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my head's not yours, it's mine!

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next up in my revamped kj designs: jet star!! 💫

she is so important to me… the space puppy tattoo is partially because of @eggbagelz’ headcanon which i saw and thought “oh definitely jet would LOVE laika” and the design is (with permission) one of my lovely friend @andpierres’ tattoo flash designs and tattoo tickets are available on his kofi if YOU would like to have a space puppy tattoo on your own skin! :)

as with the last two posts, untextured version under the cut for cleaner details and accurate colors!

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Mini You

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: fluff, smut! and the overuse of the word “baby” I’m so sorry..

Finally the time has come for the long-awaited family vacation, which was more than necessary for both Lewis and you and your little three-year-old girl, Harper.

Your responsibilities at work and motherly responsibilities at home could not always be coordinated with Lewis's racing, so you and the little girl often spent time alone away from Lewis. Neither you nor he liked it, he hated that he had to be away from you two so often and for so long because he felt like he was missing out on precious time with his family.

He often persuaded you to quit your job, so you can travel with him all the time so that you wouldn't be separated for a second. From the very beginning, he told you that as far as he was concerned, you didn't have to work a day, that he would always and forever take care of you and your family, and he promised that you would never lack for anything and you were well aware of that, but he also knew that your job meant much more to you than just “a job” and that it is something that fulfills you as well as his career fulfills him.

That's why he never took moments like these when the three of you were together, especially longer than just 2 weeks, for granted. He enjoyed every second next to you and Harper.

He always tried to find the best places to spend a family vacation with you, and that was the case this time as well.

Since Lewis was away on business, he sent a private jet to pick you two up and take you to the south of Italy. Since you hadn't seen him in over 10 days, you and Harper were very excited to wait for him at the beautiful luxury beach villa that Lewis had rented just for you for the next three weeks.

“My daddy, it’s my daddy!” Harper exclaimed happily running into Lewis' arms as he entered the mansion.

“My little princess” Lewis’ smile grew from ear to ear as he picked her up and she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. “I missed you so so much” He said showering her with kisses and your heart melted at the sight.

“Hello handsome” You greeted him as he pulled you into a hug as well.

“Hey, baby. How was the trip?” He asked pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Everything went well, Harper couldn't sleep at all from the excitement. She kept telling me about how you were going to teach her how to swim.” You say pinching her cheek making Lewis chuckle.

“Will you daddy? Will you teach me how to swim?” Harper asked.

“Of course, love” He smiled kissing her cheek.

“Can we go right now?”

“We can, baby. Go put your swimsuit on and we can go swimming”

Her eyes lit up as she clapped her hands. Lewis put her down and she ran into the room to find her bathing suit. Then he turned to you pulling you to himself and giving you a proper kiss.

“I missed you” He murmured against your lips as his hands found your waist pulling you as close as possible to him.

“I missed you too, Lew”

“I can't wait to fall asleep next to you tonight. That's all I could think about for the past few days.” He admitted kissing your neck gently as you smiled tilting your head to the side.

“Mommy, I can’t find it!!” Harper yelled from the room in frustration interrupting your moment making both of you chuckle.

“I'm going to help Miss Impatient” You sighed rolling your eyes before heading towards her. “I’m coming, baby!”

Later that day, you sat on a towel on the beach while Lewis taught Harper how to swim as he had promised. She was both excited and terrified at the same time, and Lewis loved teaching her new things.

“Daddy, please, please don’t let go of me” She said in short breaths. He held her in his arms above the water teaching her how to stay afloat.

“Baby, I would never let go of you, you can trust me okay?” He assured her. “Now keep your head above water and work with your legs” He instructed.

“Daddy..” She struggled a bit, but she wasn’t giving up. Harper was a mini version of you. She looked exactly like you, from your nose, mouth, eyes, even the color of your hair, she was a real little copy of you, but her behavior, her persistence and perseverance was all Lewis.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it. Daddy’s got you. You’re doing so good.” He encouraged her. He was always so proud of her. He admired the fact that, just like him, she enjoyed learning new things, that she was interested in everything, always so curious and ready for new adventures.

After a swimming lesson, the two of them moved to the sand next to you and started building a castle for the princesses, of course.

You didn't help build the sandcastle because you wanted to soak up some sun and enjoy the view of your husband and your daughter playing together and talking about everything Harper wanted to talk about.

“Can we get a real castle, daddy?”

“You mean for your dolls?” He asked.

“Yeah, for my dolls, for princesses, they need a castle”

“Baby, you’ve got at least three doll castles at home that I jump over every day because you leave them all over the house.” You inserted yourself into the conversation.

“Yeah, but, but they’re all small..I would like a bigger one” She explained. “Can we get a big castle, daddy? It’s not for me, it’s for my dolls. Please?”

“Of course, baby” Lewis laughed and you joined in shaking your head at the fact that she had him wrapped around her finger at just 3 years old.

“I'll buy you as many doll castles as you want, we'll fill the whole house with them, love” Lewis promised kissing her head.

You watched as he kept wiping the sand away from her chubby cheeks every time she pushed her hair out of her face only to put even more sand on her face. You softened and felt warmth around your heart at his gestures.

“I love the way you love her” You said softly when he took a break from building the castle and moved to sit next to you.

“She has her own princesses, and she’s mine” He said watching her with an immense amount of love in his eyes.

“I remember when you used to call me that”

“You are too, baby, you’ll always be. My first one.” He assured you kissing the tip of your nose.

“You know, while I was watching you play with her, I remembered the pictures that your mom showed me of you when you were little.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you were the cutest little kid ever. Makes me want a mini version of you this time.” You whispered the second part glancing at his lips.

He smirked pulling you to him and kissing your temple before whispering into your ear “I’ll keep that in mind tonight.”

…

After a whole day spent at the beach, evening came. You had dinner together and then Lewis went to put Harper to sleep while you cleaned the table.

While Lewis read Harper a bedtime story, you went to the bathroom in your bedroom and took a shower. You enjoyed the feeling of the cold water hitting your burning hot skin. It felt like a relief after being in the sun all day.

When you finished your shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and went out on the balcony admiring the beautiful night lights of the coast of Italy. Not long after, you felt Lewis' body pressed against you.

“Did she fall asleep?” You asked.

“Mhm” He murmured against the skin of your neck leaving wet kisses all over with his tongue. You moaned a little bringing one of your hands up to his braids while your other hand gripped the glass balcony railing. “Thought I could grant your wish tonight” He said into your ear while his fingers pulled the towel down revealing your naked body.

“What wish?” You smirked playing dumb wanting to hear him say it.

“The one where I fill you up and put my baby in you.” Your eyes instantly closed and thighs clenched hearing it from his mouth. You arched your back as he grinded himself against your ass pressing your bare body against the cold transparent glass.

“Lew..”

“Would you like that?” He whispered. “Would you like me to fuck you here on the balcony? To cum inside you?”

“Yes..uh, yes baby. Do it.”

Without breaking the kiss, he turned you towards him and pulled his shorts down freeing his fully hard member. He slid his hand down your belly to your aching bud making you whimper and hold onto him.

You couldn’t resist but grab him in your hand, you wanted to get down on your knees for him, but Lewis stopped you from doing so.

“Wait, wait, baby, we have time. Wanna get you ready for me, it’s been a while, yeah?” He said rubbing your cheek with his thumb while his other hand kept rubbing over your pussy.

There wasn't any need to prepare you because you were so ready. You craved him, you were already dripping wet just by his voice let alone touch, but you decided to completely surrender to him and let him do whatever he wanted to you.

“You remember when I called you on facetime two nights ago, but you didn’t pick up because you fell asleep?” He asked quietly while his fingertips danced around your entrance playing with your wetness. “You remember?” He asked and you nodded remembering that you saw his missed call the next morning.

“You know why I was calling you so late?”

“Why?”

“Because I was so horny, I wanted you to help me get off” You moaned at his confession throwing your head back as two of his fingers slipped inside you.

“You remember when you let me film you that one time? When you were gagging around my cock. Fuck baby, I go crazy every time I watch that.” He groans as he pushes his cock against your belly encouraging you to take it in your hand while he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“You still watch that?” You asked blushing a little as you wrapped both of your hands around his cock.

“Sometimes yeah. When I’m away and I miss your touch too much.” He admitted hissing as you ran your thumb over his red tip.

“Last time I watched it, I got so hard, I came all over myself before I even got to touch myself”

“Fuck, Lew” You were struggling to focus on pleasuring him as well because the things he was saying while increasing his pace in fingering you almost instantly sent you over the edge.

“You love to gag around me don’t you? When I push your head on my cock-fuck-you get so wet when I fuck your throat. When I..fuck..when I cum inside your mouth too oh, baby” He groaned pushing you harder against the glass.

“When you swallow my cum and I wipe the corners of your mouth with my thumb and you suck on it to lick it clean. That gets me so fucking hard all over again.”

“Fuck, Lew I’m gonna cum” You whimpered letting your head fall against his chest.

“Wait, baby, hold it just a little bit longer.” He said pulling his fingers out of you only to start rubbing your clit.

“My baby is so wet. I know you loved to hear that I came to the sight of you without even touching myself. You love when I cum fast, it boosts your ego doesn’t it? Because you know what you do to me, you know that you have me wrapped around your finger you love that shit don’t you.” You couldn't bring yourself to say anything. You were a whimpering mess begging him to let you cum on his fingers.

“Don’t close your eyes, baby, look at me”

“I can’t..Lewis, please” You pleaded.

“You think you’re ready to take my cock?” He asked and you nodded. “Cum, baby, cum all over my hand” And you did, instantly. Your legs started to shake as you fell apart in his arms. He held you tightly pressing your body against his and kissiny your head until your breathing went back to normal again.

“You okay, hm?” He asked making you look up at him. You didn’t say anything but kissed his lips pulling his bottom lip down with your teeth.

“Put your baby in me, Lew”

“Fuck” He abruptly turned you around and bent you over the glass. He spanked both of your cheeks before taking his cock and collecting your cum with his tip. He didn’t tease you for too long because it was torture for him too. All he wanted was to bury himself deep inside you and feel your deepest parts.

He groaned as he slid inside holding his hands on your hips pushing you as deep as it went until you winced.

“You feel so good around me, shiit” He praised you thrusting in and out of you. His grunts and groan along with slapping of your skin filled your ears and it was the hottest thing ever.

He wanted to feel you even closer to him so he pulled you up so that your back was leaned against his chest while his one arm was wrapped around your waist and the other around your neck.

“I’m gonna cum in you baby, I’m gonna cum” He whined quietly in your ear before spilling his cum inside of you. You moaned at the sensation as he buried his head into the crook of your neck groaning as his orgasm coursed through his body. Drops of sweat formed on his forehead as both of you struggled to catch your breath.

“Do you think we did it?”

“I think I got pregnant when you told me what happened the last time you watched that video of me.” You smirked making him laugh and lean his forehead against yours.

“I’ll stay like this for a minute or two just so, you know, it sticks.”

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please make Mini Williamson a series I loved it so much!!

Milestones || Leah Williamson x reader

Part of the mini Williamson universe.

Summary Little Williamson reached a massive milestone

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Leah loved milestones. Whether it was a first date, a first kiss, a first anniversary, she loved it.

What she loved even more, was when the milestones included Amelia.

When Amelia had her first bottle, Leah cried as she held Amelia in her arms whilst feeding her.

When Ami could hold her head up properly. Leah wasn’t home at the time due to her training, but you knew she’d want to know and so you phoned her and she stopped training and drove home to celebrate.

When Amelia started crawling. You were all sat in the living room and Leah was on the floor with Ami. Amelia was having her tummy time for the day and soft giggles filled the room as Leah played with some of her toys with her.

Your heart melted as you heard the giggles escaping Ami’s mouth.

You watched on as Leah encouraged her to crawl.

She set Ami up on her knees and after about seven times of Amelia face planted the soft carpet, she set one knee in front of the other and made her way over to her mummy.

Leah’s smile widened as she realised Amelia had crawled for the first time. Once Ami had reached Leah, Leah enveloped her in a hug, Amelia immediately melting into Leah’s body.

Unknowingly to Leah, you had recorded the whole thing.

You posted it on TikTok and the fans loved it.

And Leah did too. She loved the thought of being able to show her fans the pride she felt for Amelia in that moment.

However, the biggest milestone Amelia had achieved was her first steps.

Just four days before her first birthday, Amelia took her first steps.

Alessia, Amelia’s godmother, had come down to St Albans to spend the weekend for Amelia’s birthday.

Most of the Arsenal and England girls had been invited for a get together for her birthday, but Alessia insisted that she wanted to spend the weekend because she hadn’t seen you all in months.

You couldn’t say no, you loved Alessia like she was your little sister and having her around was always a treat.

It had been a quiet day. Leah had gone to training in the morning which meant you and Amelia spent the day showing Alessia round St Albans.

You went in a few shops and bought a few lasts minute gifts for Ami.

With a mix of yours and Leah’s presents for her, plus all your family and friends, It was safe to say that she was going to be spoilt for her birthday.

The current spare bedroom, was filled with presents.

Alessia was sleeping in the spare bedroom and was constantly going on about how toys were falling on her whilst she was sleeping.

You arrived back home just in time for Leah to get back from training.

You had made a cuppa for both you and Less, settling on the couch before Leah walked through the door.

She walked into the living room, planting a kiss on your lips before picking up Amelia who laughed as Leah pressed kisses all over her face.

Alessia was sat on the floor playing with Ami whilst you and Leah spoke about her training session.

“It was like a rocket, baby. It went straight past Manu.” Leah explained, and you smiled at her genuine excitement.

“I’m sure it did, le. Well done, love.” You said to her, cuddling more into her side as you continued to watch Alessia play with Amelia.

You watched as Amelia tried to climb up to stand.

She had mastered standing at that point but it was just the walking part.

Less helped stabilise her before encouraging her to walk.

With the speed of light, Leah had separated from your touch and found herself sitting opposite Alessia.

“Come on, baby girl, you can do it.” Leah said to Amelia, who couldn’t understand a words Leah had just said.

Amelia put one foot in front of the other and slowly made her way to Leah.

You all clapped her on as a massive smile appeared on Amelia’s face, clearly loving the attention.

As Ami got to Leah, she fell forwards but Leah caught her before bringing her towards her chest, kissing Amelia’s head over and over again.

You crouched down next to them, taking Amelia from Leah as you too, kissed her head.

After a minute of you and Leah hugging Ami, you gestured for Alessia to join the group hug.

After just thirty seconds, you split away from the hug noticing that Amelia was fast asleep on your chest.

Her head was buried in your neck and her body limp against your chest.

The busy morning and the walking had obviously tired her out.

“I’m so proud of her.” Leah said, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.

“I am too. Oh, baby, are you crying?” You cooed at Leah, who nodded her head, tears falling down her cheeks.

“She’s not going to be our baby girl for much longer.” Leah managed to get out, her voice breaking.

“Le, she’ll always be our baby girl. Forever.” You told her, bringing your arm to reach Leah, bringing her into your side. “And hey, just think. We’ll get to do this all over again when we have another one.”

“I can’t wait.” Leah stated, a smile taking over her saddened face before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Another one? Awe, Ami gets to be a big sister.” You jumped as Alessia voice filled the room.

“Fuck Less, you scared me.” You turned to look at Alessia on the other side of you, a grin evident on her face as you gently punched her arm.

You’d been so focused on Leah that you’d forgotten Alessia was even in the room.

“I’ll go put Amelia down and then we’ll spend the rest of the day watching movies. Sounds like a plan?” You questioned, Leah immediately nodding but Alessia looked away, biting her lip. “Alessia, what did you do?” You knew her oh so well, knowing that she’d done something she shouldn’t have.

“I may have bragged to Tooney that I helped Ami take her first steps. But I forgot to check if I was private messaging her, so it turns out, that I accidentally messaged the group chat and now all the England girls are making their way here.” Alessia explained, Leah’s eyes widening as she checked her phone which confirmed that Alessia’s story was in fact true.

Messages with congratulations to Amelia filled Leah’s phone.

The rest of the afternoon was hectic. It was hectic but full of love.

All Leah’s teammates were family at this point and the fact some of them had travelled hours just to spend the afternoon with your daughter just showed how much they loved her.

Amelia was still asleep when most of them got there but as soon as the sound of crying was heard from the baby monitor, Leah jumped up to go get her.

Le walked back into the room, everyone gathering round to greet the mini Williamson.

You watched as Leah grinned at all her friends with Amelia.

Lia took Ami from Leah and Leah immediately walked over to you, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“So, you mentioned another one.” Leah began, not taking her eyes off her teammates, just imaging them all with Amelia and another baby.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready. Of course, Ami’s still young but I’m ready when you are.” You whispered to Leah, your head resting on her shoulder.

“Two mini Williamsons? God help the world.” Tooney exclaimed, sneaking up behind you and obviously overhearing the conversation.

“I now know where Alessia gets it from.”

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!AFAB!Reader.

PART THREE OF MÉNAGE.

SUMMARY: A month after his return, you start warming up to Simon, only for him to ruin it.

WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!), Fluff for once, Angst, mild nsfw, mentions of child abuse and abuse in general, canon typical violence, choking (not in a sexy way).

A/N: Finally finished!! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to get this out sooner, these past weeks have just been chocked full of assignments I had to finish 😭 I hope this lives up to everyone's expectations!!! Please don't forget to reblog and leave a comment, it helps a lot!!

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"'m blaming this on you."

You grumbled to Simon as you watched your son clap his hands against his father's, happy coos and gurgles leaving him.

"What?" He turned away from Tommy to look at you with a confused look, well, you assumed it was confused by the way his eyes were squinted. "How is this my fault?"

"He's copying you." You yawned, curling into the foetal position and pulling up the blanket over your body, head almost rolling off the sofa as you continued to pay attention to your son and his father's every movement. "You don't sleep so he doesn't."

"Not sure that's how his brain works yet." You could hear the amusement in his words, rolling your eyes as you switched your gaze from them up to the telly, that was playing some football game Simon had put on a few hours ago. "Think he's just not tired."

You know you should've expected this, Tommy's doctor had warned you at the last appointment when he'd gotten his first shots that he might experience some type of sleep regression, which meant more hours of staying awake while watching your son. And maybe it would've been worse for you if Simon wasn't there experiencing the same stress as you were. Weirdly, it felt nice to have another person in the same boat as you, even if he didn't really seem that keen on needing to sleep like you did.

Tommy seemed to had taken a liking to his father ever since the first day they'd both met, but that was kind of a given after Simon had spent the whole month after that coming over almost every single day (except for the days where he'd warned you before time that he'd be gone for work) and spending it all with his son.

You kind of hoped that Tommy had started to recognise him as a father like he did with you as a mother, since he was at the age where he was able to recognise caregivers; but even if he didn't, he did still cling onto Simon's hand every time it was time for him to leave like he did to you, tears bordering at his glassy eyes when you stood at the door with him in your arms waving goodbye to Simon.

You almost started crying every time he'd start making grabby hands at Simon, who'd rest his face against his son's tummy and let his chubby hands pull at the cloth of his balaclava, sometimes even pulling it up over his lips so he could press a quick kiss to his cheek, hiding his face immediately once you came in, unknowing that you'd been watching them before.

It wasn't like the bad blood that you had with Simon had magically been solved, you were still sometimes on edge or a bit snappy at him when it came to Tommy or your "relationship" with him, but you weren't as furious with him as you were when he first showed up.

"Not interestin' enough for you, am I?" Simon grunted as Tommy's attention drifted from the clapping to the telly above him, eyes wide as the presenter talked about some red card.

"You've bored him." You snickered, outstretching an arm to click your fingers, the sound immediately catching your son's attention. "Hi, duck!"

"He's not a bloody cat." Simon grumbled, picking up Tommy carefully from his spot on the blanket you'd draped on the floor for him to lie on, moving him onto your chest so he could cuddle into you.

You were about to snap back when Tommy interrupted you both with a wide yawn, chubby hands clinging onto your sleep shirt and eyes threatening to droop closed, although they were still stuck to the image of the footballers running across the field on the TV.

Both of you froze, Simon having been mid way to getting a toy he'd dropped not so long ago so he was stuck in that position, eyes wide and staring at his suddenly sleepy son.

You placed a soft hand on his back, pressing him further into your chest so the sound of your heartbeat would lull him to sleep easier.

But as luck would have it, a goal was scored right at the moment where his eyes finally fully closed, the commentators shouting out excitement and forcing your son back awake with a cry.

Simon and you groaned in unison, the man finally picking up the toy and collapsing on the ground, lying on his back right next to the sofa and glaring up at the ceiling, listening to you try and calm your son down from his abrupt awakening.

"Who scored?" You grumbled, masking your annoyance with interest.

"Not Manchester." Simon grunted back, raising a hand to take Tommy's, his fingers brushing against your chest in the process. "Haven't had a bloody win in a while."

"Sorry." You mumbled, remembering the disappointment that had shone in his eyes when you'd told him about some of the losses of the teams he liked he'd asked you to take a note of while he was away for work.

He'd done well at keeping his promise, sending you messages every time he had to leave, no longer disappearing without a trace, even if it was just a single day of paperwork or a check up at base. He sometimes also sent you pictures, whether it was him in his car showing you that he was close to your flat in case you weren't prepared for him or the takeaway menu at your favourite fast food place, asking for your order. They were always dark and a bit out of focus, but you couldn't deny that you hadn't let out a laugh when you'd seen the failed attempt of him trying to get out of frame, his skulled balaclava peeking out from a corner of the picture.

He'd been gone for a week this time, which explained why he was being so clingy towards Tommy ever since he'd arrived, takeout in hand and arms itching to wrap around his son, and had spent the whole last hour catching up with the both of you.

