Boot licking, Oral sex (reader giving), Germany being hot, and bad writing.
Status: Unedited
“Stop it, Ludwig,” I say, feeling my boyfriend's lips on my neck. “I'm trying to cook.”
“I'm not doing anything, just relax.” and me, being the idiot I am, I listened. I tried my best to focus on not burning the pancakes in front of me, but Ludwig was making this the most difficult task in the world. I feel his cold hands slowly begin to caress up my waist, and under my (his) shirt. He reaches over my shoulder and turns off the stove. He begins to bite my shoulder. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Ludwig starts to rub up my thighs, I bite my lip, in anticipation. He slowly inches his hands closer to my core. He begins to slide my underwear to the side, I feel his finger start to enter my.
“Ass face, I need powdered sugar.” Monika’s (nyo!Germany) voice rings through the house. I hear the front door slam and turn around to see Ludwig, eyes wide, and cheeks red. He Immediately removes his hands from me, and goes upstairs. Great, now I'm horny with a half cooked pancake.
It’s been a week since Ludwig’s sister caught us in a less than decent position, and he hasn’t laid a hand on me since “You need to get over your weird paranoia, no one is gonna walk in.” I say crawling towards him, leash around my neck. There’s no way he could resist me like this, I'm practically the perfect puppy. He looked right at me, and turned right back to his laptop. My eyes were saucers, at this point. I stared at him in awe. He completely ignored me. I see my boyfriend's eyes look in my direction.
“Don't give me that look.” he says, my face twisted into a confused look. “Stop it.” Ludwig commands.
“I don’t know what you're talking about.” He gives me a stern look and I begin to catch on. Slowly I start to crawl towards my boyfriend, tongue out, eyes wide.
“Sit.” I stop dead in my tracks, look at him, cocking my head to the side. “Stop, I'm working.” I bite my lip and whimper. He takes a deep breath and continues to type. I continue crawling forward. “I said stop!” he said, his jaw tense.
“But master,” I pause, “I've been so good.” Without hesitation, he grabs the leash and yanks me in his direction.
“I've spoken to you about talking back, haven’t I?” he questions, his voice lowering. I nod in response. “Then what exactly am I gonna do about that mouth of yours?” he asks while he pinches my cheek. Despite the way it was phrased it wasn't much of a question.
Ludwig unzips his pants and takes his length out, he grabs the back of my head, and not so gently places my mouth around his cock.
“HEY WEST!” The obnoxious sound of my boyfriend's older brother, Gilbert’s, voice fills the home office. I'm immediately yanked off of my boyfriend's cock by my hair. “I don't remember what I came in here for, but mine is way bigger.” and before I knew it, we were both being kicked out. Joke’s on him, I could hear his porn through the door, that he had the nerve to lock me out of.
At this point, Ludwig’s refusing to even glance in my direction, and doesn’t seem to like the idea of taking back the keys he gave to his siblings, so once again, I'm forced to take matters into my own hands. I wait for him to come home, on the couch, in nothing but a collar and pink thong, this has to work or I might actually explode.
I hear the lock on the front door turn, and I perk up, “Hey, Ludwig, how was work?” I greet him casually
“Oh, it was fi-” he cuts himself off upon seeing me, I can't but feel proud of myself for triggering this reaction from him. I look up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I cock my head to the side. “Long day?” Ludwig can’t seem to find words. “If so, I know what you need.” I say guiding him to the couch. “A good ol’ fashion boot cleaning.” I state lowering myself onto my knees.
“No, I'm okay.” My boyfriend says in retaliation.
“D-did he just say no?” I think to myself. I'm pretty sure my jaw literally hit the floor.
“Would you prefer a foot rest?” I ask, switching my position to my hands and knees. He stays silent and doesn’t move an inch, it’s like he’s frozen. “Welp, I guess boot cleaning it is.” I state lowering my face to the boots in question. I start by licking up the side, my tongue only grazing the rubber sole. I make my way to the steel toe, and just as I'm getting to my favorite part.
“HEY BROHAUS, I'M GOING THE STORE, YOU WANT SOM- OH!”
“GODDAMMIT JJ!” I shout in frustration.
“You're just gonna let her talk to your big sister like that.” JJ says, sitting on the chair, in the living room like she didn't interrupt us. Ludwig looks as if he’s frozen. “Damn Luddy, you’ve kinda disappointed me here, you gotta make her lick it like she means it.” Ludwig doesn't say anything in response to his sister just lowers his head in shame. “If she doesn't, what's the point?” his sister continues.
“Umm..” I begin but I can't figure what I could possibly say in this situation.
“Anyways, do you need anything from the store?” JJ offers with a smile. I'm in absolute shock by her nonchalant nature.
“Just some milk.” Ludwig says, eyes still on his lap.
“No problem, baby.” She says in an endearing, motherly tone (no one has ever confused me more than this woman has at this moment), getting up to pinch her baby brother's cheeks. Her demeanor immediately changes to her regular, obnoxious one, as she exits through the front door. “DON'T FORGET TO CLEAN THE SOLES!” She laughs while closing the door. I stay on the floor stunned at what just happened, as my boyfriend just goes upstairs to take, what I assume to be, a cold shower.
I wake up to hear water running, I quickly get up and make my way to the bathroom, and strip down completely. I hop in behind my unsuspecting boyfriend, and wrap my arms around his torso, I feel him jump slightly.
“What exactly do you think you are doing?” Ludwig questions turning to face me.
“Saving water, I thought it was obvious.” I say a playful tone in my voice. I lower myself onto my knees, to take his half hard cock into my hand, and slowly start to pump.
“Stop, what if somebody co-” I shush him
“Who is going to come in, while your showering?” I say before putting my mouth to good use.
“Well, I suppose your right.” he says, grabbing me by my hair, and bringing my nose to his toned abdomen. I feel myself choke slightly.
“What’s wrong, can't take it, all of sudden.” He chuckles. “Pathetic.” he presses my head down with a firmer grip. “Suck it like you mean it, or don’t suck it all.” I'm suddenly hit with flashbacks of his sister from two weeks ago. I'm not gonna lie, It threw me off a bit.
Ludwig continues to bob my head back and forth on his length, watching me intensely. I feel him start to twitch in my mouth, he tenses and I feel his warm load glide down throat and dribble down my chin.
“GERMAAAAAANYYYYYYY” I hear the voice of Feliciano, Ludwig’s best friend, as I'm met with the cold air, from the curtain being torn open. “Oh hi Y/N, you look awfully pretty today.” I see ludwigs eyes darken from his friend's comment.
“What do you want?” Ludwig says, visually irritated.
“I wanted to know if you had seen my spatual, I used it yesterday and now I can't find it.” Feliciano had said it so fast, I almost didn't understand him.
“Why the hell would I know, YOU DON'T LIVE HERE!” I jumped a little at his sudden increase of volume, it was kinda hot.
“I'm sorry Luddy, I forgot?” I giggle at Feli’s response.
“You mean to tell me you walked all the way to my house, and still didn’t remember you lived somewhere else?” Feliciano just nodded in response to my boyfriend's question. “GET OUT!” and with that, Feli was out the door.
Ludwig reaches over to turn the water off. “Um, what exactly do you think you're doing?” I say and he shoots me a confused look. “You get to finish, and I don’t?” He stops and stands straight up. “I think the fuck not, you trick ass bitch.”
Ludwig sighs, hoisting me up against the wall, and rubbing circles on my clit. “You’re right, that was rude of me.” he says, biting my neck.
“That's quite a subby response, if you ask me.” I say earning me a slap on the ass, the water only amplifying the sting caused from his hand. Thank god, I don’t know what’d I would've done if he left me hanging again.
Up next: Axis with a bratty s/o
Until next time😚
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Cauchemar Lucky Charm
“It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.”
- Miguel de Unamuno
Annyong Haseyo!!!! This is my fic for the Monsters Lab Collab held by @justanawolf I hope you like this fic of mine Ana chan!!! Its the medieval AU. I did some research about some mythical creatures and found this. Please do tell me if something is wrong. Because I am not much familiar with this monster. Sorry for any mistakes because I didn't proof read 😭
Pairing : Oikawa X Reader
Word Count : 1.6K
Genre : Monsters, Medieval AU, witchcraft, angst with happy ending, a little bit of stalking... but it's actually not bad. Trust me.
A/N : Cauchemar is the French name for a creature that appears throughout European stories. Called Mahr in Germany, Ephialtes (“the Leaper”) in Greece and the Nightmare in England, this demon violates something very precious to us: a good night’s sleep. It jumps on the chests of sleeping humans, inflicting pain and crushing the life out of them. (Credit / Source)
Summary : Oikawa gets interrupted when he noticed that something else was causing nightmares to you, when he should be the one causing it. He now needs to find the source of your nightmares but will he be able to not fall in love with you?
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“Ah! A new prey! So adorable!” the brunette smirked devilishly as he placed his both hands on either side of your head. He leaned towards your sleeping form but his smirk faded away as he noticed your tears. He raised an eyebrow with confusion. He didn’t understand why you were crying. He was there to give you nightmares but you were already having one. But he was the only Cauchemar present near you.
He pulled back and clicked his tongue in annoyance. ‘I’ll be the one to make you cry tomorrow’, he thought as he walked towards the window to jump. But fate had other plans.
“Dont leave”, his eyes widened at your words. Were you talking with him? He didn’t understand. He looked back at you and noticed that you were still sleeping. He rolled his eyes and jumped out of the window. “Such a weird human”, he said as talked to his fellow dark haired Cauchemar.
“But who was giving them nightmares?” the latter enquired for which the brown haired man replied, “I don’t know Iwa chan. There was no presence of any other Cauchemar. Never in these 500 years I faced something like this”.
“Yeah... lets find out if someone else is doing such things”, said Iwa as Oikawa nodded. “I’ll definitely find out the one who is doing this", he smirked, "Damn this is going to be fun”
The following night he again walked into your room. There again he saw your sleeping form and tried to sense any presence. But there were no one. ‘Huff... maybe I can finally do my job here’, he thought as he approached you. He sat on the side of your bed and his slender hand brushed the hair from your forehead. He smirked and just when he was about to suck out your life energy, he heard your whimpers again. He was shocked. What was making you cry like this? Who was doing it? Being so confused and pissed he decided to stay by your side the next day. To find the cause of your nightmares.
The day began and you went to your farm just like usual which followed by the visit to the market and selling of vegetables from your farm. Little did you know all this time a certain Cauchemar was following you. The nightmares made you senses a bit weak. You always felt sad and depressed. It’s been nearly a month since you slept peacefully without nightmares haunting you.
As the day went by Oikawa was observing not only you but also your surroundings. Its been a more than a century since he observed a human like this. He was just a normal Cauchemar who would give nightmares to people and took their life energy from them. It was... kinda refreshing to him. A new feeling sprouted in his heart when your sad eyes for the first time smiled looking at your vegetables, the proof of your hardwork. When did he last smile like that? He couldn’t remember but he genuinely felt a new emotion when he looked at you like that.
He caught himself smiling as he looked at you. Which he quickly brushed off and continued to check the source of your nightmares. Then he noticed that you met a boy and started to talk with him. Upon more observation he understood that the latter was another farmer who was your... “Friend”. His 500 years of life experience was good enough to distinguish between real and fake friends.
