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Batfam X Neglected Reader ( Squid Games)
The Winner Takes It All by ABBA
When do humans get so desperate they give up their own lives for that small chance of money?
Money is a category in your history class dedicated to why money is the basis of your life. Economy.
I first witnessed someone leave everything had for money, my mother. When I was 5, I didn't know why my mother was leaving the manor with a huge suitcase, filled with cash.
My mother engaged to Bruce Wayne who only allowed her in as they procreated me. In her words, both sides should take responsibility, it takes two to tango, and why should she be the only one to deal with the consequences.
Which now is very hypocritical as she ran away taking everything but me.
I didn't want sympathy, but I didn't want to be treated like dirt for a mistake I didn't make.
For the next 13 years of my life, I tried to stay on the down low, no matter how many dirty looks, and the insults, not even when Damian would hurt me.
I just hoped they wouldn't mind if I stayed with them a little longer until I could find a stable way to leave.
That hope burst when Alfred came to my room and told me “Master Bruce has decided to kick you out and disown you, I'm so sorry, [name].”
I tried to somehow make it, promising myself, it was going to be okay.
I got into college, and the debt collected from that was massive, so I had to go get loans at the bank, and then get into a part-time job, but every day seemed like we were always getting robbed. My manager had no choice but to let me go.
“I'm sorry, sugar, but we aren't pulling in enough customers and I can't afford to keep too many employees, there's no easy way to say this but, you have to quit. I don't want to fire you, it'd look bad for any job you'd apply for next.”
I held onto her hand like a lifeline I begged and pleaded with no avail.
I tucked my tail in and went to the Wayne manor.
"Um, It's [name], could I... um..." I swallowed my words, afraid to say them, I mean, this was humiliating, 13 years since I'd seen them and the first thing I asked for was cash? "... borrow some money."
No surprise I was rejected, but that didn't hurt me it was the comments, how I was so much like my mother.
I waddled to the train station, if I was lucky, the train wouldn't be hijack or filled with gas tonight.
"Hey, you want to earn some money?" A guy next to me.
"No, thank you."
"10,000 dollars. Just a child's game"
I lifted my head to stare at him. I couldn't see his face, hidden behind a mask.
"It's a Korean game, visited it a few days ago, so would you mind playing it with me?" He gave an authoritative vibe, it made me want to back away, his aura was sinister.
I had already hit rock bottom, what could be lower? I hesitantly nodded my head.
I don't know how many times I lost, but I finally did it!
Handing me the cash and then handing me this weird card.
"If you ever need more, contact us." with that he walked away.
Third POV
“B, are you sure this is the right spot?”
‘Positive. Are you sure you want to join on this mission, Dick.”
Despite what anyone might think Batman, otherwise known as Bruce Wayne cares and loves his kids.
Changing into suits and golden animal masks, they went to the VIP room, make some bets on random numbers.
Oracle was doing the background work, hacking into everything, it wasn't like the movies and the stress was on.
The court of Owls was not just one villain working but a cult that was not only wealthy but influential, with their own members, called Talons who were armed and ready.
On the screen 456 players appeared.
“Today, we have prepared the game red light, green light. A child game.” The frontman introduced the V.I.P’s at the start of the first round.
[name]’s POV:
Waking up, the clothes I was originally wearing changed into the tracksuit outfit with a number on it.
A person caught my eye, it’s Astro! From the law department, I couldn’t help but approach him.
“What are you doing here?” Word got around that he was an academic genius, and many had hope for his bright future.
I could only remember how fond his mother was when talking about him, I thought I saw her the other day working.
“Oh, [name]. It’s been a while hasn’t it? What are you doing here?” He dodged the question.
“I… couldn’t afford college and took out a loan, eventually I got a lot of debt.” Our conversation got cut short as we headed to this random room.
Going to this machine it said ‘smile’
I gave a gummy like smile before making my way to the field
Playing red light, green light.
After explaining the rules everyone started running, nothing was wrong until a person got spotted moving during the red light, poor guy, going home penniless after making it here-
Spat
Oh.
There’s blood on my shoes.
It was like a stampede of people running to the door, stacking on top of each other. I was frozen out of fear.
Wha-
What do I do?
I’m afraid.
Someone tell me, what do I do?!
Before I knew it, I made it to the end.
Third POV:
Thankfully no one found the bat family suspicious or they would’ve noticed how they tensed up seeing as their daughter/sibling had the first contestant’s blood splattered not only on her shoes but also on her clothes.
A break had ensued as the game was over and everyone made their way to their individual rooms.
“What are they doing there?!”
“Should we stop it now?!”
“How?!”
“Quiet down!” Bruce had stopped the panic, but in reality he, himself didn’t know what to do either.
[name]’s POV:
Going back to the room, I felt like a doll and everyone sat on the floor.
The sickening feeling of seeing the gold lighting illuminating the clear pig, with money dropping down into it.
I could feel my stomach drop just thinking about it.
I didn't know what was happening until Astro got up and rebutted the guards.
“Clause three, The games may be terminated upon a majority vote, right?”
Thankfully, ending this sick and twisted game.
That didn’t last long though as a day had passed and I was back in this building. I think everyone who left was.
I talked to new people, especially this one old man who reminded me of Alfred.
“I could say the same to you. You’re young, and your debt is lower than most people here, so why continue risking your life for this money?” I shook my head, my face holding a sad smile.
“No matter how hard I try I just keep gaining then losing debt. But it’s different for you sir. Doesn’t the government give insurance and medicare for the elderly?” I held his hands in mine.
“The government isn’t as nice as you think, corrupt up in their high-paying jobs, but still greedy for more.”
As the games ensued I could feel myself deteriorate.
Third POV
Gripping onto the couch arms, and bouncing off one's feet could symbolize when someone is... anxious.
Or it could be showing anticipation.
So let's pretend that's what Bruce Wayne is feeling right now.
And if we asked his opinion on number ###, [name] [lastname]...
Most people would think, "Yes, he must be anticipating her death, how the blood would splatter, whether it be from losing a game or betrayal from another contestant." That's what most people would think of that entire family.
How could you not?
They shamed her, bullied her, and scorned her away from their home.
Wouldn't even provide financial aid much less.
Isn't that why she's here in the first place?
It was like they wanted her to grovel and die, die a death that would have no meaning, not even to this unforgiving world.
However, you'd be shocked that's not correct.
Anxiety is a scary thing it makes you make rash decisions. Good or bad.
It was nothing new to these vigilantes.
But oh. seeing her tired eyes, sweat dripping down everywhere, from her head to her legs. Her trembling form.
If you didn't know the context you'd already think she was a corpse.
No! That's wouldn't couldn't be true.
They couldn't allow it to be, she was going to be safe.
She had to be.
She was forgotten, but now, everyone's eyes were on her.
Anxiety is a scary thing, and with the current event, situation, there was nothing they could do but hope for the best, bounce their legs, and grip the couch.
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It’s time for the next game.
“For this game we’ll be playing the marble game.”
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There will be 2 endings choose which one. (I'll be making both.)
-> Thank you… for playing with me.
-> Astro!
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Could you please write a story where lando x reader have basically 'adopted' keegan (even tho he's like 3 yrs younger than them) and she hates whenever they make him do dangerous stuff
AN: SPECIAL EXTRA FLUFF POST!!!! (I know I said I wasn't gonna post a fluff this week but this came in and I got too excited so I quickly wrote it before work! NOT proof read!
OMG stop I absolutely love this idea!! I stopped writing a fic to get this one started! I did switch timelines just a big to make the story work so pretend the video on Quadrant where Keegan tried Karting for the first time happened after summer break!
TW: NONE
WC: 1.1K
Y/N POV
"Keegs, have you eaten anything today?" I ask walking up to him with the sandwich I had made for him before we had left for the yacht day.
"I had breakfast," he says softly knowing we had eaten over 6 hours ago and he had been outside all day in the sun.
"Keegan, you're an athlete stop being stupid," I laugh while tossing him the sandwich which he great fully took and started eating it.
"He's a grown man, love. Let him live," Lando tells me softly while approaching me from behind and taking me into his hold.
"You too Norris, sit down and eat," I say while passing him the second sandwich which has him groaning but instantly sitting next to Keegan and starts eating his sandwich.
"Whipped," I hear Max Fewtrell say from somewhere else on the yacht making me shake my head and threaten him with the last sandwich in hand.
"You and P are such moms," Max rolls his eyes while taking the food from me and sitting next to his best friend.
Over the last year or so the friendship between Lando and Keegan had grown from more than just a sponsored athlete to a truth friendship. When the younger boy started coming around it was almost instant that my motherly instincts kicked in with him.
I mean hell when he called us after winning gold at the Paris Olympics I hadn't stopped crying from podium. He still laughs about it and even pokes fun but he has also on multiple occasions expressed how thankful he to have Lando and I in his life.
Once the yacht day has come to an end we make our way back to the house we had rented for the week.
"We're going cliff jumping tomorrow, do you guys want to come?" Martin's friends asked the rest of us when we had made it back to the house.
"No," I instantly say a long with P while all the boys instantly say "yes" making me look directly at them.
"Have you all lost your damn mind? 1 of you is in contract for racing which mind you comes back in just a few weeks and the other just came off of Olympic gold, you need to be fucking careful," I start ranting while Martin starts laughing at the group dynamic not expecting anything less from us.
"It's fine, we'll be fine," Lando reassures me making me me shake my head.
"Get Zak's approval and then it's fine," I say with a smirk and a little shoulder shrug knowing his boss would lose his ever living mind if he found out his young driver is trying to do something so dangerous.
"Please! I promise we wont get hurt," Lando begs giving me his puppy dog eyes I have never been able to say no to, a long with Keegan behind him giving me the same look.
"Okay fine, but I swear to God if you get hurt," I say while pointing a finger before the two boys.
With that the broke out in bright smiles and Lando instantly took me into his arms and places a few kisses on my lips.
We're now coming to the end of our trip when Lando and I are relaxing in bed having some much needed downtime when a knock rings out through our room.
"Come in," I call out grabbing my bookmark and putting the book I was reading to the side.
When Keegan walks in he has a nervous expression written all over his face.
"What's wrong?" I ask sitting up a bit taller making Lando sit up a bit more noticing the serious expression written across the younger man's face.
"Can I ask for some advice?" Keegan says while walking into the room and closing the door behind him.
"Of course, you can sit on the bed," I say laughing a little when I noticed him awkwardly standing near the end of the bed.
"So I've been talking to this girl," Keegan starts while sitting on the bed.
"Aye! My man," Lando says excitedly while dapping Keegan up making his cheeks grow even redder.
"Well anyways, her name is Ella and we've been talking for awhile and I want to make it official but I'm nervous she might say no and I also need ideas on how to plan the perfect date to ask," Keegan admits making me smile. While it might have been Lando's first time hearing about about Ella, Keegan had already come to me about her and from what I had gathered he really liked her and she seemed really sweet.
After about an hour of planning the most perfect date for Keegan to take Ella on he thanked up both before leaving the room with a bright smile on his face.
"That's my son for real," Lando says laughing making me shake my head with a laugh falling from my lips.
"He's such an awesome kid," I reply back before cuddling closer into Lando's side.
"Did you pull the same move on Carlos when you where asking me out," I tease with a smirk on my face.
"Maybe," Lando admits with his cheeks reddening.
It's been a few weeks since summer break and we already have a week off from racing which means it's time to film for Quadrant and as we pull up to the track both Lando and Max have been suspiciously quiet about what we will be filming.
When we pull up to the track I see Keegan almost instantly making everything click for me.
"No! He is not about to hope in a kart without any training!" I say sternly making Max laugh and Lando turn and give me a reassuring smile.
"He's fine, he can drive a car, he can drive in a few circles on a kart," Lando says but it just makes me groan and throw my head back.
Lando did end up giving Keegan a small run down before filming and once he was in the first Kart I could already feel my stomach drop. He was going as fast as his car will allow him to go but you can see the difference between Lando's control of the Kart and his control but after the first lap he was able to adjust and already looked more comfortable.
As the karts got faster the more I go stressed. Keegan was clearly having an amazing time in the karts but my anxiety is going through the roof.
By the end of the video it is clear to all of us that Keegan loved every moment of it and even asked the next time he could drive one.
When the video was posted fan instantly clung to the fact that I was like a mom to Keegan. I mean an entire compilation was made where it was every moment I made a comment, face, or gasp throughout the short video making fans across F1 laugh at the endearing moments between friends.
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Sorry it feels a bit rushed I just loved the idea and might even circle back around in the future and add to the story
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕲UESS ᝰ! CHAPTER SIX
synopsis: katseye lucked out when their team managed to score a-list award-winning actress, y/n l/n to be featured in their upcoming music video for ‘touch’. when the cameras turn off and the doors close, lara feels a little more than just onscreen chemistry with her music video love interest.
On the drive to the café, you assured your manager you would make sure you all show up to the studio on time. In the black corvette you got from your parents as a gift for your 18th after winning a Golden Globe. Dressed in a grey sweater, a navy MLB cap on backwards, some camo sweats, and some ice, you were definitely dressed more on the comfort-casual side. You knew you were going to be thrown in so many different styles and getups for the day, you needed some relief.
You hadn’t even noticed your heart drumming against your chest until you turned into the last corner the café was on. You usually concealed emotions well, especially when it came to meeting different kinds of people. It was your job to be able to put up a front, but the sound of your heart racing against in your ear was drowning out the sound of the radio.
The café you wanted to go to was frequented by Californian stars, you knew their security personnel was good enough for you to have a private first meeting.
When you parked, you checked yourself in the mirror, yanking your phone out of its holder. You texted your manager a quick message informing him of your arrival before getting out the car. Sophia had texted you they had arrived a couple minutes ago, so you’d assumed they had gotten a seat for themselves. When you entered the coffee shop, you were greeted by the barista you had the pleasure of befriending after many trips here for a snack early before a flight or late after a shoot.
“Hey, y/n, good to see you.” Yeonjun called. He grabbed a paper cup, flipping it in-air before holding a pen to its “I got your usual coming up. Want a bite today?”
You hummed, “Yeah, an eclair would be great. I’m actually here to meet a couple new friends, YJ. Did you happen to see a group of pretty women walking in here?”
He nodded, gesturing towards the back. “Around the cut, I got them a table out of view. Figured it was important.”
You shot him a smile. “Thanks. $30 in the jar for you.”
You stuffed a couple notes in the tip jar, giving him a wink. He chuckled, shaking his head. “You spoil me.”
When you circled around back to the VIP section of this café, it was criminal how fast your eyes scouted the group out of the few people sitting. When they spotted you, Sophia was first to stand, meeting you in the middle for a brief hug.
“Oh my God, y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
You smiled at her, “Yeah, likewise. Damn, you guys are crazy tall.” You joked, glancing between all six of them. They were a good couple inches taller than you, but their bright smiles and vibrant clothing gave them a softer, friendlier edge. “And more beautiful than your pictures, which I didn’t think was possible.”
They’re all stunning in their own way—each with a presence that demands attention—but one of them catches your eye almost immediately. Her tall, dark and mysterious aura seemed to intrigue you—just like she had when you saw her pictures.
She’s standing just a few feet away, her posture confident but not overbearing. There's an easy grace to her movements as she adjusts something on her wrist, her attention momentarily focused on fixing the crooked bracelet as Manon and Sophia bombarded you with words. Yet, as soon as her gaze shifted to meet yours, it broke through your professional exterior, you glanced down, swallowing thickly to regather your composure. You looked up, feeling Daniela push herself forward between the two eldest members of the group.
“Honey, we are absolutely obsessed with you.” she grinned, tilting her head. She was rather affectionate, loud when she was excited. You could see why your friends recommended texting her to break the ice. “When we found out we would be working with you, I almost broke my phone.”
“Spoiler alert, she did break her phone.” Megan snorted, earning an exaggerated glare from Daniela.
As they bickered about, you found your nerves easing at the chaotic energy these girls brought. Without the supervision of their manager, they were rather unfiltered, and that made you a lot more comfortable. Still, your attention split between the narrative and a certain red-headed Scorpio, who had yet to say anything despite being the one you’ve talked to most online.
You found yourself drawn to her. There's something about the way she carried herself—effortless, cool, but with a quiet intensity that felt magnetic. The other members chattered around you, making small talk, but your attention kept slipping back to Lara, who seemed to sense your curious gaze. She offered you a subtle, knowing smile, the kind that makes your heart skip a beat. And that had only ever happened around one other person in your life, a person who loved playing games with you.
"Do y’know anything about the music video?" When she finally spoke, her voice was smooth, velvety, almost teasing, as if she already knew more about you than she let on. It didn’t seem intentional, like that was who she was, who she presented herself to be. It was so attractive, so electrifying.
"No," you managed, your words feeling a little more breathless than you'd like. "My manager didn’t tell me anything.”
Her smile widened just a fraction, her eyes flicking down your outfit before returning to your face. "I think it’s gonna be fun. But you’ll be in and out the changing room a lot today."
Both of you didn’t seem to notice the knowing glances shared among the other five members, before Sophia cleared her throat, changing the topic. “We gotta head to the studio, have you gotten anything to eat yet?”
You nod, the energy between the two of you palpable now, thick with unspoken curiosity. As the others continue talking, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more here—a connection, an unspoken understanding—that might make this experience with Katseye something… memorable. And it’s definitely not just the music video you’re thinking about now.
You can’t help but wonder how deep this connection could go.
You just could not stop thinking about Lara. You wanted nothing more than to get to know her better, get to know what was behind those sharp eyes and gated lips. Her confidence was intoxicating, the way her eyes raked you up and down, despite showing no interest over text and obviously having a lot of people she’s talking to on the side.
You had been welcomed by so many respectful staff, given so many gifts and invited into comfortable spaces. Even when you were finally stripped out of your last outfit and lead to a room to wait while Roy and Katseye’s team made a couple arrangements, you couldn’t stop thinking about her.
It was obvious to you there were more eager members of the band who wished for some time alone, but you just wanted to figure her out. As insane as that sounded, you reminded yourself you only began texting this woman for one weekend, and this morning was the first time you’d laid eyes on her.
“Okay, thank you for waiting, y/n.” Grayson, the director of the music video announced when he walked through the door. “It’s an honour to be able to work with you.”
“Likewise,” you replied with a smile, eyeing Sophia behind him.
“So I’ve explained your parts in this music video. You’re the woman these girls have been thinking about, they’re sad, they’re mad, they’re frustrated with you toying with their feelings.” You nodded along to his explanation, “You’ll be filmed rolling your eyes when they call, ignoring them, flirting with other people and stuff but those are standalone scenes. For another part of the video we’re gonna film last, we need you posing in a photo booth with one of the girls like a cute couple, before walking down the street chasing after another woman you saw through the shop window.”
So you were playing the toxic partner in a relationship; that’s a first, you’ve always been on the receiving end.
“So right now, we have the girls lined up and we’ll do a really quick chemistry screening. Sophia’s up first.”
The two of you shared a quick smile, before you were guided towards a table with two cups in front of a camera. You were then told to act like the two of you were on a date. And though Sophia’s bright expression softened the awkward tension at first, it was obvious when the two of you would accidentally move your hands at the same time and apologize quickly.
The director shook his head, “Okay, the two of you look cuter as a friendship, the romance feels forced on screen.”
Sophia nodded, the two of you sharing a couple words making a joke about breaking up before the leader was invited to leave. Then came Manon, and you knew it was going to be a while.
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Spencer Reid x Reader- Just a super fluffy short fic about Spencer realizing he wants you to move in because you already practically live in his apartment.
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Spencer Reid does NOT have a clean apartment. That being said he'd LOVE for you to move in.
He likes the idea of your things being scattered in with his to the point neither of you know whos is whos.
His books litter the apartment and no matter how many times you pick them up they always end up off the shelves. Spencer often has a jumbled brain and his apartment reflects that.
But then your stuff gets thrown in the mix before you even move in. He finds the pajamas you wore during a sleep over a few days ago in his hamper.
He finds the snacks you like in his cupboard. Along with your waterbottle air drying by his sink.
You let some of your shower stuff/skin care stuff in his bathroom and just havent taken them back yet since yku stay over so often.
All of this comes to a peak when he finds the book you were reading last week laying next to his on his coffee table. It makes Spencer's heart swell and the only thing he can think of is he wants all of you to be with all of him.
You had just left your apartment and were on the way to his after picking up some takeout. Spencer eagerly awaited, barley being able to contain himself with the overwhelming feeling of just you.