"Are you sleeping here tonight?" You yawned, closing your eyes for a moment and trying to ignore the squirming boy on your chest, his hands digging uncomfortably into your clavicle.

"Yeah. Though I probably won't be doing much sleepin'." He rumbled, letting Tommy wrap one of his chubby hands around one of Simon's big fingers. "Y'know I can just take over. Go get some rest."

You bit the inside of your cheek at that, looking away despite still having your eyes partly closed, your grip unintentionally tightening around Tommy's small body.

You were still put on edge whenever you left Tommy alone with Simon, even though he'd shown no ill towards you in any way, you just couldn't help it, the thought that something might happen to your sweet boy when he wasn't under your supervision was enough to strike an unexplainable fear into you. You knew that he'd noticed how your face turned sour whenever it was mentioned, but he hadn't ceased asking completely, knowing that sooner or later you'd have to entrust him with your son like you'd both agreed.

"Is that okay…?" You whispered, your voice barely audible over the cheers and cries of excitement from the telly, but by the way he turned his head towards you and squeezed Tommy's hand, you knew he heard you.

"Yeah. Don' worry. You need some rest."

You both stayed put for a few seconds, your hands slowly falling from their place on your son's back and scooping him up carefully before pushing yourself off the sofa, forcing Tommy's hand out of Simon's in the process.

You watched carefully as he shifted off the floor to sit next to you on the sofa, his built arms moving to cradle his son in their crook, rocking him slowly as you got up, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers as you stood and watched them both for a moment, almost terrified of taking a step out of their vicinity.

"Go." Simon commanded, getting comfy on the sofa as he turned his attention back to the game playing on the telly, the assertive tone that his voice took enough to send shivers running down your spine, nodding your head out of instinct before scurrying away like one of the rookies Simon was oh-so used to ordering around back at base.

After having a well deserved shower and pulling on some of your cosiest pyjamas, you let your body collapse onto your bed, curling into the middle where the mattress dipped and covering yourself up with your countless amount of blankets due to the chill that had overcome the country after a few rare weeks of warmth.

You smiled as you remembered how happy Tommy had looked when you'd taken him out in his stroller and let him bask in the sunlight for a bit while sitting next to him at the park, trying your best to focus on his giggles and not on the shadowy figure of his father standing behind you, more like a bodyguard waiting to take out any threats to you both instead of the father he claimed to want to be.

You let out a huff at the memory of how cautious Simon had been at first around you both, almost like a stray cat getting used to their new family: always standing around you but never too close, bringing you small gifts (i.e. takeout or groceries he thought you'd need or Tommy's new favourite teddy bear he now slept with instead of his duck), slowly making your home his own unconsciously by leaving some of his clothes packed away in a small corner of your wardrobe or packing the fridge with some of how own personal food items.

You'd noticed, of course. How could you not?

At first, when you'd found some of his clothes in the midst of the batch of laundry you were tending to, you were struck with fear. Fear that everything you'd worked hard to build was going to be invaded by this barely known presence you were just starting to get used to, but as time went on, you realised there was nothing scary about it.

It was oddly comforting, in a way. It made you feel less alone when you spotted the extra toothbrush he'd plopped in the glass next to yours, the mug he'd brought over after he'd exclaimed his concern that all of yours were fit for coffee and not for tea or the hoodies he left lying around that Tommy loved curling into whether Simon was wearing it or not.

You pulled a pillow into your arms, simulating the feeling of your son in your arms you'd gotten so used to in order to fall asleep, closing your eyes and letting the muffled sounds of the football game still playing on the TV and your son's faint giggles lull you slowly to your first proper sleep in a while.

You were pulled awake by the sound of your phone going off, your whole body jerking up and rushing to grab it out of instinct, the bright screen illuminating your room and forcing a groan out of you at the disturbance, letting your eyes focus until you were able to properly read the notification.

A frustrated sound left your lips at the message from one of the dating apps you'd forgotten you had informing you that you'd matched with someone, angered that it had been something so stupid that had woken you up from one of the best sleeps you'd had in a long time and not something important.

You fell back down onto the mattress, planning on closing your eyes and curling back into the pillow you'd been spooning moments before, but as your body slowly calmed down from the initial shock that had filled it, you were met with nothing but silence.

Your eyes had adjusted enough at this point that you were able to turn your head over to your door, frowning at the lack of light that normally came from under the door when the living room was lit, raising your head from the pillow slightly in an attempt to catch out any sounds that might be originating from anywhere in your flat.

But once again, silence continued to rule over your home.

You could've just closed your eyes and willed yourself to fall back asleep, but the creeping feeling that it was too quiet for how it normally was, that something might have happened in the few hours you'd let yourself rest was slowly burrowing itself in your mind.

And fuck, what if Simon had done something? What I'd you'd misjudged him? What if he'd taken advantage of your tired state and just fucked off with your son in his arms, leaving you broken and abandoned once again?

The fear that struck your body at that train of thought was enough to wake you up properly, allowing your body to act like it had just consumed countless amounts of caffeine and rush over to the partly open door, slowly pushing it open before looking around frantically, eyes landing on the back of the sofa and on the turned off TV in front of it.

Your hand landed on the headrest, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes landed on Simon's sleeping body, his arms protectively wrapped around Tommy, who was resting on his chest like he'd been with you before you'd gone to rest.

You made it fully around until you were standing in front of the sofa, one of your hands coming up to grab at your thin sleep shirt right over the place your heart was currently hammering against out of relief.

Fuck…

Of course he hadn't left.

You were just being paranoid.

Simon had shown you no ill will the whole time he'd been here, but you were still on edge, assuming the worst from him…

A staggered breath left your lips, your hands coming up to cover your face as you willed your body to calm down, your legs trembling as the adrenaline that had rushed through you momentarily started to fade, leaving you confused and exhausted.

One of your legs threatened to give out, and as soon as you were getting ready to collapse, a warm hand grabbed at your thigh, a silent scream threatening to leave you until you realised who it belonged to, staring down with wide eyes at your son's father, one of the hands that had been cradling Tommy now holding your leg with the same care.

"What happened?!"

You could see the panic in his eyes despite the darkness that enveloped the room, his thumb slowly rubbing up and down your skin, his best attempt at soothing whatever pain you were harbouring that he had no idea about.

He called your name, pulling you closer to the sofa so you were kneeling on the free space of the plush sofa, staring down at Simon's chest and raising one of your hands up to your son's little head, running through his thin hair.

"What happened?" He repeated, more assertive this time rather than the panicked tone he had taken before, his hand moving from the back of your thigh up to your waist, almost like it was natural to do so.

"Nothing…" you finally let out, blinking away some of the tears you hadn't realised that had formed at your waterline. "Just… Uhm…"

"...Nightmare?" He offered an easier excuse than the real reason you'd pulled yourself out of bed at such an hour, slowly nodding your head in agreement and causing him to let out a sigh. "Do you-"

"I'm okay. Just… shaken up." By the way you were anxiously running your fingers through Tommy's hair as if to assure yourself that he was real, that he was indeed lying there asleep (something you hadn't realised up until that moment, Simon had somehow actually gotten Tommy to take a nap.), he assumed that whatever nightmare you'd had was related to him. "Needed to check that he was okay."

Yeah, that cemented it.

Simon would be lying if he said he hadn't a few nightmares of his own about Tommy ever since he'd met him properly, whether it was him forcibly being taken away from you by one of the many enemies he'd made across his life or a freak accident ending any hopes he'd had of all of you being a family.

And maybe they were a bit out of pocket, he'd made it very hard for anyone to trace you or Tommy back to him by always parking his car a few blocks away, making sure that Tommy had your last name instead of his and that the military had no idea about his offspring.

He couldn't have any records that would link you two to him, he couldn't even risk taking that chance, he knew that as soon as two of his weaknesses were revealed, it would only be a matter of time for them to be exploited by his enemies.

So, he understood. He understood the fear that came with a nightmare about your son, the need to see him and reinforce the fact that he was okay in your head.

"He is. Tired 'imself out a few hours ago." He moved towards the back of the sofa, allowing you space to sit next to them both, his hand still continuing to rest on your warm skin and pulling you along carefully, ready to pull away the moment you showed any signs of uncomfort.

"How come he sleeps for you?" You mumbled, more of a thought to yourself rather than something you wanted to share, but it caused Simon to smile beneath his mask nonetheless, raising his other hand up to Tommy's head to run a finger down his little nose, ignoring the way his heart rate spiked when it brushed against yours.

He thought about making a joke about being his favourite, hoping that it would brighten the mood a bit, but then remembered the look of dismay that would come over his teammates' faces whenever he made one about anything, and on second thought, maybe he'd have to wait a bit until you were both comfortable enough to enjoy his stupid jokes.

"Guess he's bored of me. You're much more entertainin' to be awake around." He rumbled, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at what you assumed was an attempt to lift your spirits.

"Yeah…" you smiled, leaning your body on the arm that was propping you up, your hand ceasing its brushing of Tommy's hair and simply resting on his small head, your heart growing bigger as he let out a little coo, snuggling further into Simon's hoodie.

You hadn't even been thinking about the hand cupping your waist, too focused on your son's sleeping figure and the warmth that it brought you, unconsciously wriggling a bit further into the touch, but you froze once Simon's hand immediately snapped back from you, as if he'd taken that as an immediate sign that he had broken a few boundaries by getting too close.

"Sorry."

You bit on your tongue, not wanting to full admit how much reassurance his touch had brought you and how much you'd give to have it back (you blamed the neediness on how exhausted your body was and the delirium that came with the lack of sleep you'd been subject to recently), not making any move to answer and instead focusing fully on your son.

"You want to take him?" Simon offered, leaning further up the sofa so he was kind of sitting, kind of lying on the arm rest. "Don' kids sleep better with their mams?"

"I… I think that may be a myth." You breathed out a chuckle, shaking your head as he made a move to hand Tommy over to you. "No, it's okay. I move a lot at night, I don't - I don't want to hurt him, you know?"

Simon turned down to the fragile little human he was holding, remembering the exact moment he'd realised that you were both in charge of taking care of him, of keeping him out of danger and stopping anyone and anything from shattering the little being that seemed to be made of glass.

"That's fine."

Silence fell over the both of you, an awkward atmosphere forming as you didn't move, feeling as time went on that you were invading the little personal space he was allowed to have in your flat.

"D'you want to stay?"

What?

Your brain short-circuited, blinking at him owlishly, as if he'd just spoken in an unknown language, the words still processing in your mind.

"Stay?" You managed out, looking down at the space between you both, a space where you could easily fit into if you were to snuggle into his side and let him hold you.

But surely, he wasn't suggesting that.

Memories of how he'd held you that fateful night flooded your mind, his warm calloused hands sprawled out against the bare skin of your waist, the sound of his heartbeat drumming against his ribcage lulling you to sleep…

"Yeah, stay."

…It made you want to accept.

Made you want to melt into his side and wrap an arm around his wide chest, tangle your fingers in your son's soft hair and lie there with them both, making sure that no harm could come to Tommy thanks to the protective shadow that was Simon Riley.

But you couldn't. You knew that.

The walls you'd built while carrying Tommy in hopes that you'd never be hurt or abandoned again, the walls that had kept you relatively safe within the expanse of your mind refused to crumble, refused to make way for the man that had come barreling back into your life and threatened to destroy them.

You couldn't risk it.

So, you didn't.

You pulled your hand away from your son as if he burned, cradling it against your chest and looking away from Simon's imposing stare, the look in his eyes making you want to squirm and cry and adhere to anything he wanted.

"No." If you'd still been looking at him, you would have noticed the way his shoulders slumped, the way the dim light in his eyes proceeded to disappear at the single word that left your mouth. "Thanks."

It seemed every little step of progress you'd both taken together the whole month immediately dissipated away thanks to his idiotic question.

Of course you'd fucking refuse his stupid invitation, what was he thinking? That you were both a happy couple who didn't pass on any chance to hold each other in your arms? That he was your husband, the proper father of your son who you loved and cared for, who you enjoyed having pressed right against you? He was a fucking idiot. He couldn't contain himself for once in his life and he'd gone and ruined everything.

"Okay." Despite the inner turmoil that raged inside of him, that simple word of affirmation was all he could get out, and he hoped to whatever god was up there (that apparently loved torturing him) that you'd both wake up the next day without a single recollection of what had happened last night.

"Good night." You whispered, pushing yourself off the sofa and wrapping your arms around your chest, immediately regretting every single one of your actions that night as you gazed upon how truly comfy and warm Simon and your son looked snuggled together, wishing that you had the emotional capability to let your resentment go and indulge in Simon's touch.

"'Night."

You willed yourself to take the first step back, tearing your gaze away from them and heading back to your bedroom, your face erupting into warmth out of a mixture of embarrassment and sadness, a clear sign that your body wanted nothing more than to just burst into tears and let Simon wrap you up in his arms and soothe you down like you knew he could.

You buried your face into your pillow as soon as you made it back into your now-cold mess of sheets, tugging one of the pillows back into your arms and doing your best to imagine that it was someone else, someone else who was as willing as you'd imagined Simon had been before to have you in their arms, to stroke your hair and calm you down because they loved you, because they cared about you and wanted nothing more than to see you as happy as you'd been a mere few hours ago.

You passed out soon enough, a few tears running down your cheeks as you subconsciously wrapped yourself around the pillow like a koala, the tear stains quickly disappearing during the night and lacking any evidence that they were once there when Simon walked through your door in the early morning, standing at the side of your bed for a few moments before he leaned over, pulling up the covers and tucking them around your sleeping body.

The sound of the shower coming alive and the pipes groaning was the thing that pulled you awake, struggling a few moments to rid yourself of the covers that pushed onto you, wondering to yourself when and how you'd tucked yourself in so aggressively, turning your head towards your bathroom and listening to the clinking of shampoo bottles and the water as it hit the tiled walls.

Your bathroom was unfortunately directly connected to your bedroom, so in order to get into the shower, Simon would have had to pass by your bed and… tuck you in? Did he really tuck you in?

You pulled languidly at the covers, looking down at your nightwear and growing warm as you saw how transparent your shirt looked in the morning light, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of whoever were to look down at your chest.

Simon had seen you like that.

You squeezed your eyes closed out of embarrassment, as if he was right there judging you with his stupid thousand yard stare, lifting yourself off the mattress and looking around your wardrobe for a shirt, restoring to a band one you'd stolen from one of your ex boyfriends you'd never had the heart to throw out.

You were mid straightening it out, your previous night shirt now pooling at your feet, when the door to the bathroom opened, your immediate response being to wrap your arms around your chest and let out a cry of warning, turning around so he was facing your back.

"Fuckin'-"

"Go back in!" You cried out, wanting nothing more than for the earth to burst open and swallow you whole, feeling too tired to be dealing with this kind of embarrassment at such an early hour of the morning.

You cracked an eye open as the door closed, letting the grip you'd had on the shirt go as you faintly heard Simon curse, trying to erase the memory of what had happened out of your brain.

As you pulled on the shirt, you willed yourself to think about anything other than the glimpse of flesh you'd seen before turning around, the wide chest that had been littered with the scars he'd once let you trace over, the towel around his waist that had barely cov-

Stop!

Unknown to you, Simon was having a similar dispute with himself from inside the bathroom, resting his flushed face on the cool tiles of the wall as he listened to you shuffle around your room, cursing himself out for being so goddamn stupid and exiting the bathroom without even checking if you were awake or not.

That wasn't the only reason he should've checked, he thought you'd still be asleep, so stupidly, he'd gone out with barely any coverings, including the one on his face, so he was pretty sure you would've seen the way his eyes almost immediately darted down towards your chest if you hadn't been busy enough with covering yourself and ogling at his chest.

"Fuck…" he breathed out, running his fingers through his hair and looking at himself in the foggy mirror, the tired, broken stare of a being he could barely consider a man staring back at him.

After a few more moments of staring at himself he couldn't bear it anymore, grabbing his discarded balaclava and pulling it over his what he considered broken face, his other clothes continuing as he did his best to cover every single patch of skin he could, hand landing on the doorknob once he was finished and asking for confirmation.

You'd about finished putting on the shirt when he'd piped up from inside, letting out a small "you can." before he opened the door again, face now covered and eyes darting down at the oversized shirt you'd pulled over your bottoms, closing it behind him.

"Didn't know you'd be changin'." He grumbled, his way of apologising without saying the exact words, eyes scanning the band on your shirt. "Y'like Joy Division?"

"Huh?" You looked down at the shirt, straightening it out to properly look at the band you'd forgotten was plastered on the front, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, they're good. I'm, uh, not the biggest fan. This was my boyfriend's."

"Boyfriend?" He spat out, almost with malice.

"Ex." You clarified, pulling at the ends of your shirt out of nerves, the way he was staring down at you reminiscent of how you'd assume higher ups looked down at their soldiers when they were in the wrong.

"Right." He grunted, looking away from you and training his stare at the bedroom door, nodding towards it. "'M gonna go check on Tom."

He brushed past you, leaving you standing in the middle of your bedroom twiddling your thumbs, confused and embarrassed due to the interaction you'd just shared.

You walked into the kitchen, stopping in your tracks when you noted that the dishes you'd left last night after Simon had brought take away had been cleaned right up, the plastic bowls from the curry thrown away in the recycling along with the other trash you'd used when making Tommy formula (you resorted to using that instead of pumping or breastfeeding when Simon was over).

God, now you felt even worse for what had happened last night.

You rubbed your hands all over your face, digging your nails into your scalp as you ran them through your hair, snapping your head up as your heard your son giggle, going back a few steps to look through the crack of the door, your chest tightening as you watched Simon feed Tommy, murmuring a string of words you were too far away to understand.

Fuck, you really felt awful.

You pulled out a few ingredients, acting almost on autopilot as you fried the sausages and toasted the bread, making his tea subconsciously the way you know he liked it (he'd never forced you to make tea, you'd seen the sticker on a takeaway cup he'd left on the counter), and pouring it into the cup he always used.

"You didn't have to." Simon mumbled as he walked out of the nursery, holding the empty bottle of milk in one hand and a plastic bag with a dirty nappy in the other, looking down at the plate of food you'd made him.

"I wanted to." You mumbled, taking a bite out of your own buttered toast as you watched him walk around the kitchen, throwing away the bag and cleaning out the bottle before starting on his breakfast, standing at the island instead of sitting like you were. "As thanks. For, uhm, cleaning up."

"It was nothin' deserving of this." He mumbled underneath his breath, shoving a spoonful of the baked beans into his mouth, now visible thanks to him pulling up his balaclava, the taste of the normal breakfast he'd have at whatever café he normally went to complete shit compared to yours.

"It's fine. I went a little overboard, it's been a while since I've cooked for someone."

He let out an amused huff, nodding his head. "Yeah, babies don' really need a full brekkie."

You both went silent after that, your eyes looking around at everything but at him, secretly hoping that he was enjoying the food, wishing you would've put on the radio or the news so you weren't sitting in complete silence.

The tapping of his fingers against the counter finally pulled your gaze towards him, watching him carefully as you continued to eat.

"Laswell called."

Laswell?

The face you made must've made him realise you had no idea who he was talking about, his hand coming up to grab the mug of tea and take a long sip before speaking again.

"Station Chief Laswell." You nodded along, hoping that he'd believe that you actually knew what he was saying. "She's got a mission f'us."

Oh.

"When?" You spoke out, a bit choked up as you tried your best to focus on the food instead, you always got unexplainably nervous when he left for a mission, despite the fact that he always came back.

"Gotta be there by 1."

You turned to look at the time on the microwave, the 09:00 displayed there striking unexplainable fear in you.

"You should get going, then."

"I should."

Neither one of you moved.

"Did you say goodbye to Tommy?"

"I did." He took a final sip of his tea, placing the cup down and turning to look at the nursery, the strangling pain he felt every time he left you coming back to haunt him. "Changed his nappy too. Like y'taught me."

You smiled at the memory. A few days after he'd first shown up you'd tried your best to teach him how to change Tommy and you'd gone through almost 10 nappies by the time he'd been able to put one decent enough (you'd quickly changed it yourself after he'd turned around, you didn't want the nappy to cut off your baby's circulation), so you hoped that he'd actually done it properly this time.

"Thank you…" You offered him a small smile, looking down at your own cuppa, wrapping your arms around the now lukewarm mug. "Go get ready. I'll clean up."

Simon really didn't want to, he wanted to continue standing there talking to you, gazing at your tired face and how cute you looked taking small bites out of the food you'd made that you'd undoubtedly wouldn't finish and would slide over to him like you'd done all those times before.

But he couldn't. He was a soldier. One that was trained to kill and follow orders no matter what and no matter the circumstance, one that would be laughed at if he called in saying he wanted to stay with- well, whatever you were to him.

He was about to zip up the duffle bag he'd left in your room during his small stay when he caught a glimpse of something he'd forgotten about.

The gun was relatively light in his hand, one that was smaller than the ones he was used to carrying out in the field, but could quickly figure out how to use in the span of a millisecond.

He called out your name, rapping his knuckles against the counter to catch your attention, raising his arms in surrender as fear filled your face, dropping the plate into the sink and taking a step back as soon as you caught sight of the gun.

"Simon! What the fu-"

"It's not loaded." His other hand waved around the magazine, placing them both down on the island in front of you both. "I'm not going to use it."

"I would fucking hope so!" You cried out, wiping off the soap suds on a towel and pressing your back into the counter, gripping the edge of it as if he was really threatening you with the gun.

"Do you know how to shoot one?"

You shook your head. You'd never even seen one this close apart from the rare policemen that carried one, let alone held one.

"Come." He picked them two items up, walking back into your room and waiting for you at the door to follow, worried about what he was planning on doing. "Where would you keep a gun?"