“Oh my, Im so sorry to hear that Y/N. Like I said before its because you are living alone. Maybe youve attracted a Cauchemar. Please come to my house. I’ve already told you this”, the farmer said for which Oikawa raised his eyebrow.
“Maybe you are... right. I’ll think about your offer. Thanks”, you gave a weak smile to your friend. ‘Maybe he is right. I should really consider this’, you thought.
After that you reluctantly returned to your house but this time your Cauchemar didn’t follow you back. Instead he had another plan under his sleeve. He silently walked behind your farmer friend. As Oikawa expected your farmer “Friend” took out a box from under his bed and opened it. Just when he was about to mix a strawdoll with some weird salts, Oikawa stopped him by grabbing his wrist.
The latters eyes widened at the sudden appearance of another man infront of him in his house. He could swear he didn’t see anyone in the room when he entered.
“Ah, so this is all your doing? So to try wooing Y/N, this was your best plan? This cheap witchcraft”, Oikawa said as he pulled the box towards him and smirked. His eyes darkened, “Maybe you need to taste your own medicine now. You dared to meddle with a Cauchemar’s business. You should suffer now”, he smiled wickedly making the latter shiver in fear as the farmer slept and suffered with disturbing nightmares.
Oikawa exited the house and walked towards yours. ‘How could I not think about witch craft?’, he thought as he then chucked, ‘Maybe I am getting old already’.
As he entered your room, he saw you sleeping peacefully on your bed. He smirked and sat on your bed. “Ah... so much work for me because of you. You can thank me because I saved you from that jerk. HE will never ever look at you again”, he said as he brushed the hair from your face and leaned in. “Now its my turn to shine”, he muttered as he almost started to suck your life force. But to his surprise, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He pulled back as he placed his hands on his head with annoyance. He felt something for you that he shouldn’t feel. Especially towards a human. He looked at your sleeping face and it looked like its been a horrible long time since you had a good sleep. He clicked his tongue in irritation and jumped out of your window. ‘I should’ve never seen you’, he thought as he decided to never see you again.
But he failed. He couldn’t stop from checking up on you. In the beginning he was just trying to make excuses to himself to see you. But as days went on, he knew it was all because he had feelings for you. ‘I cant even talk to Iwa chan about these feelings Im facing’, he thought as he looked at you with a smile on his face.
Oikawa never interfered with your dreams. All he did was to sit on the roof of your house at night. From preventing any intruders coming into your beloved farm. This led him to stop taking care f himself. He stopped taking life force from humans. Resulting him to losing his strength.
You didn’t knew but he was your lucky charm and bodyguard. Your farm was always safe without any thieves. Your sales were good. Your nightmares stopped. But as more time went on you could see a brunette in your dreams. You didn’t knew who he was but he was deadly gorgeous and lovely. But you could only see him from afar. He was always surrounded by people. He was unreachable yet your heart yearned for him. Even when you woke up, you couldn’t stop thinking about the brunette.
One day as you returned home you eyes spotted the same brunette from your dreams, now standing infront of your house. Your eyes widened and your heart started to beat faster as you looked at him. His eyes widened as he noticed that you were looking at him. Wasnt he supposed to be invisible? Then he suddenly felt a pressure on his chest which made him to stumble forward. Your instincts made you to catch him before he could fall.
“Hey are you alright?”, you enquired for which he gave you a weak smile and nodded. He stood up straight and thanked you.
Oikawa coughed blood as he reached the forest. He dropped on his knees and noticed how his skin was becoming paler than before and his vision was getting blurry. He fell onto the green grass and thought about your smile for the last time.
“Thanks. I... I guess its time for me”, he said as he waved to you which you didn’t understand. He continued and said, “I... I love you Y/N”, your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t expect a sudden confession out of no where. “It must be weird that a stranger like mw is telling this to you. But... I don’t know if I can even get this chance again. I’ll leave now”, he gave you a sad smile and turned around. “Wait!”, you called out but he was gone within a second. You were concerned about the stranger.
But as he left, you couldn't help but to feel like he really was unapproachable. Just like in the dreams. Your tears couldn’t stop flowing out from your eyes.
XOXOXOXO (500 years later)
You woke up and got ready. It was Sunday but the volleyball practice was being held and as the manager of the Aoba Johsai you had to be with the team. You loved the team so you felt happy to be of any help to them and... also your Captain boyfriend Oikawa tooru. Even though you both didn’t knew each other much you both felt a strange connection with each other from the first day you met. He seemed unapproachable but he wasn’t. From the time you became the manager, you felt like he was a lucky charm to you. His smile popped up in your head as you snickered and walked out of your house.
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The best Christmas cookies
pairing: Bucky x reader
summary: you promised Peter to bake some Christmas cookies and Bucky wants to help.
warnings: none. again pure fluff.
wordcount: 1300 +
I know, Christmas time is almost over. at least here. but I had this one almost ready just no time to actually finish it. I hope you like it. 💕
The sun softly hit your face as you slowly woke up. Bucky next to you was still fast asleep, as usual. Since the two of you were sleeping in the same bed, Bucky did sleep better. Which made you happy.
His arm was tightly wrapped around your body as he held you close. You tried as careful as possible to wiggle out of his tight grip without waking him. But as soon as you moved he grunted and held you closer. „Don’t“ he mumbled still half asleep. He snuggled up again and took a deep breath, taking in your smell. „Lets just stay a here today!“
You smiled softly as you turned around his arms to face him. He looked so adorable with his eyes still closed and his nose scrunched. He made a pouty face at you and hoped he’d get his way like this. And he probably would if you didn’t had something planned for the day.
„C’mon on babe“ you said and stroked his face lightly. „I promised!“
Bucky groaned again and turned on his back, still holding you close. „I swear this little Spider-boy… one day!“
You laughed and shook your head as you rolled your eyes at him. He didn’t have to see this to know that you’d do that. You leaned in and kissed him slowly. His arms wrapped around your body and held you as close as possible. „I love you!“ He mumbled against your lips before he kissed you again.
A knock on the door interrupted your kiss and Bucky sighed almost annoyed that someone had the audacity to interrupt you. And he already knew who it was. He sensed it. „Go away, Spider-boy!“ He yelled which earned him a soft slap on his chest from you.
„Don’t be rude!“ You scolded him and rolled your eyes at him again. „Peter, give me a minute. Just wait for me in the kitchen!“ You shouted at Peter before you slowly crawled out of bed. To be honest, as soon as you left you missed the warmth from Bucky and your blanket. „You know you could just come with me!“
Again Bucky groaned and looked at you, taking in your beautiful body. „Spending time with Spiderling? Nah!“ He flopped back down on his back and closed his eyes again. Ever since the events at the airport in Germany Bucky held a small grudge against Peter. It wasn’t like he didn’t like him, everyone liked Peter. But the way he had Bucky pinned down with the spiderwebs was still deep in Buckys head. And the way Peter talked to him that day. That scared Bucky. Teenagers like that scared him.
You threw your shirt at him. „Oh shut up, you like him!“ You said and giggled at his face before you put on another shirt. Nothing too fancy.
„Yeah of course I like him. How can you not like him?“ He asked. „Everyone likes him!“
„See, so c’mon.“ You almost begged him and looked at him with your best puppy dog eyes, knowing damn well that he couldn’t resist you when you looked at him like that.
Bucky sat up and stretched before got out of bed. „Fine. But don’t think that I’ll have fun!“ He said and shook his head.
When you both were dressed and ready, you made your way over to the kitchen were Peter was already waiting for you to come. He was happily smiling at you, having everything ready for you guys. It warmed your heart to see Peter this happy because this boy went through enough. You had to admit you were a little angry at Tony for even introducing Peter to this life, but not meeting Peter would’ve been even worse. So you did everything in your power to make him happy. And you knew that this would make him happy.
„First things first“ you said and grinned at Peter. „We need the right music to get in the right mood. Especially Grumpy Cat over here!“ You pointed at Bucky and laughed softly. Peter snickered as well as he looked at Bucky.
Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes as he sat down.
„Friday? Play some Christmas music!“ You said and grinned at Bucky before you blew a kiss. „Now we can start!“
You and Peter went to the kitchen counter and got started. Everything you needed was already out, waiting to be used. First you had to make the cookie dough, which was easy. You told Peter, which ingredients you needed and in which order he had to put them in the mixing bowl. Luckily for you, Tony got a KitchenAid. That meant that you didn’t had to use a normal blender to knead the dough.
After you kneaded the dough by hand to get it really smooth, you took some flour and the pastry roller to roll out the dough. „The thinner the better!“ You told Peter while you tried the roll the dough really thin. As soon as you were done, Peter had already picked out some cookie cutters he wanted to use. Much to your surprise, so did Bucky.
Bucky shrugged as you looked at him, with a raised eyebrow. „Yeah, you got me, okay?“ He said and shrugged again. „I love making Christmas cookies. Even if it’s with Spider boy!“
Peter scoffed at him and punched him against his upper arm. „Rude!“
Bucky laughed and nudged Peter with his shoulder. „I was joking, alright? Don’t tell Birdman!“
You couldn’t help but laugh at those two idiots who were fake fighting while they cut out cookies. Both of them looked so satisfied at that moment, nothing to worry about, just making some cookies. This scene made you heart swell, them being this happy, doing normal things. Even though Bucky crashed your plans with Peter, you weren’t mad. Them having fun was better than anything.
Whenever they had a batch ready, you’d pop it in the oven while they went on, cutting out cookies. Cutting out the cookies was actually your favorite part about baking Christmas cookies, but seeing them this happy was even better. And you still could decorate the cookies. Because Bucky and Peter made so many cookies and didn’t stop. Usually at some point, you put the dough in the freezer for another time but those two used up the whole dough.
„We’re a lot of people here, we need this many cookies!“ Peter tried to reason with you.
Softly smiling at him you shook your head. „You’re unbelievable!“
After they were done with cutting cookie out of the dough, Bucky and Peter cleaned everything up together. Something you thought you’d never see. They even got the table ready to decorate cookies there. Everything you’d needed to make some sugary cookies. Not only had they some icing ready, they even had melted chocolate ready. Impressed you sat down and took some cookies to decorate.
While you tried to make some really pretty cookies with a lot of icing, Bucky and Peter probably created the ugliest cookies you’d ever seen. If that was a contest, you couldn’t say who’s cookies were uglier. Sprinkles, icing and chocolate was everywhere. Even in their hair. You had absolutely no idea how they’d get icing and sprinkles in their hair. You didn’t even wanted to know. Quickly you pulled out your phone and told them to look. Both of them smiled at you to take a picture. You couldn’t believe that this was real. Bucky even had an arm around Peters shoulder and pulled him close for the picture.
Peter smiled at you and kissed your cheek. „Thanks for baking cookies with me!“ He said as he went on decorating some more.
Bucky smiled at you. „Yeah, doll, thanks for baking cookies with us.“ He said softly. „These are the best Christmas cookies ever!“
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What bout Trust, Chapter 15
TITLE: What About Trust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 15 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki owns a bookshop on Midgard. He had to do something there to try and avoid getting any attention. But he’s not fond of having customers, is rather grumpy and guarded. But then he meets a bright, bubbly and trusting young woman who doesn’t recognise him. To his dismay, he finds himself becoming rather fond of the mortal. RATING: M
So many thoughts ran through Cleo’s mind after discovering the truth about Loki.