The sound of his door creaking open made his head snap your way. "Honey I'm home!" You call out jokingly, making yourself laugh at your own joke.
Spencer didn't laugh though because the idea of you being home at his apartment made his chest flutter with something even he couldn't recognize.
Spencer quickly got up from the old couch and went to the kitchen to find you. You were opening the take out containers trying to identify what was what. When you looked up Spencer was just coming into the room.
"Hey babe,"you smile at him warmly. "Move in with me." Spencer rushes out as fast as he can. It takes you a minute to process. By the time you do Spencer realizes how demanding he sounded.
"Wha-" You begin, Spencer cuts you off. "I'm sorry I mean, I'd like for you to move in with me." The desperation evident in his voice makes your heart grow in size it seems.
"Spence I'd love to but are you sure? I mean I practically live here already but I don't want you to regret it." Confusion floods your boyfriends mind. Why would he regret being with you all the time?
His mind ran through every situation he could think of and it all boiled down to 'I want to be with my amazing partner'. "I could never regret it, I just want you to love with me."
The love that drips from his words almost overwhelm you and your only outlet is giving the genius the biggest hug of his life. It knocks him back slightly but he quickly recovers enough to hug back.
"I love you y/n."
"I love you to Spencer."
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"You get periods?!" By MC <3
Xeijun's Letters: My first post, I guess? Anyways, thank you so much to @tsukii0002 for inspo for these scenarios. Hope you like them. I added a bit to them for my own personal headcanon.
Warnings: kidnapping, cannibalism, gouging out eye, petty, obnoxious, vanitious Lucifer, personal headcanons. Almost fem! coded reader? Because I'm fem...so. A bit OCC due to hormonal imbalance in our bois.
Lucifer
Walking around, you pulled out yet another feather from your hair..Searching for Lucifer on his periods was dire work, you could have become an investigator. EASILY! With him and his nest revolving around the hidden rooms which move around House of Lamentation, it's like 'Where's Waldo', but with Lucifer to comfort him.
Having almost beaten Beel in eating just a few days ago, with chewing something every few seconds; chips, cup ramen, dinner left-overs, five tiffins packed for RAD, demonus frozen into cubes for him to chew on, some demon who pissed him off?...And now, he's nowhere to be seen, not touched a single morsel of food..How great.
Huffing you pushed the brick in the hallway which was a doorway, hoping it'll lead to where you need to go and thankfully it did...except it looked like, well...a Rapunzel's tower, without the Rapunzel or the beauty of it and made from whatever, as you huffed,
"Lucifer! You here?!" you called, as Lucifer's head popped, upside down. On his periods, he definitely had more confidence, more vanity, cared less on what others thought and was so much more obnoxious..kind of disgusting if not for you almost finding it hot,
"Oh, missing me already?" he asked, smirking, "How darling of you to do that~" his wings ruffling, the barely light coming from this brick wall room putting light on his horns and wings, both of glowing softly iridescent a baby blue almost.
You sighed, as the moment he ruffled his wings a few more feathers got off, it's like having a cat, if you were honest. His wings spread over the width of the room, almost 10 feet, as he smiled and jumped down from his upside down position from the edge of his nest.
How lovely it was when his eyes fell on a strand of white which he plucked off, his nails decorated red with skulls from Asmo a few days ago when Lucifer had been admiring himself in a mirror, as he looked at it, his white scleras almost fading like ink in water to become black,
"Hanging out with Solomon, were you?" he asked, hissing as you sighed, groaning, of-course he figured it out. His senses were out of this world, everything was out of sight, but nothing out of eyes or mind, it seemed.
A guttural noise rumbled in his throat, which almost shook the ground, it felt like as he scoffed, like a petulant child and within a blink of an eye, had got over the edge of his nest, back into the depths of comfort. Mad at you for hanging out with that shady sorcerer.
As you sighed, "come on, peacock boy. Pull me into your nest, I went to him for help. I promise, he didn't do anything.." you said, looking for an opening, which ou did with Belphie's head stuck through and mouth taped, as you hitched back.
"Lucifer...What's Belphie doing here?" you asked, as his hand pushed out a large hoodie which you were sure belonged to Beel from the smell of curry on it, as his head poked out a bit, though his horns got stuck,
"He was sleeping in the hallway, I think he was cold. My little brother" he said, pouting almost..Oh how he changes during periods, gross.
As you sighed, pushing Belphie in as you poked in through the hole despite Lucifer's protest, as he placed Belphie through the opening again to block it up as you rolled your eyes.
You almost felt compelled to pull him into a hug like usual, but didn't because the last time you did...Let's just say, you ended up a scar across your face and an eye gouged out on accident, thought it was easily fixed by one of Solomon's potions and frankly, you didn't want a repeat of it as you shove some cotton into Belphie's ears and made place and sat down on the ground.
Lucifer's wings ruffled a bit, as one of his wings gently stroked you as you smiled, "I just went to Solomon to get my scar fixed" you assured him with a smile, as he grudgingly shifted from his sitting position to look back, his scleras black as he glared at you, though you could see them soften.
"Fine.." he scoffed, as he extended one hand and you crawled closer, shifting to snuggle again him as he huffed, pulling you to fall back against the pillows in his nest. Oh my Diavolo...Lucifer was burning and freezing, almost too high or too cold...You couldn't tell if you were to shiver or remove your shirt.
And he sat there, patiently as if waiting for something, his wings ruffling every few minutes as he waited intently, while you were busy coughing out feather plumes and feather strands blowing them away from your face.
As his face contorted into a frown when you were taking so long and didn't even look like it as he shifted his wings back, crossing his arms over the loose black shirt he had been wearing, feeling weird feeling of insecurity and sadness pool in his gut as he waited and waited and waited, as you seemingly didn't notice.
Lucifer ruffled his wings again, hoping you'll get the hint...you didn't.
His moments of no sleep, eating too much and hormones over the place led to anxiety and slight paranoia. As he almost feel bugs on his skin, before he adamantly spoke. How dare his favourite human not appreciate him? Almost the perfect being in all realms,
"What? Why are you not complimenting me?" he asked, words laced with venom as you looked up.
Oh...Poor Lucifer. You almost had to laugh as you snuggled against him more, removing your jacket,
"Your wings..They look nice Lucifer. So shiny and colourful!" you smiled, admiring your the way the baby blue shined different shades as he proudly smugly grinned, as he hugged you, almost purring softly, thankfully Belphie woke up somewhere and teleported out or something, cause there was an opening.
"You're not leaving. Ever" he whispered smugly, as if he read your thoughts about leaving, "we can buy cervical pillows then, hm?" you suggested as he nodded, purring just slightly louder.. As you smiled, leaning back against him as he wrapped his wings around your,
"So...Can I leave? I think I'm gonna pee my pants.."
"No."
Mammon
You sighed, groaning and putting aside your plate of some human world fruit Barbatos was so nice to bring to you, as you were stuck on the second floor of Mammon's room, above the car, but also in the high walled nest of his, for some reason.
He got too protective yesterday when you weren't there when he came home ince you were in the toilet and he went into a literal panic attack and the house had caught FIRE...somewhere, don't ask..
So you were stuck, cleaning the place up a bit, lights of his dimmed like Levi's usually was, but without the glowing tank..only soft golden fairy lights you'd convince him to put up for you to live in and not go insane.
The past few days Mammon had somehow put too much attention on everything and yet no attention at all, he got 6/100 in maths, which i weird cause he got the best marks in maths of-course with a test which said grimm everywhere.
And so, you thought you'd have time until you learnt the day his period came, so you were stuck in Mammon's room.
You had already stepped on a little snow glove, a shiny golden painted lego, screamed your lungs almost when stepping on a foil ball and even a necklace clasp which was a bit too shiny.
You sighed in relief, when Mammon did come home, his eyes glowing golden bright and pupils round and covering his irises as he lunged at you, jumping onto you and kissing your lips roughly.
"loveyouloveyouloveyou!—I got human a little shiny thing!" he said brightly, after pulling away and digging into his large pockets to pull out a tiny little D, possibly a low level one and an Envy one, so the poor thing was nervous and almost thee size of your palm
"Now ya won't be hu'gry" Mammon said proudly with a bright smile, showing off his fangs as you smiled awkwardly, taking the little D in your hands and setting him free when Mammon wasn't looking as he was ready to be showered in praise as you took a step back, stepping on a little jewel and wincing as you groaned
You seriously needed to clean this nest...
Until then, you held the jewel in your hand and decided to present it to Mammon, as you smiled to him, holding out your open palm with the jewel resting in it and you swear you saw angels singing for you in his eyes with his pupils becoming hearts and eyes almost tear up!
Mammon jumped onto you, his leathery wings fluttering behind him like little fly's wings in excitement as he peppered kisses, like all others. He got too open to show feelings during his period, as you gently pulled off a few wings you knew were itchy with the way they got stuck in the spikes on his wings and threw them off somewhere...
He let out a soft whistle, almost a squawk like noise from his throat. It was high pitched and yet gentle, like crows during a rainy night as he snuggled against you, looking at you as if asking "Did ya miss The Great Mammon while he away?" as his eyes looked at you expectantly as you smiled, gently tapping on his back and wings as they ruffled,
"I missed the Great Mammon SOOO MUCH while he away!" you said, hugging him tightly as he snuggled into you as if trying to bury himself into your skin.
Another thing was, Mammon refused to be in his normal form, walking around in his demon form, scaring the shit out of most, since he was mostly in demon form when angry and everyone assumed he was livid.
So his hands hastily worked on the buckles of his jacket in his demon form, for one. still snuggling his head under your jacket, though his hands clumsily worked, barely doing anything as he almost growled in annoyance and desperation.
Seeing your boyfriend, Mammon's fruitless efforts, you smiled and sighed, lifting your loose shirt you were wearing a bit, one of his, as he immediately wrapped his arms around you and while one hand ran through his hair while his hands held onto you under your shirt, the other worked to gently unbuckle the straps of his leather jacket.
Gently undoing it, it fell off as he snuggled into you, burying his face in your tummy while his hands held you tightly, feeling the skin-to-skin, as he gently as he growled and whistled gently as if telling you about his day as he rubbed his wrists or his neck gently on your wrists or neck, as if spreading his scent and presence to you.
While you gently preened Mammon's wings, pulling of wings which were growing weird and sticking to his wings to make it hard for him while fixing others which were growing correctly,
"Oh, how in Diavolo's name did you preen your wings before?" you asked, grinning softly while you gently fed him slices of the fruit while he fed you, though it was a bit sour for him while it was sweet to you.
The Great Mammon was just so happy to be with his human, purring like a little corvid rumbled in happiness at times. Like right before they cawed, it sounded like that, his eyes round and glowing, like a baby crow's...Oh how lovely!~
Leviathan
You sighed, feeling the humidity already stick to you as you entered Leviathan's room. Levi seemingly buried under piles of blankets and clothes in his bathtub which was spilling water, in-fact the entire floor was covered in water, his PC and everything wrekept on loft stands with water resistance spells, so those were safe..
But it did feel like Levi's aquarium had spilled overwater, as you walked past the watering some slippers, which did little since water touched your feet anyway, you gently whistled and called,
"Levi? Levi! You here?" you softly asked, digging into the tub, as your hands brushed similar scales of Levi's tail, before it slipped out of your hands far deeper than what the tub's actual depth was..
You figured he was down there, in the underwater caves which his tu was enchanted to lead him to as you pushed off the blankets a bit, turning off thee humidifier and applied a underwater breathing spell, just in-case.
As you called to him, as softly was possibly, as gently as possibly, having not seen him and only heard his hisses and hums and grunts, you'd gotten well to understand him non-verbally, but you hadn't seen him in a long while, sometimes asleep or sometimes not even in the tub.
"Levi?~ Sweetheart, come on up.." you gently called, when you saw the tub, inky navy blue show the glow of a gently snake-like swish in it, as you sighed in relief. Levi's tail..
"Sweetheart? Darling?..Come on up, I wanna see ya" you whispered gently, as Levi's head gently poked out, his hair was a bit disheveled and almost cut short. His eyes glowing gentle iridescent purple-orange with his scleras black, as he softly hissed.
His tongue softly came out, almost forked like a snake's as his horn also glowed gently, his scales on his neck, throat and cheeks glowed in the almost dimmed out lights of his room, no light on, the aquarium's dim glow enough to give him a headache at times.
"There you are, Levi.." you softly cooed as he let out a soft hiss, almost shifting back, as if saying "You're only pitying me by being here, aren't you?"
His skin was feverish, as if he'd not been intaking enough nutrients, which he probably was since Lucifer did tell you Levi'd be so insecure, he'd refuse to do basic things.
But you ignored his hiss and gently shifted closer, extending your hand and letting him snuggled his face against it very hesitantly, cupping his face and snuggling against it while you were placing a moist towel on his head to cool him down.
It was so nice to see your boyfriend was okay at-least, thank Diavolo..
His horns branched out, almost majestically large, like ones you'd expect from Levi as his title of "Devildom's Navy Commander" and he glowed, his fingers long and pointed with glowing webbed skin in between it, as he softly hissed, almost debating if to snuggle further or pull away because you HAD to be lying!
Why would ya like him? But you refuse to let go, so he chose the former option, gently humming and squeaking against your cheek, your skin wetting gently more the water on him, but never mind.
Levi gently hummed, pulling you close, his nails gently stroking your wrist as he pulled you into the tub, not caring if your clothes got wet, before he suddenly got shy due to his bold action that he dipped inside the tub to hide somewhere. Of-course Levi made sure you couldn't follow him, but you were nothing if not persistent.
Using spells and powers to track him down, you got underwater too. Thank god for that earlier underwater breathing spell, no? As you gently looked around, finding Levi hidden in some very deep cave, almost hard for you to breathe, as you poked your head up, the cave having the tiniest bit space to let you breathe which was above water.
Levi gently hissed, his eyes teary as he moved to show this glowing scales on his tail, his skin, his arms and his glowing horns, as you softly smiled, "There you are, pretty boy" you smiled as he hissed as if denying it, his black scleras somehow making his eyes stand out and cuter.
"Now now, lt's not self-hate. I promise on my head you're very cute" you said, as Levi hissed, his tail wrapping around your waist for warmth as you giggled from hos cold his tail and his hands were as he hissed, very gently with a smile.
You didn't mention to bother the slightly dulled-out scales, but he gently extended his hand to you with his little crystals, almost usual as he smiled, thanking him.
Levi put his hands gently on your hips, looking u at you from under the water's surface, while your face was just above, right under the crystalline, rocky caves of the ink waters, very softly purring as he smiled gently, gently scratching his shoulder.
Levi wasn't wearing a shirt, only his pants from his demon form, eeing as he scratched and tore the shirt off due to being so itchy, so you hoped he wouldn't do the same to you, because you had no scales to protect your nips like his.
You softly stroked his scales, very gently, hoping nothing was being too itchy, incase you lose a finger with how sharp his nails were currently, as you smiled,
"How pretty!~" you whispered, cooign to him as he let out a hiss to disagree, "I am not saying it out of pity..ut if you do think they're ugly..well" you paused, giggling as he poked his head to stare at your eyes above the water level,
"You're going to start eating protein and not Hana Ruri-chan ramen" you said as he almost gasped, letting out a hiss of disbelief as you grinned. Oh Levi..
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A Night On The Couch – Glen Powell
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Y/N got home from work past 7 o'clock. She hung her keys and jacket by the door. She let her work bag fall off her shoulder and left it by the door. She headed straight to the bedroom and quickly changed into a baggy shirt and a pair of leggings. She took off her makeup and pulled her hair into a messy bun.
When she walked into the kitchen to get a glass of wine, she noticed she was home alone. She grabbed her phone but stopped. She knew there was no point in calling her husband. She knew that he wouldn't answer his phone while at work.
The pros and cons of being married to an actor.
Y/N sat on the couch with her glass of wine in her hand. Memories of the horrible day raced through her mind. All she wanted right now was to wrap herself in her husband's arms.
Instead, she spent several hours sipping wine, watching a horrible reality show, with tears streaming down her face. When the front door opened, she let out a sigh of relief.
"You're home," Y/N said shakily as she put her empty glass of wine on the coffee table and stood up.
"Not for long!" Glen called out as he jogged upstairs. Just as soon as she was filled with hope, it shattered.
"Of course," she mumbled as she went to the kitchen and poured herself another glass. She walked back out as Glen ran down the stairs he just ran up, except now he was in different clothes.
"Sorry, babe. I gotta get going. I have a meeting and then. . ."
"I'm not surprised," she said, making him stop.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Seriously?" She scoffed. "Glen, this is the longest conversation we've had all month."
"And?" He shrugged. "We're both busy. You're the assistant to that big magazine producer."
"Eddie Morris," she sighed. "He's the editor of Vogue magazine."
"I said that," he brushed off. "What I was saying is that we're both busy. It happens to married couples who both work. It's normal."
"No, it's not, Glen."
"Of course it is," he shrugged grabbing his jacket from the closet and slipping it on. "Honey, it's difficult for married couples to both work and still have time for each other."
"Maybe that should tell us something," Y/N mumbled. "Glen, don't you think we should talk about that? We're never around each other and we never seem to mind. I'd really hate to say this, but maybe it would be easier for us to. . ."
"Don't say it," he said harshly as he turned around.
"It's not like I want a divorce," she tried to reassure him.
"You just said. . ."
"I was going to say that we should talk to someone."
"Therapy?" Glen scoffed.
"Look, it's no secret that our marriage has been rough. We need to make more time for each other, Glen," she reworded. "We should take a break from our jobs and go on a trip or. . ."
"I can't take time off my work," he cut her off. "We're in the middle of a big movie. Plus, we're already behind and they haven't even finished writing the last few scenes. But your job is. . ."
"Not important?" Y/N finished for him. "Gee, thanks, Glen. Such a loving and supportive husband."
"I was just going to say that your schedule is a little more flexible than mine."
"I don't set my schedule, Glen," she corrected him. "Eddie does. And he's a bigger workaholic than you! Which means I get dragged along."
Y/N's voice broke at the end of the sentence, remembering the conversation she and Eddie had a few hours ago. Her husband didn't notice her whole expression change.
"Glen, I know you have a big important 'meeting' at the nearest bar with your costars," Y/N continued, the tone of her voice different, "but I really need to talk to you."
"Can we talk later?" He sighed, not hiding his annoyance. "I don't have time, Y/N."
"Glen, please," she said, her voice breaking. "I really need some time with my husband—just him and me. No work. No phones. No distractions. I need to tell you that I was talking to Eddie today and he decided to. . ."
"I have to go, Y/N," he cut her off.
"Of course you do!" Y/N laughed harshly, her anger from the events of the day finally bursting. "Considering your work is sooo important to you. Much more important than your wife."
"Come on, Y/N," he sighed. "That's not fair."
"Isn't it?" Y/N scoffed. "We are in the middle of a fight and you're choosing your job over me. Like you always do. You know what, Glen? Go. Go to work. And when you get home at 2 AM, you can sleep on the couch."
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Y/N wasn't sure what time Glen got home. She went to bed after finishing the bottle of wine and didn't hear him get home. Glen got home a little after 3 am. He kicked off his shoes and instantly went upstairs to their bedroom. With his hand on the door handle, he froze. His argument with Y/N replayed in his mind.
He softly opened the door and saw her asleep in their bed. He wanted to wake her up and apologize over and over again. He wanted to take three months off so he could spend time with his wife and take her away from here and her job. . .
Her job. Something happened with her job yesterday and he left her.
He took a step into their room to talk to her but stopped. She had told him to sleep on the couch. He didn't want to. He wanted to wake her up and spend all night talking.
But he didn't. He turned around, closed the door gently, and walked back downstairs. He sat on the couch and instantly ran his fingers through his hair. He laid down, his mind racing through what could've happened to Y/N at work.
A few hours later, he woke up with his entire back aching. He froze when he heard her coming down the stairs. He sat up and watched Y/N come downstairs.
"Morning," he said to get her to acknowledge him.
"Morning," Y/N whispered as she walked into the kitchen. Glen watched as she walked over and poured herself a cup of coffee. Glen slowly stood up and tried not to stretch out his back in front of her.
She was now sitting at the table, slowly drinking her coffee. When he walked in, she froze but didn't look up at him. He poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked, trying to get her to talk to him.
"Fine," she mumbled. He looked down and saw that she was still in her pajamas when she was usually in her work clothes at this time.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for work?" Glen asked as he numbly drank the coffee.