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, once again expressing your confusion with a single stare before turning to the bedside table closest to the side you normally slept in, pulling the drawer out and immediately growing warm as you gazed down at the string of condoms along with some other items.

"Here, I suppose…" You watched him sit down on the bed, the mattress immediately sinking beneath his weight as he raised the gun and magazine up into your line of view.

"Take it."

You shakily did as he said, the gun feeling heavy in your palms in contrast to how easy it had felt for Simon, turning it around a few times as he continued to speak, pointing out every single detail and part of what he had soon let you know was a Glock.

"It's the one most policemen carry. Not very heavy, but still capable of takin' down a man." He murmured, almost letting out a chuckle as he took the gun and cocked it, making you jump at the sudden sound.

"Why would I want to take down a man?" You asked tentatively, taking it back from him and trying to fit in the magazine like he'd instructed you to.

A warm hand came up to cover yours, stopping you in your tracks and allowing him to get up and take the firearm from you, pulling out the magazine and placing them both in the drawer, trying his best to ignore the other items that were scattered around.

"Listen to me." He turned his head as he slammed the drawer shut, staring directly into your eyes to make sure that you were paying attention. "I cannot ensure your safety while I'm gone. There's tons of fucked up people who'd take whatever change to tear me down and would not think twice about using you or Tommy to do so. This is just in case. You only use this if you or Tommy are in imminent danger. If there is someone threatening any of you, you do not hesitate, you take the gun and use it."

Use it.

Use it!?

His hand came up to cup at your cheek, pulling you out of your swarming thoughts so he could be sure you were listening.

"I- Simon, I can't- I'll go to jail if I use it, I can't-"

"You won't." He interrupted, shaking his head. "I won't let them. You're under my protection, this is just in case of emergency when I'm not around."

You nodded, not knowing what else to do, the gun that had been in your hands mere moments ago feeling like a burden despite it being locked away.

"Oi. Lovie, look at me."

That immediately caught your attention.

"Tell me you understand."

Your mouth had gone dry, the combination of the shock behind his little surprise and the nickname that had slipped out of his mouth proving to be too much to handle.

"Tell me. You understand."

You took a deep breath, nodding your head. "I understand, Simon."

Even after he'd left, you couldn't shake yourself off that foreboding feeling, terrified that the moment where you'd have to use the gun would arrive sometime soon, the thought of you or Tommy coming into danger while Simon wasn't around enough to make you want to crumble into tiny pieces.

You'd stood by the door like you always did, although this time Tommy was fast asleep in his crib and your arms were empty, leaving you to say goodbye to Simon (although looking up into his eyes, you knew he wasn't Simon anymore) all by yourself.

"When d'you think you'll be back?" You whispered as he opened the door, not wanting to disturb any of the neighbours that might be loitering around (despite knowing that news about the terrifying man that resided in your apartment had travelled quick after he'd threatened your neighbour), handing him his jacket.

"A week, tops. I'll send you a text as soon as I know." He grunted, shoving on his jacket before pulling up his duffle bag, swinging it over his shoulder. "You need anythin', you call base, okay? They'll relay the message if it's necessary."

He'd given you the number to his base a few weeks ago, but you knew you'd never have the heart to call it, too embarrassed that the little problem you were currently having was nothing compared to what Simon was going through, and you didn't want to disturb any of his work if it really wasn't that important.

"Sent you money this morning. You got enough for a month." He went through his mental list of everything he should say to you before going, leaning against the door frame and looking down at you through heavy eyelids. "Get some takeout, don't strain yourself any more than you already are. Doctor said you should take it easy."

You dismissed the urge to roll your eyes, cursing yourself out for even allowing him to take you to the doctor in the first place and listen in.

"I know. I'll be fine, Simon. You just worry about yourself."

"Always do." He said, nodding his head as a form of goodbye before pushing himself off the doorframe, heading towards the elevator and leaving you standing there, only closing the door when you heard the front door close from all the way downstairs.

— I think he misses you.

— Won't let go of the teddy bear even though it's all dirty :(.

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God, if Simon wasn't wearing his mask he was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to contain his smile, zooming into the picture you'd sent him of your small boy lying in your bed fast asleep cuddling the little plushie he'd gifted him.

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— More.

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He hoped you understood what you meant by that, and by the way a few more pictures loaded in within seconds, he was glad you did.

He had to print some of those.

He'd once made a joke about one of the soldiers who wore a picture of their beloved in a small locket to Soap, commenting how it reminded him of the soldiers in WWI, when they were really just on their way to disarm a bomb.

But now he felt the need to have some type picture of you both or trinket that you'd given him right in the pocket over his heart, one that he could easily pull out in the middle of a mission to remind himself of why he was doing this, of why he couldn't let himself get caught by the enemy, of why he always had to come back to you.

He couldn't even bear the thought of his dog tags arriving at your doorstep instead of him one fateful day.

"Your nephew?"

Ghost snapped his head up, meeting the curious gaze of his captain and the bright orange tip of his cigar. "What?"

"Your nephew." Price gestured towards his lieutenant's phone, where the picture of Tommy drooling around one of his toys was still displayed. "You told me about him once at that bar in Vienna. What's his name?"

"Joseph." Ghost answered, shaking his head. "No, he's… Not a baby anymore. Must be a bloody teenager by now."

Price hummed, taking another puff from his cigar before looking away, squinting his eyes from the sun, wishing he'd been as smart as Ghost by bringing a pair of sunglasses.

"So."

"So?"

"Who's he, then?" Once again, the captain looked down at the dimly lit picture, where he could barely make out the features of the little boy, but by the onesie and plushie, he was able to decipher the not so difficult puzzle.

"He's…" Ghost trailed off, taking one last look at the picture before turning off his phone, sliding it into one of his pockets and crossing his arms over his chest. "No-one."

"No-one?" Price huffed out, amused. "So you just have pictures of random babies on your phone, is that it, Lieutenant?"

Ghost flared up at his captain, the frown obscured by the sunglasses he'd put on after the clouds had dispersed, but by the way his body had tensed, Price could only assume he'd pissed him off.

"Name's Tommy. That's all you're getting." He grunted out, looking away from the older man like a child admitting to something embarrassing.

"Like your brother?" Price commented, letting out a groan before sitting down on the wall next to Ghost. "Isn't that a coincidence?"

"No, she didn' know when she named-" Ghost stopped himself from saying anything further, the slip of the tongue already having revealed the existence of a 'she', and he did not want to say any more.

"'She'?" Price grinned, blowing out some of the smoke before bringing his cigar up to his lips. "Come on, Simon. We're not on duty, are we? Not your captain right now."

He'd promised himself to keep quiet. He couldn't have anyone find out about you or Tommy, he couldn't risk having that information out in the open, his weakness out there for everyone to know.

But Price… Well, Price was different. He'd saved him multiple times across the span of time he'd spent working for the army, he'd been the one to pull him out of the deepest of holes, the one to trust him enough to allow him to join the 141.

They trusted each other.

"She's… I don't know." He let his head cock back, looking up at the forming clouds. "I knocked her up."

"Fuckin' hell, Simon." Price breathed out along with some smoke, turning to look at him with a sort of horrified and disappointed stare. "You're a dad?"

"Yeah."

"Christ, you're makin' me feel fucking old." He grumbled, taking the phone from Ghost as he handed it over, squinting at the dimly lit screen. "Cute little bugger, isn't he?"

Ghost smiled beneath his mask, watching Price scroll through the countless pictures you'd sent him across the month he'd been back, resisting the embarrassing urge to point out small details of every picture like an art major in a museum, instead keeping quiet and itching slowly to grab his phone back.

"Think you're a good dad?" Price asked, taking Ghost back a bit as he slid his phone back into the confines of his pocket, shrugging his shoulders as he squinted at two figures in the distance.

"Not the worst. Don't think he's got the mental capability to recognise if I'm good or bad to 'im. Least he doesn't cry every time he sees me." He breathed out a chuckle, snapping his mouth shut as he saw Soap and Gaz approach, the conversation sizzling away as they plopped down next to them both.

As the others started talking about another topic, Ghost thought about the question he'd been asked before more in-depth.

He wasn't a bad father, right?

He wasn't like… that.

Simon would be caught dead before even thinking of inflicting onto Tommy the same pain his own father had inflicted onto his family.

Imagining his small boy going through the same trauma, the same horror, the same fear he'd felt during his childhood was enough to tear his cold heart apart.

And he'd never treat you like his father had treated his mother, he'd never subdue you to the same pain she went through every day, he wouldn't let himself fall into the circle of abuse that had started way before his own father.

And Simon wasn't perfect. He knew that.

But he wouldn't stoop as low as his father had during the beginning of his life, where instead of the love and care a child was supposed to receive from his parents, he received the abuse and pain that no one deserved.

Just like him.

He closed his eyes as he remembered the burning shouts as his father berated him, always comparing the both of them and forcing Simon into tears, the mere thought of ending up as horrible as his father reducing him to sobs.

Even now, he still felt sick when he'd stare at the pictures of his father his mother still kept around her room in the nursing home, horrified whenever she'd point out their similar eyes and same blond hair.

But he wouldn't end like that. Despite whatever physical similarity he shared with his father, they had nothing in common personality wise.

Simon wasn't a monster.

He wouldn't hurt you or Tommy.

He wouldn't let anyone hurt you or Tommy.

He was a protector, a soldier trained to serve his country and the civilians who resided within it.

And he would protect. No matter what.

"S'alright, lovie… Jus' me."

"Simon…" You breathed out, letting your eyes flutter closed as his hands roamed the exposed skin of your chest, broken lips pressing kisses the whole way up to your jaw.

"That's it… Such a good girl f'me… Pretty, pretty girl." His warm hands cupped at your chest, pulling another whine out of you as he toyed with your breasts. "My good girl, right?"

"Mhm…" You mumbled, letting your head loll back onto Simon's shoulder and look up at him through tear covered eyelashes, your brain not functioning properly to process the blurred mass of what you assumed was a man's face staring down at you with those beautiful eyes, his breath hitting your lips as he leaned down to press the kiss you'd been longing for for so goddamn long—

Your body jolted awake, an uncomfortable ache between your legs quickly making itself known as you tossed around in your messy bed, brows furrowed as your brain tried to catch up with your suddenly awakened body.

What had you even been dreaming about?

You rubbed at your eyes with your wrists, digging them deep enough so you saw a few blinding colours, letting go and resorting to staring up at the ceiling.

You didn't even bother checking your phone, already knowing that the only notifications you would have received in the few hours you'd spent asleep were the ones from the dating apps you still didn't have the energy to delete.

None from Simon, of course. He'd been gone for over two weeks by now, which wasn't surprising, since he had let you know that this mission would be a long one and had warned you in advance.

Considering the last mission he'd gone on was almost a month ago (and had only lasted a few days, you think he finished as soon as he could to be back with Tommy, by the way he'd barreled through the house to get to the nursery) and that you and Tommy had gotten him all to yourself for about two weeks straight, you'd expected him to be called sooner or later.

You weren't really looking forward to him coming back, since you'd have to break the news to him that he'd missed Tommy's first attempts to sit up without support and the success that came after.

Luckily, you'd filmed most of it, although you did end up throwing the phone on the sofa to congratulate your son personally, pressing kisses to his chubby rolls and listening to him giggle before accidentally helping him fall back onto your bed, causing him to burst out crying.

Okay, well, maybe you could just edit the final part out.

You were pulling the covers over yourself, snuggling back into the warmth of your mattress before attempting to close your eyes and fall back asleep (hopefully to return to whatever dream you'd been having before), when the sound of the creek of your floorboards snapped you out of it.

Your heart stopped, listening out for any further sounds, breath hitching in your throat as what you feared you'd heard continued, recognising the footsteps going from the living room into the kitchen.

You leaned over to your phone, hoping to God that Simon had finished the mission early and had sent you a quick message telling you he'd be coming back soon, but as you unlocked the phone…

Nothing.

So whoever was walking around your house was not Simon.

You heard muffled whispers, too quiet for you to understand but loud enough to send a cold shiver down your spine.

It terrified you. That cemented the fact that there was actually someone in your home, walking around like it was nothing.

But there was more than one voice. Two. Or was it more?

You assumed the sound that had woken you up had been the door opening, which inflicted even more fear into you at the thought that they must have had a key instead of knocking your door down since the sound hadn't been enough to stick with you after pulling you awake.

Your eyes instinctively darted over to the bedside table, where Simon's gun still laid untouched every since he'd "gifted" it to you, staying frozen until one pair of feet got a bit too close to your door, mind racing and adrenaline pumping through your veins as you scrambled to open the drawer as quietly as possible and pull out the gun and mag with shaky hands, carefully pushing it in before cocking it, hissing at the loud sound it made.

You stepped out of bed, body shaking as you neared the door with the heavy gun in your hand, listening out carefully for what they could be saying.

"—ce gaf. Didn' expect this from ya."

"You're a classy one aren't — your sofa?"

The voices were broken and muffled, leaving your brain to try its best to complete them.

God, this was terrifying. You could feel your whole body shaking, waiting for the moment where it could give out.

It's okay. Deep breaths.

You can do this.

The doorknob rattled, the moment it twisted seemingly happening in slow motion, your heart skipping a beat before you raised your gun up to the attacker, finger grabbing at the trigger just in case they made a dangerous move on you, your frantic eyes meeting the surprised ones of the man you were currently pointing a gun at (which you'd never used before, mind you).

"Steamin' fuckin'-"

You didn't even have time to react before his arm instinctively raised towards you, hand grasping at your throat in an instant, like the only thing he'd been taught to do was to kill.

"What the fuck are you doing!?"

You heard a familiar voice roar as the hand tightened around your throat, the gun now abandoned at your feet as your hands scratched and tugged at your attacker's hand.

The last thing you saw before your eyes clouded over was the large shadow coming up from behind your assailant, their face one that despite the tears that blurred your vision you could tell was ready to rip apart someone.

You didn't even have time to think if it was going to be you or his partner.

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[kathlare]

silent encounter

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie, after attending a birthday party, is about to leave when she unexpectedly runs into Lando. The tension between them, built from past events, hangs in the air as they have an awkward, unspoken encounter.

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: just fluff

request over here!

July 16th, 2023 - Monte Carlos, Monaco

The soft hum of laughter and chatter echoed through the spacious villa, blending with the scent of fresh flowers and the faint remnants of party decorations that had yet to be taken down. It was a warm summer evening, and Amelie was standing near the front door, gathering her things. She had spent the last few hours at Penelope's birthday party, surrounded by familiar faces and the occasional unfamiliar one, and she was more than ready to leave.

—Amelie, darling, don't be a stranger,— Kelly said warmly, her voice a soft contrast to the noise of the celebration. She pulled Amelie into a hug, the older woman’s perfume mingling with the faint traces of the night’s festivities. —It was so lovely having you here.—

Amelie smiled, her lips curling gently. —I know, Kelly. Thank you for inviting me,— she replied, hugging her back before pulling away. —And please, say happy birthday to Penelope for me.—

—I will, I will,— Kelly said, waving a hand dismissively. —You have a safe flight back, okay? And make sure to keep in touch!—

Amelie nodded, slipping on her light jacket as she took a step back towards the door. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, and the stars had begun to twinkle faintly in the sky, casting a serene glow over the garden.Before she could leave, Penelope came running up to her, a wide grin on her face. The birthday girl, still glowing from the excitement of the day, threw her arms around Amelie in an enthusiastic hug.

—Amelie, thank you for coming!— Penelope said, her voice high-pitched with excitement. —You're like, the best! You have to come back and play again next time!—

Amelie chuckled, ruffling Penelope's hair. —Of course, I’ll be back. You take care, alright?— She gave the girl one final squeeze before waving goodbye to both Kelly and Penelope and stepping outside.

The night air hit her skin as she walked toward her car, the sound of footsteps crunching on gravel echoing behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, half expecting it to be someone from the party running to say one last goodbye, but instead, her heart stuttered in her chest as she saw him.

Lando Norris, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, was walking toward the front door of the villa, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He had just arrived, his presence unmistakable even in the dim light. For a moment, she froze. He hadn't noticed her yet, but her stomach twisted, and her mind flashed back to the last time they were in the same room together.

The last time they’d seen each other in Abu Dhabi, the tension had been so thick between them that neither of them could pretend things were normal. It was months ago, but the memories still lingered, unresolved. They hadn't spoken since.

Amelie turned away, her grip tightening on the handle of her car door. She wanted to leave. She should leave. But there was something about his presence that kept her rooted to the spot.

Max Verstappen appeared from the shadows just then, his presence instantly recognizable. He gave Lando a tight, purposeful grin. —Hey, mate, I was just looking for you,— Max said, clapping Lando on the back in a friendly but pointed gesture. —You don’t mind if we chat for a bit, do you? Maybe grab a drink?—

Lando looked momentarily confused, then gave Max an almost reluctant nod. —Yeah, sure,— he muttered, his gaze darting over Max’s shoulder.

Amelie stood still, the air between them charged with an unspoken tension, her heart thudding a little louder than she liked. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to turn around and face him, or if she should just keep her distance and leave. After all, they hadn’t spoken in months. There was no point in pretending everything was fine.

Max, seemingly unaware of the battle unfolding between Lando and Amelie, led Lando off to the side of the driveway, out of her immediate view. He was trying to buy them both some time, to make sure they didn’t have to cross paths—not tonight, anyway.

Lando’s footsteps echoed behind Max as they moved toward the bar area just outside the villa. But Amelie knew, even without seeing him, that Lando’s presence was like a weight in the air. She could feel it.

Her grip on the door handle loosened, and she glanced back one last time, her eyes searching the shadows. She was about to slide into the car when, just as she was about to make her escape, Lando’s voice cut through the night like a knife.

—Amelie?—

Her name on his lips felt foreign, the way it always had after everything that had happened between them. The way he said it now felt like a test—like he wasn’t sure whether or not she would turn around. There was a pause, a beat that felt like hours before she let out a shaky breath and slowly, reluctantly, turned around.

Lando had stopped a few steps behind Max, his hands still shoved in his pockets, his face frozen in an awkward mask of uncertainty. Their eyes met, and it felt like the world around them disappeared for a split second, the sounds of the party fading into the background. It was just the two of them, standing there in the quiet of the night, an ocean of unsaid things between them.

He swallowed hard. —Hey,— he said, his voice a little too loud in the silence. He cleared his throat, his gaze flickering to Max, who had made himself conveniently busy with his phone. —You alright?—

Amelie blinked, her throat dry as she took in the sight of him. His hair was messier than usual, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that made her want to look away. She was suddenly very aware of how close they were, the distance between them now feeling like nothing at all.

—Yeah,— she replied flatly, forcing herself to sound casual. —I’m good. Just... leaving. You know. Busy schedule and all that.— She gave him a tight smile, hoping to make it sound less awkward than it felt. She didn’t know what else to say.

Lando shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable. He looked at Max again, who was still pretending to be occupied with his phone, and then back at Amelie. The silence between them stretched on, thick and heavy, like there was so much more they both wanted to say but couldn’t quite bring themselves to.

—Right...— Lando muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. —Well, uh... I guess I’ll see you around, yeah?—

The words felt forced, like an attempt at normalcy that neither of them was capable of pulling off. Amelie bit her lip, trying to find something, anything to say that didn’t sound completely stupid. Her mind was racing, but her words were stuck.

—Yeah, maybe,— she finally managed, her voice quieter now. She didn’t want to linger, didn’t want to stand there anymore, trapped in this awkward space between them. It wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It wasn’t how they’d ever planned for it to end up.

With a final, fleeting glance at him, Amelie slipped into the car, the door shutting behind her with a soft thud. She didn’t look back.

Lando stood there for a moment, his eyes fixed on the spot where she had been, his chest tightening as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Max, ever the observant one, noticed the tension between them.

—What was that about?— Max asked, lowering his phone and arching an eyebrow as he turned to face his friend.

Lando shook his head, trying to shake off the heavy feeling that had settled in his stomach. —Nothing,— he muttered, his voice low, distant. —Just... weird. I don’t know.—

Max gave him a knowing look, but said nothing. Lando didn’t need to hear it, not right now. He wasn’t sure what to feel, or even what he should feel.

As the car drove off into the night, Lando stood there for a moment longer, watching the taillights fade into the distance. His mind was still buzzing, spinning with thoughts he didn’t want to have, memories he didn’t want to face.

What if... What if things had been different?

What if they hadn’t ended like that?

What if they had never let it slip away in the first place?

But the night was already slipping into the past, and so was the chance for answers.

[lees-chaotic-brain]

this is for your event 🗣️🗣️

here me out.. gojo fic abt the song tell your girlfriend by lay banks. something like having a crush on gojo and he likes reader too but reader and gojo are with other people. idc who readers boyfriend is🫣

WC: 1.7k

CW: alcohol consumption (all characters of age), swearing, cheating (see above ask for details), female pronouns (reader referred to as girlfriend), not beta read AT ALL, reader is a bit of a crybaby lol

Note: thanks for sending an ask in emi!!! also, this song is fire i was literally jamming the entire time i was writing. also, sorry if you wanted this to be more true to the vibe of the song. i kind of interpreted it my own way and rolled with it lmao

listen to this while reading

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You loved your boyfriend, right? You had only been dating four months, but you wouldn’t have dated someone if you didn’t have feelings for him. Sure, he could be a little aloof, and a little rude, but he had his moments when he was sweet and caring. So why did you find yourself thinking of someone else?

During the day when the sun was out and you were thinking rationally you could convince yourself that you truly cared for him, but at night under the low lighting of the bar all bets were off. When you were a few shots past tipsy and your thinking was slowed, why did another face keep coming to mind.? 