She had spent most of the evening looking through footage of him from when he had tried to take over Earth. And she’d watched the video of him saving everyone at the park lots too. She couldn’t believe she had never recognised him in the first place. And suddenly a lot of things made a bit more sense.
Her friend, Ethan, was over and trying to console her.
She was so angry, upset, disappointed. Everything moulded into one.
‘He certainly seems like he’s not a villain anymore, but can anyone truly change quite like that?’ Ethan muttered.
‘It’s not… It’s not about what he did in the past. It’s the fact he lied to me. He didn’t tell me who he really was.’ She sighed and tried not to get choked up for the millionth time.
‘I’ve never seen you so upset before, Cleo. I know you love him, why not go speak to him and see what he has to say? Think about it, if you were in his position and did what he did… and you were wanting a new start, maybe you’d lie about your name, too?’
Cleo put her elbows on the table and her head in her hands with a sigh. She couldn’t help it, she started crying again. Her emotions were all over the place.
Ethan moved over and hugged her. ‘Hey, it’s ok. It’s going to be ok.’ He soothed her and rubbed her back softly.
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Thor had nipped out to get some food in for himself and Loki. Well, himself mainly since Loki said he didn’t feel like eating.
‘Loki, there’s someone who was outside that wants to speak to you.’ Thor said and stepped to the side when he entered Loki’s place.
Loki frowned, it was Ethan. Loki had met him once or twice before at some of their friends’ gigs with Cleo.
‘Look, I don’t know what exactly you’ve told Cleo about yourself. How much of it has been true, what hasn’t. But right now, you need to go and speak to her. Go clear things up. She at least deserves an explanation.’ Ethan said to Loki.
‘She’s scared of me. She won’t want anything to do with me.’ Loki said sadly and turned away from him.
Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘Look, I know you’re a God and a Prince. But for the past few months, you’ve just been ordinary Luke to me. So I’m going to carry on seeing you that way. Now you get your ass over to Cleo’s and you damn well give her an explanation as to why you’ve lied to her. Or you will lose her, for good. And she is NOT scared of you, far from it. She’s pissed off and so upset, rightfully so.’ Ethan snapped at him.
Loki was irked at first, how dare a mortal tell him off like that. But when Loki turned around to glare at Ethan, his face softened. He realised he was right.
He ran a hand down his face and sighed. ‘You think talking to her will help?’
‘Well it won’t make anything worse! She deserves a proper explanation. I know she wanted to be left alone, but she’s had time now. Go and explain to her.’ Ethan said firmly and pointed at the door.
Loki narrowed his eyes at him as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
Ethan felt proud that he had managed to tell Loki off like that. But when Loki left, he let out a big sigh of relief. Thor chuckled at the mortal who was shaking slightly as he leaned against the back of the sofa for support.
‘Geez, that was scary.’ Ethan said as he put his hand over his chest.
‘You did well.’ Thor laughed and went over to pat him on the shoulder. ‘Sometimes that is what Loki needs. I just hope they can talk it out, I have never seen my brother so broken and upset before. He really loves and cares for her, he was just scared she would turn him away for who he was. For what he did.’
Ethan nodded. ‘I understand. But Cleo is the last person on Earth to judge someone in that way. Hell, I remember when the New York incident happened, one of our friends was mouthing off about what an asshole Loki was. Cleo piped up that there is always two sides to a story, and everyone deserves a second chance. That the Avengers aren’t all that good either… No offence.’
Thor smiled softly. ‘None taken. I know what she means, we all have our darker sides. I certainly hope she still thinks the same way.’
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Loki teleported instantly to Cleo’s home, he was about just walk inside but thought better of it. He knocked on the door cautiously, his heart was hammering against his chest as he waited. But he was relieved when she finally answered.
But his heart shattered into millions of pieces when he saw her. The usual sparkle and brightness was gone from her eyes, in just five hours he had managed to tear her up so badly. He had never felt so guilty and broken in his entire life.
‘Cleo… I’m so, so sorry.’ He began, a tear fell down his face as he was unable to stop himself. ‘Please, can I come in and talk?’ He begged, she could hear the desperation in his voice.
Cleo closed her eyes for a moment, to try and stop herself from crying. She nodded and stepped to the side, letting him in. Saying nothing yet.
Loki walked into her home and he went to the living room. He wasn’t sure whether to sit down or stay standing, but he opted to stand. As Cleo stayed standing with her arms around herself.
He took in a deep breath. ‘I know that what I did in New York and Germany was awful, I regret it every single day. It’s not something I am proud of, at all. But I would never hurt you, I would never’
‘Luke… I mean, Loki… I… I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It’s not what you did before that’s upsetting me. Or who you really are. It’s that you lied to me. You didn’t tell me the truth.’
‘I… I couldn’t. When I first met you, I went to my usual lie that my name is Luke. I’ve used that for a long time, since I decided to start a life here. I hoped for a quiet life, where I could just be in peace, without any hassle from SHIELD or people who knew what I did and wanted me dead. But then, I started to fall in love with you. I have never felt the way I do about you before, Cleo.’ Loki sat down now and clasped his hands together on front of him, trying to keep it together.
Cleo sat down too on the opposite sofa.
‘I wanted to tell you… I so badly wanted to. But every time I bottled it. I’m a coward, and I hate myself for it. I was scared and worried that I would ruin what we had… But I knew I had to tell you, I was going to, but then the tree fell and’
‘How am I supposed to believe you now? I want to, Loki, I really do. But I’m struggling. Everything I thought I knew about you, is a lie.’ Cleo interrupted.
‘No, no... Everything I’ve told you about myself, is true. Just minus where I come from and my name.’
‘And that Thor is your brother!’ Cleo yelled at him. ‘That you’re a God. A Prince. And your parents?’
‘I said my brother was an idiot and annoying, that’s not a lie. And my parents are deceased, and I was adopted. It’s just a little bit more complicated than I told you.’
Cleo shook her head and tears started running down her face again. ‘I just wish you’d told me sooner. What hurts the most, is that you felt you couldn’t tell me the truth sooner. After our first date, or even after we first slept together would’ve been better. But you didn’t, for so long.’
‘I know, and I was a fool. I am a fool. But I was scared, Cleo. So scared of losing you, the only person in my life that has ever mattered to me so much. I love you, Cleo. So, so much. I didn’t want to lose… I don’t want to lose you.’ Loki cried.
‘I don’t want that either… And I do love you, too. But I just, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner. I don’t know what to do, Loki. I do understand why you didn’t want me to know initially, but keeping it for so long is what is hurting me the most.’
Loki momentarily put his head in his hands before looking back up at her. ‘The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt you, darling. Please believe me. I was scared and selfish, I can’t take that back. As much as I want to. I’ve hurt you, I know. I want to make it right, to earn your love again.’
‘What about trust, Loki?’
He felt his stomach dropping.
‘Please, Cleo. Give me one more chance, I promise you there will be no more lies. Ever. And you can trust me, always.’ He pleaded.
‘I… I don’t know if I can. I do love you, I do. But I, I don’t know if I can trust you again. Love is nothing without it. And I feel like I trusted you completely, with anything and everything.’
‘Don’t say that, Cleo. Please, I’m begging you to just let me try again. Let me work on gaining your trust again. Please.’ Loki actually got onto his knees on front of her and begged her with his hands clasped on front of him.
Cleo’s eyes widened at the sight of him doing so. She saw what he did years ago in Germany… Had everyone kneel for him. She knew that kneeling for a human was not something he would do lightly.
But it still didn’t make it any easier.
‘I… I’m going to need time, Loki. Please.’ She whispered, wiping her eyes and looking to the side.
Loki nodded and slowly got up to his feet. ‘I understand. Take as much time as you need… But I do truly love you, Cleo. You’re my world.’
Cleo looked down at her hands in her lap, unable to stop crying as Loki reluctantly left her home.
When Loki left, he went down the nearest alleyway and he screamed, cried, hit the wall. He couldn’t believe what he did to her. To his Cleo.
He wished he could turn back time and start over, to tell her the truth from the start.
He couldn’t cope with the thought of not having her in his life.
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i'd really love to read a children au snippet of them during the world cup or something football related. i think you mentioned martín(this is also canon) and gabriel are big fans but andrés and elena hate it. would be fun. or maybe a summer holiday with jakov and/or sergio? any interaction of marseille with them would be great tbh
Hello anon, thanks for sending this! (And sorry for being late, I started writing this when I received the ask but this was one weird week for the fandom haha.)
I've decided to write two small snippets to cover both scenarios. Hope you enjoy it!
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There are fewer things in life worse than fourteen year olds. Namely: People who take a shit in the middle of the day with other people in the household, grocery store wine, and most crucially, fourteen year olds at the World Cup.
It's the most disastrous week of their life together. So far, he's had to handle the hotel forgetting how to be an hotel, Elena selling their alcohol to other children in the stadium, Martin's non-stop complaints about the shit-show, Elena non-stop complaints about how bored she is.
And worst of all, Gabriel's rageful-into-tears seven-hours rant during the whole night after Argentina lost the Final to Germany. A rant that went over every single player in both teams, the bitch referee, the German conspiracy, the traitor Messi, the Barcelona—his otherwise favourite team—conspiracy, the Brazilian flawed net, the Brazilian grass, and at some point it being Martín and Andrés' fault. Somehow.
Martín had went to drink with other enthusiasts and left Andrés to deal with it. He didn't get a moment of sleep, he hadn't even four hours of direct sleep in the whole week.
But this. Now.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said he went to the referee. He got hold of his hotel somehow, I don't know."
"What?" Andrés asks again.
Elena finally looks up from her phone and sighs. "He said he's gonna take his revenge. He's not gonna do anything, just let him walk it out."
"Revenge?"
Elena shrugs and returns to her phone.
"What hotel, what referee, when did he leave?" Andrés asks. "Elena!"
"I don't know! I didn't ask him. I'm not his babysitter. Can we just go somewhere else? Can we just go back home? Why did we even go to all the matches? You owe me. You said-"
Andrés rubs his face and interrupts her. "Where's your father?"
"Out."
"Can you put down this damn thing for a moment and talk to me?! Out where, where did he go?"
"Hanging out with some guys in the bar downstairs."
"You're coming with me. Get dressed."
She groans. But Andrés shoots her a look. They are never traveling for a World Cup ever in their lives again. They are never attending a football match again, period.
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"Where's your father?" Sergio asks, finding no one but the twins and the monks outside. Neither of the children is even looking at him, hunched over the fútbol. They always used to run and jump at him when he came over. Time flies.
"Your brother or the other one?" Elena asks, eyes on her players.
A smile creeps up on his face. "The other one."
"In the city. Meeting a contact-WIN! She jumps up, mockingly performing a victorious dance.
"Still 3:2. One more round to see." Gabriel answers in the faux calm he takes up when he loses.
"And my brother?" Sergio interrupts once again.
"Up in his studio, probably. Having a dramatic artist moment."
"A dramatic artist moment?" Sergio asks, bemused. But he's lost their attention once again. He noticed their suitcases are by the wall. "Is Jakov picking you up today?"
"No," Gabriel answers, his tone changing. Then looks up at Sergio for the first time. "He just dropped us, actually."
"What?"
"There was an accident."