"I would," she sighed. "But I don't work there anymore."
"Wait, what?" He roughly put down his cup on the counter and ran over to her. He knelt next to her and gently put his hands on her knees. "What happened, sweetheart?"
"It doesn't matter," she tried to brush off. She stood up, making Glen's hands fall off her knees. "Don't you have to get to work?"
"I'm calling in sick," he said, waiting for her reaction. Y/N turned around and studied him.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah," he said, walking over to her. "Turns out my wife needs some attention and she needs her husband to cheer her up."
Y/N threw her arms around Glen's neck, practically jumping into his arms, as she pressed her lips to his. Glen instantly caught her and started kissing her back.
"I'm really sorry about your job," he whispered, his forehead pressed to hers.
"I'm honestly not," she shrugged, leaning back.
"Let's get some bagels and we can talk about everything."
"Thank you," Y/N said with tears in her eyes. Glen leaned in and kissed her.
"I'm really sorry about making you think that my job is more important than you," he said, tightening his arms around her. "It's not true. Nothing is more important than you, Y/N. I love you."
"I love you too, Glen," she whispered, her voice breaking. He leaned in and kissed his wife. He broke the kiss with a playful smirk.
"Does this mean I don't have to sleep on the couch anymore?"
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Bitch Swap
Melissa was walking to her locker, it was the first day of senior year, she had turned 18 over the summer and no one was going to make her feel less than who she was. She felt empowered for the first time. All the seniors were called into school's gym, today's assembly was to find out who would be swapping. The town had a little magic, it went back generations but it was centered at the school. About 20 years ago the principal at the time decided to make things more fair, and used the powers to swap the personalities of two students. He called it "Grass is Greener," but everyone else called it Bitch Swap. Over the summer names were submitted and 5 were posted to the two main groups of the school, the more nerdy kids and the kids that well are huge bitches and sluts. One name was picked from each side for each sex, so one guy and girl, and those people would be changed to conform and fit with the other side. Something that Melissa wasn't aware of, that if your name was submitted and chosen they were given the opposite sides names to vote but not given the same group. So when the nominees were announced and she heard her name she was shocked. "What the fuck?" She looked at her boyfriend, "how the fuck did I get nominated?" He looked at her "We did it, we were putting up names, and we got together and voted in our group and submitted your name, we figured you would never get chosen so you would be safe." "Are you out of your fucking mind?" "Babe, come on, there are 5 girls and 5 boys picked from each side, that's not a huge chance for you to be picked." "That's 20% dipshit." Melissa's friend Stephanie looked at her "whoa chill out Mel, we all put some names in, you are always overlooked by people in our friends so what makes you think they would ever decide on you." "This is so fucked up, and Stephanie if you were so sure why didn't you put your name in?" "You don't think I did?" "So you put my name in and now I could be picked and changed. This is fucking great." "It won't happen babe." "You don't want to talk to me right now." "Sorry," he said feeling like he wronged the one girl who saw something in him. The principal started to speak, in a more serious tone starts to say some words before opening an envelope, "The chosen few who will be swapping, Morgan Donald," he said talking about one of the larger bullies in school, "and Kevin Jackson," who was a nice guy, for now at least. There were some claps and boos. "For the girls, "Tiffany Baker," as the name was read, oohs went out from the crowd as everyone turned to one of the hottest blondes in school, she was rumored to be fucking at least two guys other than her boyfriend and even a couple teachers. "And Melissa Stout." Her stomach dropped, she was picked, she didn't hear the whispers, the words of students asking who it was. She was known by seniors but not closely known and even when they heard her name they weren't actually sure who it was. Her friends all turned to face her with horror on their faces. Her boyfriend looked "Melissa," she snapped, bringing her hand up and slapping him across the face. "FUCK YOU!!" she screamed, the scream echoing in the gym. She stood up and stormed out of the gym, one of the teachers was there to talk to her. She needed to be spoken to about what was going to happen. She was also going to be given newer classes because the school seemed to notice any one who was changed ended up unable to keep up in their classes. She got a new schedule and went to her locker, she opened it with a bang, some people were taking these aggressive attitudes as her already changing. She was so mad now. Getting to her first class, a remedial English class, she slumped back opening the letter, explaining that no only would she be going through this but everyone else would start to become affected by the magic, by the end of the week no one who knew her would remember who she was unless they truly cared about her. She laughed, "no one I know truly cares about me, otherwise they wouldn't have put my name into that fucking thing."
Tiffany was laughing as she was walking home from school, she heard her named called in the stupid thing and laughed as she knew she would finally be able to get out of this life. She was a slut because her mom was a slut, she went back years ago and found out her mom was picked. Her mom became one of biggest sluts in town, growing up it was all that Tiffany had known and she was walking down the path that her mom ended up walking. Now with the swap she wouldn't be looked at like the biggest slut in school, but would have a chance at college, getting out of this town and moving away so her kids wouldn't have to deal with anything like that. She felt bad for Melissa, she had known her since they were girls, Melissa was a sweetheart. But nothing was going to stop what was about to happen and it would sound like hollow words if she tried to talk to her about it. So she would enjoy the last week of her being this way.
Magic on the body worked quickly, in a few days Melissa's body had swelled and grown, her desires for sex grew as well. She tried to hold onto things with her boyfriend, that first night she practically jumped him when he came over to make her feel better. But he was one of the people who submitted her name, and that made her angry, she also was starting to see him as a nice guy, a kind boy, and that just dried her up. Her needs were becoming that of a wanton slut and her morals were shrinking as she was becoming wicked. Soon Melissa was taking naked selfies, sending them to all the bad boys she knew, even some of the teachers who up until this week were on good terms with her. Now after being cussed out by several of the staff, though more than a couple started hitting on her too, she was starting to enjoy this new life. She had wanted to be empowered this year, wanted to show herself in a new light. Well she got her wish even if it wasn't in the way she had imagined it.
TIffany by the end of the week was enjoying herself. She would wear clothes that didn't show off her body but still made her feel beautiful. Words like beautiful were used to describe her instead of words like slut, town bike, whore. She felt shy for the first time, but she was also noticing the attention from guys had changed, she wasn't being viewed as a piece of meat or as a sexual toy, but being seen for something more. Tiffany soon was soon finding out how nice nice guys can be and felt ashamed for all the guys she teased and tormented, all the ones she led on to get work done. And when she started to date this nice guy, she felt loved for the first time.
Melissa by the end of the week had embraced the change, she would walk down the hall knowing guys were staring at her, trying to eye fuck her, some guys would approach her thinking they had a chance and she would mock them, degrade them and humiliate them in front of the rest of the school. She had a list of boys in school that she could call to fuck her, ones she knew had girlfriends who would still come to her at a call. There were even a few teachers on the list as well, all married men of course, single guys were so easy she got bored of them. She loved making a man cum in her or cum on her face or tits, watching their cocks shrivel back down and then scamper off to their waiting wives or girlfriends. Her favorite tease was her ex boyfriend, funny enough he was the only one to remember who she was. Anytime he got a new girlfriend, she would find out, and call him, send pictures, or meet him at his locker act all lovey dovey to the point were whatever girl he was with would end it because they wouldn't believe he wasn't fucking the biggest slut in school. It helped that Melissa knew everything about him, including the small birthmark by his cock, which was always the breaking point for the girls, because really how would she know if she wasn't fucking him.
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Hey, idk if you're taking requests in more "dark" topics. But i was wondering if you could do this one.
A year ago i attempted su!c!de, a few weeks later i started self-harming. And even before all that, i had developed an eating disorder.
I never told anyone about the sh and the ed, my parents found out my theirselves. When i attempted tho, i asked for help, cause as a teenage girl, i was scared. A week after my attempted i had already gotten a therapist and a lot of support, but i still hid parts of my struggle (ed and sh).
I was wondering if you could do a WandaNat x reader daughter, based on my "experience".
It doesn't have to be exactly like it, but "based" on it.
I'm starting to struggle again and i just needed some kind words.
Tyy x
Fly, birdie, Fly
Note: This story will feature heavy topics based on the ask above. If you find any of these triggering please do not read this. However, I am so proud of you for being here today. You are so important. Like Natasha and Peter say in this story, the whole you leave will be impossible to fill.
Warnings: mention of past abuse, poor mental health, eating disorder, self harm, suicide ideation, reader was with HYDRA and needs a hug, good parents Wanda and Natasha, Peter is a great friend.
Word count: 3.3k
There was something about the night sky that you found freeing. The vast darkness combined with the twinkle of stars created a stillness. It was quiet. Peaceful. You sat on the roof of a random New York City apartment. You weren’t sure who lived here as your feet dangled above the city street. The coldness pricked at your skin. You liked to run your fingers over the goosebumps that formed. “There you are,” you followed the voice and saw Peter. He took off his mask and walked over to you. “Your moms are almost home. You need to get back to the tower.”
Peter was a good friend. He deserved better than you, but you gave him upgrades to his suit. On nights when the noise in your head got too loud and you needed to escape the tower, he made sure you were back before anyone found out.
Slowly, you stood up and walked to the edge of the roof. Your arms outstretched to keep your balance. “Birdie, this isn’t funny. Get down. We need to go.”
Birdie. It was the nickname the Avengers called you. When they found you, you were being experimented on by HYDRA scientists. They implanted wings into your back - white like an angel. Ironically, they gave you wings to the girl who wanted to fall. Sighing, you jumped off and onto the roof. Your ankles tingled from the impact. “Did FRIDAY report any injuries?” You asked as Peter slipped his mask back on, and you both climbed down the fire escape.
“None,” Peter answered. They were able to save the hostages.” That was good. You knew the mission was going to be difficult, but like always, they saved the day.
“Thanks for the save, Spiderman,” you smiled. You tried to give him a genuine smile, but it was hard these days. See you later.”
“Bye, birdie,” he took off, and you were alone. With a sigh, you pulled up your hoodie and started the walk back to the tower.
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You managed to beat them back to the tower and start cooking. Your moms always liked to eat when they got back from a mission. Most of the time, they were too tired or hurt to cook. Cooking for them was the least you could do. Your attention got pulled away from the stovetop to the elevator. “It smells good, angel,” Natasha said.
“It should be ready soon,” you drained the pasta water and saved a little of it for the sauce. Wanda walked over to you and kissed the side of your head. “How was the mission?” It was the longest you’ve been separated from them since they adopted you. They always tried to have one of them stay behind. This mission was extensive, and the team couldn’t afford to leave one of them at the tower. They were gone for a week, and you hated how much you missed them.
“Good,” Natasha kissed the opposite side. “Tiring. I could sleep for 12 years,” you chuckled and looked over your shoulder. Natasha leaned heavily on Wanda’s back, her chin resting on her girlfriend’s shoulder. They tried to mask it, but you saw the signs of fatigue.
“Why don’t you go shower, and we can eat this in our rooms?” It was a way for you to make an easy escape, but Wanda shot that idea down with a quick shake of her head.
“We always have dinner together,” she gently patted Natasha, and the Black Widow grumbled but let go of Wanda. I’ll set up for a movie night,” there was no changing her mind when it was set to something. So you filled your bowl with as little as possible that wouldn’t draw their suspicion. By the end of the movie, your bowl was still full.
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It felt like a gift and a curse with the wings you were given. They allowed you to fly above the clouds and see the world uniquely. Then there was the cruse. The pain was unbearable when you kept your wings hidden for to long. But it was the nightmares that were the worst. Some nights, you woke up covered in sweat with a scream barely leaving your lips.
Tonight was not a nightmare that woke you up but the pain in your back. You buried your face in the pillow and bite your lip to stop the pained scream. The last thing you wanted was to wake up Natasha and Wanda. They were so tired, but the pain was awful. Silent tears raced down your cheeks as a pained whimper left your lips.
Suddenly, a gentle hand was placed in the middle of your back. You flinched away from the contact. “Sh, sweetheart. It’s okay,” Wanda’s soothing voice pierced through the pain. “You’re safe. We are right here,” you whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut.
“When was the last time you let them out?” You heard the sound of scissors cutting your shirt. Luckily, it was one of Natasha’s old SHIELD shirts. But the Black Widow asked you a question. You squeezed the blanket in your hand.
“Long,” you managed to squeak out. You could feel blood in your mouth from the wound you created on your lip. Natasha let out a disappointing sigh. You hated the sound. You hated that you were such a disappointment. “Not safe. Not safe,” you repeated. The process left you disorientated. Vulnerable. Even though you felt release from your wings being free, letting them free was almost worse. It was why you hadn’t joined the team on missions until Tony could figure out a way to lessen the pain.
“You are safe,” Wanda managed to sit you up, but the fabric of your shirt fell. She sat in front of you, and her forehead rested against yours. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”
“It’s gonna hurt,” you cried. This time, it was Natasha’s hand on your back. Hers were colder and rougher than Wanda’s.
“Yes,” the Black Widow kissed the side of your head. “But it will only be for a moment then it will feel better.” You gritted your teeth, the searing heat building between your shoulder blades. After so many times, you learned to block out the noise that came with this.
The first sharp crack was followed by the pain. It felt as if your spine was being torn apart. Then, another crack. You felt the warmth of your blood from the new wounds on your back. In your pain-hazed mind, you were afraid that you were going to hurt Wanda for how hard you were squeezing her.
When it was done, your body slumped against Wanda as she whispered gently reassurances in your ear. Then you heard it—the gentle flap of your wings. Natasha touched the feathers, and you felt them twitch. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I forgot how sensitive they are, but I’ll never forget how beautiful they are.”
You never found them beautiful. They were a constant reminder of the pain you endured and the choices made of you. “How are you feeling?” Wanda asked. You felt the bed shift as Natasha stood up and headed for the bathroom. You rubbed your forehead against her shoulder.
“Tired,” you mumbled. “Sore but better.” There was a weight lifted off your shoulders. It felt easier to breathe.
“You can go back to sleep once your mom cleans you up,” you nodded, and the bed shifted again, signaling Natasha’s return.
“I’ll be gentle,” she whispered, and the warm cloth was pressed against your back. It was instant relief. Your muscles relax more. “I think keeping them out for a few days is a good idea. Allow your body some relief.” Natasha scrubbed the dried blood off your skin.
“Okay,” you mumbled, too tired to protest.
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Since that night, the couple were watching you closely. They ensured you ate full meals and your wings were out for an appropriate amount of time. In some ways, you were the healthiest you’ve ever been and hated every moment of it.
The voices in your head were getting too loud. Pain was the only way to quiet them and push away the darkness. It seemed logical to spend your time in the bathroom after you ate, throwing up the food you just ate. Or drag a blade against your skin in places they wouldn’t see.
You felt dirty, weak, and guilty. Wanda and Natasha were giving you a second chance, and you were throwing it back in their faces. It was so hard to deliver that you were deserving of their love and the safety they gave you. There was a sadness in their eyes when they looked at you that they tried to hide. But you saw it. Maybe it was better if you left, saving them the pain of watching you slip away.
Once again, you found yourself atop a New York City apartment. This one was tall. Tall enough that if you kept your wings enclosed, death would be insistent. You took one step forward and-
“Woah, woah,” Peter said behind you, and you pulled your foot back. “I need you to get off the ledge, birdie.”
“Go away, Peter,” you told him without looking away from the sidewalk below you. “Go back to the tower and forget about me.”
“I can’t do that because your moms are losing their minds because they don’t know where you are. Someone disabled FRIDAY so as not to track you,” it was easy to hack into Tony’s AI system. You left a note in the mess of a lab on how you did it so he could fix the problem. “I promised them I’d find you and bring you home.”
“Why?” You asked. He was silent as you heard his footsteps walking over to you.
“Because I’ve been silent for too long. I’ve seen you hurt, and I’ve said nothing,” you closed your eyes, wobbling slightly as you lost your balance. There was so much guilt in his voice, and you hated it. You were the cause of it. It would be easier for everyone if you were gone. “You are my friend. You are one of my best friends. I know you think leaving us would cause less pain, but that’s not true. The whole you would leave would be impossible to fill.” Slowly, you turned around. He wasn’t wearing his suit, which meant he rushed over here in a hurry and put himself at risk of someone’s knowing the true identity of Spiderman. He put himself at risk for you.
Next, you noticed that his hand was outstretched as he waited for you to take it. “Please,” Peter pleaded. We all care about you. We can’t lose you.”
It seemed cliche as if he read it in one of those mental health pamphlets in the health office. But you wanted to believe him. “Peter, I-” Then it happened. It was an accident; you swore by it. Your foot slipped. The world tilted violently as your arms failed to reach for anything. A scream ripped from your throat as gravity claimed you, but Peter grabbed onto your wrist.
“I got you,” he said as he pulled you back onto the roof. Your entire body was shaking as the adrenaline ran through your veins. “I got you,” he repeated and pulled you into a hug. His heart was pounding in his ribs. “I got her,” You weren’t sure when he pulled out his phone, but he told whoever he was speaking with where you were, but it all turned fuzzy. Peter saved you, but you wished he hadn’t.
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The ride back to the tower was silent. Natasha drove, Peter was in the passenger seat, and Wanda sat next to you in the back. She brought a blanket with her, and it was tightly around your shoulders. You hadn’t stopped shaking, no matter how hard you tried to stop it. Wanda held your hand tightly in hers, afraid you’d slip out of her grasp.
The contact left your skin burning. You wanted to rip your hand from her, open the car door, and run. But you stayed. They deserved that much.
Natasha parked the car in the tower garage. “Thank you, Peter,” the Black Widow said. “I’ll come and talk to you later.” Your friend nodded and said his goodbyes, but his eyes locked with yours. They pleaded with you to be honest, stay, and fight. You had no energy to smile back.
Now, the car was suffocating. It was claustrophobic, as if the car doors were closing on you, and all the air was ripped from your lungs. “Sometimes,” you found your voice. “I wish I died on the operating table you found me on,” you admitted. “Death seems easier than living.”
“Oh, my sweet girl,” Wanda whispered. You kept your eyes trained on the center console. You couldn’t stomach it if you looked at them.
“I know you both love me. I know the team cares about me. I have a place here in all this, but I’m just-”
“Tired,” Natasha finished your sentence when your voice failed you. Finally, you looked at the redhead. Her green eyes were glossy, and a sad smile was on her face. You hated that you were the cause of the pain. She reached for your face and placed a gentle hand on your cheek. Even when you flinched, her smile never faded. “Our words won’t reach you with those negative thoughts racing through your read, but your mother and I are going to fight for you and remind you every day how much you are needed here.”
Peter said something similar. The hole you would leave would be impossible to fill. How blind were you to the impact you had on their lives? “Mama,” you whimpered.
“It’s okay, dorogoy,” Wanda whispered. Your face turned into the crock of her neck and your tears stained the fabric of her shirt. Your quiet cries turned to heartbreaking sobs that shook your body. But Wanda held you strong, steady. Her heart remained constant even when you felt the slight hitch of her breathing.
“I’m - I’m scared,” you cried. “I wanna die.” With your confession, Wanda held you tighter.
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Natasha wasn’t sure if the emotional outburst or the usage of her girlfriend’s powers helped you fall asleep. But you were out against Wanda, your hands twisted in the fabric of her shirt. “Let’s get her to our room,” the Black Widow spoke softly. Wanda only nodded. Her eyes were unable to look away from you. By the grace of a higher power, Natasha managed to lift you out of the back seat. You were lighter in her arms. She knew you were limiting your potions, and now she was kicking herself for not saying something sooner. The Black Widow was so scared to push you away. Now, she feared she was too late.
Thankfully, she made it to their room without alerting the rest of the team. She gently laid you down on the bed. “Should we change her out of these clothes?” Natasha asked as she looked at Wanda. Her girlfriend was quiet and gently sat on the bed’s edge to avoid disturbing you. “Hey,” she squeezed her shoulder. “Talk to me.”
“I feel like if I take my eyes off of her, she’s going to disappear,” Wanda huffed. “I’m a mind reader. How did I not see this?” Natasha sighed and moved to stand behind her. Wanda’s back was flushed against her front.
“Maybe we did see it, and we didn’t want to accept it.” Again, Wanda was quiet. There wasn’t a good way to respond to this. “Stay with her,” Natasha kissed the top of her head. “I’m going to go check on Peter.”
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Wanda sighed deeply when Natasha left. A crushing weight lay across her chest. Every breath she took hurt. It felt similar to when she first arrived at the tower while grieving for her brother and country. Grief was suffocating her—grief for a little girl that she loved so much and was hurting.