Initially, I wouldn't do this

Hennessy pourin' and shit gettin' fluid

And you never intended to cheat. And you definitely never intended to fall for your best friend who was also dating someone else. But when you spent time with him, or when he shot a flirtatious wink from across the room he ignited a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. A swarm of butterflies that went into hibernation when you were around your boyfriend.

You knew it was wrong, that you shouldn’t feel the way you did, but with the heavy beat of the bass coursing through you and cognac warming your insides your traitorous heart finally decided what it was Gojo Satoru made you feel. Desire. And…love. Oh shit, that wasn’t good.

Suddenly feeling a bit ill, you waved your concerned friend off and staggered outside to get some fresh air. Taking deep gulps of fresh air, you stepped into an alley to get some privacy so you could collect your thoughts. You wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to ward off the chill of the night seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes.

As you stand there shivering, your thoughts are interrupted by a warm jacket being wrapped around your shoulders. Spinning around, you find yourself face to face with the one person you absolutely did not want to see at the moment. Confronted by the appearance of your best friend, you can’t help but start crying. It’s stupid, you know, but as soon as you lay eyes on him the shock of your realization wears off and your emotions kick in.

“Oh my god, hey, are you okay?” He panics, grabbing your shoulders and peering into your face concerned. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong??”

His care only serves to make you cry harder. Why? Why did he have to be like this? Couldn’t he just be a bad friend and ignore you? It would be so much easier that way. Unsure what to do, he pulls you into a hug, patting you on the back.

“Hey. It’s okay. I got you. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” You can't take it anymore. You both are dating other people, and you are definitely finding too much comfort in his arms. Pushing him away, you avert your gaze.

“You, okay? You’re my problem. Can you just leave me alone please?”

His brow furrows. “What do you mean ‘me?’ Did I do something? Also, I’m not leaving you outside by yourself at this time of night. Please, can’t you just talk to me? Whatever I did I-”

“I just realized I’m in love with you, okay?!” Your voice rings out in the stillness of the alley, and you clap your hands over your mouth, horrified. “Wait, I-”

You’re cut off by him gently taking your face in his hands and slotting his lips against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet; filled with years of longing and suppressed feelings pouring from each of you. It feels like home. It feels like love. It feels right, but you know it isn’t. Pushing him back, you stare at him wide-eyed, your chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“What…what was that?”

We was just friends, but then came in Cupid

The tension was buildin', we had to pursue it

“I like you too.” He blurts in lieu of answering your question. Then he pauses and corrects himself. “Actually I’m in love with you. I have been for a while. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”

Unsure of what to do or say, you just start laughing, because the two of you were idiots. You were best friends who supposedly knew everything about each other. Except for the fact that you were each in love with the other, apparently. Oh my god you were in love with your best friend and he was in love with you. Your laughter became tinged with hysteria as you remembered that you had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend. 

Tears filled your waterline. “Oh my god Toru what are we doing? I have a boyfriend!! And you have a girlfriend! We can’t be doing this…”

“Why not?” He gently cups your face in his palms and brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “Break up with your boyfriend. Be with me. My girlfriend isn’t a problem. She’s known about my feelings for you from the start. She’s in love with someone else too and we’ve just been using each other as a distraction. There’s nothing in our way.”

Standing in that alley with his vivid blue eyes on yours, you couldn’t help but believe him. What if he was right. What if the two of you really were meant to be?”

What it's been with us this whole time

Taking a deep breath, you step back, and out of his reach. If you were going to think about this rationally, you couldn’t be so close to him. You push your hair back out of your eyes and tilt your head back. He watches you from where he is, knowing that you need space to sort out your emotions and thoughts. After a few minutes you turn back to him.

“Alright. The first thing I’m going to do is break up with my boyfriend and apologize. After that, I’m not sure. I don’t want to make you any promises, because I’m not really sure of anything. The only thing I know is that I won’t be able to live with myself if I don't break up with him, because he doesn’t deserve to be hurt or deceived. Okay?��

“That’s fine.” Satoru says simply, looking at you with so much affection it hurts. “I’ve waited for you so long, a little while longer isn’t going to do me any harm.”

Your eyes soften. “Thanks. Now, I’m going to head back in, okay?” He steps aside, allowing you to pass. Heading back into the party, you feel nauseous, but you head up to your boyfriend.

Because if you ever want to be with Satoru, your relationship can’t start with deception.

'Cause I don't wanna live a lie, lie, lie

An hour and one extremely difficult conversation later found you sitting on a park bench with your head in your hands crying. Surprisingly, your now ex-boyfriend had been very understanding and kind about it. While he was clearly hurt and holding back tears, he had told you that he just wanted you to be happy, and that he was okay with it.

After reassuring you that he wasn’t angry, he hugged you one last time, wished you well, and walked away. Unable to stop crying, you were overwhelmed by a sense of relief, but at the same time guilt. So you had told your boyfriend. What now?

Should tell my boyfriend what I been doin'

The weeks after your breakup were tough. You told Satoru you needed time to yourself, because even though you logically knew that you shouldn’t feel bad, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. You felt like if you started dating him now, it would be unfair to your ex, and that you should at least wait a little while.

You also discussed the matter of his girlfriend, and decided that it was okay for him to remain with her until you were ready, as the two of them were friends and he was helping her make her crush jealous. You didn’t mind him helping her, especially since you were making him wait and overcomplicating things.

You told Gojo as much, and decided that for the time being the two of you would remain friends until you were ready. You just needed a little time to figure yourself out. But you knew that you wanted to be with him. Just not right that second.

Took a break, had to focus on some me time

We can keep it low-key for the meantime

A couple months passed, and you went on with your life. Everything was normal, and you tried to push your thought of Satoru away, preferring to procrastinate on talking to him as long as possible. 

Until one night, when you were cleaning your room and found a box of photos from your high school days with him. Going through them, you felt a sense of nostalgia, and affection. And suddenly you missed him. You missed him so bad it hurt. You needed him by your side, and you needed him as more than a friend.

Hit by this revelation, you sat there for a moment, stunned, before leaping up and grabbing your car keys. Driving well above the speed limit, you rushed to his house and banged on his door. Was it sometime after midnight? Yes. Did you really care? No.

You heard his groggy voice say something about waiting one moment, then the door swung open. And there he stood, right in front of you in all his sleepy glory. But as soon as his eyes landed on you they widened and all traces of sleep disappeared from them.

“[Y/N]! What are you doing here? It’s-” You interrupt him, tears already pouring down your face as you beam up at him.

“I love you. I’m ready to be your girlfriend now.”

Go tell your girlfriend that I'm your girlfriend (oh, oh)

[randomlifex]

Sunshine and storm

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Go Kyungjun x fem!reader

Plot:the sun shines and the storm doesn’t understand why he likes it, but when his clouds will cover her rays, he’ll do anything to make the sun shine again

Warnings:bad language

Please notice:in this timeline Seun hasn’t died yet so there’s no game going on

This story is a request

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The spring weather was approaching, the temperature rose and birds had finally begun to sing all day long.

“What a great day! -you exclaimed, hugging Seun, your friend- and in a few weeks cherry flowers will blossom! Finally my favourite colour will be everywhere again!” you clapped

Seun smiled, putting her book on the desk, then she watched as you sat next to her:

“How can you be always in such a good mood?” she asked

“How can you not be when it’s spring! It’s the season of blooming. Birds sing all day and animals come out from their hibernation”

“You make me nauseous” Kyungjun popped out from nowhere,sitting with Seungbin right behind you. You rolled your eyes hopelessly:knowing how he was, you didn’t expect him to appreciate the cute little things of life

“Man you gotta smile more, you’re always so angry. The situation is getting serious” you mumbled as the teacher came in

“You don’t wanna see me angry, do you, Snow white?” he hit the back of your head with a pen, making you groan in pain, then he shifted into the “I don’t care about the lesson” mood,texting…or at least that was what you thought.

The truth was that Kyungjun spent the whole class staring at you. He had been doing so a lot in the past weeks, shifting his eyes away only when you noticed it. He didn’t know why, but there was something leading him to you, even if he hated it, and acted like the meanest person on earth (not that he was nice, but he had never put you into troubles).

He wasn’t used to it, nor to your constant happy mood; and since those feelings were unknown to him he would find any reason to come for you, even when you were doing nothing besides being a nice teammate.

That day your team had been pretty unlucky:the teacher had decided the members on her own, meaning that if you had to play with good athletes like Hyunho and Kyungjun himself, who was the captain, you had to put up also with those, like Sungpyo and Yoonseo, who were terrible at PE.

She got called out lots of times by everyone, but to Kyungjun the real problem was Sungpyo; or better, he was the victim whose ass was supposed to be constantly beaten in order to scare everyone and get great results.

Hyunho tried many times to stop the bully, but he eventually got kicked out due to a so called “litigious behaviour” ; so, in order to calm everyone down, you tried to spread positivity, like you always used to do.

“It’s okay, next time we’ll score something”

“It can happen, I made mistakes too”

“Don’t think about it and let’s have fun! It’s about having a good time, not winning”

You were dispensing smiles and comfort as you saw that someone was actually on the edge of tears, but Kyungjun got even more mad:

“Ya! Yn! -he called you in the middle of the first break- what the fuck are you doing?!” he was yelling, his eyes burning like fire

“What…what do you mean?” You asked, a little bit scared

“What do I mean? Do you think that’s how you make a shitty team work?!”

“I’m just trying to be positive…they’re all stressed out…” you justified yourself

“Really? -he laughed- are you fucking kidding me?! “Trying to be positive”…bullshit. Do you know what you can do with your stupid positivity? Go home and stay there. Idiot” he scoffed

“But…”

“No buts. You’re getting on my nerves. What’s so funny to be constantly smiling and laughing? Uh? Come on tell me! Be serious for once, and let the captain be the captain. Go to the back lines, you suck anyway in the front” he shrugged his shoulders, pointing to the back of the field.

You looked around you, realising that everyone was staring, the your eyes rested on Kyungjun:

“You know what? -you were holding your tears back- fuck you and this stupid game! Get a new player to cover your shitty back lines. Asshole!” you yelled, running away to hide in the first empty classroom you had found.

Kyungjung looked at you:something inside him shattered as soon as he realised you were terribly hurt. “Did I…did I cover the sunshine with my clouds?” he asked himself, feeling guilty as hell.

You spent the whole lesson crying in a corner of the room, next to the blackboard, suffocating your sobs in order to not be found by anyone. You didn’t want people to see you in those conditions, you had promised yourself to be always happy to make everyone around you happy as well. Your friends used to call you “sunshine” for a reason, and you loved it, just like you loved keeping up your good mood. Why Kyungjun had to ruin everything? You hated him. He was always so mad, so mumbling, so rude…was it so hard for him to relax at least once? And if it was, who allowed him to ruin everyone’s mood? No one!

The more you thought about it, the more you felt sad. You kept seeing his angry face, and his yells wouldn’t stop resonating in your mind. You brought your knees to your chest, hiding your face in the cloth of your tracksuit…until you heard someone.

A hand rested on your leg, squeezing it. You rose your head, seeing Kyungjun kneeling in front of you.

“Go away” you scoffed

“You need to see something”

“I don’t want to. Leave me alone”

“It’s urgent. Come on” he grabbed your arm, forcing you to follow him to the backyard.

“I swear to God if it’s something stupid…” you weren’t even able to finish the phrase as wonder got your mouth to open wide

“You tell me if that’s something stupid to you” Kyungjun said, carelessly.

You didn’t know what to answer, you were too busy staring at the flowering cherry blossom in front of you…the first of the season.

“When did you find it?” you asked, grabbing the boy’s arm

“Yesterday, during the break”

“Why didn’t you show it to me?!” sadness had already left your body. It took nothing to make you happy, Kyungjun thought, but he was okay with that. He didn’t want to see you crying ever again.

“I wanted to, but I forgot. That’s just a stupid tree after all…” he shrugged his shoulders, hiding a smile

“That’s not! -you started jumping- that’s the first cherry blossom of the season!!” you then exclaimed, taking a bunch of pictures.

“You good now?” he asked, still cold. His facade was hard to fall.

“What do you mean?” you blinked

“Are you okay now? You were crying…”

“Yes, I cried cuz you’re a rude asshole” you crossed your arms, giving him your back.

Kyungjun stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulder:

“I crossed the line…” he talked

For a second you were surprised…was he apologising for the first time in his life?!

“But you got me angry there. Don’t do that again” he scoffed, letting you go with a path on the shoulder.

Of course he wasn’t, not openly, not that time, but you knew his intentions when he showed you that tree:he was aware of the fact that he had fucked up, and was trying to fix things in his own way.

“I did not made you angry…you were born angry” you said, sticking your tongue out.

Kyungjun didn’t reply, he simply put his hands in his pockets and walked away; but, once again, he was smiling behind your back.

[azrielslightintheshadows]

please do a part two of I fell for you it is amazing

I fell for you. (part 2)

Azriel x f!Reader x Eris

Masterlist.

Part 1

Warnings; mentions of sex.

Okay today I got so inspired and realized that I would let Eris destroy me anytime he wished to. Part 3 coming soon!

“I think our lessons are over, there’s nothing else I can teach you!” Helion exclaimed.

“So I’m ready?” You asked wide-eyed.

“Yes! I’m so proud of you” he hugged you.

It has been a year since you left Velaris, you went to the day court and asked Helion if he could take you in and help you improve your healing skills. He was a great friend and teacher and after a year you could say that you became the best healer anyone could have in their court. Helion was informing you about everything that was happening in the night court since you left. Turns out Rhysand wanted you all together that night to announce that him and Feyre were expecting. You felt happy for them and finally you didn’t have a bitter taste in your mouth. Nesta and Cassian got married and are trying for a baby and Elain accepted the bond between her and Lucien. Helion had a sad expression when he informed you about Azriel. The shadowsinger broke down and quit his duties in order to heal, he searched for you and thankfully Rhysand promised Helion not to say anything about your whereabouts. When the spymaster visited the day court Helion glamoured you and put a spell on your room so no one could enter. 

It broke your heart to hear his broken voice but you couldn’t go back. You couldn’t stay with him because of an ancient bond. You reconsidered everything in the time you spent here and decided that the mating bond was something meaningless, you now sought true love. Azriel left the next day and you didn’t hear from him again. 

A few days later a war broke out between the night and autumn court and Beron was killed by the hand of his son -Eris, who took his place as a high lord and thrived. Lucien and Elain moved to the Autumn court and became Eris’ advisors making the relationship between night and autumn stronger than ever. 

Life in prythian was peaceful again and things were moving forward. You finally mastered the method to hide the bond and it felt like it didn’t exist at all. 

“Y/n I received a letter from Eris… he needs a healer for his court and he asked me if I could spare him one. I think you will be great for the position.” Helion spoke when you entered his office. 

“But Lucien and Elain will be there… I don’t think I can be around her and I’m afraid that Lucien will tell Azriel that I’m there.” You said and started fidgeting.

“You can’t hide from him forever, you became so strong and independent this past year… I think you are ready to face him.” His face was filled with care and reassurance. 

“Okay…” you smiled. 

“Great I will send him our response and arrange some guards to escort you there.” Helion clapped and grabbed a piece of paper and a quill. 

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You were currently standing in front of the gates of the Autumn court’s palace. After saying goodbye to Helion you hopped into the carriage and left the day court. When you reached the borders of the autumn court Helion’s guards left and the others Eris had sent replaced them. It wasn’t long until you made it to the palace. 

Eris walked out and you removed the hood of your cloak, you bowed your head and approached him. He made a tsk sound and smiled.

“Oh come on I’m not my father I don’t want people bowing to me” his voice was deep and melodic, filled with sinful promises that sent shivers down your spine. You had never seen him before, you had heard the inner circle talking about him but they never took you with them when they met with him. You didn’t expect him to be so handsome, his long red hair so smooth and shiny, his amber eyes filled with mischief and his sharp jaw making his face look like it was carved by all the gods new and forgotten. He was made out of sin and fire and you blushed as he noticed you were staring. 

“Enjoying the view?” He purred and you almost climaxed at the sound. You could swear that your face was redder than Cassian’s siphons but you were an entirely new female now so you gathered all your courage and replied.

“So what if I am?” 

He smirked, the mischief flashing brighter in his eyes.

“Oh I’m going to enjoy your company for sure” he purred again and gestured to follow him. 

You almost moaned at the sight of his strong back and broad shoulders, your mind creating images of him manhandling you, his muscles flexing and his eyes darkening. You shook your head and pushed the thoughts away hoping he wouldn’t smell your arousal. I have never laid with a male and my hormones are flipping that must be it. You tried to reassure yourself as Eris showed you your room. 

“This is your room and the one at the end of the hall is mine” he smirked and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. 

“I think I got a sniff of your desire to get in my bed…” he chuckled and turned to leave. “I expect you to come to dinner tonight we have to talk about your duties” and with that he was gone. 

You were so screwed. This male would be the death of you. Everything about him made your knees tremble, power and arrogance were flowing out of him, his strong body was the definition of perfection. His scent was intoxicating making you desire him so much that you wondered if someone had casted a spell on you. Yeah completely screwed. 

 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

You decided to wear an auburn colored tight dress to honor your new high lord and you styled your hair in a high bun. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time and left the room feeling hot and confident. One of the servants guided you to the big dining room and hurried off somewhere. Eris was sitting at the head of the table with Lucien on his right side, Elain was sitting next to Lucien. They all looked at you the moment you entered and shock filled their faces. Lucien and Elain because they didn’t expect you to be there and Eris… his eyes were scanning your body, desire flashing in them as he noticed the color of your outfit and how well it looked on you. 

“Hello” you smiled and confidently walked to the seat on Eris’ left side. You sat next to him and let your leg brush against his thigh. Your eyes challenging him. Yeah you will enjoy my company. You thought.

“Uhm y/n….Uhm hi… what are you doing here?” Elain gave you a tight smile. 

“Oh you didn’t expect to see me again right? Well after I left the night court because you were screwing my mate” Lucien gaped at you, -his shocked expression confirming your suspicions that he didn’t know- and Eris snorted, amusement filling his features. 

“I improved my healing skills with Helion’s help and now I’m going to stay here as the Autumn court’s healer” you smiled sweetly and sipped your wine. Elain was red from embarrassment and Lucien paled. 

“You were fucking shadowboy?” Eris smirked.

“I…” she was squirming in her seat and with a sigh she looked at Lucien “yes… but we ended things before I accepted the bond. I didn’t cheat on you” 

Eris burst into laughter, throwing his head back and clapping. 

“Oh this is so good.” He said gesturing to Lucien’s face. “Come on brother don’t be so boring ask her…” he said between fits of laughter. 

“Who screws better my brother or the shadowsinger?” He continued, disappointed by his brother’s silence. 

You almost choked on your wine and tried to stifle a giggle. Eris noticed and placed his hand on your thigh squeezing. 

“You can laugh it’s okay” he smiled at you and turned his attention back to Elain. Your skin was burning and even though he removed his hand you could still feel his warmth there.

“Excuse me” she whispered and ran away.

Lucien let out a sigh and got up. 

“I know that she hurt you, she hurt me too but please, I finally managed to come back home, be nice to her… I don’t want to leave again.” 

“Okay, I won’t mention it again” you shrugged and Lucien sent you a thankful smile before disappearing.

“Well that was fun” Eris chuckled and started eating.

“I know” you giggled and picked your fork again. 

 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

Morning found you in the main room sitting on a sofa with your legs on Eris’ lap laughing and drinking wine. 

Your sober self would never place your legs on the high lord’s lap but the wine was in control and you felt so comfortable around him. He didn’t seem to mind, he was massaging your calves and talking about everything that happened during the war. You were amazed by how he could turn a horror story into a comedy with just a few remarks here and there. 

“Is that the sun?” You asked as you glanced outside. 

“No it’s the beauty I’m emitting... lighting up the whole court” he chuckled and you threw a pillow at him. 

“We have to get some sleep” you groaned.

“Are you inviting me to your bed little fox?” Eris purred and your eyes widened.

“No” you exclaimed and quickly stood up. He laughed at your embarrassment and raised himself from his seat. 

“Let’s go” he offered you his hand and escorted you to your bedroom. 

“Get some rest little fox, you will need it” he winked and left. 

The moment your head touched the pillow you fell asleep, dreaming of Eris and his court. 

 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

It was afternoon when you woke up again because someone was knocking on your door, with a groan you got up and went to the door. Your head felt like it was going to explode and your stomach was turning. You opened the door and one of the maids smiled at you. 

“High Lord Eris has requested you to his office” 

“Okay give me a few minutes” you murmured and shut the door. You looked like a mess. You quickly entered the bathroom and splashed some water on your face before hurriedly opening the closet to find something to wear. 

You picked a loose beige dress that reached mid-thigh and changed. You fixed your hair as much as you could and left your room. The maid was patiently waiting for you and smiled politely before walking down the hall. You followed her. 

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, I just woke up and I needed some time to fix myself” you said. She glanced at you with a smile.

“Don’t worry about it my lady. You look beautiful” 

“Thank you” you blushed and stopped next to her as you reached a big wooden door. 

She quickly bowed her head and left. 

You knocked on the door and Eris’ deep voice filled the silence

“come in” .

With a deep breath you walked inside. He looked so powerful behind the big desk, his arrogant smirk plastered on his face and his big palms resting on the desk. 

“You requested to see me” you said and took a seat in front of him. 

“Yes… it seems that you are quite distracting little fox and I forgot to mention your duties last night” you shivered at the nickname. You nodded for him to continue.

“So, I already have a healer for my army… I brought you here because I needed a healer for me and my family, I can’t risk our health just because the healer didn’t have time to get here. So, you will stay in the palace, all your expenses will be covered by me. That’s the position I’m offering you” he looked formal and you blinked. You only saw his playful side since you arrived and this shocked you. Being the high lord fitted him very well.