To Sergio's surprise, Jakov emerges. Coming in from the courtyard, wiping his hands with a towel. "They killed my dog."
Sergio should be more surprised than he is.
"It was Elena." "It was Gabriel." The twins say at the same moment.
Gabriel sighs. "You shouldn't blame her so much, it was an accident. She didn't mean to do it."
"It was you."
They get into a shouting match that immediately turns physical. Jakov stands on the side, watching them neutrally, as if he's too used to this for it to warrant a reaction, and pours a drink for himself, while Sergio gets the skin of his arms torn by scratches trying to seperate them. "Stop it. Stop it. I said Stop it."
He just arrived. Where the hell is Andrés?!
"Until they admit the truth, no more training for them," Jakov explains calmly, pouring himself a drink. "Isn't that so, hm?"
"It's unfair! Why am I being blamed for her doings?!" Gabriel throws his arms, looking desperately at Jakov.
Jakov raises his eyebrow in an a see? And goes back into the courtyard. Sergio follows him.
"Can't you tell yourself which one did it? I'm sure they didn't mean it." He says, turning his arm to inspect the scratches. And removes a torn hair that landed on him arm during the fight.
Jakov turns to him. And smirks. "Neither of them did. I shot Diana myself. She was sick and suffering. The time has come for her peace."
Sergio stops in his tracks. "Will you explain what's your lesson behind this, then?"
Jakov shrugs. "Martín asked me to bring them home. Didn't ask why. Then told me to make them believe it's their fault."
Sergio sighs. He came for the heist, not this.
"But this should teach them. They always blame each other for any mistake. They have to learn how to take fault for their mis-doings, to be more sure of their own abilities. Do you know what they did instead?"
Sergio raises an eyebrow. "They buried the body, went into town, kidnapped another similar-looking dog from an old lady, and tried to act like nothing happened. I had left her dead in the morning before I left to to see how they'll deal with it. When caught, they just blamed each other."
Sergio chuckles. "It doesn't seem so bad. They acted. They had a plan." Then stops. "Do you leave weapons in their disposal when they are alone?"
Jakov ignores his question. "You're thinking from a robbers' perspective," Jakov answers. "This isn't a heist."
"And you from a hitman's."
Jakov shrugs again. Then, "In any case, they shouldn't be so susceptible to psychological manipulation. You wouldn't want them turning on each other like that during your big heist, no?"
What? Sergio stops in his tracks again, feeling his face pale.
Not only have they told Jakov of his plan, they have led the twins to believe they will be a part of the Royal Mint robbery. Sergio prepares himself to give them a hearing for it.
Not just reckless and stupid, but cruel; making the children believe in something that is impossible to happen.
#Children of the Dust#not very sure about those ones. but I hope you enjoy them still!#we need all the enjoyment we can get in this shitshow we're having quaoso
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(🤳video chatting with their gf) please :)
Hi honey!
Thank you for asking me this.
-Scarlet
From —-> prompt
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::Eren::
You two video chat often.
It’s mostly because of school and work getting in the way of your relationship time.
Plus if you two live far away it’s annoying to drive over to each other’s houses all the time.
So there’s just a lot that goes on.
You always have your battery drained from doing so.
At first the two of you felt a little awkward well maybe mostly you since Eren doesn’t care.
So if you care about your appearance a lot he will tell you you’re fine.
“Eren do I look ok in this angle? Or does my face look fat?”
“Babe you’re fine. Your face is cute you know.”
Sometimes he will ask you about the angling tho.
“Babe do I look hotter from right or my left?
“You look the same either way.” You’d say laughing.
“No but which side makes you wet more?” He’d smirk, asking you so shamelessly.
“Oh My-you’re disgusting!! S-shut up.” You’d stutter, while he’d be laughing on the other hand.
“Y/n it was only a joke. I don’t mean it. I know you don’t care about that.” He’d apologize making you roll your eyes yet laughing.
At first you two used to ask each other when you were available but now Eren does randomly FaceTime you.
Mostly cause he wants to catch you when your not thinking of how you look and you can’t fix your appearance in two seconds.
And cause he thinks you look cute.
He usually calls you to, mostly cause he’s the talkative one in the relationship.
“Hi baby” or “hi babe” is what he says when he’s being sweet.
If he’s in a teasing mood he’ll answer like, “Hi babygirl” or “Hi princess.”
And then if he wants to have sex or if you two aren’t there yet but he’s horny:: “Baby~” or “Y/n~”
It’s not technically to embarrass you he’s just generally needy and wants to make out with you or whatever.🙄🙄
He usually talks about his day or what’s been going and you do the same.
Afterwards the conversation can kinda branch out to anywhere with random topics but he always has you laughing and smiling.
Tho he gets annoyed if his parents or siblings interrupt him.
If it’s Zeke or Mikasa they just want to say hi.
However if it’s Eren’s mom she like legit is having a conversation with you.
“Eren who are you talking to?”
“Y/n.”
“Oh really, could I say hi? I haven’t seen her in so long.”
“Mom were-“
“Hi sweetie! How are you doing?”
She talks with you all the time. It’s cause she likes his son’s girlfriend and thinks you’re sweet.
And we’ll his dad just yells hi and then asks how you are and will leave afterwards.
He’s not much for conversation and this primarily because I feel like Eren is bilingual since he speaks English and German and so his dad is probably a native from Germany so maybe he’s not to big on speaking English very much.😂😂😂
A lot of people have been talking about him knowing both languages so I just had to say this.
Apart from his family interruptions Eren loves talking to you and he tends to say really sweet things to you since you two are alone and because he feels like he owes it to you knowing he can’t see you right now.
So out of random when things are quiet he breaks the silence.
“You look beautiful.”
“Eren. . .” You’d say quietly, feeling speechless as blush traveled to your cheeks.
“What, babe I’m not lying.”
Other times he’s just playful and is off the charts with his perverted thoughts.
You’re cleaning your room and have the phone on the stand a few feet away seeing your whole body.
So as your talking and everything and moving around and bending over to pick something up his attention immediately goes to your ass.
“Damn. Shake that ass for me babygirl.” He’d say bitting his lip.
“Stop looking at my butt!” You’d scream turning around looking embarrassed.
“Why? You let me touch it all the time.” He’d whine, giving you an innocent face only to smirk.
“Eren!” You’d blush, now being cautious of how you move.
“Oh I understand you prefer to do it in person.”
“Eren!”
Or if he’s in the mood and you two have done it before or just feel really comfortable he will tell you how much he wants you.
He might suggest cyber sex to try it out.
“Baby~ I want you.”
“Eren, I’ll come over tomorrow.”
“No, I mean that I want you.”
“Eren I can’t-“
“Cyber sex?”
“Eren—my parents are home.”
“Nudes?”
“No last time Zeke saw them!”
“I know I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, we can’t change that now.”
“We’ll could you at least take off your clothes for me?”
“Wha-Eren! No, I’m not going to that’s embarrassing.”
“Ugh but babe!”
“No, somebody could walk in on us.”
He’d sigh finally giving up and understanding your reasons and would agree he could have had fun the next day when he’d see you.
Of course I can’t help but see his girlfriend being the type to just not be a sex addict like he is and so she’s probably not into, at least not as much as he is.
Sure you may find it to be a little weird and all but maybe deep down it could be exciting considering it’s with your boyfriend.
::Zeke::
He doesn’t video chat as much as Eren does.
Personally cause he’s just a little bit more old school but he doesn’t mind if you guys are both busy or if you’re on a trip and vice versa.
He always puts the camera on a stand while he’s painting or doing something at his desk or room in general.
He hardly ever lies on his bed and just talks to you.
and you do the same usually.
One time you two were face timing and Zeke was doing his laundry.
You found it kinda silly.
“Zeke, are you doing laundry right now?”
“Yeah baby, I get to busy on the weekend.”
“You can never sit without something in your hands, can you?”
“If it’s not you, I at least need something to fill that void don’t I?”
He will show you what he’s doing every single time and he enjoys hearing about what plans you have or whatever.
He greets you with a simple “Hey babe.” All the time.
It doesn’t matter his mood.
Since he’s kinda mysterious so he doesn’t express his emotions as much as others do.
He randomly calls you, like he never asks to call you even if you do and he tells you not to ask.
“Babe, just call me whenever it doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah but what if-”
“No buts.”
because he’s kinda old.
lol no hate.
I feel like he doesn’t know how to do everything so he get’s confused with the face time, especially at first.
“Babe is it working or is it weird?”
“It’s fine.” You’d laugh.
He personally loves to hear you talk cause he finds your voice soothing.
Plus he thinks it’s cute when you express your love for something or when you rant about something.
He finds it really cute when you’re mad I don’t know but he just thinks it’s funny.
And sweet.
He always has a warm smile when talking to you and you have to feel special about this cause he honestly doesn’t smile so you know if you’re getting a smile from him it’s good.
He will sometimes get quiet and you do the same but he doesn’t mind that he actually likes it cause it feels like he’s doing something with you.
If you need help with homework he would help you.
He loves to talk about theory’s on books or shows you two watch and he gets philosophical about it.
But you admire him for it.
You like seeing him be passionate.
He will tell you look pretty all the time.
“You always look pretty you that?”
He is pretty soft in tone so you don’t have to worry cause no one will hear your conversation.
Though apart from his sweetness he does tease if he’s feeling cocky.
Which when is he not??😂🙄
He will try to tel you every part of you is sexy and if your deny it he’s just going to keep saying it.
If he’s in certain mood one way or another you’ll get into certain intimate topics and he’ll elaborately tell you how he’s missing you and your body.
Like this man has no shame even if you do.
“I really miss the way squirm for me.”
“Zeke my roommate might hear-“
“Babygirl, I’m just expressing my love for you. Besides I think you should come over to talk and have fun.”
“But we can do the same thing here right now.”
“Inviting me for cyber sex that’s bold. I like this side of my girl.”
“No—I wasn’t trying to—-“
“Silly girl, you don’t think I know that?”
“You always tease me.” Your huff, he’d find your pout cute and would just laugh.
I think it’s hard to make him laugh but you always mange to when you get mad or when you pout.
“Stop laughing its not funny.”
“I know it’s not but you just look so cute.”
“Ugh Zeke, get a grip!”
“Sorry.”
He doesn’t do it all the time but he does tease you like that.
But we can’t forget that like Eren he’s into ass to so of course be car if what you do. Or maybe what you wear and if you’ll pay for it later.
“Nice shorts. Wear them next time you come and see me.” He’d smirk, making you roll your eyes.
“You’re always such a flirt.”
“Only for you baby.”
Sometimes if you take of your jacket he will joke with you about you stripping for him.
“Oh a strip show, nice.” He’d say wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“I’m not stripping I have shirt on, it’s just strapless.”
“Alright, alright. So not like last time?”
“Zeke, I never stripped for you!” You’d half laugh while disagreeing.
“Okay, I get it’s a secret that you like pleasing me.”
“I don’t—Ugh forget.” You’d grow annoyed seeing he was only laughing at your embarrassment.
“See it is true.”
“Gosh you’re the worst, I could hit you.”
“You won’t, you love me too much.”
“Sure I do.” You’d roll your eyes but he knew you were joking. You loved him a lot.
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Reckless
Part One
Master List
Natasha and Steve were talking as you walked up. Deciding not to interrupt you walk to Sam.