She stood up and walked into her bathroom. When the water from the sink warmed up, she splashed it on her face. All she wanted to do was scream and cry, but she needed to push all that down to be there for you.
Wanda was the one to find you. During her time at HYDRA, she heard whispers of other facilities that were experimenting on other kids. The Avengers were working on stopping them. A lot of them were abandoned. Until they arrived at the facility when you were held captive. The security put up a fight, but they were able to secure the building. Wanda found you strapped down to a table. Bloody and bruised and barely conscious. You flat-lined a few times on the way back to the tower, but Bruce was able to bring you back. All Wanda wanted to do was protect you.
When Ross discovered what you could do, he threatened to send you to the RAFT. Everyone was scared of the wings, but not her or Natasha. The couple saw you as a scared girl, and adopting and protecting you made sense.
Once her face was dried, she returned to the room. “Oh,” she jumped when she saw you were awake and staring at her. “You scared me. I didn’t expect you to be up.” She hoped her magic would keep you asleep until the morning.
“Nightmare,” your voice was raw and rough. “Why am I here?”
“Your mom and I wanted to keep you close,” she said, closing the distance and sitting on the bed next to you. Do you want to go back to your room?” The idea of being away from you terrified her, but it was your choice. So much of your autonomy was taken; she never wanted to force you.
“Wanna stay,” Wanda smiled, and you took her hand. Sometimes, Wanda forgets how young you are. You acted so much older, hardened by the horrible circumstances you had to endure. Now, you looked smaller, younger than only 17.
There was so much she wanted to say to you to convince you to stay and fight. But Wanda understood that pain as well. Living seemed so hard; death seemed easier. With death, you would never see how much your life meant to them. “I get it,” Wanda spoke softly. You looked away from her hands to look into her eyes. “The feeling of dread that just follows you. Like a blanket. It can be suffocating,” you nodded. “I’ve learned to let others help hold the weight. It makes it easier to breathe.” You frown and bite your lip. You habitually pitted your lip so hard it would draw blood. Wanda gently used her thumb and touched your chin to get you to stop.
“I’m scared,” you whispered. “What if I’m broken and I can’t be fixed?”
“You are not broken, sweetheart,” Wanda squeezed your hand. “You are healing, and healing isn’t always linear. There will be ups and downs, and sometimes you will fall. But your mom and I will always catch you. When tears fell down your cheeks, Wanda pushed them away, and she expected you to flinch. Instead, you leaned into her touch. Progress was good. “However, you need to want to be helped. All your choices have been made for you; you must make this one.”
Your eyebrows scrunched together as you thought it over in your head. It felt like an eternity until you sighed. “Help me,” you pleaded. “Save me like you saved me from those monsters.”
“Always.”
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Again, you sat on a roof. This time, it was on top of the Avenger tower, and you weren’t alone. There was music, laughter, and a warmth that filled your chest. Peter sat next to you and handed you a root beer bottle. “Alright, birdie?”
“Yeah,” you clicked the bottle against his. “Alright.”
You weren’t afraid of falling anymore because there would be someone to catch you.
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okay so i got this ask on my other acc and although im planning on writing a separate fic with grayson and lyra in their tgg stage, i had a new idea for a fic that i really wanted to write!! 🤭
Ill Struggles - grayson x lyra
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LYRA:
Lyra peeled off her sporty leggings and shirt from her body before stepping into the shower in her temporary bathroom, recalling what had happened just moments earlier.
Graysons lips on hers, his hands in her hair, hers on the back of his neck, and then— nothing.
Although, she was probably the one to blame, as it wasn’t Grayson who jackrabbited off the second they separated.
She shuddered in horror at her actions, before rubbing shampoo into her hair and rinsing it off. Showers were the only therapeutic thing in her life at the moment, and the warm water felt more like a hug than a mere liquid. Lyra stood in the shower for a few moments more, soaking in the heat, before she turned off the water and stepped out. She grabbed one of the towels and immediately froze at how soft it was. It was little things like these that reminded Lyra of the billions of dollars the Hawthorne family had to their name. She sighed and revelled in its texture, drying the water off her body. And then she was changing into clothes, and stepping out of the washroom, slipping in her shoes as she did.
She sat on her bed, tapping her fingers on the thigh. Alice Hawthorne. The name gnawed at her, until Lyra had to get up, walk over to the desk with the laptop that each contestant is provided in between phases of the game, and sit in the chair in front of the desk.
Opening up the laptop, she searched up the one name that hadn’t been able to leave her mind ever since it’d become relevant to her. Alice. Alice. Alice. Alice was a grandmother. She was married to Tobias Hawthorne. Her mother’s name is Pearl O’Day. That’s all Lyra could find.
But, her brain told her, latching on to one piece of the article she’d found, Pearl O’Day is still a lead. Lyra searched Pearl’s name, and after scrolling through media after media, finally found something that referenced her: “a porcelain antique lamp, donated by Pearl O’Day.”. Lyra read more. It appeared to be an auction site. Lyra kept scrolling down the site until she found the exact piece the website had mentioned earlier. It was donated two weeks ago. Which meant… Pearl O’Day was still alive.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins. This is how she would be one step closer to finding out what Alice did to her father. If anybody would know, it’d be her mother.
A sudden grumble from Lyra’s stomachs reminded her that she hadn’t eaten in a day. Lyra glanced back at her laptop, before sighing and standing up. Better to eat now than starve later. Opening her door, she stepping outside of her room, and walked down the long, circular staircase. At the end of the hall stood a kitchen. Lyra walked up to it, and then froze once her brain realized what she was seeing.
Grayson’s body limp on the floor.
His limbs were sprawled out in an awkward way, and the sight of it brought back memories of him. The broken accent. The hands that held out the calla lily and half eaten candy necklace out to her. Her father, Tomas Tommaso Thomas Thomas.
The flashback was so sudden and fervent, that Lyra had to fight back the sickly metallic smell of blood, and the feel of it sticking onto her feet. And then she was running, shouting his name as she kneeled before him.
“Grayson?” She called to him, her voice shaky. No answer. His eyebrows were furrowed, and there seemed to be movement under his eyelids. Did he pass out? Or maybe he hit his head? Lyra breathed in and out, trying to calm herself, before placing her hand under his head and immediately being hit with the heat coming off of it. Lifting it up slightly, she glanced under. No blood. Eventually, she let her hand trail back to his forehead, feeling its warmth all over his face. He’s sick, she realized, finally breathing. She went to pull her hand away, but Grayson’s hand grabbed her arm before she could. Lyra froze, staring at him as she gently brushed her hand above his brow.
“Grayson?” She asked again, softer than earlier. He didn’t reply, but his brows furrowed deeper. He really was sick.
Lyra spent too much time staring at him, at the sweat he was beginning to work himself to, at the lines of his face, before she realized that she had to do something. Slowly and softly, she patted down his pockets, feeling for his phone. Once Lyra found it, she pulled it out of his left pocket and opened it. She stared at his lock screen, which was a beautiful picture of a sunset over a lake, before feeling her cheeks heat up as she realized that this was far too personal.
She wasn’t the person who could open up his phone without a second thought. She wasn’t that person to him. She was, however, not going to run all over the house trying to find somebody to help her.
“Siri?” Lyra asked the phones robot. The robot replied, with a “Yes? How may I help you?” Lyra mulled on that for a moment. She knew she had to call one of his brothers or Avery, but she didn’t know who. Nash, she had never met, Avery was the Game creator and probably the best person to call, Jameson was… Jameson, and Xander she had danced with at the ball. He seemed nice enough, and honestly, even though she knew this wasn’t about her, the one thing that made her believe he was worth calling was the fact that he constantly wore a smile, just like Lyra’s four year old brother.
“Call Xander.” Lyra told the Siri, hoping that Grayson didn’t have some creative name for his brothers as their contact info.
“Calling Xander,” it replied. Lyra sighed with relief, sparing one last worried glance for the sick man lying beside her, before listening to the line keep ringing. And ringing, and ringing. And when Lyra was sure that he was asleep and that there was no point in continuing to call him, he answered.
“Hey-o, Gray! What are you doing up?” he immediately said, shouting loudly with something whirring in the background. Lyra immediately flinched, and was about to reply, before Xander spoke up again.
“Jameson and I are in my lab, because you know I had to beg Avery to implement a lab in the house design, just hanging out! Say hi, Jameson!” he shouted. Lyra didn’t hear Jameson say hi, but she did hear him tell Xander to “shut off the part of the Rube Goldberg that won’t stop whirring”. Uh, okay. Lyra grimaced, before finally speaking up.
“Uh, Xander?” she said, before he could go on again. There was silence, before the whirring suddenly stopped.
“You’re not Grayson.” Xander said slowly. Lyra sighed.
“It’s Lyra Kane. I found your brother in the kitchen and…” Lyra trailed off, finding her eyes going back to him yet again. “he seems really sick. He’s passed out on the ground, and won’t wake back up. Can you come?” She pressed his phone to her ear worriedly as she waited for his response.
“Yeah, yeah, of course! Is…” Xander trailed off just as she had, and she could tell he was worried. “is he okay?” Lyra mulled on that.
“Maybe not right now, but he will be.” she replied. Lyra wasn’t the best at comforting people, but the more Xander talked, the more she was seeing him as her brother. It had always been easy to comfort her brother. There was silence, before another voice answered.
“We’ll be there in a minute.” Jameson said, closer to the phone now than he had been earlier. Lyra didn’t say another word before hanging up. Somehow, her eyes always drew back to Grayson’s, and she wondered if he was fighting the deep sleep that he was currently in. He seemed to be, with his brows that kept furrowing and going back to normal, but Lyra wasn’t sure. And, well, maybe she just wanted to stare.
Lyra slowly placed a hand on his chest, feeling the heat that was coming off his whole body, and began to work his suit jacket off of him. She pulled it gently off his arms, before giving it a little tug, and yanking it from underneath him. There, she thought, now he won’t be so hot. Although, he was always pretty hot before-
Lyra cut that thought off with an expression of embarrassment before it could fully take form in her head.
“Lyra?” A voice called behind her. Lyra turned to see Jameson and Xander Hawthorne walking up to her, their strides quick and long as they walked up to their brother.
“Shit. He looks pretty bad.” Jameson swore, his face unreadable. Then he glanced behind him, staring at the living room that seemed to be a pretty close walk from the kitchen.
“Alright. Xander and I will carry him to the couch, since there’ll be no way of carrying him all the way back up to his room. Afterwards I’ll call Avery and Nash and see where to go from there.” He glanced back at Lyra. “You don’t have to stick around anymore. You should probably go back to sleep.” Lyra noticed how he used emphasis on the probably, as if it would be the smarter thing to do, but it was up to her. Lyra wondered if he was testing her from the glint in his eye, but Lyra just blamed it on her fatigue. Which, she couldn’t feel at all right now.
“No, it’s fine. It’s not like I’m going to be sleeping tonight, anyway.” Lyra said, glancing to the side as her brain sorted through what she’d learned in the Grandest Game escape rooms. Jameson just nodded, before he knelt down, holding Graysons feet.
“Hold his arms.” Jameson told Xander. Xander walked over to Grayson again, before wrapping his hands around Graysons arms as they both pulled him up. Lyra was going to walk behind them as a way to spot them in case they drop an ankle or an arm, but she decided on doing something else, and walked towards the kitchen.
Searching through the drawers, she finally found one with rags and towels. Picking one that she deemed good enough, she ran it under cold water, ringing the water out of it, before walking back over to Grayson’s unconscious body on the couch. Folding it in half, Lyra draped the cloth over his forehead, pressing it on. Immediately, Grayson’s face cleared the slightest bit, and Lyra, in all her internal struggles, forgot about everything regarding her father for a moment. Footsteps behind her dragged Lyra’s attention away from Grayson for a moment, and Lyra watched Nash and Avery approach, while also seeing Jameson and Xander share a look in the corner of her eye.
“What happened?” Nash immediately asked as soon as he walked towards the group that was huddled around the couch. Then, his eyes flickered to Lyra, and he seemed to be studying her. “Why’re you here? Were you with him when he passed out?”
“No.” Lyra immediately answered. She realized, too late, that she sounded defensive. Nash’s eyebrow raise deepened, and Lyra was quick to continue with her sentence so as not to spur the cowboy on more. “I went to go get something to eat, and found him lying on the floor in the kitchen. But he didn’t seem sick in the first phase of the Game.” Lyra furrowed her brows at Grayson. He was fine, earlier. Was he just suddenly hit with some kind of sickness? Was that even possible?
“He must have passed out from lack of sleep, or perhaps food. We all know he was spending all of his spare time catching up on work in preparation for the Grandest Game.” Avery interjected, giving Grayson’s passed out body a worried look. Lyra mulled on that. Honestly, Lyra was surprised she hadn’t passed out yet. God knows how long it’s been since she’s gotten a full night of sleep, or slept at all.
“Kid,” Nash Hawthorne said suddenly, placing a hand on her shoulder. Kid? Lyra thought. Really? “I think you should get some rest before the next phase of the Game.”
“I don’t need to,” Lyra replied stubbornly. “I’m fine with staying up.” Nash just fixed her with a look.
“Last time I checked,” He drawled, “‘staying up’ ain’t a synonym for ‘getting some rest’.” Staying up isn’t a synonym for getting some rest. Did he really think that Lyra could be easily deterred by corny made-up sayings?
“And last time I checked,” She replied, her pettiness in full force, “Kid isn’t a synonym for Lyra.” Behind her, Jameson snorted, but covered it up the second Nash gave him a look. He continued to fix her with a look, but whatever Nash saw in her expression caused him to relent.
“Listen, Lyra. Stay as long as you want, but know that you’re the only one that’s going to get the consequence from this. You need all the energy you can get for tomorrow.” He explained. “I’m not saying this just to continue with our petty disagreement. I’m saying this because you deserve to win, and I don’t want you to lose tomorrow all because you didn’t get a proper sleep.” Lyra’s brain caught on a part of his lecture: “you deserve to win”. Had he been the one to give her that note?
Lyra studied him just as he had done to her moments earlier, but she knew that he didn’t intend it in that way from the look on his face. It wasn’t knowing, or secretive. It was sincere.
“Fine,” Lyra finally relented, sighing. Nash gave her a pat on the back, before striding up beside her.
“I’ll walk ya’.” He told her. Lyra walked beside Nash and wrapped her arms around her chest, feeling the hollowness she had experienced before begin to creep back in. It wasn’t exactly what she’d found out about her father that disturbed her. It was what she hadn’t yet found out. God knows how cruel and terrible Tobias—no, Alice had been to her father. God knows how screwed she might be for complicating herself with the Hawthorne family the way she had.
But no amount of pain, or hollowness, or guilt took away the feeling that she found herself revelling in when she was around Grayson. And seeing him like that, on the floor and sick, gave her a numbing feeling that she could never even begin to put to words.
“Got something on your mind?” Nash interjected, cutting into the silence as he walked her back to her room. Lyra gave him a side-eye.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” She retorted, unsure herself why she was being so petty. Nash snorted.
“Yeah, right. Believe it or not, but just because you’re a contestant in the Grandest Game doesn’t mean that you have to fend for yourself. Tell a Game master what you’re going through, and we can try and help.” He told her, his Texan accent thick. He gave her another look, but this time it was more serious. “At least tell me one thing that’s on your mind today.” Lyra had a million different things on her mind, and none of them she could admit to Nash Hawthorne. Still, Lyra sorted through which would be easiest to admit. She was never going to tell him about her father, or why she couldn’t sleep, or even begin to explain how she felt about the whole Grayson-passing-out situation, so she went for an easier one. It was the slightest bit rude, but honestly, out of all her options, it was the safest.
“These titles that you give yourselves are pretentious.” she told him, not bothering to beat around the bush one bit. A sudden laugh burst out of Nash Hawthorne, and he seemed every bit intrigued as he grinned at her lazily.
“Go on,” he told her, smiling. Lyra went on.
“I mean, seriously? ‘Game masters’? It might not seem like it to you guys, but to me, it’s honestly sounding like either a power play, or just an inability to create titles that don’t make you seem like an otherworldly being.” She explained. Nash just seemed to laugh more, and gave her a Cheshire Cat grin.
“Well, alright. I’ll take that up with Avery and em’ and see how they feel about changing up the names.” Nash said, shaking his head with laughter. “What do you propose, since “Game Master” is too pretentious of a nick name? Game Bros?” Lyra mulled on that.
“I think “Game Runners” has a better ring. It’s still similar to “Game Masters”, but there’s less of an overlord feeling to it. It’s a title that still means one who’s first in command, and still let’s everyone know that you are the “leader of games”, or whatever nonsense you tell yourself, but diminishes that otherworldly aspect that the little nickname entails.” she replied. Nash cocked his head to the side, before giving her a shrug.
“That’s not too bad of an idea. Thanks for the tip, Lyra.” he told her. And then, he stopped walking, and Lyra’s fatigue-riddled mind wondered why for only a moment before she realized she was standing directly in front of her room.
“Thanks for walking me back.” Lyra told him awkwardly, as she felt she had to say something. He replied with a firm nod, and gave her a cowboy smile as he walked away.
“G’night, Lyra.”
“Goodnight.”
Lyra waited for his footsteps to slowly fade into silence before opening her door, slipping off her shoes, and collapsing into the bed. She hadn’t realized how tired she was until she melted into the soft sheets, the mattress comfy and soft in all the right ways.
Pearl O’Day, her mind repeated. But somehow, above all that, came another voice. Another worry.
“Grayson.” She whispered. The anxiety about his state came crashing back to her, and Lyra squeezed her eyes shut. Somehow, she couldn’t stop remembered the feeling of her hand on the back of her neck. In her hair. His voice, bringing her back to the light after wading through thick darkness.
Lyra.
Come back to me, Lyra.
You will come back to me, or I will make you come back.
It was with his grounding words that Lyra felt herself slipping into sleep, focusing on a voice so close, yet so distant.
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Lyra jolted upwards, her mind foggy as she tried to blink herself into consciousness.
She was dreaming— the dream, the one with her father, when suddenly, just when the guns about to go off, she hears his words.
Grayson’s.
And then, she knew. While asleep, Lyra remembered the way she saw him collapsed on the ground, and that worry pulled her out of the thick haze of a dream she was in. She didn’t know what exactly it was that compelled her to sit up. She should go back to sleep. It was only 4:13 AM. Yet still, Lyra slipped her shoes back on, brushed out her tangled hair, and padded down the hall to the living room.
Once she made it there, her eyes immediately went to the couch, and to the man on the couch.
Grayson was shirtless, with a blanket straddling his lap and one of his arms hanging off the couch. Lyra’s eyes began to travel down his body, from his biceps to his defined abs to his v-line just barely peeking out from the sweatpants he had apparently changed into, before immediately catching herself, her eyes darting back to his face with shame and embarrassment. Still, he was in a deep sleep, and Lyra was thankful for that.
She didn’t know why she was here. He wasn’t awake, just like earlier. It didn’t matter. Lyra finally turned around, ready to walk back to her room, when her knee accidentally hit the table, causing her to stumble forward the slightest bit. Lyra immediately catches herself and straightens, before seeing a metal decoration globe knock over. She barely had time to catch it when it slammed down on the table, creating a loud noise. Lyra mentally cursed herself and immediately reached to set it back up the way it was before, when she heard somebody stir behind her. Lyra set the globe down slowly, being as careful as possible, before slowly turning around.
Her amber eyes met his greyish-blue ones immediately.
“Lyra?” he asked her softly, his voice deep in a way that rang through her body as he sat up. Lyra could see more of his bare chest now, and she hated how her eyes kept begging her to give it just the barest glance. Lyra refused to though, and kept her eyes on his.
“I’m sorry for waking you up.” she told him quietly. Grayson was silent for a moment, before meeting her eyes again.
“It’s fine.” he replied. Lyra was about to walk back to her room, when Grayson’s sleep-riddled deep voice slowed her movements to a halt.
“Stay.” he ordered. Lyra froze.
“I’m sorry?”
“Stay,” he repeated slowly. He didn’t seem like he was going to continue, before he finally sighed and gave in. “please.” Lyra mulled on that, before providing herself, and her reddening cheeks, a distraction.
“Why’d you pass out?” she asked him. He tilted his head slightly.