“Uhm okay, you are being very generous” you cleared your throat.

“I take my family’s health seriously so of course I will be generous” he smiled. 

“Okay, well I accept the offer” you shrugged and smiled back at him.

“Perfect! You can go I have some work to do, dinner will be served soon.” 

“You’re not coming?” You asked a bit disappointed. 

“No, I’m too busy because someone kept me up all night” he winked. “But I’m sure my brother, his mate and my mother will be a great company” 

You blushed and nodded. With a quick goodbye you left his office. 

 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

Dinner went well that night and you and the lady autumn seemed to enjoy each other’s company very much. You spent the rest of the days with her, going out and strolling around the garden. Sometimes you would stay inside and she would teach you how to cook or knit. She was a very calm female and made you feel comfortable and like you could fit into her house.

Eris joined you a few times, he enjoyed seeing you and his mother getting along so well. 

One day as you were sitting on a bench with his mother enjoying the view of the garden she said;

“You know… I would love if you and Eris ended up together, you’re so sweet and kind, my son would be lucky to have you.” She smiled and you almost choked on air. You and Eris… you had thought about that but you weren’t sure if he had this type of feelings towards you. Lust wasn’t enough for someone to get married. And what would happen if Azriel found out? 

What do you think? Would you like me to continue this? Also which one do you prefer for our reader Eris or Azriel?

Requests are open!

@kalulakunundrum @amysangel

[is-emily-real]

Five Minutes

Eddie anticipated his last day of summer break to pass peacefully and quietly. The plan was to stay home, meditate on the awful realities of Hawkins to hopefully give a shit about the upcoming school year (at least enough of a shit to graduate), and prepare himself to save the new sheepies he’d add to the current roster of the Hellfire Club.

There he was, deep into his meditation, accompanied by the wonderful melodies of Black Sabbath, when a frenzied knocking sounded upon his front door.

He paused his music begrudgingly and opened the door. Steve Harrington stood on his porch in all his sweaty, shirtless, unadulterated glory.

Well. 

He pushed past Eddie and slammed the door. “You gotta hide me.”

“What the hell? No.”

“Please.” The panic was written all over his face. “Just long enough so she leaves and I can get to my car.”

Eddie opened his poor, abused front door with a frown. “Get out of my house.” 

Steve flinched at the sound of a girl’s hollering and ducked behind the couch. “Five minutes. Five minutes and I’m out of your hair. Deal?” he panted.

He considered his options. He could kick him to the wolves and have an odd anecdote to share the next day, or he could let him stay and have an odd anecdote to share the next day. Only one of those options let him ogle his middle school crush for longer than a few seconds.

He was a simple man. 

“Fine,” he sighed and closed the door with the respect it deserved. “You owe me.”

Steve stood up. “Thanks, man, I mean it. She was about to kick my ass.”

“Who?”

“Max. We were helping her move in and I pissed her off.”

“Max Mayfield? Billy’s sister?”

He gave Eddie a stern glare. “Don’t bring him up. Yes, that Max.”

Two screams told him things were going to shit outside. Steve scrambled into the hallway with Eddie hot on his tail. “What did you even do?”

He winced. “I may have told her she didn’t get any more help if she was going to be a bitch.”

Eddie stopped in his tracks. “You didn’t.”

“Listen, she was being a bitch!”

“Keep your voice down. I know King Steve’s never been in a trailer before, but the walls are thin, okay?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, “but she was giving Lucas shit for wanting to try out for the basketball team and it wasn’t helping anything.”

He shrugged. “I don’t see what’s wrong with making fun of that.”

“Hey, I happen to like basketball.”

“I remember.” Any tint of pink in his cheeks was purely due to the heat. Eddie opened the door to his bedroom and waved the boy inside. 

This was not how he’d planned to get Steve in here. He cringed at the thought.

“Anyways, he’s good at it, and if it makes him happy, he should go for it, you know?”

“I’m not getting invested in the social lives of children.”

“But you’d like them! They play that castle game you’re into.”

“The castle game?!” Eddie couldn’t help himself. It came out louder than he expected. “Dungeons and Dragons—”

Steve clapped a hand over his mouth. 

Something twisted in his stomach. This was… too close for anyone’s safety. He swallowed, trying to control the racing of his heart when they heard a pounding on the front door.

“I know he’s in there!” a girl called.

Steve’s eyes went wide. He left a chill when he drew away. 

Eddie tried to wipe the longing off his face as he shot him a glare. “My blood’s on your hands.” Slowly he left the room, throwing on the aloof air he’d spent so long practicing before he opened the door.

Max Mayfield stood on his porch, fire red hair matching the color of her face as she stared at him. “Give him here.”

He rolled his eyes. “Nice to meet you too, neighbor. I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“You have Steve.”

“Hmm.” He tapped his chin as if he were trying to think. “About my height, pretty face, huge jerk? Haven’t seen him.” She huffed. “Listen, check the woods, if he’s not back there, come back and I’ll upend my whole day to help you look, okay?”

“You suck,” she spat before she turned on her heel and stomped away.

“Love you too!” he called with a grin.

He peered out the blinds, waiting until she was several lots down before he turned away. “You owe me big time, Stevie,” he called. “I think I’m on her shit list for life.”

He entered the bedroom to the sight of a muscled back, its owner leaned close to his sweetheart. Steve brushed his fingers down its neck.

The whole situation was doing unfortunate things to him. He cleared his throat.

Steve whirled to face him. “I was just— You play guitar?”

He gave a wary look. “Yes.”

“That’s— uh, that’s… hot.” He shut his eyes tight. “I should— Is she gone? I should go.”

“Um, yeah, she’s gone.”

“Oh, good. Well, I guess I’ll see you around?” Steve hit him with a sheepish grin. It was the most dazzling thing he’d ever seen.

“Sure,” he stammered. “See you around.” 

Eddie stayed rooted to the spot as he left. The picture of Steve’s fingers running down the neck of his guitar played on repeat in his head. That’s… hot. He listened to the crunch of gravel under tires.

He was such a dweeb.

He’d tell Jeff tomorrow. Jeff would know what to do.

(No one would believe him. Not even a little bit.)

“Steve, that’s the lamest thing you’ve ever said.” Robin continued to walk around the empty store, straightening tapes as she went with no particular fervor. 

He rolled his eyes. “If it was cool, I wouldn’t be here commiserating about it, would I?”

“Still. I know I have no game, but that was bad . Criminally bad. He should press charges.”

“Listen, some of us found out we maybe liked boys a month ago.” He started to rewind another tape. “ That’s hot . Who even says that? Also, when did I start thinking Eddie Munson was hot?”

She shot him a look over the counter. “He’s your type.”

He sputtered with indignation. “I don’t have a type!”

“Curly hair, brunette, snarky? Is none of this ringing a bell?”

“Twice doesn’t make a type. If that were the case, you’d have a thing for redheads.”

“At least I know when to admit my flaws.”

“I have flaws. I hear about them all the time from my mom.”

Robin laughed. “She’d be so upset if she knew how totally not smooth you are.”

He glanced at the clock. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? It’s a school night. You have a bedtime.”

Headlights flashed in the parking lot. “One, it’s a curfew, and two, there’s my ride.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and sauntered to the door. “Seven a.m. sharp, dingus!” she called as she left.

“Loser!” he yelled after her. Steve shook his head. He’d be there, obviously.

The rest of his shift dragged. He was certain the store was losing money staying open this late on a Wednesday, but he got paid to be there, so it was whatever. 

Thirty minutes left on the clock. Then twenty-nine.

After what seemed like days, a quarter to ten rolled around, and he started to close up the store. He was sweeping when the door chimed. “Welcome to Family Video,” he said without looking up, “let me know if you need anything.”

“A place to hide would be wonderful.” He looked up to find Eddie Munson approaching the counter, curls mussed and breathing hard. 

Damn it, Robin was right.

“Okay, but we close in five minutes.”

“Something’s better than nothing,” he replied, hopping over the counter.

Steve abandoned his broom. Keith could whine at him tomorrow if he really cared about three whole crumbs on the floor. He walked back to find Eddie curled into a ball, tucked tightly in the corner between the overstock candy and the safe. “Who are you running from, anyway?”

“The cops.”

He blinked. “The cops?”

“Fine, one cop. But this new deputy’s a huge dick. He’s been trying to bust me over nothing all summer, and I really, really don’t want to get arrested tonight.”

“I highly doubt it’s nothing.”

“He saw me talking to Rick one time!”

“The drug dealer?”

Eddie shushed him, one long finger over his lips. “Grandma says it’s not polite to call him that.” That got a laugh out of Steve. “I met your children yesterday. They’re assholes.”

He sighed. “They’re my assholes, though. Are they adjusting alright?”

“About as well as any freshmen.”

“So, terribly.”

“Pretty much.” He attempted a dramatic flourish, only managing to knock over a box of Twix. “I’ll be a gracious super-senior and radicalize them before I hand over custody for the weekend.”

“Oh, good. I’d hate for them to learn nothing at school.” 

He was basking in Eddie’s chuckle, a warm, pretty sound, when a car came to a stop outside. His face fell. “Stay here,” he ordered and spared a glance at the clock.

9:58. Close enough.

He stepped out from behind the counter and met the officer at the door. “I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closed.”

“I’m looking for someone, actually. Eddie Munson. Do you know him?”

“Only in passing. He’s not here. We actually haven't had a customer in the last hour.”

The officer fixed him with a harsh look. “You’re sure?”

“I’d pull the report, but I’ve already shut down the terminals, and they take forever to boot back up.”

He huffed. “How much longer are you here for?”

“Maybe fifteen minutes? I’ve just got to finish rewinding this tape.”

“If you see him, give us a call.” 

“Absolutely. Have a good night.” The officer nodded sharply and turned on his heel. Steve locked the door behind him.

The air hung tense as he returned to the counter. Eddie sat as still as stone until the car finally pulled out and started down the road. “You’re okay now.”

He unfolded himself and stood. “You’re beautiful.” 

Steve stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”

He flushed bright red. “You do that well!” he said quickly. “You know, lie.”

“Oh! Thanks. Lots of practice, I suppose.” He could feel his heart fluttering. Eddie called him beautiful? What the hell was happening?

“Well, I guess I should get going.”

“We can leave through the back.” He gave the store a last glance before leading Eddie out. 

Eddie paused once they were in the cool night air. “Seriously, thank you. My knight in shining armor.”

“No problem. Just paying you back.” The silence hung for a beat too long. “I can walk you to your car?”

“I’ve just gotta cut through the fence row and I’ll be good. Thanks, though.”

Steve could barely make it out in the shadows, but he could see Eddie debating something with himself. He locked the door behind them, giving him time to come to a decision.

When he turned back, Eddie pressed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips.

Every semblance of a thought left his brain. Steve decided, there and then, that he liked kissing boys. He especially liked kissing Eddie. He’d never had the whole fireworks experience before, but he got it now. It felt like his head was swimming, mesmerized by chapped lips and tobacco.

Too soon, Eddie pulled back. “Was… was that okay?” 

All he could do was nod.

“Good.” He started for the trees.

“See you later?” Steve called feebly. God, he wanted to.

Bathed in the orange of the streetlight, Eddie gave him a salute. “You know where to find me.” Before he could think again, he was alone. 

Robin was going to be pissed.

[takenbypeter]

Nothing Like Ross and Rachel

Adam Warlock x reader

Words: 1259

Authors Note: kinda continuation to A New Form Of Intimacy but it still makes sense on its own

You didn’t know what you unleashed after that first kiss with Adam, but it seemed like now he found any and every opportunity to connect your lips together.

You enjoyed kissing him just as much as he did you, but sometimes you found it to be a little much.

For example, when he’s running out to complete a quick, and I mean quick errand, or when you’re going out just to greet Cosmo.

Though most of the time you did find the whole scenario absolutely adorable, especially on days when he would visit, excitedly telling you about all the good that he performed during the day. It could be the simplest of deeds; helping someone with heavy items, or helping an animal, and after telling each story he’d then wait with his golden lips puckered slightly and you’d of course lean down to meet them.

Because, how could you say no to that face, plus like mentioned before you truly didn’t mind too, too much.

But because of this, you decided it would be quite amusing to play a little joke on him. It was simple, all you had to do was avoid kissing him. How hard could that be?

Adam arrived at your living quarters that night at his usual time but this time as you opened the door to greet him, instead of your typical kiss, you quickly hugged him in an embrace. If he found this odd he hid it well as he easily adapted, reciprocated your hug.

You hastily pulled him to your bed which you did almost every night. He got cozy under the covers as you turned the radio on.

Quill had given it to you as a gift the last time you all dropped him off on Earth and you were honestly truly grateful for the gift, especially since you’ve been missing television these past few years that you’ve spent on Knowhere.

With the radio though, of course it was only sound that would be emitted but you two considered that more than enough, still finding the entertainment very enjoyable.

Recently you two have gotten into Friends, with you claiming it was one of the top ten most iconic sitcoms to come to, and together you’ve been listening to it each and every night. And of course if at any point Adam found himself stuck on a mission you would always fill him in the next day.

As you got everything you needed you finally ran to your bed where Adam was already waiting as he held the covers up so you could fit in his arms. As you crawled in between his sturdy yet welcoming arms he puckered his lips a little and although you noticed it you chose to ignore, instead saying, “this is my favorite part!” You shouted, as you began to sing along to the theme song while doing the claps.

You tugged Adam’s arms, crossing them around you as you lay your head on his chest. You would find yourself laughing every now and then but noticed that Adam would just chuckle lightly, seeming to just follow your lead.

You noticed Adam’s fingers start to rub the tiniest of swirls against your arms. And then after a few moments he then relaxed his hands resting them around your upper arms before he squeezed them twice.

You made a point not to react.

Adam, still not picking up on anything, leans down pressing his lips against the top of your head to which you scrunched up your face, “Adam please. I’m trying to listen,” you said, making sure you were firm in your words.

And with that all his actions stopped and he was no longer laughing when you laughed. You were actually feeling a little bit of guilt.

Feeling conflicted, you decided to take the opportunity to use the bathroom and get your thoughts together.

“I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” you said as you gently pushed against his chest. Adam reached out, keeping you from distancing yourself too much.

You glance at him and were met with puckered lips as Adam clearly was waiting for a kiss goodbye.

Instead you pressed two fingers to them before successfully separating yourself from the boy, “Adam I’m just using the bathroom,” is what you said and you watched as his lips curved into an obvious pout.

“What if something happens?”

“Then I’ll just call you for help,” you said and all Adam could do was watch as you left the room.

In the bathroom you truly couldn’t decide if you should continue this whole prank that didn’t seem to be funny anymore, or if you should just end it.

Eventually you came to decide on the latter and exited the bathroom.

As you came to the main area you noticed Adam was now sitting upright in the bed with his arms pulled to his side as he stared off into the distance.

“I’m back,” you sang as you walked closer to where he sat.

Before you could explain yourself he asked the question, “are we on a break?”

The question caught you off guard for a split moment as you sat at the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, what?”

Adam pushes his hands against the cushions and shifts himself so he’s facing you. His eyebrows are curved in the center with clear worry written on his face as his eyes are wide. “Rachel and Ross fought before they went on a break. Are we on a break?”

“We’re not on a break.”

“You won’t kiss me! Did I do something wrong? Did I make you mad? Are we fighting?” His mind seems to just be coming up with more questions just as he expels them and you have to cup his face to bring his attention back to you.

“Adam we are not fighting, and we are most certainly not breaking up…unless…” your brain suddenly wondered if he thought of the possibility before, “you want to?”

You didn’t think it was possible but his eyes got even wider, “no, never!…do you?”

“No of course not! This was just a stupid prank I’ve heard about. I thought it would be funny but now it’s just upsetting.”

“A prank?”

“Yes, a joke…” your hands finally leave his cheeks as your head ducks down, beginning to feel awful about the whole thing you’ve put him through, “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was mad…I’m sorry.”

You didn’t expect him to become this upset, but in all honesty you completely understood his reaction. Truly it wasn’t even that funny of a prank.

You were really just feeling awful sitting there having upset both him and yourself but now Adam was the one to cup your own face, his golden fingers lightly resting against them.

He tilts your head up and you look into his eyes for a mere moment before he pushes his lips into yours.

You comfortably give in, matching his movements before you both distance from each other, but Adam kept his forehead against yours, “I’m just glad you still love me.”

You grinned, giving him a quick peck again, “I never stopped,” you reminded.

Adam pulled you back into his arms as you two resumed listening to the episode.

“I can’t believe you thought we were Ross and Rachel, those two are very toxic together. If anything were like Bananahammock and Crap Bag,” you added.

“Who?” He asked not having gotten that far in the show yet.

“Oh you’ll find out.”

[hayleythecannibal]