“Hey y/n”
“Hey sam. So what’s next for you?” You placed your hands in your pockets leaning against the tree next to him. Your eyes were focused on the pair in front of you. He let out a sigh. Turning to face the same as you. Nat was handing Steve a file.
“Probably whatever is in that file.” You hadn’t known Sam long but he helped Steve and Nat. That was more than enough for you to trust him too.
“Can’t wait.” A smirk coming to your face as you pushed off from the tree. “Later Nat! don’t be a stranger.” You called after her.
“Same to you, Y/n.” She waved and was off. Both Sam and you walked up to Steve who opened the file. There on the front page was the Winter Solider.
“You both don’t have to do this.” His eye followed the page down to a small black and white picture of the man before he was the Solider.
“Shut up Steve.” You rolled your eyes, taking the file from him. “I told you id follow you wherever no matter what.” His faced turned to you with a hesitant smile.
Sam looked back down at the file. “When do we start?”
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I’ll follow you wherever.
Now that meant sitting on the back of run down bug, uncomfortably close to the man you had been trying to track for two years.
You knew Steve would call you the moment you saw the new that the UN was bombed and the Winter Solider was suspect number one. It honestly had taken longer than you thought for that call to come in. You already had a bag packed and were pacing by the phone.
“Yn I need your help.” Steve already sounded exhausted.
“Sure as shit do Steve. What the hell is going on? Why all the sudden is the Soldier bombing the UN?”
“Bucky did not bomb the UN.” He emphasized Bucky hard. You knew he hate when you called him that.
“Fine.” You huffed. “If it wasn’t Barnes then who was it?”
“I’m not sure yet. Just get to Germany.”
“On my way. Don’t do anything to stupid or reckless until I get there.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart. That’s your job.” He hung up and set coordinates to your phone.
“Can you move your seat up? “
“No. “
“Ah so he does speak!” Barnes hadn’t said anything to you since you showed up in the warehouse in the same bug you were now stuffed into. Sam let out a chuckle at your comment but Barnes just kept his eye focused on Steve and Sharon. Their conversation was ending when you saw them kiss.
“When the hell did that happen Sam?” You slapped him across the shoulder. “And why didn’t you tell me!”
“Damn girl.” He was rubbing the front of his shoulder where you hit him. “As far as I know that’s the first time.” Steve was walking back the car and placed his and Sam’s gear in the trunk.
“I got to make one more call before we leave.” He said dipping down to get in the car.
“So what was that all about Steve?” You couldn’t hide the teasing grin on your face.
“Yn.” He warned.
You through your hands up in defense. “Alright alright. “
Steve drove to an empty warehouse not far from the airport.
“We will set up here for the night.” All the men got out of the car and busied themselves with setting up a makeshift table and some sleeping areas.
“I’ll go scrounge up some food for us. I’m sure y’all are hungry.” You picked up a baseball cap that was laying in the trunk. Putting it on then pulling your hood up.
“Is that a good idea?”
“Nobody knows I’m even here Steve. As far as their concerned I’m still in Poland. So no eyes are looking for me. I can’t have you two, at least, running on empty.” You pointed between Sam and Steve. “And I guess you too Barnes.”
“Yn, just don’t – “
“Do anything stupid or reckless.” You cut him off. “Yea yea. I know.” You dipped out of the building before anyone could protest further. gently check that you gun was secure under your coat before heading down the road.
All the boys were happy that you managed to bring back Chinese food. You were sure that they thought you would be just coming back with gas station garbage. Steve had gone over the plan with everyone before you found a quiet corner to sit and clean what weapons you had with you. He assured you that more were coming. You hadn’t expected to need this much fire power, two guns and a couple knives weren’t going to cut it against Tony or whatever or whoever was waiting in Siberia. You were also acutely aware that Barnes was staring at you.
“Can I help you with something sir stares a lot?” You didn’t look up from the gun.
“Umm n-no. Just watching you.”
You sighed setting the gun down to meet his eyes. “Obviously. But why?”
Barnes looked down at his hands then back to you. “You were the one tacking me down weren’t you? “
“I was. “
“Your good.” He gave you a quick smile.
“Clearly not good enough. Lost your trail in Poland and was stuck there for the last nine months.” He grimaced when you mentioned Poland. “Exactly my point. So where did you run off to? The most I figured you were still somewhere in Central Europe?”
“Romania.” He had almost a proud smile on his face
“You sneaky fuck. Not many people can slip past me. Good job.”
He dropped his head again. “So why are you here? Why were you tracking me for Steve? “
“Because,” you started packing your weapons away. “I promised that dumb sack of muscle that I’d follow him no matter what.” You adjusted you coat and got comfortable as you could against the wall. “So now here I am in some shit hole in Germany.” You shrugged and closed your eyes. “Now I’m going to try and get some rest.” You peaked at him with one eye. “You just keep on doing whatever that it.” You waved him off and tucked your arms around yourself.
Something bumped your foot. Before you could even think instincts took over. your right hand grabbed the gun at your side and pointed. Your eyes finally caught up only to see Sam with his hands up and a surprised look on his face.
“Told you to be careful waking her up.” Steve was laughing from somewhere behind Sam.
“Then why did you do it?” Sam’s eyes were still on the gun pointed at him. All Steve could do was laugh.
Your brain finally catches up and lowers the gun.
“Sorry Sam. I get a little jumpy on the job.” You reached your hand out to him so he could help you up.
“No shit.” As he pulled you to your feet, you holstered you gun. “We are getting ready to leave.”
“Right. I’m going to do a perimeter check before we go. No since in getting caught before we even start.” You grab the baseball hat you wore the night before and pulled your gun back from the holster.
“Yn….” You cut Steve off with your hand.
“Don’t start.” He went to say something back to you but you just glared at him. Daring him to test you. When he didn’t you walked to the door and placed your gun in the pocket of your coat with your hand still on it.
“You can’t be serious Steve.” Sam stepped forward. Steve didn’t move but you turned back to face Sam. Giving him the same look you just have Steve.
“Fine.” He huffed out raising his hands. You nodded your head to were Barnes was standing.
“Anything from the peanut gallery there Barnes? “
“No ma’am “
“Good.” You turn back to the door and left.
You were only gone fifteen minutes. You wanted to make a good perimeter and check the way to the interstate. Everything looked fine. Light traffic on the surface streets and the interstate was packed. A good and easy way to blend it.
“We should be good at least to the interstate.” You let the door shut behind you as you walk to the three men standing around the car.
“You walked all the way to the interstate?” Barnes seem surprised
“No dummy. Just far enough to get a look at traffic. It’s busy so we should be able to blend in with out issue.” You turned to Steve who nodded his head.
“Then let’s go.”
Barnes was the first in the car. Sam shoved the seat back a little too hard and you heard Barnes mumble something under his breath. You paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. There was no going back. Steve walked up behind you and placed a hand on the small of you back.
“Everything ok sweetheart?” You nodded and let out your breath.
“A lot of shit is going to change today Steve. “
“You can still leave yn.” You scoffed.
“And let you three have all the fun. I think not Rogers!” You patted the roof of the car and slid in next to Barnes.
#Bucky Barnes#slow burn#steve x reader friendship#steve rogers#enemies to lovers#bucky x y/n#marvel fanfiction
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Don’t Go Breaking My Heart
Rating: Teen Relationship: Space Orc x F!Human Warnings: angst, avoidance, emotional constipation, repression, fluff, space orc
Word Count: 3812
insecurities are like another person in a relationship, whispering in the other’s ears till something happens.
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Soulmates are something to rejoice over. Which is understandable, it's the person who is perfect for you. How could anything go wrong? It's your other half, your partner in crime, your true paring. Everyone believed it was a simple affair, you meet and then happily ever after. It was the basics until we found out there was life outside of earth, then things got a bit more complicated. New cultures to take into account along with physiology.
Things aren't as straight forward after that.
When I was a kid I use to fantasize about my soulmate. Would they be tall, short, fat, skinny? What kind of music do they like, and will they also eat their sandwiches without the crust? I adored the idea of having a new best friend to hang with. As I got older the idea never really left, morphing more into adult-type thinking. It isn't till I could translate my mark did I begin to have doubts.
It was an off chance that I happened to see the language my soulmate spoke, a weird situation really. I was fumbling about online and I saw it, just a new article that had a picture of the written language. It as scraggly and difficult to read, like a doctor's handwriting. With further research, I found exactly what species my mate was likely to be.
Orc.
I was excited at the time, I figured it out. My mate was to be an Orc, large creature with mostly human parts. To better prepare I did some more digging, looking up anything I could that wasn't video game lore. It was all so new and surprising. I had a direction now, an image to apply to my fantasies.
Since then I have studied extensively on Orc culture. Learning the ins and outs of how they live, socialize, idolize, and talk. It was all so engaging and rich in lore. It felt like I was getting to know my mate already.
The more I researched I soon had an inching doubt. It started off small, basic insecurities. As I read about their courting did I really give it some thought.
Orcs value strength in their culture. A strong mate is heavily sought after. If a soulmate wasn't of great value then they are known to cast them aside. The idea puts lead in my stomach. I'm not strong, or large like their women. I'm tall but I fit more in the string bean category more than anything. I could never be what a typical orc would want.
As I spiraled in these thoughts one thing became clear. I will not be putting myself through that humiliation. I can't stand the thought of being viewed so lowly by someone who is supposed to be my perfect match. To be laughed at by them or be a dirty secret will kill me inside. I can't be an embarrassment, I refuse.
Thereafter I ignored my mark, keeping occupied in school and work. A little while later it became easy to avoid thoughts about him. It was like I never had a soulmate.
It wasn’t as freeing as I thought it would be.
After college I jump into my career, climbing the corporate ladder quickly. It's easy enough when you are married to your work. That even the thought of free time brings anxiety and stress. After a few years, I am exactly where I want to be. Traveling the world meeting new important people.
I have been everywhere and met every type of person. Orcs being one of those types of people. When I first saw one the excitement peaked its head, only for a moment. Then anxiety took over. What if it's him? The orc said his first words to me and the sigh of relief and disappointment was alarming. A few more introduction after that and the rising emotions settled. It was back to normal after that. Pretending that 'special' someone didn't exist.
Years passed and nothing happened. I didn't meet him or even get a trail. My soul felt numb, everything felt numb. It's hardly noticeable after so long, just a hole I've dealt with. I tried dating to fill the void but no one wants to date outside their partner. Anyone who does has lost their loved one already, wanting to also fill the void. Once they find out mine is still out there they break off quickly. So I focus on my career, it's all I have.
In my early 30s, I'm working in Germany. A lovely place but I always preferred the isles of Scotland, specifically Skye. At the embassy passing around some documents, I bump shoulders with an imposing figure. He is quite tall and buff, the poster child of orcs if I've ever seen one. He twists around, apologizing for the shoulder check.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there. Shouldn't have had my focus too far in the clouds while walking a crowded room," he smiles curtly.
I stare blank face at him, all primary functions failing. I can hear- feel- my heart beating against my chest. Everything is cold, my fingers numb but tingly. My vision tunnels and my brain just screams one thing. Run.