“The doctor just said I need more sleep, and food. My brothers and Avery have been forcing me to rest, but I can’t bring myself to eat.” he explained. Jaw tight, he went on. “Food just… doesn’t exactly seem smart for me at the moment.” Lyra stared at him, an idea forming in her head, before walking off.
“Stay here.” she told him, although she was unsure where else he would go. Walking to the kitchen, she headed inside the huge pantry, and got some snacks from there on a plate. Walking to the fridge, she grabbed fruits, cheeses, and some other finger foods, before grabbing two more new plates, and filling up a glass of water. Walking back over to Grayson, she kneeled by the coffee table, putting her plate of foods down, as well as the two empty plates and his cup of water.
“I’d rather not eat all of that.” He stated, his voice dry. Lyra put two strawberry’s on the empty plate she put in front of herself, and then two on the empty plate she put in front of Grayson.
“It’s just two strawberries. I’d be more impressed if your body couldn’t handle two strawberries than shocked.” Lyra said, starting to bite at one of her own strawberries.
“Any ideas for what we’re to expect for Phase 2 of The Game?” she asked Grayson. Grayson stared back at her, seemingly searching for something in her face, before patting the spot on the couch beside him. Lyra raised a brow at him.
“Don’t kneel on the ground. It looks uncomfortable.” He stated coldly. Lyra just blinked at him, before snorting and continuing to eat her strawberry. Grayson sighed.
“Sit beside me on the couch, and I’ll eat the strawberries.” he told her. Lyra’s eyebrows raised. That wasn’t a bad offer, considering food wasn’t all that reliable of a substance to him currently. Getting up from the ground, Lyra took her plate, and joined Grayson on the couch. This time, she couldn’t stop her eyes from straying to his chest, but she darted them away before he could look at her.
“You didn’t answer my question, Hawthorne boy.” Lyra told him, her brow raised to give him an accusing look. He returned her brow raised with one of his own, his head resting on his hand, turned towards her. He almost smiled.
“I haven’t got a clue. Believe it or not, but my brothers aren’t cheats, and would never drop hints to me about what’s to come in The Game,” he said, shrugging. “I’m just as in the dark about all this as you are.” Lyra sighed. Then, remembering his offer for if she were to sit on the couch, she gestured to the strawberries on Grayson’s plate with an expectant look. Keeping his eyes on her, Graysons careful fingers reached out to grab one of the strawberries, taking a bite out of it. Lyra cursed herself as her body let out the slightest, almost unnoticeable shiver from the sudden eye contact, unable to control herself. However, Grayson’s prodding eyes noticed it immediately. Grayson, misreading the sudden shiver, took the blanket that was draped across his hips and draped it across Lyra’s shoulders instead.
“Thanks.” Lyra muttered, not meeting his eyes lest heat rises to her cheeks.
“No worries.” He said, his voice firm yet quiet. Suddenly, as if realizing he wasn’t wearing a shirt from the blanket not covering him anymore, (although it wasn’t covering his upper body either anyway) he seemed the slightest bit awkward. Lyra, never having seen Grayson awkward, snorted. His eyes immediately darted to hers.
“What?” He asked, from her sudden snort. Lyra met his eyes.
“You’ve been shirtless the entire time we’ve been talking. I’m surprised it’s only started to bother you now.” she said, laughing. Grayson looked surprised, before actually smiling at her. It was soft, and barely noticeable, but there.
“Very well then.” he replied, and straightened again. Conversation began to start up again, with expectations for the next phase of The Game, and comments on the last phase. Grayson ate the strawberries on his plate slowly but surely, and once he did, Lyra added 2 more foods on his plate, saying “It’s only 2 more. You really can’t eat that?”
Every time Grayson finished the tiny portions of food on his plate, Lyra added small bits onto hers and his, until the main platter, the one that held all the foods in the first place, was nearly empty. Lyra didn’t feel the hunger from earlier anymore, and her stomach was probably thanking her for finally providing it with something. She was sure that Grayson’s was as well.
Finally, now that he and Lyra had gotten some food in them, she couldn’t stop her mind from straying back to what she’d found out. About Pearl, and most importantly, her daughter. She didn’t know why her mind always strayed back to her father whenever she was around Hawthorne’s. Around Grayson.
“I wish….” Grayson started, before suddenly shaking his head firmly. “Never mind.” Lyra turned to him, momentarily intrigued.
“What?” She asked him in a soft tone. His eyes always found themselves straying back to hers, and Lyra couldn’t read the the expression on his face as he held her gaze.
“I wish your mind didn’t always go back to that place whenever you’re around me. I know why, but I……” he trailed off, his voice so quiet Lyra had to strain her ears to listen to his words. “I just wish it wouldn’t.” His words made Lyra immediately freeze, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
“What place?” Lyra asked, playing dumb. But she knew. Her father. A Hawthorne did this. Alice Hawthorne.
She knew, and she hated that she knew. She hated this so much. The torn feeling in her bones that wanted to pull him in and push him away all at once.
“You know.” He finally told her, his voice low. She did know. Finally expelling a breath, she turned away from him, not wanting him to have to see the look that was currently on her face.
“What do you want me to say, Grayson?” Lyra finally said, cutting into the silence, her voice no longer quiet. He looked down.
“I don’t expect you to say anything. I myself just needed to say that.” Grayson told her. Her mind began to go elsewhere, not to her father’s death, but to the kiss.
The one she ran away from.
“I’m sorry about running. I don’t even know why-“
“It’s fine.” Grayson cut into her previous statement, his voice less gentle than earlier. Lyra felt ashamed as she turned her head, when out of the blue, she feels Grayson’s fingertips under her chin, turning her head to face him.
“Lyra. It’s okay.” He told her, his voice more gentle compared to his last statement. Lyra saw in his face the self control that he was battling with. At a loss for words, Lyra licked her lips, and immediately saw any piece of it that Grayson had left crumble. He slowly pulled her closer, lowering his head. Lyra didn’t know how to feel. She didn’t know why she felt the way she did. Push him away, her brain pleaded, he’s a Hawthorne. Forget what Odette said. He could never be your Hawthorne. But still, there came another order, one that resonated in the beat of Lyra’s heart. One she heard vividly the moment she saw Graysons eyes tick to her lips.
Go on, it whispered. Why did she feel this way?
“Grayson...” She finally whispered, her tone a statement, an accusation, and a question all at once. He closed his eyes, before finally opening them again, and Lyra could see now that the icy grey blue of his eyes earlier was now stormy, a thundercloud over a grey sea. Lyra saw, in the way that he held her eyes, that he was trying to be natural, but she could see past that to the desperation in the set of his brows. His body was rigid, so rigid, but his hand was gentle as it took the back of her neck in its soft grip.
“Please,” he whispered, his hoarse voice somehow a match for his desperate eyes, “don’t run away.” And then he was lowering his head, his eyes full of questions as it held hers. But she knew what he was asking. Lyra didn’t know what possessed her to fight down any voice of reason that was currently battling with her heart. But she did. And, as her hand gripped his shoulder, feeling his muscles, she whispered, “go on.”
Grayson didn’t hold back this time. Lowering his lips, he kissed her softly, feeling her lips like it was a temporary treasure. But Lyra didn’t want slow. The adrenaline now coursing through her body reminded her of that. Lyra responded to his gentle kiss by kissing him back more passionately.
The kiss escalated, from soft, hesitant brushes, to a need to kiss deeper. To be closer. Lyra was hyper aware of every inch of skin on her body as Grayson took her waist in his hands and pulled her closer, to the point of her almost being in his lap. Lyra separated from his lips for only a moment to catch her breath, before Grayson was pulling her back, his hands circling her waist. Her body was half draped across her lap, his hands in her hair, and every one of Grayson Hawthorne touches on her body felt magical. Suddenly, Grayson deepened the kiss, his teeth gently pulling on her lower lip before he continued to kiss her breathless. His lips were starting to trail down her face to her jaw, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touched, and-
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..” came the sudden babbled interruption, the strangers voice confused and… familiar. Lyra grimaced as she immediately separated from Grayson, flying backwards from him on the couch, and locking eyes with Xander. Hawthorne. Oh no, Lyra thought, her terrified eyes a match for his awkward-yet-scared-yet-intrigued ones, kill me now. Xander stumbled back awkwardly, even as his brother quickly got up from the couch.
“I just wanted to come and check on you.” Xander stammered, his eyes still wide as he stared at his brother now walking away from the couch.
“Xander.” Grayson immediately started, his tone every bit the power-wielding man that Lyra had known in the beginning of The Grandest Game. “This wasn’t something you were meant to see.” Lyra grimaced again. Understatement wasn’t even a strong enough word to define that sentence. Xander eyes kept darting from Lyra’s to Grayson’s to Lyra’s to Grayson’s again, as if he was confused, yet unsurprised at the same time.
“I won’t tell Avery and the others……” Xander started, his shot-up eyebrows finally beginning to lower and the ends of his lips lifting. “But, you owe me big time, Gray.” Grayson’s eyes darkened heavily, and he told Xander something in a different language that Lyra assumed was Latin, his tone threatening. Xander replied in that same language, but his tone was high pitched and excited. Lyra had never wanted to speak Latin more in her life than now.
Finally, they both stopped and were staring each other down, or, Grayson was staring Xander down and Xander was beaming at him, when Lyra finally decided she had enough of this.
“I’m going to assume that this is some brotherly antics thing.” she said, cutting into their long and awkward eye contact. Xander beamed at her, squealing “yup!” the same time Grayson countered “no”. Lyra took that as her ticket to leave. Grayson did ask that she didn’t run away this time….. but did it count if she walked respectfully away?
“I should get ready.” she awkwardly said, darting up from the couch and away from Grayson. “Phase 2 of The Grandest Game is supposed to start today, anyway.”
“I’ll walk you to your room.” Grayson stated, ignoring his brother’s excited giggles at his words. Lyra remembered how Nash had said nearly the same exact thing as Grayson, and had to stifle a laugh, lest Grayson sees her randomly start laughing and thinks she’s a lunatic. Same people, Lyra thought, different forms.
She started walking before Grayson did, but after only a few moments, she heard his footsteps coming closer, before he was walking beside her. Lyra had her shoes on, and the outfit she planned to wear today, but he was only in socks, sweatpants, and nothing more.
“Do you only have these two outfits?” she eventually asked when they were just a couple feet from the door to her room, eyeing down his clothing—or lack of them. “A suit, and a pair of sweatpants?” Grayson sighed, giving her a look.
“Am I ever going to hear the end of this?” he asked her, curtly. Lyra snorted.
“It’s a genuine question.”
“No,” he replied, smiling ever-so-softly, “I somehow have more clothing than just a suit and a pair of sweatpants.” His words just kept reminding Lyra that Grayson was shirtless, and, when she turned around to give him a doubtful look, her eyes immediately were pulled to his chest. Lyra’s eyes were begging her to stay put on his defined abs, to gaze just for a moment more on his v-lines that were barely peeking out of his sweatpants, and the biceps on his arms, but Lyra ignored their demands, not letting her eyes linger on his chest for even a second before darting them back to his. As annoyingly long as the look at his torso felt, it was only a quick glance.
But she knew Grayson was perceptive.
So when his eyes immediately went from neutral to teasing and he stopped walking forwards to walk towards her, she knew that he could see right through her.
“Is what I’m wearing a problem with you?” he asked, crossing his arms with a teasing look. The ends of his lips lifted just the slightest bit from the look on Lyra’s face when he took a step closer.
“No,” she immediately replied, her cheeks growing red, “why would it be?” He did a small half-shrug.
“I could ask you the same thing.” he retorted, his curt voice coming back. Lyra realized suddenly that he was beginning to close in on her. She had her back to the wall, not yet touching it, but she would be if she took a step backwards, and he was only a foot away from her, his arms crossed as he stood over her.
And the closer he got to her, the more she found her eyes trailing right back to his body.
There had to be something wrong with her. Maybe it was just science that made a girl do a little double-take on a guy with some subtle-strength. But nothing seemed subtle about Grayson’s strength.
“You’re overdramatic.” Lyra deadpanned, stepping away from him and closer to the wall. Grayson saw right through her, and why she was trying to get away from him.
“You’re staring.” he replied, as he took a step forward. His tone was simple, as if he wasn’t accusing her, but just stating a common fact. She pushed down the urge to look away and instead just gave him a look, pushing past him and walking towards her door. Grayson followed her movements, taking hold of the knob before she could and opening the door for her.
“Such manners.” Lyra said, pretending to be in awe.
“Well, I’m trying to be polite as possible to you. I wouldn’t want to ruin my chances with the woman who couldn’t pry her eyes away from my chest all morning long.” Grayson retorted, testing her to see her reaction. She was sure that he didn’t get his answer from her slacked jaw and incredulous eyes, as those screamed “hello? vain table for one?”, but rather from the blush that crept up onto her cheeks. “Ah,” was all he said.
“You’re ridiculous.” Lyra stated with an incredulous laugh. He gave her a doubtful look. That only got Lyra angrier.
“I mean it, Grayson. You are. Maybe that sickness is causing your eyes to see things oddly.” He gave the slightest shrug, as if to say, “maybe”, but Lyra could see the humour in his eyes. He always could rile her up. Something about him just seemed very anger-inducing. But Lyra realized, that in her last kiss with him, and all the way up till now, that she hadn’t even thought of her father once. Was her mind straying from what really mattered here so quickly?
“What Odette said…” Lyra said suddenly, the topic changing rapidly. “About you and I being “the right disaster just waiting to happen”…” Lyra couldn’t help but trail off, as she didn’t know exactly how to say what needed to be said. But Grayson knew what she meant.
“I don’t believe it will impose a threat of any kind in the future.” he immediately shut her suspicions down. Lyra side eyed him.
“You wouldn’t, Hawthorne boy.” she retorted. He held her gaze, not speaking. Not until he finally did, anyway.
“It’s a chance we should take, no matter what kind of threats may impose,” he said slowly, causing Lyra’s heart to race, “for your father.” Lyra swallowed, looking down. He took a finger and nudged her chin upwards gently, his touch gentle, yet brief.
“We should take it.” he said, his voice more certain than earlier. We. For once, Lyra didn’t shy away from that word.
“We should.” she said, meeting his eyes. His own held hers, a million prospects of an acceptable form of justice for her father, and his unfortunate death. For once, she didn’t push down the desire to get that justice with Grayson.
Neither did she push down the determined look in her eyes that seemed to match his.
“Get ready, Lyra. Phase 2 of The Game is starting today.” he finally told her, smiling—truly smiling—as he pushed open her door. She smiled back at him.
But this time? Instead of it being like all those years ago when she was younger and had to continue playing the role of a perfect, happy lyra?
It wasn’t fake.
“Same goes for you, Hawthorne boy.”
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yes lyra may have gone a bit crazy drooling over graysons chest, but not enough writers in this fandom talk about it, so i figured i had to do you guys (MYSELF I GIGGLED WRITING ALL THOSE PARAGRAPHS ABOUT HIS ABS 🤭) a favour 🥰
also i can’t be the only one who thinks that lyra would like an old video of grayson when he was swimming and shirtless from like 2018 by accident. just me? okay 😢
ALSO YES I WILL EVENTUALLY GET AROUND TO THE ASKS IN MY INBOX. I HAD ONE I WAS WORKING ON BEFORE THAT A MOOT SENT ME BUT I NEVER GOT AROUND TO DOING IT BC I HAD TO WRITE THIS AND I KEPT GETTING STUCK AND COULDNT THINK OF AN ENDING AND ARGHHHHH IM SO GLAD ITS OVER
also @littlemissmentallyunstable this is kind of (REALLY) embarrassing but i DEFO looked through your entire blog to see how u finish off fics and write an ending for them bc when I tell you i was stuck… I WAS SO STUCK!!! i felt like all my endings r usually cliche and corny and BORING so yeah i had to get inspiration from the master 💋💋
#grayson hawthorne#nash hawthorne#the grandest game#the inheritance games#avery kylie grambs#jameson hawthorne#the brothers hawthorne#lyra kane#xander hawthorne#lyra x grayson#lyra x grayson fic#odette morales#savannah grayson#gigi grayson#rohan the brothers hawthorne#knox landry#brady daniels#lyra catalina kane#fanfic
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THE GHOST OF YOU
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ghost!theodore nott x slytherin!reader
synopsis: returning to hogwarts after the war without your lover was the greatest pain you'd ever felt, but maybe he wasn't as gone as you thought...
warnings: HEAVY angst, some fluff but it's very sad fluff, definitely mostly angst, mentions of death and murder, references to suicidal thoughts
word count: 1.9k
a/n: this one broke my heart to write, yall. like ACTUALLY broke my heart. i'm considering making it a series, maybe with a slightly happier part two, so let me know if you'd be interested or if you have any ghost!theo ideas for me!
It was strange how subdued the halls of Hogwarts were. Just a year ago, the castle was swarming with chattering and giggling students, and now the few people you walked past had their mouths shut and their heads bowed. The war had that effect on everyone.
It had been a few days since the start of your eighth year, and each day seemed more heartbreaking than the one prior. Out of your slytherin friends, only Blaise had chosen to join you for the optional eighth year to make up for the chaos that was your seventh. You were thankful for his presence and support, but with each passing day, your heart grew heavier, and the desire to leave grew stronger.
Every room, every courtyard, every classroom, sent you spiralling through memories of him.
Theodore Nott. Your best friend since you were children, your confidante, and more recently, your boyfriend.
And also the boy who had stepped in front of a killing curse to save your life. Guilt swarmed through your gut as flashbacks of that day assaulted your mind.
“Y/N!” A familiar voice called behind you. Standing a few feet away from you, Bellatrix Lestrange cackled, her mouth twisted in a terrifying grin.
“Itty bitty Notty boy.” She crooned. “Come to save his little damsel in distress.”
“Stay out of this, Theo.” you warned, your hand shaking as it gripped tightly onto your wand. “I’ve got this.”
Bellatrix kept her own wand trained on you, just as yours was on her. It was a standoff, each of you waiting for that momentary lapse in concentration to strike. From the corner of your eye, you could see Theo moving closer, and you glanced away from Bellatrix to look at him, just for a moment.
That moment cost you, and Bellatrix took full advantage of your brief distraction.
“Avada Kedavra!” She called, and a green light erupted from the tip of her wand. You stood in shock for what felt like years, before a sudden force knocked you to the ground so hard that your vision blurred.
This was it. You thought blearily. This was death.
But death didn't come. Your vision cleared, and you became vaguely aware of Bellatrix’s laughing growing further and further away. You looked up from your prone position to see her shadow disappearing down the hall. How were you still alive?
You glanced around, before noticing a still figure on the floor. Your heart dropped.
“No.” You whispered, horror flooding you as you scrambled to the body on the floor. “No no no!”
You pulled on his shoulder to tip him onto his back, and a choked sob left your mouth. “Theo!” You gasped, shaking him with both hands. “Wake up! Wake up, damnit!”
But his body was still… unmoving.
A sob wracked through you, and you fell against a nearby column as the image seared itself into your mind. It was the stuff of nightmares, and it was your living hell. Every night, you woke screaming, with the sight of Theo’s lifeless body engrained in your mind.
“Y/N?” Blaine's deep baritone came from behind you. “Hey, it's okay. You’re okay.”
His hands brushed over your shoulders in an attempt to soothe you. After a few minutes, you choked back your tears and straightened your shoulders.
“I’m fine.” You said, your voice still shaking.
Blaise peered at you, his eyes betraying his concern. “Are you sure? You know the Ministry has set up counselling for those affected by the war, maybe you should-”
“I said I’m fine.” You protested, shrugging off his hold. “I just need to get some supper and go to bed.”
Blaise sighed, obviously disapproving of your claim, but smart enough not to push you further.
“Okay.” He conceded, wrapping his arm back around your shoulders. “Let's get you some food.”
You leaned into his warmth and let him lead you to the great hall. The once packed tables were now silent and sparse, the few remaining students choosing to sit in silence while they picked at their food.
You took a seat at your usual spot, spooning pumpkin soup into your bowl and swirling it around distractedly. A flash of brown curls to your left sent your spoon clattering into the bowl, and your head whipped so fast you swore you nearly gave yourself whiplash.
Only an empty seat greeted you, and tears filled your eyes. You could have sworn, just for a second, that he had been beside you.
You ate as quickly as you could, the food tasting like ash in your mouth, ignoring Blaise's concerned looks as you shovelled mouthful after mouthful into your mouth.
“I’m going to bed.” You mumbled, once your bowl was emptied.
“Do you want me to walk you down?” Blaise questioned, his own meal half-finished.