Twisted Minds: Chapter Two Amuse-Bouche

TW: Crime scenes, Yelling Warning this is Fem!reader. You can also find this on Wattpad and A03 @HayleyMarieOfficial. Comment if you want to be added to the taglist. Taglist: @punkin-time F.B.I. S.U.V. - BACKSEAT - 3 DAYS LATER   I wake  with a small start as Jack KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKS on the window I'm presently using as a pillow. "We're here." Jack says as i rub my eyes RUSTIC HUNTING CABIN - CHIPPEWA NATIONAL FOREST, MINNESOTA - DAY- A cold wind whips dead leaves around the eerie animal-skull-covered cabin where Garret Jacob Hobbs committed his murders. I am  transfixed by the horrifying cage of bones around Me. Every inch of wall, floor and ceiling is obscured by layers of antler under a veil-like evidence bag. Will focuses on the bloody stag rack as he walks in smiling at me, cutting through the bag to look closer. He turns, examining the rest of the room. Will looks around the room from this horrible vantage point. The door to the little shack creaks open as Jack steps quietly in, a steady unease about him. Will doesn't look up. "Could be a permanent installation in your Evil Minds museum." I say to Jack jokingly, "What we learn from Garret Jacob Hobbs will help us catch the next Garret Jacob Hobbs. There are still seven bodies unaccounted for." Jack says in a grumpy serious tone "Because he ate them." Will says knowingly, " there Had to be parts he didn't eat." Jack says, i shake my head "Not necessarily." Jack considers the magnitude of the room, coldly disturbed. "What if Hobbs wasn't eating alone. A lot of work. Disappearing these girls, butchering them and then worse. All without leaving a shred of anything outside of this room." Jack suggests, Will   and I consider that for  a moment, then: "Someone he hunted with?" Will asks tilting his head and furrowing his brows. "Or someone in a coma. Who happens to also be someone he hunted with." Jack implies my head shoot over to look at jack "Abigail Hobbs is a suspect?" I say concerned, over the past few days I had become maternal and protective over the girl And Closer with Will. "We've been conducting house-to-house interviews around the Hobbs residence and this property." Jack says looking over at me and Will, Will shakes his head "Hobbs and his daughter spent a lot of time together. They spent a lot of time together here. She would be the ideal bait, wouldn't she?" Jack says still implying that Abigail had something to do with this. I study the floor around Us, My eyes catching on something.  "Hobbs killed alone." Will's tone is definitive and Jack doesn't press the issue,but most certainly takes note of it. Will uses the tweezers in his pocket to tweeze something off an evidence bag, holding up a long, red hair in the tweezers. "Someone else was here." I say, eyeing the red hair. F.B.I. ACADEMY - LECTURE HALL - QUANTICO - DAY - I am guest lecturing with Will at his request where, to his surprise and mine, We are greeted with a standing ovation from his students. The clapping stops him cold. Will waves them off, uncomfortable. "Thank you. Please stop that." Will calls to his class, I put my hand on his arm seeing that he is overwhelmed. The applause peters out. Will dumps his briefcase on the desk and dives right into the lecture. He dims the lights, bringing up a slide of Hobbs's resignation letter. "This is how I  and Dr. L/N caught Garret Jacob Hobbs. It's his resignation letter. Anybody see the clue?" Will asks his students this obviously retorical question But A few hands go into the air. Will ignores them. "There isn't one. He wrote a letter, left his phone number...but no address. That's it." I say to Will's class CLICK. Will advances to the next slide and the crime scene photo of the Hobbs kitchen -- dead Hobbs, blood everywhere. It's horrific. "Bad bookkeeping and dumb luck." Will states, Me and Will both look back at the projection remembering the same thing Abigail Hobbs on the floor, her struggle to breathe underscored by the WHEEZE of air through her slashed wind-pipe.  Me applying  pressure to the wounds, and cradling her head in My lap. Will quickly clicks to the next slide: A PICTURE OF GARRET JACOB HOBBS and HIS DAUGHTER ABIGAIL in happier times,SMILING AFTER A HUNTING TRIP. "Garret Jacob Hobbs is dead. The question now is how to stop those his story is going to inspire." I state looking back at the class Will studies the picture, taking stock of the happy Abigail before -- CLICK: Cassie, splayed across the rack of a stag, jumps onto the overhead screen.  "He's already got one admirer." Will says Alana enters as the Trainees file out of the classroom. Will and I are actively avoiding eye-contact with the students filing out, but somehow immediately noticing Alana's arrival. "Hi." says Will, placing his hand over mine hesitantly "How are you, two?" Alana asks  "I have no idea." will responds smiling and chuckling, i chuckle along nodding in agreement "That may change. I didn't want you to be ambushed --" Alana says in a apologetic tone, "Is this an ambush?" i ask, and Will grips my hand a little bit tighter than he was before. "Ambush is later. Immediately later, soon to now. When Jack arrives consider yourself ambushed." Alana says Quickly, and Jack Crawford ENTERS, navigating the last of the Trainees. "Here's Jack." Will says as he nods to over Alana's shoulder "How was class?" Jack asks the Two of us as he stares down Alana. "They applauded, it was inappropriate." Will states, I nod agreeing with him "Review board begs to differ. You're up for a commendation and they okayed active return to the field." Jack says to Will, I look over at Will as he takes this in, between pleased and apprehensive. "Question is... do you want to go back in the field." Alana  asks Will, "I want you to go back in the field, but I told the Board I'm recommending a psych evaluation. For both of you."Jack says looking at both of us. Will glances to Alana, who apologizes with a look. "Are we starting now?" I ask eyeing Alana "Oh, the session wouldn't be with me." Alana says with wide eyes, i tilt my head confused "Hannibal Lecter's a better fit. Your relationship's not as personal. But if you'd be more comfortable with Dr. Bloom--" Jack says, I roll my eyes I'm not gonna be happy or comfortable with anybody picking around my brain and I'm sure Will feels the same. "I'm not going to be comfortable with anybody inside my head." Will says tightening his grip on my hand I squeeze him back to comfort him. "You've never killed someone before, Will. And you have never had someone almost die in your arms, Y/N. It's a deadly force encounter. It's a lot to digest." Alana says looking at our hands "I used to work homicide. I've got a good metabolism." Will states annoyed, Jack takes a step forward, and i take a step back which left me slightly leaning on Will, and Will's hand now on my forearm. "Reason you currently "used to" work homicide is you couldn't stomach pulling the trigger. You just pulled the trigger ten times. And you went into psychiatry after almost having a panic attack about a child in your care when you worked in the E.R, You just almost had a girl die in your arms." Jack says pointedly at both of us "So Psych Eval's not a formality?" i ask jack shakes his head, will and i grab our stuff and start leaving but jack stops us. "It's so I can sleep. I asked you to get close to Hobbs and I need to know that the two of you didn't get too close. How many times have you spent the night in Abigail Hobbs' hospital room?" Jack asks us, Me and Will look down giving jack his answer "Therapy doesn't work on me." Will says  looking up at me , i give him a comforting smile. "'Cause you won't let it." jack responds to Will, i roll my eyes once again "Jack I'm a psychiatrist, and Will has a degree in Psychology. We know all the tricks." i say looking fed up with the conversation. "Un-learn some tricks." Jack says, and walks out of the lecture hall. Alana turns to me and Will"Why not have a conversation with Hannibal. He was there. He knows what you Two went through."  Alana offers, Will  and I bristle. Alana offers us a supportive smile.HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - WAITING ROOM - EVENING - The door OPENS and Hannibal speaks to his next patient: "Good evening. Please come in." Will Graham and Y/N L/N sit inscrutably, waiting. Hannibal Lecter in his office, a prescient smile tickling the corners of his mouth as he sits with Will And I. Hannibal slides 2 pieces of high-quality stationary across the table. "What's this?" Will asks eyeing the paper  " Both of Your Psychological Evaluations. You're totally functional and more or less sane. Well done." Hannibal states with a smile "Did you just rubber stamp Us?" I ask Hannibal smiling, Will is climbing the ladder to Hannibal's library. "Jack Crawford may lay his weary head to rest knowing he didn't break you and our conversation can proceed unobstructed by paperwork."Hannibal says in a disregarded tone. Will studies Hannibal a moment, then: "Jack thinks We need therapy." Will says in a distasteful tone. "What you two need is a way out of dark places when Jack sends you there." Hannibal says as he helps me up the ladder and into Will's hands to pull me up. The simplicity of that strikes Me. "Last time he sent Us into a dark place We brought something back" i say while pulling a book off the shelf and look at the cover. "A surrogate daughter?" Hannibal says watching Me and Wills every move, I debate arguing the suggestion,but decide not too. "You saved Abigail Hobbs' life Y/N.  And You Will orphaned her while trying to save her. It comes with certain emotional obligations, regardless of empathy disorders." Hannibal says "You were there. You saved her life, too. Do you feel obligated?" Will asks in a questioning and sarcastic tone. "I feel a staggering amount of obligation. I feel responsibility. I've fantasized about scenarios where my actions may have allowed a different fate for Abigail Hobbs." Hannibal says in an almost fatherly tone, Will and I study Hannibal, feeling a sense of camaraderie. "Jack thinks Abigail Hobbs might've helped her dad kill those girls." I say in a disgusted tone. A long silence, then: "How does that make you feel?" Hannibal asks, with a face i cannot read. "How does it make you feel?" will says in a questioning and almost laughable tone, he passes behind me and his hand graces my arm sending butterflies in my stomach. "I find it vulgar." Hannibal replies in a disgusted tone "Me, too." Will agrees, i also find it vulgar. "And entirely possible." Hannibal suggests, i shake my head "It's not what happened." i say in a defensive and almost maternal tone "Jack will ask her when she wakes up or he'll have one of us ask her." Hannibal says, eyeing my body language. "Is this therapy or a support group?" Will asks almost laughing "It's whatever you Two need it to be. Will, Y/N, the mirrors in your minds can reflect the best of yourselves and not the worst of someone else."  Hannibal tells us A moment as that sinks in. FBI SHOOTING RANGE - QUANTICO, VA -- NEXT DAY - BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! shots of a gun ring out it's being fired by Will.  Will blasts away once more at his target. He returns the target from down-range, unhappy with his accuracy but pleased he's not seeing Hobbs. He doesn't notice the arrival of: Beverly and I "I'm pretty sure firearm "accuracy" isn't a prerequisite for teaching." Beverly calls out. Will finds Beverly and I behind him, looking on. I smile Kindly at Will. "I've been in the field before." Will says in response "Now you're back in the saddle. Ish." Beverly says happily, "Ish, indeed. It took me ten shots to drop Hobbs."Will says as he turns back to the target; his bullet holes are all over the place. "Zeller wanted to give you the bullets he pulled out of Hobbs in an acrylic case, but I told him you wouldn't think it was funny." Beverly says jokingly  "Probably not." Will laughs He throws a fresh target on the clips, sends it down range. "I suggested one of those clacking swinging ball things." i say smirking, and Will looks back at me and smirks "Now that would have been funny." He fires and misses the target entirely. "your a Weaver"Beverly points out, "I have a rotator-cuff issue, so I have to use the Weaver stance." Will says as He assumes the position, demonstrating. I study him. I put a hand on his right shoulder, pressing down gently. "You are tight." i say applying pressure to the tense area gently. "I got stabbed when I was a cop." He responds shivering at my touch, "I got stabbed in the third grade. With a number 2 pencil. Thought I was going to get lead poisoning." beverly says behind us "No lead in a pencil. Graphite." Will retorts "Now you tell me." Beverly laughs, I reach around and flare out his left elbow instead. "See if that helps with the recoil." i say taking a step back putting my ear muffs back on smiling. Will exhales and BLAM! BLAM-BLAM-BLAM! He drills the target in a much tighter cluster. Beverly returns the target. "It's better. You come all the way down here to teach me how to shoot?" Will say turning around and looking at us, "No, Jack sent us down here to find out what you know about gardening." Beverly says smirking FOREST - DAY Pleurotus Nidiformis to be exact, its stem sprouting from a quilt-work of moist SOIL and DECAYING MATTER. Suddenly, the soil and decay (along with the mushroom) are parted to expose the broken-down, yet unmistakable features of a HUMAN FACE.  the face belongs to a naked MAN being pulled from the ground by EMERGENCY MEDICAL TECHNICIANS. Not that his nakedness is an issue, as most of the man's body is covered in a morbidly vibrant kingdom of fungus and mold. The EMT's place a BODY-BAGGED BODY on a gurney and wheel him towards an AMBULANCE, leaving FIVE MORE OCCUPIED BODY BAGS waiting for transport. As they pass Will, Y/N and Jack slipping under the police tape cordoning off the area. "Lecter gave you Two the "all clear." Maybe therapy does work on you." Jack says talking to me and Will but mainly to Will, "Therapy is an acquired taste I have yet to acquire but sure served your purpose. I'm back in the field."Will response smiling bitter-sweetly, Jack eyes Will feeling the dismissal of his Psych Eval."Local police found more small animal traps in the surrounding woods. They even discovered a thirty gallon drum of pesticide hidden in a hollow tree along with a rusted Radio Flyer wagon." Jack says briefing us, "Didn't want his "crop" disturbed." i say eyeing the garden graves, "All that's missing is a scarecrow." Jack says in a disturbed tone. They approach Beverly, Zeller, and Jimmy Price. Behind them, the FBI'S CSI TEAM works to carefully unearth the three remaining buried victims from their shallow graves. "Seven bodies, various stages of decay, all very well fertilized."Jimmy states, Beverly reaches into a grave containing a partially uncovered, FUNGUS-RAVAGED CORPSE (its EYES, NOSE, and MOUTH covered in DUCT TAPE) and palms a handful of BLACK SOIL --much different than the brown clay walls of the grave. "He buried them in a high-nutrient compost. He was enthusiastically encouraging decomposition." Beverly says very knowledgeably, "Patient way to dispose of a body." Jimmy retorts tilting his head "They were buried alive with the intention of keeping them that way. At least for a little while." Zeller points out, "Long enough for the fungus to eat any distinguishing features and make it nearly impossible to tell how long they'd been in the ground." Jimmy suggests, Zellar points to a CATHETER in the victim's outstretched arm, which we now see is supported by a SECTION of REBAR. "Line and rebar were to administer intravenous fluids after burial. He was feeding them something.", Zeller says examining the body, I turn my head to look at him "No restraints? They weren't bound? Nothing to stop them crawling out?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowed and my head tilted, Jimmy shakes his head "Just dirt." he says as Beverly pulls a tiny brush from the kit on her belt. She clears the debris from under the corpse's nose and pulls back the duct tape revealing a breathing tube jammed into its nostrils. "The other end of the air supply system comes up over there." Beverly points in the direction. I turn to find a small umbrella in the grass. Pulling on a rubber glove, I pick up the umbrella to find an exposed piece of tubing sticking out of the ground. "It isn't a very considerate clean air solution, which clearly wasn't a priority. Cause he's not lazy." I say examining the way the living dead garden was getting oxygen."No, he's not." Will says as he stares at the corpse in the garden grave. "Let's clear the scene. "Jack says as he herds Zeller, Price, and Beverly, along with straggling E.M.T.s and LOCAL POLICE out of the clearing and back into the surrounding woods, away from Will, Y/N, and the graves. they take a deep, calming breath, exhale, and close their eyes. A PENDULUM It swings in the darkness of Will's mind, keeping rhythm with his heart beat. FWUM. FWUM. All sound is muffled then buried beneath the ORGANIC HUM of his CIRCULATORY SYSTEM. FWUM. FWUM. The FUNGUS SHRINKS in a stylistic device, REWINDING Will to a time before the last burial. FWUM. His eyes are closed. FWUM. FWUM. The PENDULUM is now outside his head. It swings in front of Will and the EXHUMED GARDEN GRAVES are now a small field of BURLAP SACK COVERED ARMS -- save for ONE OPEN GRAVE. Next to the grave is the RADIO FLYER WAGON overflowing with moist, BLACK DIRT. FWUM. Will Graham opens his eyes and walks BACKWARDS toward the edge of the clearing and into the surrounding woods. FWUM. FWUM. The PENDULUM STOPS SWINGING, snapping into place as Will snaps into a very clear FOCUS. Will digs the shovel into the moist, black dirt.  to reveal Will is now standing over a NAKED MAN lying on his back in a shallow open grave. Will speaks as he shoves an OXYGEN TUBE into the man's nose, then covers his eyes and mouth with DUCT-TAPED, then tethers his to a piece of REBAR, fixing the catheter in place."I choose this man. I do not bind his arm or legs as I bury him in a shallow grave. He is alive but will never be conscious again." Will monologues, Climbing out, Will shovels a load of compost from the wagon and holds it over the man, preparing to dump it on him. Will dumps the dirt into the grave, covering the man. Will turns away to get more dirt from the Radio Flyer wagon."He won't know he's dying. I don't need him to. This is my design." Will continues monolougeing However, when Will turns back to the grave, he stops cold.  GARRET JACOB HOBBS is now lying in the grave leering up at him. ALL SOUND ABRUPTLY DROPS OUT as Will stares, caught in a vacuum unable to breath. He squeezes his eyes shut, jagged breath threaten hyperventilation. Will focuses and finally opens his eyes, looking back into the open grave. There is NO GARRET JACOB HOBBS. Only a man's body covered in morbidly vibrant FUNGUS AND MOLDS. Will breaths a sigh of relief, relieved to be alone with the dead. Then SNATCH! The FUNGUS COVERED ARM GRABS Will by the wrist, a rattled, wet gasp signals a sharp in-take of air. "HE'S STILL ALIVE!" Terrified, Will SCREAMS in abject horror. I kneel down next to Will and grasp his arm pulling him away from the living corpse. He looks at me and is breathing heavily, "what did you see?" i ask him quietly my hand still on his arm. Will shakes his head "Hobbs" he whispers, i nod and we stand up going over to the car to calm down.FBI HEADQUARTERS - EXAMINATION ROOM -  NEXT DAY - Brian Zeller and  Jimmy Price  hover wearing gloves, aprons, and splash shields. "What has he been soaking in?" Will asks coming into the room with two coffees in hand, "A highly concentrated mixture of hardwoods, shredded newspaper, and pig poop. Perfect for growing mushrooms and other fungi." Jimmy responds looking up at Will, "Wasn't the mushrooms though. what they all died of was kidney failure." Zeller says as he covers the victim. Behind him, the other victims lie on tables of their own, each covered by a sheet."Dextrose in all the catheters. He probably used some kind of dialysis or peristaltic to pump fluids after the circulatory systems broke down." Beverly says as she hands  Zeller a clip board "Force-feeding them sugar water." I question looking at Will and raising my eyebrow, "You know who loves sugar water? Mushrooms. They crave it. As much as a mushroom can crave anything." Jimmy says looking at Me and Will. ""Recovering alcoholics crave sugar. Don't take that personally Buddy." Zeller says jokingly looking over at Jimmy. "Oh I'm not recovering." Jimmy remarks sassily rolling his eyes. "Feed sugar to fungus in your body, the fungus makes alcohol. It's friends helping friends really." Zeller continues. "Alcoholics aren't the only ones with compromised endocrine systems." Will points out and i have a thought, They are all diabetic and he's inducing diabetic comas"They all died of kidney failure? Death by diabetic ketoacidosis?" I offer, "Did you know they were diabetics?" Beverly asks looking at Zeller incredulously, "We don't know they're diabetics." Zeller says rolling his eyes, "They're all diabetics. He induces a coma and puts them in the ground." I say continuing my thought, as Will passing me a coffee, i smile "thank you" i say quietly Will smiles back, Beverly loves watching Will and Y/N work, especially together, barely suppressing a smile."How is he inducing diabetic comas?" Beverly asks tilting her head"He changes their medication. He's a doctor or a pharmacist or works somewhere in medical services." Will says joining my thought process, "He buries them, feeds them sugar to keep them alive long enough for the circulatory systems to soak it up." Beverly says catching on to what me and Will are saying "So he can feed the mushrooms." Jimmy figures it out, i take a sip of my coffee, damn this is good, "We dug up his mushroom garden." Zeller says looking down. "He'll want to grow a new one." Will says walking out. PHARMACY - NIGHT a calm, ordinary Big Box Pharmacy. Despite the vehicles in the parking lot, the storefront is strangely quiet, deserted. After a moment, there's a small flurry of movement... armed, dark-clad figures creeping in swiftly and silently, moving along the outside of the building, weaving through parked cars, taking up positions. Y/N, Will and Jack stride  as they approach the main doors of the Pharmacy like regular customers. "She's the eighth diabetic customer of the chain to disappear after filling an insulin prescription, second from this exact location." Jack says as we walk hastily "The other seven?" I ask looking over at Jack "All over the county. One pharmacist has been all over the county, too." Jack responds, I nod "A floater." Will says, as we walk through the store, "Floater's floating right here. Still logged into his work station." Jack says as he enters walking confidently toward the Pharmacy counter, Will  and I immediately behind him, as Plain clothes agents herd the last customers and cashiers out the door. Jack steps behind the counter and calmly walks inside, holding his badge very clearly in front of him, instructing the six pharmacists:"Everyone. Stop what you're doing and put your hands in the air." The six pharmacists do as instructed, realizing there are MANY F.B.I. AGENTS pointing guns at them across the counter."Special Agent Jack Crawford. Which one of you is Eldon Stammets?" Jack introduces himself, "Eldon was just here. Just now." one of the pharmacists responds looking around with his hands in the air. Jack signals the F.B.I. AGENTS and they fan out."His car still in the parking lot?" Will asks i look at him. PHARMACY - PARKING LOT - NIGHT - ON the swing of a baton as Will smashes the driver side window of Eldon's car. He reaches in, POPS THE TRUNK and --With an grating CREAK, I lift the trunk the rest of the way open - REVEALING it is completely filled with RICH, DARK SOIL. There's a fleeting recoil as Will, Jack Crawford, and Caroline are hit with the stench released from the compartment.  Y/N recovers, shoveling arms-full of dirt."She's in here!" I yell as i  quickly uncover an unconscious, naked Gretchen Speck, an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose."E.M.T.s now!" Jack yells Will and I step away from the trunk as the E.M.T.s move in. we watch as Gretchen Speck is loaded into the back of an Ambulance by Paramedics."We know his name. We know where he lives. We have his car. We'll have him within 24 hours." Jack says reassuring us and himself Jimmy Price approaches Jack, Will, and I with some trepidation."Jack. We just checked browser history at Stammets' work station." Jimmy says nervously, "Do I want to hear this?" Jack says angrily, I assume he's angry because Stammets got away. "No. And yes. But mostly no."  Jimmy stammers PHARMACY - WORK STATION - NIGHT - Jack pulls up the internet browser to reveal a FULL SCREEN SHOT of WILL and Y/N standing in the FOREST CRIME SCENE, heads hung low. The headline reads “TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE.” Zeller, Price and Katz are gathered around the monitor with Jack.“The FBI isn’t just hunting psychopaths, they’re head-hunting them, too, offering competitive pay and benefits in the hopes of using Two demented minds to catch an-- She goes into a lot of detail." Beverly reads the screen "Son-of-a-bitch." Jack says hitting the pharmacy counter with his fist in anger. I look down at the floor, and Will grabs my arm and squeezes it as a sign of comfort. JOHNS HOPKINS HOSPITAL - ABIGAIL’S ROOM - NIGHT - Will sits silently in his chair considering unconscious Abigail Hobbs, comatose in her hospital bed. CLICK-CLUCK- CLICK-CLUCK, the haunting sound of hooves approaching. Will looks up to see a glimpse of the BLACK STAG walking past Abigail's doorway. We are in a DREAM STATE. JOHNS HOPKINS - ABIGAIL'S ROOM - NIGHT 3 - REALITY - Will is sound asleep in his chair, feet propped up on an ottoman. There's a CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK of approaching footsteps as I enter the room. I watch Will sleep a brief moment smiling, then slip a shoe off one foot, gently as to not disturb him. He doesn't stir. I slip off the other shoe, quietly putting them aside. I smile at the sleeping figure of the exhausted man and place  A blanket over him. I walk over and sit on the side of Abigail's bed and begin to read. JOHNS HOPKINS HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - NIGHT 3 - DREAM STATE - Will steps into the empty corridor. There are no nurses at the Nurse's Station, no Doctors nor patients in the hall. A FAINT, EERIE WHISPER beneath the silence, barely audible. Will stops when he sees an ENCROACHING DARKNESS at the end of the hall that ENVELOPES the corridor and washes over Will like a midnight wave of deep, dreaded sleep. JOHNS HOPKINS - ABIGAIL'S ROOM - NIGHT  - REALITY - Will opens his eyes to see Y/N sitting on the edge of Abigail's bed, laying next to her, reading softly. He realizes he's been covered with a blanket and likes it. "What are you reading?" Will says as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes "Flannery O'Connor. When I was Abigail's age I was obsessed. I even tried to raise peacocks because she raised peacocks, but they're really stupid birds." i say as i smile looking over at Will "You could be reading to a killer." Will says, "Innocent until guilty and all that." i say quietly as i gaze over at the comatose teenage girl. "I don't think we've ever been in a room alone together. At least not outside the bureau or on a case. Have We?" Will wonders, "I haven't noticed. Have we? Not that we're necessarily alone now." I smile at him with a light blush i can feel creeping onto my cheeks. "yeah right. Back to Jack Crawford's crime gimp." Will says as he sits up,"I couldn't believe she wrote that." i say rolling my eyes. "It's kind of hilarious." Will says with a chuckle and i laugh along with him. "Certainly creates an image. I don't need to talk about it if you don't." I smile, with that same faint blush still on my cheeks, "We can talk about or not talk about whatever you want. Honestly, I was enjoying listening to you read." Will says smiling and gazing fondly at me, I blush a little deeper and smile back. "Abigail Hobbs is a success for Us." I say gazing back fondly, "She doesn't look like a success." Will says in a good natured tone, "Don't feel sorry for yourself because we saved this girl's life Will." i smile at Abigail "I don't. I don't feel sorry for myself at all. I feel- good." Will admits smiling  There’s a long pregnant pause as Will soaks in the admission, relishing it for himself, questioning it. JOHNS HOPKINS HOSPITAL - CORRIDOR - DAY- Eldon Stammets emerges from a door labeled MENS ROOM, strolling down the corridor now wearing GREEN SCRUBS. He nonchalantly grabs a parked gurney in the hall, pushing it toward an ELEVATOR and disappearing inside. The elevator doors open and instead of seeing Eldon Stammets, it's Will Graham and Dr. Y/N L/N. Wills phone RINGS as They are stepping out. He answers. "Hello. Yes we are." Will responds looking over at me. A moment as Will listens, then his expression falls. He jams his cell phone into his pocket  grabs Y/N's hand and runs. ANOTHER CORRIDOR Will and Y/N sprint down the hall toward Abigail's room, navigating patients and nurses in their mad dash. Will and Y/N halt outside the door. Reaching into his trousers for his revolver, he takes a measured step into the room... JOHNS HOPKINS HOSPITAL - ABIGAIL'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS -Will finds it empty. No Eldon Stammets. No Abigail Hobbs. Will's mind races as he backs into the hallway, snatching the elbow of a passing NURSE and demanding:"Where is she? Abigail Hobbs. The girl in this room. Where is she?" I say in a serious yet panicked tone "They took her for tests." The nurse says frightened "Who took her? Who took her?" Will shouts worriedly the Nurse stammers, but Will and I are already running for the stairs. JOHN HOPKINS HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - DAY - Will  and I bound down the stairs, several steps at a time. Eldon Stammets calmly pushes the gurney carrying COMATOSE ABIGAIL HOBBS. At the other end of the Hallway -- The STAIRWELL DOOR suddenly OPENS, and a winded Will Graham and Dr. Y/N L/N rushes out. Eldon startles, moves. Will raises his gun and SHOOTS. BLAM! The bullet takes out a piece of Eldon Stammets shoulder, violently propelling him backwards, his gun clattering to the floor as he reached for it. I pull Abigail's gurney into the hall, moving in on Eldon, kicking his gun out of reach. Will looks down at Eldon, who is in a state of shock. "What were you going to do with her?" Will shouts as i check Abigail over for any signs of injuries "We all evolved from mycelium. Only reintroducing her to the concept." Stammets says breathing heavily,  "By burying her alive?" i say angrily looking up protectively, "That journalist said you both understood me." he says looking up at us confused "We don't." Will says almost snarling "Well You would have. you would have. Walk into a field of mycelium, they know you're there, they know you are there. Their spores reach for you when you pass by. I know who you're reaching for. I know. Abigail Hobbs. You should have let me plant her. You would have found her in a field where she could finally reach back." Stammets stammers,  Will  and I stare at Eldon a moment as the CLAMOR of approaching footsteps, no doubt investigating gunfire, approach, then: Will taps the EMERGENCY STOP BUTTON and leans in the doorway as a BUSTLE OF COPS, NURSES and PARAMEDICS approach.