Rudely I turn and quickly walk away, giving no further reaction or words to my mat- to the stranger. I don't have a direction as I make it out the nearest door. I close it swiftly behind me, leaning against it. Sliding down to the floor I ball up. Pressing my knees to my chest and begin crying. Years of repression and closeting emotions are now boiling over. The sadness I ignored, convincing myself that they do not exist, is all on the surface.
I hiccup, stubbornly wiping away tears on the floor of a bathroom. All I can think is,
Fuck.
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I have to say I've gotten good at not only avoiding emotions but people too. A week and a half of only catching glimpses of the orc. Which is a lot of glimpses, he is out and about often. It helps I'm stuck in my office for the time, only leaving for lunch. Still, he is always around when I'm out.
After I can pretend I've forgotten about him does he show up in my office. Knocking on my door a little after lunch. Too focused on work I don't hear him come in. I look up from my desk and choke.
"Hello again," he smiles," I have a folder for you, Reggie asked if I could bring it by."
"uh," I stare. My fingers grip the pen roughly, my fist almost shaking with the tension. The only thought running through my head now is, 'don't say anything'. If I talk then he will know. Then he will reject me. Then I can't go on pretending.
"You alright," he flicks the folder against his chest," didn't mean to startle you or anything. I know orcs can be kind of intimidating." I almost snort at the irony of that statement. Very intimidating indeed.
Instead of answering I hold out my hand for the folder, my other still white gripping the pen. He quickly crosses the room, handing me the folder before walking back to the door. With a curt wave, he is gone.
Once the door clicks into place I take in a greedy breath, slamming my head into my crossed arms. I groan, mumbling into my fist. My brain is muddled and my heart conflicted. I yearn to follow him but I also crave to leave back to the states. But one thought is resting quietly in the back of my head.
He looks good in those pants.
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This idiot is now making it damn hard to avoid him. It's like he has made it his mission to get me to talk. Intercepting my way to my office in the mornings, meeting me at lunch, or delivering things to my office. He is determined, I'll give him that.
I'm almost running out of excuses. It's hard to make excuses without talking. I'm almost convinced he thinks I'm mute. Which would have been a grand way out if it wasn't for my coworkers plotting against me. As I talk with them they try to bring him into the conversation, promptly shutting me up.
I learn at some point his name is Garson. When I first heard I actually blushed, like a school girl! It was just his name and he didn't even say it. I will never understand the inner workings of soulmates but Garson always makes my controlled emotions run rapid.
As I sit in my office, absentmindedly writing my door opens. I don't look up, lost in thought for the hundredth time today.
"Hey," that deep -sexy- voice says. I sigh, shoulders slumping. I glance ahead, annoyed, and flustered. Garson waves shyly, holding up another folder. At this point, he has become my special delivery man. "From Vanya," he sets the file down," she asked I bring it on account of her bum leg. I told her it would be a bad idea to play soccer with her teens." his tense chuckle makes my heart throb. I want to ease his anxiety, but I can't. I just shrug, still writing.
He sighs, walking back out the door. The click echoed around the room and I find myself slamming my head on the desk again.
"Fuck," I groan, pounding my fist on the folder.
As I remind myself for the hundredth time why I'm doing this I notice my notes. I shift the paper and grimace at what I wrote.
Garson. Garson. Garson.
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I can't fucking take it! He is more determined than I am stubborn. Watching him find more excuses to come to my office is almost impressive in its own right. He has upgraded from delivery boy to a food service. At some point he has found out my favorite snacks and drinks.
He interrupts me at the door, handing me a coffee while ranting about his night. As I ignore him, feeling like the biggest idjit, other coworkers join in. the number of dirty looks I get doesn't outweigh the appreciation I have for them talking to him. I feel like complete garbage when I don't respond to him, letting him look like a fool talking to someone who clearly doesn't want to talk. Thank the kindness of others.
Around lunch he pops in for a chat, offering a spot next to him in the cafeteria. I shake my head, pretending to be too busy to interact with him. Every time he offers and I decline he leaves so dejected. It's so heartbreaking to see him like that.
Day after day he tries his damndest to make friends with me. I cannot fathom this type of devotion to someone he doesn't know. I'm almost tempted to think he knows but its impossible. He is just too friendly for his own good.
Some coworkers have cornered me to ask what is up, some more confrontational than others. Some are casual in their attempts, asking simply why I'm so mean to the orc. Others are personally offended for him, being passive-aggressive to the point that I ask them to take his attention off me if they are so angry. Some do, which I'm grateful for. But he isn't swayed so easily.
I sit in my office, alone, contemplating my choices. I can't keep dealing with this. The heartbreak I feel rejecting him is as bad as him rejecting me. I'm doing what I was afraid of him doing, worse is he doesn't even know.
I have to leave.
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It was weak, I'll admit that. Asking for a transfer was probably the easiest way out. I know I should just talk to him, let him have a choice in this, but I can't. he is a sweet guy, everyone knows that, but he is still an orc. He deserves someone strong and proud as his kind is. It's impossible for me to be that.
As I wallow on my last week of work I clean up my drawers to distract myself. I sort through some papers when the door bangs open. The knob slams against the wall, bouncing away towards that alluring figure. Garson walks in, grabbing the door and closing it behind him. His sneer is alarming, along with his clenched fist.
"You're leaving," he shouts," are you kidding me?" he walks closer to the desk, turning to pace the length of the room. " I tried, I thought maybe it's because I'm an orc and you were scared of me. I understand that, humans are super sensitive that way. But no! I was nice, patient, and doing everything I could to be nonthreatening. Yet that didn't help did it? It seems like nothing was going to fix that. So my question should really be why is my soulmate running from me?" I gasp, gawking at him. He stops his pacing, glaring down at me with crossed arms. He shrugs," well? Why are you running from me?"
I can't answer, shocked and startled by this admission. He doesn't allow me the time to stew on the question. He shoots forwards, slamming his hands on the desk. I jump.
"Why are you running from me," he chokes on a sob," It's been killing me to give you time. To watch you every day and not be able to hold you. If you want to leave, then fine. I won't stop you. I just want to know where I went wrong, what did I do? What could I have done? Was I always going to be not enough for you? Well?"
I bolt up at his words," I was scared! I was fucking scared, ok?" we both startle at my outburst. His self-deprecating look mixed with his attempt at a sneer melt off his face. I sigh, "I didn't want to be rejected, I couldn't handle that kind of pain." I drop my head in defeat.
Garson ducks down onto his knees, catching my eyes. "Why did you assume I would reject you," he asks.
"because you’re an orc and I'm not," I answer.
He scoffs," and you're a human and I'm not. Do you really see that as being a huge problem?"
"Yes," I slap the desk," of course it's going to be a problem. I'm not strong or proud, I'm weak and antisocial. I cry every time I watch sad dog movies. I can't lift more than half my body weight. I also don't have anything worthy for you. I'm an ordinary human while you are part of a devoted species. I am not worthy."
Garson just stares after my outburst. He looks between my eyes then gives me a once over. He huffs, standing straight. He combs his fingers through his long hair, turning away with a laugh.
"You have to be kidding me," he laughs again. His chuckles turn into full-blown laughter till he is lounging against the door.
"What's so funny," I snap. His laughs trail off as he watches me. When he doesn't answer, I sit, arms crossed and lip sneered.
"Sorry," he looks to his feet," it's just ironic."
"Yea, how so?"
I watch him straighten from the wall and casually flop into one of the chairs in front of my desk. Everything is quiet as he collects his thoughts. I faintly hear the sound of shuffling outside my door. No doubt some people heard the shouting.
"When I first found out what species my soulmate was I was excited. I had a direction now, I felt closer to you. I was so excited I told everyone I could. People of my clan held their tongues at my joy, only giving pitiful looks but no words. I never noticed it. It's when my parents sat me down to explain did I get it," he shifts in his chair," 'humans are scared of us' my mom said. 'they are weak' my dad said. I became torn between the fear of hurting you and the fear of you not wanting me because you'd think I'd hurt you.
"When I finally read what your words said I let their words alter me. instead of rejecting the idea of you I sent out to change. I got jobs that interacted with humans and kept myself small. I'm not a threat, I never was. I took every chance to chat with humans, to get used to them. It was all in preparation for you. I was- am- scared of you." he meets my eyes, his so full of fear. My heart patters, the view of vulnerability shaking me to the core.
"y-you were scared of me," I point to myself. The idea is laughable. "So we are a bunch of idiots too worried about each other's feelings to just ask straight out what we actually felt. That is funny," I chuckle. I huff, sitting back in my seat.
The awkward silence should be stifling but we are captured in our thoughts. It's amazing in its irony that he was also the one scared. I feel relieved and foolish all at once.
"so," he bounces his fingers on his thigh," what now?" I shift in my seat, also curious about our direction.
"depends," I nibble on my lip," do you want me despite everything?" the question lingers in the air for me. The answer I've dreaded my entire life. The choice that decides my happiness.
"Despite everything," he ponders," you ignore me for weeks, avoiding any interaction. Not talking to me less you wish to reveal yourself, and requesting a transfer. Despite all that, despite the ignorance and stubbornness, I want you." the satisfaction that flows through me is startling. My hand shakes from the previous fear and now incomparable joy.
"I never thought I would hear those words," I sigh," thank fuck."
He stands from his chair, walking over the side of my desk. "So you want me too? Despite everything," he crouches down. I grab at his face, finally allowing myself the chance to admire his handsome face. His long tusk and pierced lip. His dark green eyes and even darker green skin. He is so beautiful.
I answer him by leaning forward and capturing his lips. Pressing fiercely against him, showing him my cyclone of emotions. He returns it in full, shedding his insecurities to just hold me.
"I'm sorry," I mumble against him.
"it's ok, I'm sorry too," he kisses me again. He cards his fingers through my hair, petting down its length. I don't want to leave this moment, it filling the hole that sat too long in my heart. Though one question makes me part.
"How did you know," I ask. He traces his nose over mine with a hum.
"How did I know what," he asks.
"How did you know I was your soulmate, I didn’t say anything," I clarify. Garson answers by leaning down to my neck and taking a large inhale.
"Fresh baked cookies and honey milk," he kisses my cheek," only my soulmate can smell so good."
I laugh," you can smell your soulmate?"
"of course, all orcs can. Do humans not have this," he leans back. I shake my head, taking the time to lean in and smell him.
"pine tree and blueberries," I ponder," no, pine tree and strawberries."
"pine tree and fruit?"
"I guess so," I shrug, grinning like an idiot. He smiles with me, leaning back in for another heart stopping kiss.
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After the week is over I transfer back to the states. The distance is aching, the void opening as he isn't there to fix it. I call him every night, regretting more than anything signing those papers. I belong right next to Garson in Germany. Though I can see now that I deserve to deal with the repercussions of my actions. Still, it sucks.
A month in I feel as empty as I did before he showed up. The daily calls help but seeing him would be better. My work suffers as a result, to the point that I consider taking vacation time to visit him.
Soon enough I do just that, putting in a week-long vacation request. I forgo telling Garson of my visit, wanting to surprise him. It's exciting to be able to this with someone. I always watch couples on tv surprising each other like this. It's nice to feel so normal.
The night before my flight I start packing. As I collect my clothes I hear a knock at the door. Tossing the items down I go over and answer. I throw open the door expecting some salesman but I'm greeted to a hulking figure.
"Garson!" I jump him with a hug. I pepper his face with kisses, too caught up in the growing affection.