You shook your head. “No. I… I need to be alone.”
He stared at you for a moment, seeming to deliberate.
“Okay.” He said finally. “Be safe, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, yeah?”
You nodded, lifting your hand in a half-hearted wave as you stood up from your seat.
The walk down to the dungeons was quiet, the only sound being your echoing footsteps through the halls. The common room was empty when you finally stepped through the threshold, the flickering fire the only semblance of life in the area.
You didn't pause, walking to the hall that held your dorm room. You shrugged off your robes the second you walked through the door, distracting yourself with putting away various pieces of clutter that littered your floor.
On your bedside table, a picture frame caught your eye. It was an image of you and Theo that he had gotten you for your birthday last year, enchanted to portray a moving scene of you leaping into his arms. You picked up the frame, smiling sadly at the photo. You would give anything to be in his arms again.
“We looked so happy there, didn't we?”
The frame fell to the floor, the glass covering shattering as you froze, your heart thundering wildly in your chest.
“Shit, tesoro. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”
You spun around, and there he was. Your throat dried up, and all you could do was stare.
“Theo?” You breathed, barely able to comprehend what was happening. His soft, brown curls fell over his forehead as he tilted his head, a tentative smile on his face. He was wearing the same outfit as the day that he…
You leapt forward, your eyes squeezing shut as you reached to pull him into your arms.
Only for your fingers to close around air. You stumbled, opening your eyes as you spun around in confusion.
He was still there, but the faint smile had turned to a frown. You reached for his hand, unsure of what was happening, only for your fingers to drift straight through his skin.
You blinked, really focusing on him, and it was then you noticed that he didn't seem to be all there. His outline was slightly blurred against the backdrop of your room, and he seemed to be somewhat transparent.
“What…” you breathed. “What is happening? Am I going insane?”
Theo smiled sadly, shaking his head. “Not insane, baby. I’ve been trying to reach you since you came back.”
“You're here?” You sniffle. “You’re really here? I could've sworn I watched you…” You couldn't finish the sentence.
“You did.” He confirmed, and your heart broke all over again. You really were going insane, conjuring up images of your lost love just to cope with the pain.
“But I’m still here, really here, I swear.” He continued, fidgeting with his fingers. “Just… not alive.”
You shook your head. “I don't… I don't understand.”
He pulled the collar of his shirt down to reveal a black burn mark on his upper chest. “This is where the curse hit me, it seems that my ghost has preserved the exact way my body was when I died.”
You shook your head in disbelief. “Ghost?” You breathe. “You’re… you're a ghost?”
He nodded. “Yeah. It's been difficult trying to push through the veil to get to you, I’ve tried so many times. I got close earlier tonight at dinner, but it slipped away from me so quickly.” he frowned. “Even now, I can feel it starting to slip.”
Disappointment and joy battled ferociously in your mind. “You’re really dead, then?” Your voice cracked.
He nodded. “I am.”
Without knowing exactly how, or why, anger took over you, and words spewed out before you could stop them. “Why the fuck did you jump in front of me, Theo?” You exclaimed.
He held his hands up. “You were going to die, cara mia. I couldn't stand there and do nothing!”
You wished you could touch him. You wished you could punch him, hit him, hug him… kiss him.
You just wished you could feel his skin against yours again.
“I can’t do this.” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I can't do this without you.”
“You can.” Theo said firmly. “And you will. And I’ll be here as much as I can to help you get through it, I swear.”
You stared at him through your tear-blurred vision. The urge to be in his arms was overwhelming, and it was a bittersweet kind of torture being able to see him and speak to him, but never touch him. You walked around him, shaking, and fell onto your bed, drawing your knees up to your chest. He moved after you, taking a seat beside you. You glanced at him, confused.
“How are you sitting on my bed?” You asked softly. “If you're a ghost?”
“I’m not, really.” He replied. “I’m kind of… hovering myself just above your bed to make it look like I’m sitting. I can’t feel your bed, or you, or anything really.”
The desperate sadness in his voice made your eyes fill with tears again. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered. “It's my fault you're dead. God, I’m so beyond sorry.”
He shook his head vehemently. “It’s not your fault, never your fault, tesoro. I made my choice, and I chose to sacrifice myself so that the person I love most would be able to live their life.”
“I don't want to live without you.” You admit quietly, looking down at your hands.
“Don’t say that.” The harshness in his voice made you blink and look up at him. His face was twisted into an anguished, almost terrified expression. “Promise me you won't ever say that again. I need you to live, Y/N. For me, please.”
You nodded, even if you didn't truly believe it, anything to get that tortured expression off his face. He relaxed a little, and flickered in and out of view.
“Shit.” He cursed. “I’m fading out. The veil is pushing me back, I can’t stay for much longer.”
You jolted, panic filling you. “No, wait! You can't leave me, not again, Theo!”
He flickered again, this time his form was barely visible as he faded more and more with each passing second.
“I’m sorry.” Even his voice had faded, becoming muffled. “But I will be back. I swear to you. I’ll keep coming back for you, as long as you need me.”
“I'll always need you!” You sobbed, your fingers desperately clenching around the air where his hand should be.
His smile was barely visible. “I love you, Y/N, never forget that.”
“I love you too.” You weeped. “Please stay.”
But with a final flicker, he was finally gone from view.
And you were alone again.
#theo nott#fluff#angst#foryou#harry potter#slytherin boys#theo nott x you#theodore nott imagine#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#x reader fanfiction
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Big Sister Energy(Alexia PutellasXMeadReader)
Warnings: Google translate used.
Summary: You are 18 years old, away from England and just got dumped by your girlfriend. Alexia is there for you and you have a talk.
You didn't do very well and everyone could see it. Especially Alexia. You still were playing good football, but it was obvious that right now your heart wasn't in it. And you looked like you hadn't slept in weeks. Which was actually quite true. Your girlfriend, well now ex has dumped you for one of her ex boyfriends and went back to him around two weeks ago.
"pequeña? ¿qué ocurre?" Alexia asked you as you both walked to your seperate cars after practice. You frown a little but decided to play it cool. "I am fine, Alexia!" You let her know. Even though it was obvious that you weren't.
"y/n, i know this isn't true! You look like death!" She informed you.
You roll your eyes a little but also felt stressed about it.
"Mi novia rompió conmigo(my girlfriend broke up with me)!" You whispered out. She frowned softly.
"what happened exactly?" The blonde asked.
"Vanya went back to her ex boyfriend!" You sobbed out and now started crying again. Alexia quickly pulled you into a hug, frowning even more. She never really liked your ex and now she was once again reminded why. Alexia was always protective of you. You joined the team almost a year ago. First you were living with Keira until you turned 18 and wanted to be on your own. Keira was your teammate, one of your fellow lionesses. She also was quite protective of you. Probably because Bethy your sister has asked her to to keep an eye on you. But you didn't know If that actually was true.
Anyways you hugged Alexia back who was holding you in her arms right now.
"Estoy aquí para ti." she whispered against your forehead. Palcing a soft kiss on it.
"you act alot like my older Sister Beth!"you told her, smiling slighlty through your tears. honestly you would never have thought that you would end up in Barcelona one day and play Professional football over there. Outside of your comfort zone. You practiced all your Life at Arsenal but never ended up playing for your Senior Team. Instead you were here now. Your sister missed you lots and you missed her as well. But you tried to avoid her because somehow she found out about the breakup And you didn't want to worry her with how awful you sounded. Your guess was that Keira told her. In fact alot of the Girls from the english national team tried to reach out. So did Viv your sister-in-law.
"well you are a bit like a Baby sister i want to protect!" Alexia admitted.
"i am not a baby but i for sure appreciate to have you as my 'sister away from home!'" you told her, smiling softly, wiping away the tears.
"you are still so young. You are just 18 years old. Can't help that i feel protective of you cause of that! Cause you are way too sweet sometimes. It's not a bad thing but Vanya didn't deserve someone as sweet and kind as you cause she is the devil." Alexia answered.
"thank you." You simply just replied. Breathing in and out to calm down as much as possible. Crying was quite exhausting.
"it's true. Now you come home with me and we get some food. Then you need sleep. And tomorrow morning you gonna call your loved ones!" Alexia told you. She didn't leave you much of a choice. Saying you can drive to practice together and your Car and stay in the parking lot. So you just got into her car.
You did ended up calling Beth the next morning and she told you that she was close to dropping everything to check on you personally. So good thing Alexia got you to open up. It was nice to know you had a support system at Home and here in Barcelona.
After a few days you actually started feeling human again. Thanks to everyone that cared about you.
#womens soccer#soccer#woso#womens football#woso x reader#alexia putellas#fc barcelona#beth mead#keira walsh#viv miedema
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Arranged: Chapter Nine
*gif not mine. credit to owner*
Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12 & ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.
Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.
Authors Note: If anyone who is interested wants to be tagged, let me know!
The smell of coffee was trapped in my nose as I poured two full cups before setting the pot back, a smile on my face. Thoughts of last night kept replaying in my mind and I haven’t been able to stop smiling since I woke up a bit ago.
Bucky had returned home last night sometime after midnight and let me know with a soft kiss to the forehead before retreating back into his room. When I awoke this morning, there was a note from him saying he had a meeting right away at 10 am but was free the rest of the day so we could do whatever I wanted.
The only thing I wanted to do was pick up where we left off last night before Steve interrupted.
With both mugs in hand, I quickly made my way down the long hallway towards Bucky’s office, knowing I had a few minutes before his meeting and figured he would like a warm cup of coffee to start it.
The door was open so with a soft knock, I walked in only to freeze in place at what I had seen.
There was one man who I had remembered seeing outside of the lab the other day holding open a briefcase that held 10 vials of some kind of blue liquid.
Dr. Banner, I remember Bucky and Steve calling him that.
There was another man, darker skin than the rest, and he stood behind Banner with a hand ghosting over the gun on his hip.
Steve and Bucky were standing across from the two men, them each holding a vial of the liquid. When I walked into the room, both of their eyes landed onto me. Anger filled Bucky’s eyes and he hurriedly placed the vial back into the briefcase before slamming it shut.
His jaw glanced while lips snarled in anger, eyes cutting deep into me.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” Bucky asked.
I held up the cups of coffee before setting them down on his desk. “I thought you would want some before your meeting. Clearly it started earlier than you said.”
Bucky gripped my elbow and led me into the hallway, spewing curses falling from his lips.
“Did you even bother to check the door?” He snapped.
I ripped my arm out of his grasp and placed my weight onto my left foot. “Yes, it was wide open and I even knocked before coming in.”
“Go upstairs, I’ll talk to you later.”
I sliced my eyes into him. “Are you going to tell me what I just walked into?”
Bucky grasped my wrist and began leading me towards the stairs which only made me more furious and this time, I yanked myself free while pushing him back slightly.
“Don’t you put your hands on me again!” I pointed a finger at him.
He ran a hand over his face. “Y/N, I’m not saying it again. Go upstairs. NOW!”
I jumped slightly at the sudden change in his voice but didn’t let it phase me.
“Is it drugs? Is that what this whole secrecy is because you’re selling or buying drugs?” I questioned with my arms over my chest. “Was your guy going to shoot the doctor after he gave you those vials? Got what you wanted so now you don’t need him anymore?”
“It’s none of your business,” Bucky began.
“The hell it isn't!” I snapped, my voice without a doubt being heard by the men in his office. “You brought me into this mess the second we signed the papers!”
It had only been a few days but I was already sick of the lies and secrets, I needed Bucky to tell me the truth on what he’s into. I was his wife now.
“Why did you even sign them?!” Bucky wondered, hands on his hips. “You hesitated signing them.”
“Oh my god,” I pinched my eyes shut, a sudden headache rattling my brain. “It was nothing, Bucky; nerves.”
“Bullshit! Why did you hesitate?” Bucky drilled the question again.
“Because I don’t want this!” I screamed. “I wanted to marry someone I love, someone that I can see having a family with. Someone that doesn’t hide shit from me. And someone that doesn’t fucking kill people for a living!”
Bucky’s eyes flashed with hatred at my words. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”
I scoffed while standing on my toes. “I thought that after last night we were finally in a good place. I was starting to feel something for you. How fucking wrong I was.”
He sliced his eyes into me. “What kind of woman needs her parents to set her up in a marriage? How pathetic. I’m starting to think I should have found the first broad I found in the city and married her. At least she would give me what I want.”
My heart shattered, falling into the depths of my stomach and I could feel the corner of my eyes well up. But I refused to let him know that his words cut deep. The Bucky from last night was nowhere in sight. This one was meaner and I suddenly wanted nothing to do with this one.
“Go fuck yourself, Bucky. We might be married now but that doesnt mean I have to be seen with you,” I seethed.
With another shake of my head, I left him to go back to whatever he had been doin prior in his office; tears falling freely over my cheeks.
Silence.
That's all that was heard throughout the large home for the last couple of days, me being the only one here. After our huge fight, Bucky left for a business trip, Barb’s words. She was here the first day he left but I told her she didn’t need to stay for me and gave her the rest of the week off.
Something she was grateful for.
Steve had to go with Bucky, meaning that if I were to go out it would be on my own without any protection. Which really didn’t matter to me because I ended up being held up in my room. He had sent me a text earlier today to let me know that he would be arriving back home tonight. I didn’t even bother to reply.
There were some hurtful things hurled by the both of us and it wasn’t something I was going to sweep under the rug. I would be willing to apologize, only if he was as well.
My phone began to buzz on my table and I answered it with a groan, not bothering to check who was calling.
“Well hello to you too, dear. Rough day?”
I sat up in bed more and sighed. “Hi mom. Sorry, I was asleep.”
“Oh sorry for waking you. I just wanted to check in and see how marriage life is going?”
“Great,” I lied, not bothering to tell her about the fight. I didn’t want her to think things weren’t great.
Even if they weren’t.
“Good! Your father and I knew Bucky was the right choice for you, you two complement each other so well.”
I shook my head. “Mom, do you even know who he is?”
“He owns the laboratory in town. All the papers say he’s been finding the next cure for some kind of sickness, ya know? He’s such a good man, Y/N.”
“Look, I’m tired and don’t really feel like talking right now. Can I call you later?” I asked.
“Sweetheart, everything alright? Because if it’s not, you can talk to me.”
I scoffed. “No offense mom but the reason why I’m feeling like this is because you guys forced me to marry this complete stranger who you know nothing about! I barely know him and you and dad practically threw me into his arms. Did you even ask if he wanted this? Because he fucking doesnt!”
“Watch your language, Y.N! I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.”
I squeezed my eyes shut while pressing a hand to my forehead. “I’m really not in the mood to deal with this shit now.”
Before I could hear my mom yell some more, I hung up the phone and tossed it into the drawer of the table next to me. The last thing I wanted at this moment was to deal with her disappointment in the fact that I wasn’t giving this marriage a try.
I went back to the book that I had almost forgotten I was reading before the phone call and let the rest of the night pass with no other issues, that was until Bucky returned home. With my open door, I heard Bucky ascend the stairs, letting out a deep breath once he reached the top. I peaked over the top of my book and looked out into the hallway where Bucky stood with his hands deep into his pockets, tired eyes staring at me.
Even if I was upset with him, he still looked breathtaking in his black sweats with a matching sweater. His usual combed back hair was a mess, strands falling all into his face due to the traveling. His whole aura screamed ‘cuddle with me’ but I needed to hold my composure; I wouldn’t fold first.
My eyes returned back to my book and I heard Bucky let out another deep sigh before he disappeared into his room, the door slamming behind him.
Some time had passed and my eyelids became heavy, sleep slowly overtaking my body and I set the book down, ready to close my eyes and forget about the last week. My phone, however, began ringing non stop in the drawer next to me. I ignored it, thinking it was my mom again, but when it rang for a third time, I knew that it had to have been something more important.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hi, is this Mrs. Barnes?”
My heart flipped. It had been the first time I heard myself being called that.
“Uh, yeah. Who is this?”
“This is Detective Roth with the NYPD. We’re calling on behalf of your parents.”
I sat up in bed with a quick start. “Are they alright?”
“No, I’m sorry. They’re bodies were found in their homes just a few minutes ago. We believed that they were murdered.”
The detective's voice had become white noise as my brain began processing the new information.
My parents were dead?
Murdered?
In their own home?
I then remembered the phone call I had with my mom just an hour ago and I let out a strangled sob, realizing that was our last conversation. My bottom lip trembled as I let out a shaky breath before the tears began to fall, droplets falling onto the blanket and a loud sob choked its way out of my throat. Tears collected into my eyelashes and I swatted them away.
“No!” I wailed, tossing the phone across the room. “NO!”
Sobs attacked my entire body as I writhed underneath the blanket, the pain overtaking me as I continued to scream.
“Doll?”
Bucky’s voice was muffled through my sobs and he was blurred due to the tears filling my eyes.
“What’s going on?”
Bucky was in my bed in an instant, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. I grasped at hsi shirt, tears staining it immediately. I sobbed, loudly, as I tried to tell him what happened.
He hushed my cries with a kiss to my hairline and rubbed circles on my back, hoping it would calm me.
“What happened, Y/N?” Bucky asked once more.
I looked up at him, tears falling from my swollen eyes. “My parents are dead. Someone killed them.”
Sobs broke out of me again as my body writhed in his grasp and I buried my face back into Bucky’s chest. I hadn’t noticed the large scowl that came to his face as he wrapped his arms even tighter around me.
“It’s alright, doll. I’m here.” Bucky cooed into my ear.
#mob!bucky barnes#mob!bucky barnes x reader#mob!bucky barnes and reader#mob!bucky barnes x yn#mob!bucky barnes and yn#mob!bucky barnes reader insert#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes and reader#sebastian stan
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Wildflower
Summary: Tyler Owens x Fe!Reader -> Finding yourself a little lost, through some conversations, laughter and a bunch of wildflowers, you find something more than just friendship in Tyler Owens.
Disclaimer: Mostly fluff, little angst (kinda) reader doesn't have the best relationship with her family -- they're a lot. Found family vibes with Reader and the Wranglers. Tyler is mentioned to be an EMT and a weatherman. Not Proof Read.
The media always painted him as a heartthrob. New Tornado-Chasing, Thrill Seeking Heartthrob Tyler Owens spotted in the same town as…And he took it as a compliment. He’d been getting similar headlines and comments since he started on the rodeo circuit.
What he didn’t like was when he was painted as a heartbreaker, pitted against people who he’d only really held a conversation with. No dates, no kisses, not even a hug come to think of it. Maybe a handshake at most.
And it wasn’t like he dated much. Well, not at all really.
Between chasing Tornadoes throughout the year, but mostly in the summer and spending the rest of his time working around research, data production, his channel, the few guest lectures he did at his old University campus and even the odd appearance as a local weatherman when he visited his folks, he didn’t have time to date.
He also didn’t have the heart to do so.
Something had always stopped him from taking a date further than a month. And it wasn’t commitment issues, he wasn’t afraid of relationships. In fact, he’d love to have one. To have a place to call home permanently, to have someone to come home to and talk about his day with, and hear about her’s…
In recent years, that life seemed to become more like a distant friend than a family member.
Until you showed up.
He’d been working all week in the shed, only really surfacing to eat or use the bathroom. Dexter had told him he should get some more sun before he withered away like some cowboy-vampire. Well, those were actually Lily’s words, but Dexter had told him to get some sun.
And he promised he would, once all their recent data was logged into his laptop. It would save him the two weeks he’d be spending at the rodeo helping with the set-up and the running of it.
Coming up the road, your tires crunching as they rolled over the gravel path, the breeze whipped in and out of your truck windows, surrounding you with the kind of freedom you hadn’t felt in years.
From the house at the very top of the lane, you saw two people sitting on the porch, three others stood in the garden and from the barn emerged one man who joined Cathy in watching your truck pull up the lane.
“Oh, my god! Y/n!”
As you switched your engine off and hopped out of your truck, you were almost sent flying onto your back by Kate as she came barreling towards you.
“Hey- uff.” You smiled as Kate wrapped her arms around you tightly. “Missed you, too.”
“What are you doing here?” Kate pulled away long enough for you to answer.
“Needed some space from home, so when Cathy called and said she needed help, I almost jumped down her throat at the chance.”
Kate laughed, looked around and hugged you again. “Let me introduce you to everyone.”
The next twenty minutes were filled with introductions, questions, answers, updates on life and even more questions.
“How long are you gonna stay?”
You shrugged before looking over at Cathy. “For as long as your mom needs my help.”