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Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 5: Relations and Reminisce

“And you said yes?!”

“For the tenth time Ivy, yes.”

“I can’t believe it.” She throws her arms up dramatically. “I thought you were smart. How could you throw away any chance of escape for group therapy?”

I just spent the night in a black hole. Literally all light is gone from my isolated cell except for a tiny floodlight that only projects more spooky shadows on the gloomy walls. I don’t mind some free time to myself but it’s an overabundance I could do without. But today is my first day with Crane’s “experiments” and I hope they will distract me from the dreary lonesome.

“I applaud Calico for her bravery,” Nigma looks up from the crossword puzzle he’s working on. “Crane’s a hard nut to crack but I think she can handle him.”

“But she’s new to Arkham. Callie’s fresh meat for Crane.”

“Guys, guys.” I hold up my hands. “I’ve handled lunatics each day for three years.”

“Yeah, but this is Dr. Crane. The Scarecrow. You’ll never sleep again after he gets through with you.”

“Sleepless nights are a fear of childhood, Nigma. If anything I’m ready to embrace death come what may.”

The pair look at me as if I just announced that all the kittens in the world died. They’re supposed to be the lunatics but they look at me as if I’m just as mad as any other inmate.

“What? I’m well aware of universality. Death is unavoidable to every living thing at every moment of its life.”

Ivy and Nigma don’t appear to have a response and the room stays quiet, that is until slow clapping breaks the silence.

“Quite philosophical, Dr. Prentiss. Perhaps that can be extended further during your testing today.”

Dr. Crane’s voice pierces my thoughts with a chilly imagination. All morning I’ve been worrying about what tests he has planned. Strap me to a chair? Hang me upside-down? And what type of toxin? Air-based? Water-borne?

Ivy senses my discomfort and steps in front to block him. “You’ve stooped low, Crane. Testing on an innocent woman? You’ve got some nerve.” She flicks a few specks of pollen on him and I see Crane’s eyes go wide. “Just watch it. If she dies I may just have to cause a breakout and show them the basement.”

Basement? I know Arkham has a basement but what's so significant about-?

“And I can make sure your babies get tossed in the next compost bin,” Crane replies harshly and grabs my arm to pull me away before Ivy can scratch his eyes out while Nigma just laughs. “How can you even stand to talk to that enviro-mental-whacko?”

“Just because your toxin doesn’t work on her doesn’t give you a reason to be cross,” I answer calmly as we head into the cold, dark hallway. “At least she gives me the time of day, unlike my previous co-workers.”

We enter further into the maze of abandoned hallways and come across what appears to be a room that was used for an operating theater. Although he has no audience I shudder to think of what Crane’s prepared to show off. 

“Step up, please.” Crane gestures to the platform at the center of the room. One with restraints.

“Are you going to-?”

“Yes,” he replies. He knows what I’m thinking. “They will help protect you from hurting yourself. I’ve seen unrestrained patients carry out extreme measures, some including pulling their eyes out or running into the wall.”

I follow his instructions and lean up against the cold concrete. When I look over I see he’s preparing multiple syringes on the table.

“Just how many toxin variations do you have?” I ask with a hint of nervousness.

“Variety brings results. Right now I’m hoping to find a special dose to give to the lunatic who’s been interrupting my associates’ plans.”

The talk of Batman has only grown in the past few days I’ve been here and I can’t say I’m not curious. Rumors say he’s doing the police’s job and actually cleaning out the city’s criminals.

“He’s got you worried,” I say almost tauntingly as the doctor attaches my wrists to the straps.

“Don’t start,” Crane warns. “Soon he will seek out the drugs I’ve hidden and then I will give him an introduction he’ll never forget.” His crystal eyes drift over to face me directly. “I thought you were interested in the science of fear, Dr. Prentiss.”

“Unlike you I’m a psychiatrist with morals. One who doesn’t test toxins on patients. Get back to me when you’re not trying to kill the only justice in this world.”

He hums in response and returns to tightening the straps around my legs. “So you’re on the Batman’s side?”

“I’m on the side of justice, one you are very unfamiliar with. And by the way my interest is focused on death and the fear that revolves around it.”

Crane gets up and walks over to grab the first syringe with child-like giddiness. “We’ll start with one dose so it can filter out of your bloodstream. Then after the antidote kicks in we’ll go onto the next. I’ll administer this one through your brachial artery. Please inform me of any side effects immediately.”

I flinch as the needle pricks my arm and I feel the toxin surge into my blood. While I wait for whatever horrors this will bring, Crane watches with glee as if watching a magic act. There’s no rapid heartbeat or intense breathing like last time. There’s actually less- Oh.

“How do you feel?” Crane asks when he sees my eyes widen.

“I can’t. My feet have gone numb.”

He jots some notes down on some scrap paper and hurries back to administer the antidote. Instantly a cold sensation jolts through me and I can feel my feet again.”

“Do you make one for every dose?”

“Absolutely. In my years of research a way to reverse accidents is always useful.” He waits a few more seconds and decides the antidote has done its job. He holds up another syringe and pierces the needle into my other arm.

“What about now?”

After a few seconds I start to get dizzy. Is my skin supposed to get this hot? And why is it isolated?

“My waist feels warm.”

The doctor’s eyes lift up from his notes and take in my confused expression. “Interesting. Do you know what’s happening?”

“I’m getting a fever?”

Crane smirks and points to my eyes. “Let’s say that your dilated pupils tell enough.”

Does he mean what I think he means? The kind of repulsive side effects that make people’s minds melt into obeying, brainwashed zombies. 

“Are you saying I’m…?” I ask, disgusted.

Crane’s surprised smile says enough. “Do you mean to tell me you’ve never had-?”

“Do not use that word,” I snap and exhale. “No, Dr. Crane. I have not had urges.”

“Fascinating,” he observes as he looks over my pathetic state with wide eyes.

My eyes narrow. “How so?”

“I imagined a woman like you would have been through something by now but then you stated in your profile you are a virgin. Is this perhaps caused by philophobia? Genophobia, maybe?”

His guessing misses its target each time. He really doesn’t know. If it weren’t for the annoying dampness below this would actually be fun. 

“It’s just bugging you, isn’t it? The infamous Scarecrow can’t figure out my fear?”

The cunning doctor leans in with an amused smirk, his lips almost pressing against my ear. “I’ll find out soon enough.”

I can handle death. I can handle fear to some extent. But this? This is an all-new emotion I want to burn and bury in the depths of forgotten embarrassments. Just because I can’t control my own biological response doesn’t mean I can’t keep a clear head. Time to end this twisted game.

“I’ll spare you the trouble. Atychiphobia.”

Crane nods with a look that says he won. “Ah. The fear of failure. I should have expected that. Am I going to receive an explanation to go along with this?”

Fear of failure is a peculiar phobia. No matter how hard I try it always seems to make me second-guess everything. People praise me for my accomplishments at the same time I hate myself for not being perfect.

Now the effects of the failed toxin are replaced by a furrowed brow and clenched fists. Crane must think he’s struck the motherlode-

“It’s ok to be upset.”

That’s him? Did someone just replace Dr. Crane with a real therapist? He puts a hand on my still-shaking shoulder and for some reason part of my rage melts away. My mind can’t decide if I’m angry or depressed.

“I never had a ‘normal’ childhood since my parents sent me to prep school. They always wanted me to be the best at everything. Any time I did less than perfect they would shame me.” I scoff and look to the floor. “My father would yell while my mother ranted about how I disgrace the family name.”

“You obviously come from money,” Crane observes softly.

I shrug, still eyeing the cement floor. “It’s no big secret, really. If you do enough digging you’ll probably find news articles of me in high school winning the Metropolis Genius award with comments from my father about how ‘there’s always room for improvement.’ Money means nothing when it comes to love. Flaunting my parents’ riches never gained me anything but a spot in Metropolis University.”

The doctor nods again, almost appearing empathetic. "I think that's enough experiments for today."

I expect him to write more notes but he never does.

“Aren’t you going to write about how sad my childhood was?” I mock darkly. “Just another excuse to keep me locked up as a ‘crazed inmate.’”

But he just shakes his head. “I know a thing or two about family issues. We’ll keep this off the books, shall we?” 

This is the same person who sprayed me with fear gas?

“How did they die?”

There we are. Right back to picking apart my diagnosis.

My eyes narrow. “You know how. Anyone who watches the news knows.”

“It might be better if you say it-”

“They were killed, ok?” I burst, surprising both Jonathon and myself. “Another statistic to the growing number of casualties in Gotham. Some psychos blew up a bridge and they just happened to be driving on it.”

By now I’m shaking both from the last few effects left from the toxin and the emotional imbalance whirling inside me. If it weren’t for the straps still securing me to the wall  I would be bent over in tears. And that’s what happens when I feel Crane release my limbs from the restraints. My knees buckle and I go forward- But instead of ending up sprawled on the ground Crane catches me. I look up and want to yell at him for getting so close but my mind’s too full to speak, distraught with old memories and broken regrets.

“I can see now why you don’t fear death,” Crane whispers.

“The experience of death becomes more familiar the more you are exposed to it. A death of a family member or a close friend could impact how one sees death. Another instance could be a near-death experience such as a heart attack or car crash, causing possible trauma and a different view of death.” I take a shaky breath. “After my parents died, death became everything to me. I believe that if I walk the line of embracing death then I won’t be scared to do anything.”

Slowly, Crane walks me over to a chair and we both sit down. I’m not shaking so much now and I can actually think. “Maybe part of the reason I left Metropolis is to get a fresh start. Though this isn’t exactly the prime scenario.” I gesture to the dull operating theater.

Crane lets out what I think is an actual laugh. No mockery or sarcastic intention at all. “But you have to admit this is far more exciting. You need to loosen up, Dr. Prentiss.”

“And I suppose the man who dresses up in a burlap mask knows all about stress relief?” I arch a brow. “You don’t strike me as someone who goes clubbing.”

“You don’t seem the type either. Am I right?”

I give an annoyed grunt. “Yes. Social drinking is incredibly overrated and only results in bad decisions and depleted brain cells.”

“Speaking of brain cells-” Dr. Crane pulls out what looks like a mini calendar out of his pocket. “I’m scheduling you for both an MRI and a CT scan to make sure there’s no damage to yours.”

He gathers up his things and gestures for me to exit the theater. 

“All for me?” I gush dramatically as we head back to my ‘private cell.’ “Aw, you shouldn’t have.”

Before Crane closes the door he looks through the gate with what appears to be legit concern. “Can’t have a prime mind like yours going to waste, can I?”

[deityoftherain]

her beloved immortal - Katherine/Lizzie Empires S1 Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: F/F

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 1,173

Summary: Katherine and Lizzie are hanging out in Katherine's room, creating bracelets and loving each other dearly. As they talk, Lizzie reveals a large part of their shared past...

[Deleted Scene/Alternate Ending to "her beloved mortal" that I ended up not using]

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Katherine never thought of her life as dull or unfulfilling before, but, ever since Lizzie entered it, she has felt so genuinely blissful. It was like a piece of her soul had been returned to her, snapping in place and fitting perfectly. Waking up every day knowing that Lizzie was never too far away made her stomach flutter pleasantly with butterflies and her face warm like a candle’s flame.

It was stereotypical, sure, but Katherine already had countless sketches of possible dress designs for their own wedding, and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t written their names together with a heart countless times on her journal’s pages. Every moment Katherine spent with Lizzie, the more she fell head over heels for her. Katherine was sure Lizzie felt the same.

The two women sat criss-crossed on Katherine’s bed as Lizzie taught Katherine various ways to make bracelets. Katherine had known some basic techniques growing up, sure, but never to this level and certainly not with these techniques.

It has only been a few months since they met, but Katherine felt right at home with Lizzie. It was like they knew each other for lifetimes. They exchanged much about themselves, sure, but the way they acted suggested that their knowledge about the other ran much deeper than what they would have gathered in these months.

In addition to Katherine’s work as a seamstress, she also had a passion for making plushies. The plushies were more for fun or to donate to children in need than they were for money, but Katherine found great pleasure in making them. Katherine wanted to make Lizzie a plushie, but she only briefly wondered what sort of plushie she should make. It just came to her that Lizzie would be ecstatic with an axolotl plushie, though she had this innate gut feeling that Lizzie would love whatever she made either way. Katherine could almost hear her reaction as if it were a memory.

“Look at you go!” Lizzie clapped her hands together as she cheered, proud of Katherine successfully getting down the technique. “Aw, it turned out so cute!”

Katherine beamed under Lizzie’s praise, unable to hold back her smile even if she tried. “I just had a good teacher.”

“Nonsense,” Lizzie dismissed. “You are very talented in the art of the craft, always have been. You can do anything you put your mind to. Your creativity is one of the things I love about you.”

That was another thing. Lizzie always talked like they’ve known each other for a long time. It often felt that way to Katherine as well, but, in actuality, it had only been a few months. Granted, they spent a majority of their free time together during those months, but still.

“‘Always have been,’” Katherine repeated, with a slight tilt of her head. She had to admit, she was curious why they felt so natural together. It made her mind wander to several different possibilities, unsure what would be considered too insane and unrealistic. Magic wasn’t her strong suit, but it did exist. Technically, anything was possible to certain limits. “We haven’t known each other very long, yet you talk like you’ve always known me. Tell me, have we met before and I don’t remember? Do you believe I have some sort of childhood amnesia?”

Lizzie’s lip darted out briefly to wet her lips as she thought of what to say. “I wanted to tell you the truth, but I was worried it was too soon. I didn’t want to scare you off.” “You won’t scare me off,” Katherine promised, scooting closer to Lizzie so she could set her hand over Lizzie’s.

Katherine knew she shouldn’t let herself promise such a thing, but something within Katherine knew Lizzie would never hurt her. It wasn’t a hunch or a suspicion, but a fact that her mind was positive of. It was so infused with truth that Katherine couldn’t even think of denying its validity.

Lizzie turned her hand around so their fingers could intertwine with one another. She brought Katherine’s hand up to her lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. “Katherine, you are my soulmate in each of your lives. I knew the moment I saw you at Gem and Pearl’s wedding that I had found you again.”

Katherine’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. If someone else told her this, she may have called them crazy and told them to stop messing with her, but, from Lizzie, it made sense like it was a typical and normal thing. “Each of my lives? What about yours?” “I’m immortal,” Lizzie admitted. “I was once mortal, we both were in our first life together. At least, I believe I was. You were dying in my arms and my grief was great. Something inside me seemed to unlock. I had power pumping through my veins that I was unaware of before. Our souls yearned to stay together, and so they did. Even as I was accepted among the ranks of the gods, I could feel a pull toward you. Once I realized your soul reincarnated, I made it my mission to seek you out in each life. Falling in love with you over and over again is my reason for continuing on. I never get bored with you by my side.” Katherine didn’t speak for several moments, needing time to process what she was being told. Lizzie’s words were genuine, she knew that much, but it was a lot to unpack. Still, Katherine had never been one to dismiss the idea of love outlasting lifetimes and other fantastical ideas.

She used her freehand to cup Lizzie’s face, looking into her eyes as her heart fluttered with warmth and love. “I believe you.”

“You always do.” Lizzie leaned into Katherine’s hand, seemingly melting into it. “And you have no idea how happy that makes me.” “I may not know everything, but what we have is too otherworldly and true to deny.” Katherine directed her cupped hand to tuck some of Lizzie’s pink hair behind her ear fin. They were close now, so close that Katherine could smell the distinct scent of ocean water and bubblegum. Those scents were muddled together, creating what was so obviously Lizzie, her Lizzie.

Before either of them truly knew it, their lips met together, fitting perfectly in place as if they were made for each other. The kisses were soft yet passionate, almost electric as life sparked within Katherine. Each kiss brought with it a flash of a memory from a past life, the memories both foreign and familiar.

Instead of scaring Katherine off, the memories from her past selves only confirmed all that she already accepted as fact. Katherine deepened the kisses, pulling Lizzie toward her until their bodies were flushed together. She climbed into her lap, legs wrapping around Lizzie’s torso. It had been far too long since they were able to be this close and they were going to take full advantage of it…

[abeautylives]

Imperfect Moments - Chapter Eleven

a/n: hello beauties, I just wanted to let you know that Imperfect Moments is very close to coming to an end. I haven’t written the last chapter yet but if I need to take my time with her, I’m going to! So it might be more than a week…

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: just under 4.8k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

chapter summary: Your best friend’s brother is your boyfriend now. They both happen to be rockstars. How does that work?

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, mentions of sex and sexual situations, language, drinking, GVF fans (we require our own warning), mushy fluff, graphic sexual content, unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex (f. receiving)

A man of his word, he was all in.

Jake rarely went home in those days that they were in town, operating instead from your apartment. He’d lounge around in the nude for you to admire while his clothes were in the wash, and apparently no one in his life questioned it when he continued to rotate through the same two outfits day after day. No one aside from Josh, ironically.

“Are you moving in with her or what? You’ve been wearing those pants for over a week.”

Unaffected, Jake shoots back, “And? You’ve been wearing that shirt for over a year.”

Josh scoffs in very real offense before repeating his question.

“I’m not moving in with her, I just wanna be around her. Before we leave.”

He’s sure that his brother understands, having spent nearly every day around you in some way before they started touring again.

“We’ll hardly be gone five days, Jake. Are you ready to admit that you’re quite hopelessly in love with her?”

For the first time, the curiosity about his feelings doesn’t make his skin itch. A soft warmth spreads through his chest before it creeps over his cheeks as the memories of each time he’s made love to you in the last few days flash through his mind.

“I haven’t told her yet. I haven’t said it.”

He still hasn’t actually said it, but it’s an admission nonetheless and a pleased grin stretches across Josh’s face.

Clapping his twin on the back, he advises, “All in good time, Jacob. Whenever it feels right. Now get the fuck out of my house, I’ve been enjoying the quiet.”

“It’s still my house too, asshole.” They’re both chuckling as he pushes away from the kitchen island and swipes the pack of acoustic strings that he came for from the counter, slipping them into the pocket of his jacket.

You spend part of that evening sitting cross-legged on your living room floor, between Jake’s legs that are splayed out as he’s leaned back against your couch. His hands reach around to cover yours, guiding your fingers into place as you strum his guitar sloppily.

“That was better!”

He sounds sincere but a huff of frustration whooshes past your lips. “I actually suck at this, I’m gonna leave the rockstar thing to you.”

He releases your hands and watches as you twist to prop the guitar against the couch, moving to straddle his lap, arms tossed lazily over his shoulders. You pepper kisses over his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose until his smile is stretched wide and curling deeply at the corners. His hands smooth over the skin of your thighs before he slides them all the way up to cup your face.

“I’m gonna miss you, sweetheart.”

“I’ll miss you too, especially this.” These comfortable, quiet moments have become regular occurrences that you cherish, often thinking to yourself that your apartment is going to feel empty once his shining presence is gone. You won’t let yourself feel sad about it, you have hope that he’s truly in it this time.

He wakes you up the morning they leave with his hands roaming across your bare skin, dust motes floating in the soft light of the rising sun, trying to peek through the blinds that he’d remembered to close.

Deep with sleep, your voice croaks into the silence. “What time is it?” Now that you’re awake, he lets his fingers slip to places that he needs your permission to touch. You grant it to him with a sleepy hum.