"Hey, nice to see you too," he laughs, holding me close. He walks in, shutting the door behind himself as he goes into my living room. He sets us both on the couch, leaning down for a kiss.
"What are you doing here," I ask surprised.
"What, can't come visit my mate?"
"Oh shush, you know that's not what I meant. I'm asking because I was just getting ready to visit," I point towards my room," I'm in the middle of packing actually."
"really," he strokes my thigh," I guess great minds think alike."
"I guess they do," I smile. Having him here is like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. I underestimated his importance until now.
We can't help but make up for lost time, making out like a bunch of teenagers on the couch till we make it to the bedroom. Pushing the luggage and clothes off the bed we make love for the first time. When he first pushes in it's like a puzzle finally coming together. I can't believe I was going to deny myself this, even with the chance of denial this is too great of a reward.
We lay in bed, me resting against his broad chest and him petting my head. We bask in the afterglow and silence, overjoyed with each other's company.
"I got some news," he mumbles, breaking the quiet. I hum, nuzzling into his chest. "I got transferred here," he answers.
I snap straight, looking down at him, "You're going to work with me?"
"yea," he smiles," it's exciting, I've never been to the states before."
"really? It's not much but now that you’re here perhaps it is," I cup his jaw, stealing a kiss while my excitement is hot.
"you flirt," he teases," I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," I mumble against his lips.
We fall asleep that night, curious but excited about our future.
I'm glad things worked out despite our ignorance. How could anyone deny their mate?
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I just.... I just love orcs so much. soulmate stories ain’t so bad either.
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Cold and Sweet - Sean Wallace
Helloo! So, this is my second Sean thing. It would have NEVER been possible without my wonderful and amazing friend: @prettyinpayne, who not only is super cool but is also a capricorn like me, so we worked really hard on this one on a drive document after it waqs invented during a conversation in which we imagined this whole story. And also, my editor in chief @peakascum who is there for me no matter what.
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warnings: angst, bitchy comments, insults and yeah the average
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The pictures inside Sean’s office started to get dusty, and that’s when y/n knew everything was actually falling apart.
The pictures never stayed for more than two months without being re-arranged, because new photos were always being taken.
She stayed quiet, observing every one of them with a glass of wine against her lips, resting there as if it would stop her sadness. The last picture that had been added was one that was taken during her birthday dinner party. It showed y/n and Sean, both looking at the camera. That was the last time she saw him smile. It wasn’t a big smile, but it was honest.
It didn’t feel like the ones he was delivering randomly when she looked at him. That smile didn’t feel as plastic as the others did.
Was he not happy anymore? Was it her? Was it the way she entered his office late at night, trying to make him rest more? Was it her attempts to talk with him in the early morning, before he left? Or maybe the fact she has yet to fulfill the one thing every wife should do: have a baby.
In a second, a hundred emotions washed over her. The glass slipped out of her fingers as she started to let out her anger with the pictures.
Christmas, picnics, dates, birthdays, parties.
Every photo she had with him, was facing down or was taken down from the wall.
She opened one of the compartments in the desk that was holding a few frames and saw old photographs.
They were all from when she was still single, when Sean was only “someone she met at a party”, and not her husband.
She saw her own smile and couldn’t recognize her own past happiness, it was as if it wasn’t her. It would be a lie if she said she didn’t love Sean. She loved him more than any other man she had ever met, there was no doubt. But the thought of it not being reciprocated was nagging more and more every day, rotting every memory.
She heard the door, and left the office quickly, forgetting the glass on the carpet. She knew it was Sean, and he hated it when she was in his office without him. He was always quite private, it was his own, personal space.
She ran to the corridor, quickly grabbing a book to make him believe she was reading as she always was.
“Hey, you hungry?” she smiled, trying to establish a decent conversation and ignoring the hurtful sensation that was burning her chest.
“Hey, eat dinner without me. Got things to do.” he said, kissing her cheek rapidly.
As soon as his lips left her skin, his body was closing itself in the office.
“Yes, I didn’t do anything interesting. But I watched a movie, thank you for asking me.” she murmured, walking to the kitchen in order to cook something for herself.
She entered the kitchen and made her way to the black fridge, but something made her stop in her tracks.
The wine bottle.
Opened.
No glass on its side.
Oh no.
She soon heard Sean’s footsteps.
“Dear Lord, here we go.” she huffed silently.
He didn’t say a thing, but he placed the empty and broken glass of wine on the marble island.
“You not only get into my office, but you also take wine. And make a mess out of the shattered glass on the carpet. You see now why I don’t want you to be in there?” he asked using a tone that was almost sarcastic, but definitely superior.
“I was cleaning some...” she started to speak, but got interrupted abruptly.
“Cleaning? Clearly not.” he fought.
“I was!” she argued back, “I was cleaning the pictures!”
“Just-Just stay away from my office!” he ordered, he loved to tell her what to do.
“Yes Sir, anything else?” she asked, being sarcastically polite.
He rolled his eyes and looked at her annoyed.
“Y/N you-“ he scratched his beard, not letting his face let go of the annoyed expression.
“How do you do it?” she interrupted him, taking another glass of wine from the cupboard.
“Do what?” he asked, lost.
“How do you do to notice the things I don’t want you to, but then the things I DO want you to notice you don’t? It’s like...!” she started to serve wine “It’s like you make an extra effort to ignore me as if it was a daily task.”
“Y/N, please I’m tired, and…” he was trying to end the discussion without even trying to heal the situation.
“I AM, Sean! I am tired of not being able to do anything because it annoys you! Tell me, tell me what I should do!”
“You want me to tell you what to do? Fine!” he screamed “First of all, stop waking me up so early every morning! Why do you have to open the curtains to change your clothes at five am? You insist that I have to sleep more, well then stop waking me up so damn early!” he started to count with his fingers “Second of all if you keep playing with that fuckin’ ring everywhere we go. Not only is distracting as fuck for everyone but you will lose it, and you know it was exorbitantly expensive!” still an idea
“And third, stop nagging me all the god damn time. Sean do this, Sean I want, Sean help me, Sean come here. I can’t fucking breathe in this house without you wanting something from me” He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. He let out a frustrated huff.
“Oh, god forbid I want a fraction of my husband’s time!” Y/N tried hiding the hurt in her voice.
“I didn’t realize I married such a-“ Sean paused for a second, carefully planning his next words.
“Such a what Sean? Cat got your tongue all of a sudden?” she kept pushing.
“My mother was right, I should of married Rose.”
Y/N took a step back from Sean. Her eyes were wide at his words. Time felt like it had stopped as they stood face to face. Was she really that miserable to be with? Would he be happy without her? Her inner thoughts suffocating her in an instance, “Fuck you” she finally managed to get out. Blinking back tears she slammed her glass onto the countertop before turning on her heels and walking out of the kitchen towards their bedroom.
“Y/N...” Sean called after her but was met with the sound of the door slamming shut. He knew he had crossed the line. But god, she kept pushing and pushing until everything crumbled.
That night y/n laid in bed, Sean passed out asleep next to her. Even though they shared a bed, she felt miles away from him. Maybe so did he, if not, Rose would have never appeared in Sean’s mind during the fight.
She got up five hours later, without having much sleep if any. She took her phone five minutes before the alarm went off, Sean was right. Her movements were as cautious as they could possibly be. With her clothes on her arms, she left the bedroom and changed out of her pajamas in the guest's room, thinking maybe that's where she should sleep that night.
After getting dressed, she quietly made her way to the kitchen. She carefully opened the cabinet door and grabbed a coffee cup. When she went to grab a second one she paused for a second her hand lingering on the handle. She had always made Sean a cup of coffee in the morning, it had been a routine since they moved in together. She let out a sigh and put both cups away deciding on just going to the cafe down the street instead of making it herself.
When Sean woke up, the first thing he noticed with the quietness. He rolled over expecting y/n to still be in bed asleep. Instead, he found her empty spot, and the window curtains still shut. Checking the time he groaned, he was an hour late waking up. Hurrying to get ready he rushed downstairs to grab the coffee he was sure y/n made him. He walked over to the counter and was shocked to find no cup but thought nothing of it.
the day turned into a week and then another week without y/n making his coffee in the morning. They danced around the fight. Neither one of them brought it up. Not that they had the chance to do so, the days that they did see each other it was just in passing.
But one night they were forced to sit side by side and put on a show of being the perfect couple. Y/N sat at her vanity staring at their wedding picture. She had no clue how in the two years of marriage they’ve come to this. Avoiding each other and walking around on eggshells when they did see each other. She let out a sigh as she looked away from the picture to her wedding ring. Feeling unworthy of wearing it, she slipped it off leaving it on the table. Besides, she’d hate to distract anyone.
The place was sober, the lights were low and people’s voices were accompanied by a soft violin. They were received by a man wearing a black suit, just like every other man.
“Wallace” whispered Sean to the host, who guided both to the table after he instructed them to follow him.
The table was one in the back, it was almost Sean’s table. If he was in that restaurant, that was his table. And of course, her place was by his side. He always asked her to sit by his side, so he could put his hand over hers. She hoped to sit on the other end, praying to breathe without him by her side anymore. The half-hour drive was enough tension. But of course, if you ever had a business meeting with Sean and his wife, you’d know where not to sit.
“Please for the love of God play nice tonight.” Sean whispered in her ear as she sat down. Y/N put on a smile, if anyone knew her they would know it was a fake one. “Anything for you, husband.” Her tone was just as hushed as his.
“Sean!” smiled Sam, “It’s been...what? Two months since we saw each other?” he asked.
“No,” his wife corrected him “Three months! We left for Germany and then your birthday came up. Y/N, we are so sorry we missed your birthday. But anniversary trips sometimes can´t be postponed.” Sophie smiled and kissed his husband´s cheek.
She gulped, clenching her jaw, and trying to smile as naturally as she could. She felt as if they were making fun of them. Throwing their love in their face. Y/N was jealous, unsure of the last time Sean took her on a trip. And here, Sam and his wife sat happily in love, not knowing how far away their friends felt from each other.
While talking to Sophie, Y/N kept her hands on the table, playing slightly with the napkin, trying to hold back her needs to intertwine her own fingers playfully. Even with no ring on, she felt the need to play with her fingers. It felt soothing, it gave her security. But she would hate to distract Sophie from her numbers, or Sean’s talk with Sam.
“Sophie,” started Sean, after calling the waiter “I remembered this restaurant never has your favourite wine, so I made sure they had not one but two bottles in the cellar for tonight.” for the fi
The waiter brought a black wine bottle with a red cap, “Catena Zapata” the label read. Of course he remembered, when it came to business he could remember every little detail, it was almost scary.
“Sean!” she smiled, taken back by the detailed surprise.
The waiter served everyone, leaving Sophie last. But, as the waiter was going to fill it with the wine, she covered it with her hand.
“Actually…” she started, and exchanged somewhat of a proud expression with Sam, then looked back at Y/N and Sean “We are pregnant.”
Everything stopped. The music, the silverware sound hitting against China, the world. She was being made fun of, it felt so surreal. It disoriented her, she felt like floating. How many fights...how many fights it took her to even drag Sean into the idea? How many tears? How many fucking sleepless nights did she spend praying? How many more days did the idea had left on Sean's mind? The idea departed from his mind, leaving business more space. That’s how he could remember so many, useless things. It never mattered anymore, at least to Sean.