Cathy shook her head as she poured a pitcher of sweet tea. “You can stay as long as you’d like.”
You chuckled and thanked her for the drink. “Thanks, but it looks like you’ve got your hands full here already.”
Kate smiled. “The more the merrier.”
You and Kate had grown up almost like sisters. With your mom and Kate’s mom being in the same classes at school, and their ever-growing friendship, you and Kate had spent most afternoons and sleepovers gossiping and talking about everything you possibly ever could.
And when she lost those she loved almost eight years ago in an EF-5, you had been the one to stay with her. You also stayed with her in New York for six months as she got settled into her new job and new apartment.
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?”
You looked over your shoulder to Kate who was sitting up on your bed as you unpacked your bags. You shook your head and smiled. “For the millionth time, I’ve got everything I need, Kate.”
Kate looked around. “Extra towels?”
“Your mom already brought everything down.”
Kate sighed, a little defeated. “Fine. But you know you can always ask me-”
You nodded. “I know.”
Kate smiled and watched you for a few moments as you folded your t-shirts back up before laying them in one of the drawers. “You okay?”
“Yea, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you only leave home like this when something’s happened.”
Your shoulders dropped a little. “It’s just family stuff, that’s all. A few too many arguments over Easter and a crowded house filled with divided opinions. I needed a break and your mom needed a couple extra hands. It’s a win-win.”
“Okay, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you.”
You smiled and took hold of Kate’s hand. “I know. And you know I’m here when you want to finally tell me why you have a local weatherman hiding in your barn.”
Kate laughed. “Tyler?”
You nodded and got back to packing whilst listening to Kate tell you everything she could about how she came to meet Tyler Owens; cowboy vampire and weatherman.
Over the course of a week, you came to know everyone a little better. During the days, you helped Cathy out, Kate joining every once in a while along with Dani and Dexter. During the early evenings, Kate would drag you into the barn where you could both sort out the feed bags and listen to Dexter tell his stories to the others. Boone usually gave you a small fright anytime you walked up into the rafters considering you’d just seen him sat next to Lily at one of the desks.
Lily would show you some of the footage they’d gathered throughout the day when on a chase and you’d see the complete thrill in all of their faces.
Even Kate’s.
Both you and Cathy were happy to see it.
“You should join us one of these days.” Lily said, casually.
You shook your head just as Kate laughed. Tyler turned his head. “What?”
“It’s nothing, it’s just…”
Tyler raised an eyebrow and tried his best to suppress his laughter. “You're scared?”
“Not scared, per say-”
“I’d say. You barely opened your eyes when you joined me.”
You looked at Kate. “That’s because you were the one driving.”
“I thought you liked my driving.”
“Yeah, on a normal road. Not chasing an EF-3 on the hottest day of the year after a flat tire.” You turned back to the others. “As much as I’d love to, I think I still prefer to watch it from the comfort of a screen.”
Tyler held up his hands. “Well, the offer’ll stand. Don’t have to join us, you can always join Dexter and Dani in the van.”
“I’ll see.”
Turning back to the pile of animal feed, you started filling the buckets. By the time you’d finished, you made your way into the main house where Cathy was dishing out plates with Tyler’s help in the kitchen as the others either got showered or started setting the table.
“Hey, need some help?”
“No, I think we’ve got it covered,” Cathy told you. “But you can go and get Kate. I think she’s still in the barn.”
“I did try and drag her chair from her desk but I think she might be a witch. She started to hover, I’m pretty sure.” Boone called out from the living room.
You nodded. “Noted. Back in a tick.”
Disappearing back outside, you rounded the house and headed towards the barn. “KATE! Are you alive?!”
“Back here!”
Pushing the barn door open, you walked inside and eventually found her tucked into the desk, ink stains across her fingers from handwriting her notes.
“Your mom’s made food.”
“Yea, I’ll be there in a sec.”
You waited for a minute before sighing and walking behind her. You’d seen this many times before, and in over twenty years of friendship, you’d only found one method to work. Well, two; but the hose was attached to the house and didn’t reach into the barn.
Grabbing the back of her chair, you waited for her to lift her pen off the page before you jerked it away.
“Wha- Hey!”
“Come on. It’s dinner time.”
“But-”
You shook your head as you started to wheel her chair across the barn floor. She tried her best at spinning around, but you just kept making your way towards the barn door.
“I promise you can finish later. Until then, we’re eating. Come on.”
Kate pouted and agreed. “Fine. But you’re wheeling me back.”
“Deal.”
Finally reaching the house, you and Kate made your way inside before joining everyone else at the table. Drawing straws, you and Tyler pulled the shortest.
“Sorry, Kate.”
She shrugged. “It’s okay. I promised Lily she can push Boone back to the barn anyway.”
You smiled before picking up her plate and carrying it into the kitchen with the others.
“You wash, I’ll dry?”
You agreed. “Okay.”
And so you both began. With Cathy’s stereo on the window cill, a country music station playing like always, the music washed its way around the house and you and Tyler cleaned up.
As you did so, you and Tyler found yourselves both dancing along to the music that floated around the room until everything was washed and all that was left was you and Tyler sharing laughter as you both tried your best to remember an old line dance.
Then you were two-stepping around the kitchen, him spinning you out and around and back in until Boone and Kate walked back inside and in the spirit of things, joined in. Boone bowing to Kate as low as he could, he held out his hand.
“Why, ma’ lady?”
“Why thank you, sir.”
Before you knew it, Dani and Lily had joined, and Cathy had pulled Dexter in for a small dance.
The night drew in slowly, the moon’s beam gently settling across the land around the farm as the stars joined in. Everyone was sitting outside, either dancing by the fire or doing some kind of activity whether that was drawing or knitting.
You were sitting in the corner of the porch, balancing on one of the beams when the phone rang out.
A few minutes later, Cathy came outside. “Honey, it’s your folks. They want to talk to you.”
You took a breath. “Okay.”
Hopping off the edge, you walked inside, unaware of the eyes trailing your movements.
“Everything okay?” Tyler asked as Cathy joined him once more on the porch. But she just sighed.
“I’ve known her mom since I was a kid. Y/n’s a strong kid, but sometimes she just needs a break. They can be…a lot.”
Tyler just nodded before his eyes looked through the kitchen window and he saw you, sat at the entrance between the kitchen and living room, the phone to your ear and your entire body language screaming for help.
It was forty minutes before you were finally able to hang up the phone and when you finally emerged from the house, you walked out to find Boone mid handstand.
“Hey, I’ll be back soon.” You told Cathy.
“Everything okay?”
You forced a smile and nodded. “Everything’s fine. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
“Okay. Call us if you need anything.”
You nodded before making your way towards your truck, Kate rushing over. “Where are you going?”
“Just going to the store. Do you need me to pick anything up?” Kate shook her head.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
You nodded. “I promise. Just going to the store.”
“Okay. Well, uhh, a couple pads?”
“Period or stationary?”
Kate shrugged. “Both.”
You smiled, hopping into your truck. “Okay. Text me if you need anything else.”
You were at least an hour away from any open store, so winding down your windows, you turned on the radio and let the solitude wash over you.
Your family could be a lot. Even more so when they didn’t agree on anything. Despite finding a job in New York, you’d returned home because your grandparents were sick. Eventually, they passed and that left the small plot of land and the farm house to your parents. They’d been trying to make it into an Inn and so far were succeeding.
Save for the new renovations being done to the left side of the house where they couldn’t decide which colours to pick, which led to an argument over the colours they’d picked for the other rooms, and then their choice of contractor to fix the old barn into an outhouse. Then it was one of your parents bitching to you about the other for so long, about the same thing. You could only take so much arguing, shouting, and aggressive debates. Then Easter had come and that brought in ten other family members, all of whom had elected to take sides.
Which left you alone in the very middle of a dozen other adults who were acting like children.
The call from Cathy couldn’t have come less than a blessing to you.
You took your time going around the store, picking up a couple of different things including both kinds of pads before getting back into your truck and driving around for a while.
Just as the clock on your dash passed one in the morning, you turned down your radio, letting the sound of crunching gravel filter through your windows. From the looks of it, everyone was asleep.
Except for one.
Turning your headlights off, you pulled the key out of the ignition and locked it up. With the brown paper bag in your arms, you slowly made your way up the steps of the porch where you found Tyler, still awake.
“Hey.”
“You okay?”
You looked around you and then back at him. “Better than before.”
“Want to talk about it?”
You clicked your tongue. “I don’t think it’ll help.”
“You never know.”
You shrugged. “You don’t wanna know.”
Tyler sat up, leaning his forearms on his knees. “Try me.”
You looked down at the bag in your arms and sighed. “Let me put these inside.”
If he wanted to leave, if he didn’t want to hear about it, then you walking inside was his chance. It was his chance to think up an excuse about getting to bed before an early start, or that maybe it would be better to talk when people weren’t trying to sleep, or whatever other excuse he could come up with.
Except, when you came back outside, you found him laying out a couple of blankets and turning the heater up a little.
“Thought you might be cold.”
You couldn’t help but be in shock. “Thanks.”
“So…where do you want to start?”
You sat down. “Aren’t you the shrink? Shouldn’t you be telling me?”
Tyler cracked a smile. “Kate warned me you might be like this.”
“Did she now?”
Tyler nodded as he hummed. “She did.”
“Did you tell her you’d be moonlighting as my therapist tonight?”
He shook his head. “I just said I was gonna stay up. Didn’t say anymore than that.”
You hummed. “Usually don’t have to with Kate.”
“How long have you known Kate?”
“Is this the start of the session?”
Tyler just gave you a look, hiding the smile he wanted to crack again. So you answered the question.
“Since we were little. Cathy and my mom were friends. We spent most days together.”
After an hour of talking, Tyler had found out your parents had moved away from Supulpa when you were about to start college in order to be closer to your grandparents. He found out a little about your side of Kate’s story when she left for New York, about how you came back and everything that had happened since.
“I do love them, it’s just that they can be a lot sometimes.” You answered honestly. “Loud, rowdy, argumentative. Someone always has to be more right than someone else. You’re also not allowed to have your own opinion, but you’re also not allowed to not have an opinion. Colour of a room, foundation of a building, choice of school, subjects, jobs, vacations. All of it. Someone always has to put in their two cents.”
“Kate mentioned something about Easter. What happened?”
You sighed. “I told them I had a new job, after one of my aunts mentioned that her neighbour hadn’t seen me in their offices for a while.”
“How long have you been at your new job?”
“Two years.” You admitted.
“Two years?”
You nodded. “I know it was wrong, lying to them, but not telling them just…made everything a little more peaceful. And it’s not like it’s a different job. It’s the same work, just at a different company. I work from home two days of the week. I’ve acquired some time off; that’s why I’m here day to day. And it also means I’m moving away, back to my hometown.”
Tyler sat up. “You’re moving back here?”
You nodded slowly. “I’m still house hunting, and I haven’t told anyone yet. Not even Kate.”
“Why not?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. I always planned on coming back, I think.”
“You think?”
You shrugged again. “When we’re kids, it seems like this huge thing; to be able to get out of the small town. And, I did. I’ve worked in New York and,” you hummed. “I liked it for a while. I think I liked freedom more than anything. Able to take an interview without my entire family wanting to know every single detail known to man. But Oklahoma…it’s my home. Kate is the closest thing I have to family that doesn’t drive me insane. And…” You sighed. “I want my family to see this place. To know Cathy, and Kate, and my old stomping grounds. I don’t want them to have a city life – not that there’s something wrong with city life. It’s just rushed. I want them to not only see the peace, but actually know it, you know?”
Tyler nodded with a soft smile on his face. “I know.”
“The phone call before; it was my folks. They wanted to know when I’d be coming home. It took me thirty minutes before I could get a word in. And when I said I wouldn’t be, it was just more yelling.”
“Yelling?”
“You know, ‘I’m selfish for moving back’, ‘I’m selfish for wanting a life away from my grandparent’s old home’, I’m selfish for wanting a life away from my family.”
Tyler shook his head. “You’re not selfish, Y/n. You’re allowed a choice in life. And that choice should be down to you, and you alone. Not to anyone else. I know they’re your family, but screw ‘em. You’ve done a lot for them, and they’re all fully grown adults. Have them figure it out on their own for once. And, if you want, once you’ve told Kate, we can go house hunting with you.”
A small smile broke across your lips. “Thanks, Tyler.”
He nodded and smiled. “You’re not selfish for wanting a life of your own, Y/n. We only get so much time on this earth, and it should be down to you how and where you want to spend it.”
You smiled again, feeling Tyler take your hand in his. You had no words, so you just squeezed his hand in a thank you.
“Come on, it’s getting late. We should go to bed before Cathy comes and beats us with a dish towel again.”
As you stood, you looked at him. “Again?”
As he quietly walked you to your room, he explained how Cathy had chased all of them at least once with a dish towel because they either stayed up too late or because they’d walked into the kitchen too early on their birthday.
“Tyler?”
He turned back down the hall. “Yeah?”
“Thank you for waiting up. And thank you for talking with me.”
With rosy cheeks, Tyler smiled and tipped his head. “Anytime, Sweetheart.”
You felt your own cheeks warm at his reply before you opened up your door and walked inside, the hallway light turning off as you clicked your door shut. Eventually, you heard Tyler’s door click shut, too.
In a home like Cathy’s, you could hear every door open and shut, no matter how well oiled the handles were.
In the morning, you woke early and found Cathy awake and sat at her dining table with a smirk behind her mug.
“I heard you had a late night last night.”
“Jesus.” You held onto your chest.
She just smirked. “No use praying to him, I want to know what happened.”
You poured yourself a coffee. “Nothing happened. We just talked.”
“And talked, and talked.”
You turned around. “You heard us?”
Cathy shook her head. “No, but I did hear your doors shut about the same time last night and Kate told me he was waiting up for you. So, anything you want to tell me?”
You let out a short sigh. No time like the present.
“If you must know, I was telling him about my job.”
“And?”
“And how I’m moving back to Sapulpa.”
Cathy sat up. “Really?”
You nodded. “I haven’t told Kate yet.”
But it wasn’t long before you finally did. And two weeks later, Kate came running down the field with her phone where she met both you and Tyler.
You’d been putting a new fence up around the ground, but you could only pull so many wires on your own without nearly knocking yourself out. So, Cathy had sent Tyler down.
You’d been working for two hours or more when Kate came running down the field.
“I think I’ve found one!”
“Found one what?”
Kate was smiling. “A house. It’s in budget, an hour out of your office building but town is only twenty minutes out. Nice view, open space. What do you think?”
You looked Kate over. She was still hiding something from you.
“You’ve already called them haven’t you?”
She shifted on her feet. “Maybe.”
“Kate.”
She admitted defeat, though she seemed pretty happy about it. “Okay, I’ve got you a viewing tomorrow. But, please. Please go. We can go with you.”
You took a look at Kate before looking at the pictures on her phone. It did look cute. Wrap around and covered porch, big windows, shutters, bigger kitchen, spacious. It needed a lick of paint; or maybe two.
You looked over your shoulder at Tyler who was looking at Kate’s phone, too.
“What’d you think?”
“Can’t hurt to look.”
As the clock struck eleven the next morning, yourself, Tyler and Kate all arrived outside the house. The realtor met you outside and started giving you the facts; why it was being sold, who by, the history of the place. Tyler asked questions you’d probably think of at 3 am when you couldn’t sleep. Kate rushed around, looking in different rooms, taking pictures.
There were four bedrooms, one office, two bathrooms – one up, one down. The master bedroom had an ensuite.
“Now, it does need a little work. A couple of the shutters are loose around the back and one of the bathroom taps can be a little dodgy.” The realtor told you. “But all in all, it’s practically a steal.”
That much was true.
And it wasn’t too far from Kate and Cathy. Maybe a thirty minute drive. Town was twenty minutes away, and most of that was on dirt roads. And from Kate’s constant announcements, signal was pretty decent in most rooms apart from the very back bedroom which you could use as a storage room anyway.
The grass around the place was in desperate need of a cut, and the wildflowers that were tipping up around the place were begging for death in the hot sun.
A tree had been planted a little ways from the house which would provide shade from the sun in the early afternoon.
It also needed to be furnished, and have a couple of things replaced. But after a good clean up…you could see yourself living here.
Standing on the back porch, you felt a familiar pair of boots stand beside you.
“You look really happy here.”
You looked up to Tyler with a relaxed smile. “I am. It’s…freedom. Two acres of land, a home.”
“All you’re missing are some chickens.”
You laughed, and so did Tyler before Kate came running outside. “Well, what do you think?”
You smiled. “I love it.”
“So you’re gonna go for it?”
Looking between the pair, and back up to the house, you nodded. “I think I am.”
Finally, after a month of going between helping Cathy, driving into the city and to deal with housing paperwork and taking walks around the new land that you owned, you moved into your new home.
And everyone helped.
Yourself and Kate got a head start on things, having slept over on the floor the night before in order to map out where everything would be going. And through tears of laughter, you both managed to get a sofa and bed frame brought through the doors before Tyler’s truck pulled up with the others.
“Figured you could use some help.”
The next ten hours were spent laughing, fixing, setting up, painting and just all round having fun. An hour in and Dani had confiscated both Boone and Lily from using the drill to fix the shutters outside, Dexter had helped patch up some of the walls as well as paint over them.
Kate kicked you out of the office space before dragging Dexter in with her.
“You can’t come in. Tyler!”
He poked his head out from the master bedroom. “Yeah?”
“Make sure Y/n doesn’t come into this room until I say so.”
“Why?” You asked, whilst Tyler just agreed with a smile. He already knew what was going on.
“I need your help here anyway.” Tyler told you as you walked away from outside your office.
Tyler had been fixing your bed frame with Lily until he banned her from helping with that, too. Lily wasn’t the most patient when it came to making sure the bed frame was structurally sound.
So you and Tyler got to work.
“Okay, three, two, one. Go!”
Both yourself and Tyler stepped away from your bed at the same time. It had already fallen down twice.
“Is it?”
Tyler hesitantly shook it and it moved as one, but didn’t collapse.
“No. We’re in the clear.”
You could have almost dropped to the floor. “Oh, thank god.”
“I probably should have asked this earlier but are you planning on painting this room?”
You looked around. “Not yet. I haven’t decided on a colour. But it doesn’t look too bad as it is for now.”
“So…mattress?”
“Mattress.”
From the back of your truck, yourself and Tyler managed to get it inside with minimal damage and once it was finally on the bed, you both flopped down.
“Oh, thank god.”
“Do you think we can just fall asleep? Let the others do the rest?”
You turned your head and looked at him. “Considering Kate has kicked me out of my own office…maybe.”
“Guys!”
Both yourself and Tyler let out a small groan.
“Nevermind.”
“Guys!” Boone came running down the hall. “Oh. Uh.”
You and Tyler sat up. “Everything okay?”
He smiled, if a little sheepishly. “Everything’s peachy, man. But, uh, Kate asked me to make sure Y/n stayed away from her office.”
Tyler smiled. “Already on it, Boone.”
“Great.” He gave a thumbs up. “Well, Cathy has asked for your help. Actually, both of your help, so…” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder before leaving the room.
You and Tyler followed.
By the time the sun was setting, you were mostly moved in. Dani fixed the dodgy tap, and some of the electrics with Lily’s help. Boone had replaced some of the wooden slats and repainted them to match before fixing the shutters back onto the windows upstairs.
Everyone was thanked in drinks and pizza and you were finally allowed inside your office.
“Eyes closed.”
“Kate, you’re covering them.”
“Just keep ‘em closed anyway.”
She counted down before removing her hands and letting you open your eyes. What you were met with was a wall mural of Cathy’s farm land, barn, farmhouse and people included. You could have cried. You were crying.
“Oh, my god.”
“It needs a few touch ups but it mostly finished, but if you hate it-”
You shook your head that quickly you might have given yourself whiplash. “No, no, no. No, Dex, I love it. I really, really, love it. Thank you.”
“It was Kate’s idea.”
“Thank you both. I love it.”
As the night drew in, the others slowly headed back home leaving you on your own. Kate and Tyler had asked if you wanted them to stay, but you said no. You had to get used to living alone, and you had cameras.
So, waiting for you to lock the place up – both Kate and Tyler checking it after – they headed back home. However, one was quick to return in the morning.
Tyler knocked on the door but there was no answer. He knew you’d be awake since it was nearly ten in the morning. From working with Cathy, you were up each morning around five; six at the latest.