“We have an hour.”

Almost half of it is spent with his face between your thighs, lapping at you leisurely until you’re moaning his name on nearly sobbing breaths. Very real tears are threatening to slip and roll back into your hair by the time he pushes himself into you, and they’re flowing freely by the time he’s cumming inside you.

“Please don’t cry, I’ll be back so soon, so soon.” He’s whispering between kisses placed to your lips and over the wet tracks left behind at the corners of your eyes. He can sense that you’re not exactly upset, his own emotion bubbling up even as he tries to soothe you. You both know he won’t be gone long but he’s been giving something of himself and you’ve felt it deeply.

“I’m okay,” you sniffle, disproving your statement. “Really. Let’s get you cleaned up, baby. It’s time to go.”

Five days flies by, he calls every morning and again to wish you goodnight, though the time difference between home and California keeps you waiting up to hear about his days, about the shows.

When they come home, Jake and Josh both are begging you to take a few days off to come to Georgia with them and for the first time ever, you follow. Watching them as an opening act is very different from their headlining performance, though no less captivating, and it’s clear that they have hardcore fans in the crowd. They’re so hardcore in fact, that they’re waiting around for a glimpse of the guys as they leave the venue, and you’re caught in the crossfire. Phones out and cameras pointed your way, they’re screaming for an ounce of the guys’ attention. You have no desire to have your face plastered all over Instagram and Twitter, and though the twins try to shield you from them, it happens anyway.

They want to know who you are, why are you with the band, who are you dating, who are you fucking? Unfortunately, one of them thinks she knows the answer.

I talked to her in Nash, she said they were just friends but I’m positive she’s with Josh. Look at the way his hand is on her back!

That “information” spreads like wildfire.

“I shouldn’t have gone, this is insane. Josh I’m so sorry.” You think he may be feeling the effects of the speculative posts and comments, but he brushes it off with a wave of his hand from his usual spot on the floor in front of their couch. You’ve been scrolling, seeing the same video and pictures over and over and while you can’t ever really see your entire face, the people that were there did. And they have a lot to say about it.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m used to it.” He turns to look at you over his shoulder. “But are you okay, darling?”

No, not really. They’re already ripping you apart, analyzing everything about you from the way you look to the way you walk, but… “What are they gonna say when they find out I’m not with you? That I’m with your brother? I’ve seen what they say about his ex, hell I’ve seen what they say about Macken-“

He cuts you off with a loud huff of laughter before moving to sit next to you on the couch. “All speculation, my dear. Simply friends of mine. Sound familiar?” He assures you that it’ll pass, and that it’s not worth your time to worry about it.

Jake seems even less concerned than his twin, confident that his privacy will remain intact and that the rumors will die down until they stop completely. Some of that creeping jealousy sneaks its way back into the forefront of his mind though, even now that your relationship is official and Josh seems so pleased with it that you’d think he matched you up himself. Jake doesn’t allow that jealousy to show when he’s with you and as the rumors quiet over the next couple of weeks, that feeling does as well.

He shows up at your door with flowers a few nights before they’re supposed to go home for Thanksgiving.

“What’s the occasion?” You’re beaming at him as you take them from his hands, and once his are empty he hooks his fingers through the belt loops at the front of your jeans and pulls you in for a kiss. He lets his lips linger on yours until you’re humming against them, and keeps your hips pulled close as the kiss breaks.

“No occasion. I told you I’d buy you flowers every day, I’ve been slacking.”

Walking backwards toward your kitchen, you tug him along as he hasn’t released your belt loops. “Hmm, you actually said every day for the rest of my life, if I recall correctly.” At that, his fingers slip free and you turn to pull out your vase. “I’m probably gonna need a few more of these, if that’s the case.”

Later that night, with your head resting against his shoulder and his against your pillows, he brings the flowers up again.

“I really could do that, you know.” His voice is low, quiet and contemplative as he speaks.

“Hm? Do what?”

“Get you flowers. For the rest of your life.” He doesn’t know what prompted him to say it aside from the fervent need to make sure you know how he feels, but it’s out there now and he holds his breath waiting for you to understand what he means. He looks nervous as you lift your head and prop yourself up to see his face.

“You don’t have to. I also accept gifts in the form of trinkets, jewelry, and cold hard cash.” It works to make him laugh, to soothe his nerves but the significance behind his offer is not lost on you and you don’t want him to think that it is. “You don’t have to get me anything, Jake. But you can, if you want to. For the rest of my life.” The repetition of his words triggers that smile, that shy lift of the corners of his lips.

You have a new bouquet of flowers every day until they leave for Michigan. The first day that they’re gone, you’re reading down your checklist of things to pack before you head off to your own parents’ house, only a few hours away, when an unexpected knock at your door causes you to jump.

After a hesitant glance through your peephole, you shake your head and laugh out loud. There’s a delivery person standing in the hallway, a vase full of flowers in his hands. You’re still laughing as you open the door to accept them, giggling when the door closes again behind you and you pull the little card free of its plastic holder to flip it open.

I hope you didn’t think I’d forget, sweetheart.

<3

When you unlock your phone and scroll to his contact, you’re about to hit call but you choose FaceTime instead. It’s answered almost immediately, but it’s Josh’s face that appears on your screen and he’s already laughing wildly at your confusion.

“Darling! How are you?” You can tell that he’s walking through the house as he talks.

“I’m fantastic, about to start packing. How’s Michigan treating you so far?”

“It’s cold as hell, I always forget how fucking cold it is. I imagine you’d like to speak to your boyfriend?”

“Hm yes, that is why I called his number. Is he available?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m trying to find him. Just wanted to see your lovely face- Ah! Here he is! Y/N, say hi to Karen.”

Shit. You’ve actually talked to their mother before, sort of. You’d been in the room as Josh was on the phone with her before, he’d put her on speaker and introduced you. But that was as a friend of her son, not a girlfriend. Does she even know I’m dating her other son? Did Jake even tell her about me?

Rather than pass the phone to Jake, he hands it off to their mom. You exchange hello’s and how have you been’s before Jake finally snatches the device from her hands, and you breathe a soft sigh of relief at the sight of his face. He’s smiling like he knows exactly why you’re calling, and he doesn’t leave the room right away. His greeting quells every worry you’d had.

“Hi, sweetheart.” You hear Karen fawning over the pet name in the background.

“Jacob. I got your little gift, I just wanted to say thank you. They’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful. It’s nice to see your face, I missed it.” His grin is soft and contagious, and it’s clear that he has in fact told his mom about your relationship.

“It hasn’t even been a full day, babe.” You cringe inwardly as soon as it leaves your mouth, it sounds dismissive and reminds you of how your own feelings have been dismissed in the past. The smile on his face only grows and you can see him stand and leave the room.

He doesn’t offer a response until he shuts the door of what you assume to be his childhood bedroom behind him. “I’ll let that slide, this time, but let me remind you that I’ve grown used to waking up next to you. Your face is usually the first thing I see in the morning. I miss it.”

“Did you leave the kitchen so your mom doesn’t hear about how you sleep in my bed most nights?”

The chuckle that he lets out is wicked. “No, love. I left the kitchen so my mom doesn’t hear about how I wake up in your bed most mornings, naked, dick so hard that it hurts, how you always let me slip it inside, or how sometimes you wake up extra sweet and you let me fuck your mouth… I don’t think she needs to know that.”

He says it so casually, but you can feel the way your jaw is hanging open and you can’t manage to close it for several long seconds. When you’re able to, you close your lips and clear your throat. “Yeah… yeah it’s best if she doesn’t know that.”

This conversation has taken a turn you weren’t expecting, Jake recognizes that and with a satisfied smirk, flips it back so quickly that you’re caught off guard again.

“When are you leaving for your parents’?”

Your cheeks are warm as you try to keep up. “Um, I- well I still need to pack. I was about to start before the flowers got here. Thank you again, for that. It was really unexpected. You’re quite charming sometimes.”

“I’m quite charming all the time. Go pack, sweetheart. Drive safe, okay?” He’s reclined against the pillows of his old bed, hair splayed out like a halo, sun streaming in through a window making his skin glow. He looks perfect.

“I will, all of the above. Promise.”

You watch as one of his eyebrows lifts and his lids lower. “Call me when you go to bed?”

“I will… promise. Bye, baby.”

He flashes you a wide smile, all of his teeth shining in the light. “Bye, love.”

You speak to the twins often over the next few days, they send you pictures of the town they grew up in and you send them pictures of everything you’ve baked with your mom. They demand to know why you never bake for them.

Jake sends a picture of their table, laid out with their full Thanksgiving spread. You send him a selfie in your parents’ kitchen, wearing your dad’s apron with Kiss the Cook proudly displayed across your chest.

Jake: I wish. The cook is hot

Me: Soon!! 2 more days 😘

As the Kiszkas sit around the dinner table, their matriarch requests each person say what they’re thankful for, a tradition carried over from when all four of her children were small. Each one expresses an appreciation for their tight-knit family and the boys are grateful for the year they’ve had, the success they’ve found but as Jake speaks, his voice goes soft.

He tells his family what they’ve already come to know, that he’s thankful for you.

Once you’re both home, at your apartment, he shows you how thankful he is.

His head, hair already damp with perspiration and lower half of his face shining and slick, emerges from below your comforter as he kisses his way up the length of your body. When he reaches your chest, he nips at the curve of one of your breasts with his teeth before sinking them into the skin around your nipple.

“Mm, missed that…”

His lips are wrapped around the hardened peak as his tongue soothes the bite, but he releases you with a soft pop to respond.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he spreads kisses across your chest and rolls his tongue over the other nipple. “Hate being away from you.”

It’s an inevitable truth that he’ll be away often, and not all that long from now. You push the thought from your mind as his lips and teeth trail over your collarbone and up the side of your neck, and he reaches between you to wrap his fingers around himself. He connects your bodies slowly, and yours accepts him as if you’re always meant to be this way.

“Fuck, you always feel so fucking good.” Sometimes he still can’t believe he has the privilege of having you like this, can’t believe he’s ended up here with you. In this moment, as your palms are sliding up his back and you’re whispering confirmation of your own pleasure into his ear, he can’t believe he hasn’t told you how he feels. How perfect would this moment be if he could murmur love instead of lust against your lips?

You can sense the slight shift in him, it feels similar to whatever you’d sensed the morning he left for Michigan, similar to what you’d felt the day he’d come home from Texas. There’s something more of himself that he’s giving you as you move together.

Smiling as you let yourself drown in whatever it is that you’re feeling, you ask him for more, harder. He delivers, his hips crashing into you as he captures your lips with his own and slips his tongue past them. When he pulls away, you snag his bottom lip with your teeth and let them sink into the pillowy softness of it, feeling his hips stutter at the sharp sting. Encouraged by his reaction, you nip your way across his jaw and down his neck until your teeth find the subtle hollow where it meets his shoulder. Hard enough to leave a mark behind, you pull his skin into your mouth and bite down.

He sucks in a hiss and then groans as your tongue slides over the spot.

“You can’t do that, sweetheart. People will see it.”

“I want them to see it, know that you’re mine.”

Having painted landscapes of bruises across the canvas of your skin over the last few months, he understands the sentiment. Lifting himself to look into your eyes, he finds them squeezed shut and your mouth hanging open, quiet oh’s escaping it each time he thrusts into you.

“Look at me.” Your eyes snap open and focus on his. “You want them to know?” He doesn’t necessarily want to share you with the world, doesn’t really think you understand what that would entail but he’d do anything you asked if it would make clear his dedication.

“Yes…” You whisper it over and over, and the soft validation paired with the way your body is begging for it has him warning you that he’s about to cum. He lets go when you tell him to and pulls you into his side as soon as he settles onto the mattress.

After a minute or so of silence he tells you, “It might not be easy. When people find out about us. I just, I dunno, I want you to be prepared for that.” The memory of their reaction to your presence just a few weeks ago is still fresh in both of your minds.

Instead of responding, you let his words sink in, thinking to yourself that it doesn’t matter what happens, as long as he’s there to go through it with you.

The next weekend, you’re sitting in the twins’ kitchen scrolling on your phone and bringing a “margarita” to your lips, courtesy of the youngest Kiszka who’s sitting across from you.

You have to resist spitting it back into the glass. “Sam, this tastes like shit.”

He takes a gulp of his own and smacks his lips. “Well it’s mostly tequila so…”

“I don’t know why I continue to allow you to make me drinks. This is the last time.”

“If you plan on sticking around, I highly doubt it’ll be the last time. Suck it up and drink!” You pull a long sip through your straw and he laughs, that goofy guffaw that he does, when you cringe at the taste.

Coughing at the burn, you sputter before asking him, “What do you mean if I stick around?”

As if what he’s said was no big deal, his shoulders shrug. “Ya know, if the Jake girls don’t scare you away.”

“What the fuck is a ‘Jake girl’?”

“Well they’re not all girls. You know, his fans.”

Before you can ask him to elaborate, the rockstar in question breezes into the room. The first thing you notice is that a few more buttons on his shirt are fastened than usual, and you’re acutely aware that there are fresh blooms of color hiding on the skin underneath. He eases up to your side and pecks a kiss into your cheek.

“There’s only one Jake girl and you’re looking at her, now please shut the fuck up Sammy boy.”

“Ehhh I wouldn’t be so sure about that!” Sam’s obnoxious little brother side is showing and it’s getting under your skin, but Jake pays it no mind as he turns away to pour his own drink.

Josh saunters into the kitchen last, always taking the longest to get ready despite the fact that he’s wearing a white shirt and khaki pants, as usual.

“Wouldn’t be sure about what?”

Already bored of the topic, Jake is the first to reply. “Don’t worry about it Josh, can we go now that the princess is ready?”

You’re sure that the three of them will be poking at each other for the remainder of the evening, sometimes it seems like they can’t help themselves but their family dynamic makes you smile and you’re happy to be spun up in it.

The bar is relatively quiet when you arrive and the four of you are able to claim a pool table and order drinks without effort or incident. With a semi-serious competition underway as the balls roll over the felt, Jake’s hands and lips find you often, subtle placements on your body in passing that feel comfortable even in public. It strikes you that everything about this feels right, your best friend and your boyfriend, their little brother that you adore so much, being together like this.

You’re standing to the side of the table, end of your cue stick planted on the ground with your cheek resting on your hands wrapped around it. After taking his shot and failing miserably at sinking anything, Jake moves in to stand behind you and drops his chin to your shoulder.

“Whatcha smiling at, sweetheart?” A hand comes to rest on your hip and he lets his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, rubbing circles into the skin there. A quiet sigh floats past your lips at the contact.

“Nothing really, I just love you guys.”

His fingers pause and their soft placement turns into a firm grasp, the only indication that you’ve said something unexpected. As happens at least twice a day, he bites back what he really wants to say and replaces it first with a kiss pressed against your cheekbone.

On a nervous breath, with only a slight tremor in his voice, he says, “We love you too.”

He instantly regrets it. It’s completely true but it’s less than you deserve, and the indirect implication is certainly not how he would’ve intended to express his feelings for you for the first time. He sucks in a sharp breath and holds it in his lungs as you slowly turn your body to face him. When you remove a hand from your cue to cup his jaw, he lets it loose, the sweet acceptance in your eyes calming him.

“I know you do, Jake.”

Josh is watching, wondering what the two of you are whispering into the air between you that has his twin looking so… scared? No, nervous perhaps, but under his gaze Jake’s eyes close and he lets a grin take over his face. When they open, his mouth is moving again but Josh can’t make out the words. He’s still intrigued by this relationship that bloomed seemingly out of nowhere, and he makes a note to remember to pester you about it later. He knows how his brother feels, but you don’t talk to him about it much.

He’s still observing thoughtfully as he catches a flurry of motion in his periphery, muttering oh shit under his breath and turning to get eyes on Sam, who hasn’t seen what’s moving toward them yet.

A small group of people, heads huddled together and some with phones already out and pointed this way, are headed directly for you and Jake who are still wrapped up in the moment you’re sharing.

Josh smacks Sam on the shoulder, grabbing his attention and motioning for him to look around. Realization dawns on his face and he looks quickly between the group and his unsuspecting brother. “Oh shit, here we go.” Neither of them can move fast enough to offer a warning and as they look on, your moment is interrupted abruptly.

“Are you Jake Kiszka?!”

Jake's hand drops from your hip as his eyes, still locked onto yours, widen. Your own hand falls from where it had slid into his hair as you watch him fix his face into a pleasant but tight expression. He turns to them with a soft hey, how are you guys and they’re gushing over him. You’re frozen, unsure what you’re supposed to do but in an instant Josh and Sam are at your side. Sam, always amiable and able to make these situations comfortable for everyone, places an arm over Jake’s shoulder and feigns offense that they hadn’t wanted to meet him first. Josh takes you gently by your own shoulders and moves you away, turns you so that you're standing behind him and tells you quietly that you’re fine and this’ll be over in a second.

Thankfully, he’s almost correct. You stand aside and wait, listening as the group asks them for pictures and the guys oblige, but just as they’re offering thank you’s and it was nice to meet you’s, a single voice carries through the commotion and over the general noise of the bar.

“Is that your girlfriend??”

You don’t know who they’re asking, and you’re terrified to face them and find out, but you hear the answer.

His voice, soft in its timbre but strong in its conviction, reaches you as if he’s speaking directly into your ear.

“That is my girlfriend. If you guys don’t mind, I’d like to get back to her. I hope you have a good night, it was great to meet you.”

You turn just as he breaks away from them, and in a second he’s right in front of you with a hand once again on your hip. Their collective hushed awww is the last you hear from them before their group moves back toward where they came from, but all you can see is Jake.

“You okay?” It’s obvious from the way they’d handled it that the guys are undeniably used to being approached in public, they even enjoy it. He seems concerned about how it may have affected you, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as you might have imagined.

“Yeah, yes, I’m fine.” You offer a soft smile of reassurance, which he returns before kissing your forehead.

“You sure? We can leave if you want, I know it’s kind of weird-“

“No, let’s stay.” You want to stay, enjoy the simple normalcy of a night out with him while you still can. Looping an arm around his neck and twirling your fingers into the strands of hair that hang down his back, you pull him closer. “I can’t believe they just asked if I was your girlfriend like that…” You’d been surprised by their boldness and even more surprised by his answer, his personal life being something that he keeps close to the vest. He’s grinning at you like he knows something that you have yet to realize.

“Well, you got what you wanted. People will definitely know, sweetheart.”

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 77: When it All Falls Apart

Luigi had hoped to scuffle with Leroy secretly, so as not to disrupt the party, but Vlad had ensured the pair a wider audience.

Peachy was front and center, mustering up his best "cop voice" as he hollered at the fighters to "cease and desist!". Sadly, either his policing skills were rusty, or the combatants were too far gone, but it did no good and the battle continued to rage.

Luigi had expected the scrap with his elder to be easy, but Leroy had a lifetime of experience picking fights in seedy dive bars.

The expert brawler landed hit after hit. Luigi started out deflecting the worst of them, but soon had the wind knocked out of him. Head spinning, he could no longer defend himself. Leroy landed one final decisive punch, declaring "and that’s how it's DONE, you young punk!”

With that he turned around to grab his coat and his wife and get out of there, figuring correctly that he was no longer welcome.

As for the loser, Luigi didn’t just feel defeated, but also humiliated and judged by the hushed crowd of family that had appeared suddenly around him.

His anger spent, the foolishness of his little escapade came crashing down on him like a tidal wave of guilt. How had stooping to Leroy’s level ever seemed like a good idea? Even if he had won their little scrap he would have looked like a colossal ass, fighting on his dad's special day.

Dazed and aching, he wobbled over to a nearby bench, flopping down and burying his throbbing face in his hands.

He looked up and tried to smile when he heard Amaya approach, but something about the fight had clearly set her off.

“What kind of evil jerk tries to beat up an old man at his father’s wedding?! You can lose my number; I’m not interested in dating someone who would act the way you acted tonight. I can’t believe I was so wrong about you!” Having said her piece, she turned around and stormed off in a huff.

Hurt and shocked Luigi yelled at her retreating back to "just go then, if that's how you feel!". Fuming and trying to convince himself he'd never really liked her that much anyway; he didn’t even notice his dad approach until Peachy quietly settled beside him.

As calmly as he could Peachy told his boy: “I hope I won’t hear any excuses out of you. No matter what Leroy said or did, sneaking away to brawl like the sort of tavern crawler he associates with is not a reasonable way to settle differences or right any perceived wrong.”

Luigi's heart felt like it would break in two as his father went on “your papa would never want to see you acting this way. He always used logic and cunning to fight his battles. What you just did makes you no better than the sims Jack and I were forced to put away back in the day. I’m not mad, son, just deeply disappointed and worried. Please take a few minutes to reassess your behavior and do some serious soul searching, because you are on the edge of a very dark path.”

Clapping him on the shoulder Peachy rose, turning back with a smile “Not too long though. The dance floor is open, and that’s what I was hoping to see my boy doing tonight. It always makes you look so happy.”

As the crowd headed back inside, Luigi sat alone in the twilight, attempting the "soul searching" his father had recommended. He thought of how easily Leroy had goaded him into violence, and his father's concerns that he could end up on a "dark path" if he didn't change his behavior.

Looking back even further he considered his other serious altercations. Crashing prom and picking a fight with Bryon just because he'd asked Isra to go with him to the dance after they'd broken up. Beating up Beau, who all in all was turning out to be a decent sim, accidently injuring him in the process, because he'd made some snarky comments about Denton's choice of Spooky Day attire.

Amaya's choice of words as she was leaving echoed in the back of his brain. She'd called him evil. Surely, she was wrong… maybe he'd been quick to anger in the past but surely, he wasn't an evil sim, was he?

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