She didn't realize she wasn't congratulating Sophie, her mind was going so fast she wasn't even breathing. Y/N felt Sean’s hands on her body for the first time in what felt forever and got taken back. She met his eyes, he was telling her... something. He was telling her that everything would be alright as if he never forgot. But she felt ordered to say something, not wanting to appear rude.
“For what’s to come.” she said with a confusing smile, slightly raising her wine glass.
The others chorused her, only to take a sip afterwards.
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PART II PROLOGUE
"As wave is driven by wave
And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead,
So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows,
Always, for ever and new. What was before
Is left behind; what never was is now;
And every passing moment is renewed."
― Ovid, Metamorphoses
A voice echoed through the white painted corridors soothed by the soft sound of a music box.
A place filled by solitude; the cries of desperation, fear, and the agony of loss.
Her hand caressed the cold surface of the music box, the small ballerina in it spinning at the melody, she once knew, until it came to a stop.
She heard the keys; she heard the whispers; she heard the mutters...
When the door opened ...
Her pain began.
1. Jill
November 5th, 2016. 8: 00 A.M.
The blond woman passed the security stand, smiling at the friendly guard who had received her. After the kidnapping incident, TerraSave had become warier about their security. Entering the building became a tedious procedure, but she was a regular visitor, and her BSAA badge helped a lot.
It had been eight months since the incident in Germany and Claire's death. Her loss had been a big hit, not only TerraSave but to BSAA, too. That without counting the emotional turmoil that the news had caused. She knew, from Chris, that his sister was always good at leaving marks on people. She hadn't had the chance to get to know the girl well since their schedules were busy all the time, but the people who did know her seemed deeply affected. Chris entered a state of depression that was even worse than the episode he'd suffered in Edonia, but in this case, he had not drowned himself in alcohol. She guessed that he did it in his sister's memory. The girl had hated his drinking habits, after all. The Burton family had seemed affected, as well. Barry had made silent mourning, but his daughter had cried a lot, and even half a year after, some things could still trigger her tears. Then there was Leon, he too, was a silent mourner, but Jill was good at reading people, and she could tell that, after Chris, he was the most affected one. Even the workers in TerraSave are still mourning. They had not chosen a new head to replace Claire, and so BSAA had been handling things until they decided for someone to take over.
Jill pressed the button in the elevator and waited. Her frequent visits were usually to check on things in the place, but today it was different. She had received an urgent call from their chief, summoning an emergency meeting. He gave her no details, but the message said that she had to report to TerraSave HQ immediately. When the door of the elevator opened, she found the familiar figure of Chris standing in front of a wall. He was watching it with a pained expression, and Jill felt her heart shrink.
It was the memorial wall. At least that was how everyone in TerraSave called it. The wall had been Claire's idea, from what she'd heard. She recalled the voice of Dr. Hiwamura as she had explained to her some months ago, on her first check visit.
"Claire thought it was just a good way to honor the fallen. Most of these people died without leaving a body behind, and most have no graveyards or family to mourn them properly. She said real heroes are not always remembered, and that at least we should give them the honor they deserved as a big family. "
The Memorial Wall was something simple. It was a wall filled with pictures of TerraSave agents who had died in action, and there was a table where people could leave flowers or other gifts. The most recent photo, of course, was Claire's. She saw the pretty portrait set on the table, and she noticed that, unlike the rest, her picture was not placed on the wall.
"Claire was always good at fooling us with her deaths. Some of us still find it hard to accept it was real this time, so no one has had the heart to hang it. Hanging it would somehow mean she is gone while having it there is like she'd come to the office one morning and shout at us for slacking off. You may think it's stupid, but people should reach acceptance, slowly."
Jill could understand, though; she put her hand on Chris's shoulder and looked at the pretty picture on the table. Someone had placed a small bouquet of orchids next to the photo.
"You got her flowers today?" she asked, surprised.
Chris shook his head.
"No, it wasn't me. I guess one of her subordinates left it here this morning. A close friend, probably. Orchids were her favorite, but not many knew that." Chris replied softly.
Jill squeezed the man's shoulder comfortingly.
"What are you doing here? Came to see her?" she asked.
"No, not today," Chris said, putting his hands in his pockets, "I got a call from Adams, something about an urgent meeting. I just thought of passing since I was here."
"You, too, huh? I wonder what this is about…"
The pair walked to the meeting room and knocked. A voice, that they recognized as their chief's, told them to come in, and they pushed the door open. Jill was surprised to see that not only they had not been the only ones called to the meeting. Beside their Chief, Edward Adams, there was TerraSave CEO, Ian Wentworth; the new Security secretary of the U.S, Renard Hopkins; Dr. Hiwamura, Barry, and Leon, too.
"Ah good, Valentine and Redfield. We were expecting you. Please take a seat, would you?" Adams said, signaling the two empty seats at his left.
Jill and Chris sat down, exchanging quizzical looks with the rest of the present. None of them seemed to have any idea about the reasons for the meeting.
"I believe most of you are thrilled to know the reason we have summoned you here." Adams said, reading their thoughts, " I am sorry that this meeting came up unexpectedly, and I apologize if it interrupted any important task."
She saw the man look apologetically at Leon. The man nodded in reply, and she guessed that he was probably in some important assignment when he'd gotten called out.
"However, we considered that you need the first to be notified due to the circumstances…" the man continued.
"What circumstances are you talking about? I am not very patient, and you should know that already, Ed," Barry groaned.
"Yes, of course, I do, Barry. Let me fill you in about this. Yesterday we received an urgent report from a TerraSave/ BSAA team stationed in Cardigan Bay, Wales.
Adam pushed a set of folders at them. Jill flipped some of its pages, reading some random lines. It was a regular report of a sea patrol, but the words "Sea Wreck" and "Survivor" caught her attention.
"Four days ago, the sea-patrolling team found a body floating at the coast: a female in her 30's, barely alive, severely wounded, and highly dehydrated. She was taken to a TerraSave Health Center in the area immediately. She had no identification on herself, but a rescuer from the station seemed to know her."
"Oh…?" Barry frowned.
"There is a picture of her at the end of the file," Adams clarified.
Jill flipped to the end of the folder, and her eyes went wide in shock. The woman in the picture had her face covered in bruises and cuts that made her features barely recognizable, her hair was shorter, but it was still the same burgundy color she remembered.
"She said her name was Claire Redfield."
A heavy silence filled the room, and Jill could believe what she'd just heard. Claire Redfield? Was that even possible? When the Manor exploded. There's no way that someone survived that explosion, especially with the wound she had sustained and the cleanup team hadn't found any corpse, but still, even if she had managed to escape from that place alive, how had she ended up in Wales?
"Sir…?" Chris mumbled.
"I know, Chris. We have already arranged for a DNA test to confirm it."
"What if she is a clone...made up by Neo-umbrella?" Leon's voice muttered, "They have done it, and DNA would match."
Jill's heart broke. Among all the present, Chris and Leon were probably the ones who would be the happiest with the news, but their past experiences made them untrustful. It was painful to see that among them, both seemed to be the most skeptical.
"There's a way to...corroborate if it isn't a clone." Dr. Hiwamura said, and everyone in the room turned to her.
"Please, elaborate," Hopkins said with interest.
"Cloning searches to reproduce healthy cells, so naturally, pathologies wouldn't be copied unless it was genetic. If the pathology originated from external factors, it can't be copied."
"My sister was healthy...what are you trying to say?" Chris said with a frown.
"She was a carrier of remnants of the T-Phobos," Hiwamura said, crossing her arms, "She was infected with an inactive strain of the virus."
"Wait, what?" Barry snapped, "she got the antiviral, just like Moira and Natalia. Does that mean…?"
"Moira and Natalia are clean. The vaccine was developed based on the virus we found in Claire's body. She volunteered to be the test subject at the time, so the final version of the drugs did not affect her infection. We have to keep track of it. That was one of the main reasons why I got transferred here. The virus exists in Claire's body. However, it's lost its infectious capacity. It keeps invading cells and replicating, but her immunological system neutralizes the excess of sick cells. That prevents it from growing into infective doses..."
"What are you suggesting, Dr. Hiwamura?"
"If she got cloned, her immunological system would have been reset, and even if they had infected the "new" version with a sample of T-Phobos, the virus would be active, unlike the one infecting Claire. What happened to Claire was an ecological adaptation. To put it simply, unless they had a clone go through a physiological restrain that she went through and under a replica of conditions, the probability of them generating the same reaction is impossible."
"Wait, are you telling me that she was infected by a variation of the t-virus all this time? Damn, that's probably the reason she got targeted eight months ago. How can you tell us this now?" Chris snapped, hitting the table.
"We kept it secret for the same reason." Wentworth said, shaking his head, " When I talked to Claire two years ago, she told me she wanted it that way. Besides Dr. Hiwamura, the men sitting here, and Claire herself. No one knew of this fact. The information was classified, even to her friends to prevent something like that from happening."
"If she knew...then why didn't she get someone to protect her? Fuck! This could have been prevented…" Chris cursed.
"Chris, calm down…" Jill said, pulling his arm and trying to convince him to sit down again.
"She rejected the idea. Bodyguards would have attracted unnecessary attention. I don't think that Claire suspected this to be the reason behind her abduction either."
Chris did not reply. He clenched his fist in anger.
"Dr. Hiwamura, is it a trustworthy way to confirm Ms. Redfield's identity?" Hopkins asked.
"I am 99% sure, sir. I'd need to do the test."
"And...could you do that if we send you there?"
"Well, if you can drag the whole lab there, yes."
"Guess that's a no. We need to bring the woman here." Adams muttered.
"I am sure I can contact the local consulate for help." Hopkins said, "However, will she be in condition for the trip?"
"Was….she injured badly?"Jill asked.
"Yes, according to the medical report attached. It's a miracle that she is still alive." Wentworth sighed, " Multiple lacerations in her body, including organ damage. She lost a lot of blood, and some of her injuries got infected due to seawater. There are more details inside those files."
"There was evidence of a struggle. It's a fair guess that she escaped from someone or from somewhere."
Jill was starting to see what all this conversation was going to be.
"Sir, you don't think..." Jill began.
"Claire is a tough cookie…" Barry commented, "always was, always will be. Wherever she was, you can bet that she did not sit down like a docile pup."
Jill knew that Barry was probably right. If Claire had been in a difficult spot, the woman would definitely fight her way out.
"Sir, any idea of where she came from?" Jill asked.
"Unfortunately no, the first assumption was that she'd come from a wrecked ship, but the theory was later refuted when the rescuer recognized her. Listen, I understand this news must be shocking, but if this woman is indeed Claire Redfield. There's no doubt that there is some sort of bioterrorist hazard associated. I want you to go there and investigate the area. See if you find any clues."
Adams looked at the three BSAA agents, and they nodded.
"Agent Kennedy." Hopkins spoke to the blond, who had stayed quiet until then, "Your orders have changed. This woman has been labeled as an especial witness. You will go as a representation of both the DSO and USA, and we don't know what sort of things she might have gone through. We all agreed that it'd be better if the escort was to be someone she knew."
"I understand." the blond nodded.
"As for Dr. Hiwamura…"
"I'll check her state, yes."
"Very well, you leave today at noon. Please make the proper preparations.
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