So he called out and felt a wave of relief wash over him when you answered.
“Round the back!”
Walking around, Tyler found you almost drowning in grass and wildflowers. Your legs were dusted with soil, your fingernails and hands were practically drowning in it.
“Want some help?”
“I’ve got an extra set of shears in my bag.” Tyler found it on the porch step before he joined you in the soil.
“I didn’t want to kill them all off, so I’m trying to keep the wildflowers that will survive a few days.”
“How was your first night?”
You smiled. “Fun. A little quieter than usual, but fun. I’ve, uh, managed to fix the old coffee machine and plug in my house phone.”
“Does anyone even use them anymore?”
You shook your head. “Probably not, but I like the idea of still owning one. Also means I can keep up the tradition of being offended if someone calls me after nine o’clock.”
Tyler laughed. “Well there’s always that. Thought about chickens yet?”
You laughed. “Not yet. I need to clear out some of this field first.”
Tyler looked around and shrugged. “I’ve got a free day, plus Dexter’s been telling me I need to get some more sun.”
“Hope you’re wearing protection.”
Tyler chuckled a little. “Dani threw a bottle of SPF at me this morning, so I think I’m covered.”
The conversation continued to flow until eventually it was cut off by a sharp cut across your finger.
“Oh, hey, okay. Come with me.”
Tyler helped you to your feet before helping you through your back door and towards your kitchen sink where turned on the cold tap.
“You got a first aid kit?”
“Uhh, yea. Yeah, in my bathroom. Under the sink.”
Tyler rushed off in search of the bathroom before rushing back a few minutes later with it in hand.
“Does it hurt?”
You shrugged. “A little. Stings mostly.”
In what felt like a minute, Tyler had examined your wound, mumbled words to himself and then started to bandage up your finger.
“How do you know what to do? Do you moonlight as an EMT or something?”
“Yes.”
Tyler reached over the counter and pulled some tape away from the spool with one hand. You could only watch on in shock. His intense focus, his ability to do it so quickly.
“Wait, what? Really?”
He looked at you and found himself smiling a little at your shock. “Yeah. I got my certification back in college. I worked on a couple of the rodeo circuits during the summer after I left bull riding.”
“Bull riding?! You were a bull rider? Wait-” You stopped yourself for a moment. “No, nevermind. I already knew that. Also, it doesn't surprise me…anymore.”
Tyler chuckled. “Why?”
“Thrill seeking? Adrenaline racing sport?”
“Well,” Tyler was finishing up on your cut. “You don’t face your fears, you ride ‘em.”
You watched him for a moment and found yourself admiring him. But then you snapped yourself back into reality. You’d gotten used to that snap-back over the last couple of weeks whilst being around Tyler.
It had started, to your knowledge, when you both spent a night in the barn just talking. He’d been filing the last of the collected data into his laptop and you couldn’t sleep, so you stayed up and just talked.
Considering you’d come from your shower and your hair was still damp, it wasn’t long before you got cold and being the gentleman he is, Tyler shrugged off his overshirt and gave it to you.
You leaned back and smiled. “God, you really do have the whole cowboy thing going for you. Rides bulls, wears the boots because he earned them, same with the hat and he even has his own cowboy wisdom.”
Tyler chuckled at that, but tried his slight embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
But you shook your head,“Don’t be embarrassed. That just makes you humble and extra sweet.” Then you gave him a genuine smile. “It’s a good look for you. It makes you, you. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.” You realised how that came out, and as much as you meant it, you didn’t want to send him running for the hills. “And neither would the others. You’re a good man, Tyler. Not too many would be brave enough to actually look at the blood pouring from my finger, nevermind know how to help.”
Tyler chuckled a little at that. He’d seen enough men faint outside an ambulance to know that much was true.
However, in the few moments that followed the laughter, something seemed to capture both yourself and Tyler in a hold. With the soft sunlight making its way higher into the sky, seeping in through the kitchen window, Tyler felt something wash over him and it was both more exciting and terrifying than anything he did day-to-day for his work.
“Is everything okay?”
He didn’t know why, and quite frankly, his future self would quite possibly punch him for asking, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth.
“Would you like to go on a date…with me?”
“What?”
“I-I’d usually have something better than this. Flowers, maybe a note or something and it wouldn’t be thrown on you like this but I-I just felt like asking, but if this is too weird feel free to say no. I-I know it’s a little weird but I-”
You stepped forward and he stopped talking the minute you placed a hand on his chest. “Tyler, slow down before you have a panic attack.”
What you said next could result in the same panic attack, so you had to be careful. Then an idea came to your head.
“There’s flowers outside.”
It took him a moment or two, so you nudged your head towards your window. “You say you’d usually have flowers, there’s some perfectly good ones outside.”
“But they’re from your garden.” Tyler whispered, but you just shrugged.
“You’ve helped pick some.”
With a small, understanding nod, Tyler slowly backed away and turned out of the door. When he returned he knocked on the backdoor and when you opened it, you were greeted with a slightly less soil stained Tyler, holding a bunch of wildflowers in his hand.
“Hi,” he smiled.
You smiled. “Hello.”
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Hangman’s Ghost
WC: 4.7k
TW: Trauma, injury, angst, cursing, mentions of blood, PTSD
Hangman x reader; Bob Floyd x sister!reader
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I drive along the coast with the windows down, taking in a deep breath of the ocean air. Camp Pendleton had technically been my home for the last 2 years, but back to back deployments had kept me far away from California.. and my brother. Bobby had been so excited when I got stationed near him. I haven’t seen him since he helped me move into my apartment 2 years ago. I call when I can. He’ll send an email here and there. I’ve never been to his house, but he sent me his address years ago. When I landed stateside, I decided it would be my first stop. There’s a few cars at his bungalow, so I park my truck in the street and walk up to the door. Music is blaring and realize he can’t hear the bell, so I walk in the front door. “Bobby?? Bobby?!” There’s a handful of people standing around drinking and Bob’s head pops out from the kitchen, “Y/n?” I run over and he wraps me in a hug, “You’re home? You’re home! I haven’t heard from you in months!” He pulls back and punches my arm. I nudge him, “Sorry, work stuff. Drove here straight from the airport.” Bob turns down the record player and motions to everyone in the living room, “Y/n this is the Daggers, Daggers this is Y/n.. my little sister.” There’s scattered “Hello”s. Bob grabs me a beer from the kitchen, “Where’d you fly in from?” “Germany.” He raises an eyebrow, “Thought you were in Africa.” I shrug, “Pit stop.” “A pit stop for somebody special?” I roll my eyes, “No Bobby, just work.” I take off my flannel and tie it around my waist, causing Bobby to gasp, “What have you done to your arms?!” “Bobby, they’re called tattoos. Calm down.” He rubs his forehead, “The whole being jacked thing, I get. The gym is your ‘You’ time.. but sleeves? Why didn’t you tell me?” I laugh, “Because I knew you would react like this. But look right here..” I point to the inside of my bicep. His eyes get watery, “Our hometown.” “Oh so you just memorize coordinates now?” He smiles, “Only those.” “Yeah, me too.” He hugs me, “I’ve missed you.” He rejoins the group in the living room and I follow. Everyone seems very nice. Natasha is chatty, Bradshaw is goofy, Payback and Fanboy are a bit more to themselves. I excuse myself and head to the restroom. I hear a commotion that sounds like someone else has arrived. When I walk out into the hallway, I see a tall man with blonde hair. He turns around and his green eyes pierce mine. My heart drops into my stomach. I feel the blood drain from my face. “Ghost?” He says, barely above a whisper. My eyes scan and see Bobby in the living room, paying no attention. I meet his green eyes again, pleading, “Not here. Not now. Please.” He nods and rejoins the group. I sit on the couch, fighting my brain as it takes me back to that day. I can smell the smoke. I can hear the explosions. Bobby sits beside me and throws an arm around my shoulders, “We are gonna walk down to the Hard Deck, wanna join?” “Sure, I slept most of the flight anyways.” He smiles and I follow the group down the street to a little beach bar.
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“Penny, this is my sister Y/n. She just got in from Germany!” Penny smiles, “Welcome home! What can I get ya?” “Beer please.” She pops off the top and hands me the bottle. I follow Bob to the pool tables and he chuckles, “So you’re a beer drinker now?” “Can’t be very picky in the desert.” He nods in agreement and picks up a pool cue. I sit back and sip my beer. Hangman keeps an eye on me all night. The beer is barely helping calm my nerves. Bobby and his friends seem to be pretty far gone at this point and the bar keeps getting more crowded. I tap Bob’s shoulder, “I’m gonna get some air.” He nods and continues playing darts. As soon as I open the back door, the smell of ocean hits me. I kick off my shoes and head down to the sand. The water is cold on my toes. The sound of waves takes me far away from my thoughts. “Ghost?” I turn and meet those green eyes. “Hangman.” His brow furrows, “Bob doesn’t know, does he?” I shake my head. He pauses for a minute and then rests his hand on my shoulder, “Are you okay?” I look at the stars, trying to stare at anything but him, “I’m fine.” I can hear the concern in his voice, “Ghost, c’mon.” Shrugging his hand off, I turn to him, “Don’t call me that here. I’m just Y/n here.” He nods, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes, “Okay Y/n, I’m Jake.” His hand extends and I take it. I am immediately taken back.
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FLASHBACK
*”Marine! Grab my hand! I’m gonna get you out of here.” My eyes are trying to focus but the chaos around me is making it impossible. I grab the hand in front of me, meeting a warm and steady force. I am pulled up, instantly feeling horrible pain in my leg. “Don’t look down, look at me. Look at me. What’s your callsign?” I blink the dust and debris from my eyes, and find the bright green eyes of my rescuer. My throat is sore but I croak out, “Ghost.” He smirks, “Howdy Ghost, the name’s Hangman. Let’s get you on the plane.” He throws my arm around his shoulders and takes the weight off of my leg completely. He is calm. Steady. I am holding onto his hand like my life depends on it, which right now it does. My vision keeps going in and out. He squeezes my hand three times, sending a wave of comfort over me. A distant explosion brings me back to reality. “Did they get out? On the bird? Did it work?” Hangman nods, “They’re back at base.” He lifts me into the plane, strapping me in. I’m still going in and out, watching him start up the engine and take off.*
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“Y/n, you okay?” I open my eyes and I am sitting in the sand, Jake’s jacket around my shoulders. You can see the worry in his eyes. I take a breath, “Sorry, yeah. Yeah I’m good.” “You know it is fine if you aren’t. Did you see it again?” I nod, “Yeah. It’s your damn eyes.” He smirks, “I would change them for ya if I could.” I smile and wipe the tear that was forming in the corner of my eye, “Bobby didn’t tell me his squad deployed to Africa.” “We didn’t.. I volunteered. Bob didn’t tell me his sister’s a Raider.” I slide his jacket off and hand it back to him, “We don’t really talk about it. Usually just tell him where I’m going. Can’t really tell him what I’m doing.” He sets his jacket beside him, “How’s your leg?” “You already know the answer to that.” Jake nervously chuckles, “And what do you mean by that?” “When I woke up, the nurse asked me who the hottie was that camped out in the hallway. She also said you stayed by my bed for a while after I got out of surgery.” I scan his face and notice a slight blush coloring his cheeks. He clears his throat, “You didn’t have any family listed. I didn’t want you to be alone.” The sincerity of his tone surprises me. How could a complete stranger care so much for me? I gently place my hand on top of his, staring straight ahead at the ocean, “Thank you. For everything.” His hand turns to grab mine, then he squeezes it three times. I pull away quickly and look at him, “You’ve done that before. What is that?” He takes my hand again, “My Mom always did that growing up. Anytime she could tell I was nervous, she’d grab my hand and squeeze it three times. Like a.. I’m right here.” He squeezes my hand three times again, searching my face for a response. A tear spills over and falls down my cheek. He wipes it, his hand lingering for a second. I take a breath, “I tore all 4 ligaments in my knee. Most of the cuts were superficial.. some needed a few stitches. I stayed in Germany for a bit to start rehab there. They say the artificial ligaments are practically indestructible.” “Do you get to go back to your unit?” I smile, “They told me take as much time as I need and my spot is there when I’m ready.” Happiness lights up his face and he throws his arms around me, squeezing tight, “I’m so proud of you!” Part of me is taken aback by his words and his hug. Part of me is overcome with the same feeling of warmth from the day that we met. When he pulls away, heat rises to his cheeks yet again, “I’m sorry. It’s just the last time I saw you.. I didn’t know what would happen.” “Don’t apologize.” I grab his hand, squeezing it three times. His grin speeds across his entire face.
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It’s been a few weeks since the night Jake followed me down to the water. Before I drove home, he gave me his number. “In case you need anything.” Every moment of that night replays in my mind.. constantly. Work has been slow. I go in, do physical therapy, and then do paperwork. Bobby has visited a couple times. Each time I want to tell him about that mission, but I can never get it out. It haunts my dreams. The most random noise takes me back. I don’t know how to tell him. He invited me out tonight, but my knee is aching from rehab today. I told him I was tired and he didn’t press me any further. The sun sets and I light a few candles. I settle in on my couch with a book, turning off my brain and escaping into another reality.
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I sit up in a cold sweat. My heart is racing and it is hard to breathe. Before I realize what I am doing, my phone is ringing and a voice immediately answers, “Y/n?” Jake is met with silence. “Are you okay?” I try to find the words, but I can’t. My breathing is shallow and quick. I hear keys jingling and his voice lowers, “Send me your location.” His phone dings, “On my way.” “Thank you.” Comes out, barely above a whisper.
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Jake throws his arms around me as soon as the door opens. After a minute he hooks his finger under my chin, pulling my face up towards him. “What happened?” I sniffle, “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have called.. it’s so late and you were probably busy..” His palm moves to my cheek, his thumb caressing me gently, “Don’t ever apologize. Tell me what happened.” “My dream just felt so real. When I woke up, it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t even realize I was calling you until you answered. I’m sorry.” His thumb wipes a tear falling down my cheek, “I dream about it too.” I look up at him, “Really?” He nods, “I don’t usually fly those planes. Base got a call and I was the only reserve pilot. It was hot going in.. then I found you. Disoriented. Bloodied. Yet all you wanted to know was if your team was safe. I don’t know what happened before I got there, but that doesn’t stop the nightmares.” I stare at him, taking in what he said. He was scared.. for me. He dreams of me. He just drove here, no questions asked, for me. I clear my throat, “Do you want a drink?” He smiles, “Sure, unless you want me out of your hair.” “Jake, you drove all the way here to check on me. I’m not going to just kick you out.” He follows me to the kitchen and I hand him a beer. We settle in the living room and he looks around, “I think your place is more empty than mine.” I chuckle, “Hey, getting furniture was a big step for me.” “How long were you deployed?” “That one was back to back, so 20 months.” He almost chokes on his beer, “20 months?!” “Yeah. When we weren’t working we were at the gym or getting tattoos. Not much to do out there.” “Bob mentioned the tattoos. Looked like he was going to faint.” I laugh, “And now I’ll need to cover up my leg too. Sure he will love that.” Jake looks at my legs, only to see sweatpants, “You want to cover your leg?” I sigh, “Believe me, it doesn’t look pretty.” “I don’t believe you.” A blush rises to my cheeks as I roll my eyes, “Yeah everyone thought Frankenstein was pretty, right?” “Y/n, c’mon. You don’t look like Frankenstein.” I stand up and he grabs my hand, “Wait, I didn’t mean to upset you.” I shake my head, “Stay here. I’m going to show you so you understand.” When I get to my room, I throw on a pair of pj shorts. I look in the mirror and wonder why I am showing him this part of me. This part I try to keep hidden. This part I can’t even tell Bobby.
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When I walk out, Jake is still sitting on the couch. I stand in front of him, “See? Not pretty.” He stares at my leg, placing his hand gently on my lower thigh. His brow furrows as he traces my scars lightly with his thumb. I realize that I am shaking. It could be from his touch, or how vulnerable I feel in this moment. Or both. His green eyes meet mine, “You were right. It’s not pretty, it’s beautiful.” I try to hide my blush, “You think so?” He nods, “Yes ma’am. You lived. Each one of these is proof of how resilient you are.” My eyes water, “Can I tell you something?” “Anything.” “When you’re around, this wave of comfort just washes over me.” He grabs my hand a squeezes it three times, “Me too, Y/n. Me too.” I sit down beside him and rest my head on him, “Is this okay?” He wraps his arm around me, “It’s perfect.”
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The sun shining through the living room window wakes me up. Jake feels me stirring and yawns, “What time is it?” I check my watch, “06:00.” He chuckles, “I think we got a little too comfortable on the couch.” I sit up quickly and brush my hair out of my face, “Usually takes me a lot longer to sleep with a guy.” His eyes widen and he lets out a laugh that is deep and full of life, “Well then, I feel special.” Heat rises to my cheeks and my phone rings. I take the call in the kitchen, sighing as I hang up. “I’m sorry Jake, I have to go in for rehab in an hour. The therapist is out of town this week and I can’t get behind on sessions.” He grins, “Don’t apologize. Call me if you need anything?” I shrug, “I don’t know, what’s the protocol for how long to wait to call after sleeping with someone.” Jake laughs so hard his eyes water, “I don’t even know. How do you think I got my callsign?” I act shocked, “Well, you better not Hangman me. Once my leg is better, I could totally take you in a fight.” He hugs me goodbye and I watch him walk to his truck. There was something about the sleepiness in his eyes. The messiness of his bedhead. Somehow, it made him even more attractive. I hop in the shower, wondering what he is thinking about as he drives home.
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Two weeks pass without speaking to Jake. Work got busy and Bobby called to say he got sent to a training for a couple of months out of state. I wonder if he feels weird about the night on the couch. The only thing that is weird to me about it, is how natural it felt. As if it were just a normal thing for us to do. It’s Friday night, and some guys from my team want to go out. I suggest the beach bar I went to with Bobby and the squad. Partially because I loved the stretch of beach it is on, but mainly because I hope Jake will be there. I wonder if I should text him, but I don’t know if that will sound desperate. I don’t even know if he is thinking about me how I am thinking about him. Nonstop. Honestly, in an all consuming manner. I find myself being picky with my outfit, even doing my hair and some makeup. I know the guys will make fun of me, but what if I see Jake? I hop in my RAM and head to the bar.
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As soon as I swing open the doors, the guys yell, “Ghost! Over here!” I smile and walk towards the dartboards, “Playboy, Hellfire, Backstreet, and Cullen.. where’s Ice?” Playboy hands me a beer and rolls his eyes, “With his lady.” I raise my eyebrows, “Same one from before or..?” He laughs, “Of course not.” We play a few rounds and I keep scanning the bar for Jake. Cullen nudges me, “Who are you looking for?” “No one.” He rolls his eyes, “Come on, share with the class.” I shrug, “Just a friend. That’s all.” As if on cue, Jake and the Daggers walk through the doors. I blush and look away, throwing a dart. After a few minutes I hear that southern drawl, “Y/n! What brings you here?” I turn and meet Jake with a hug, “Hey! Team wanted to go out and this is the only place I know so far.” He smiles, “Well it’s a good one.” Cullen clears his throat and I hit his chest, “So Jake, this is the Team. Cullen, Hellfire, Playboy, and Backstreet. Missing one, he prefers to go out with his lady of the week.” The guys laugh and Jake smiles, “Nice to officially meet y’all, I’m Jake.” Hellfire points, “Wait a second.. you’re Hangman! You flew Ghost back from the mission.” Jake nods, “Yes sir, that was me.” Hellfire wraps him in a hug, and the rest of the men follow suit. Jake looks confused, but Playboy breaks the silence, “Thank you. I don’t know what we would’ve done if she didn’t make..” Jake pats his shoulder, “No need to thank me. She’s a fighter, that’s for sure.” I clear my throat, “Does anyone else need a drink? I need a drink.” The guys shake their heads but Jake nods, “It’s on me, darling.” The pet name sends heat through me. He puts his arm over my shoulder as he guides me to the bar. Penny greets us with a big smile, “Look who it is! What can I get you two?” Jake orders our beers and as we wait he leans down to my ear, “I forgot that your team is all handsome, tall, jacked, and tatted dudes. I met them for a second before we switched planes off at base.” I laugh, “Well, they can’t all be beautiful, short, jacked, tatted women. It just wouldn’t be fair.” He chuckles and I tiptoe up to his ear, “You don’t have to worry. Tatted dudes aren’t my type.” He raises an eyebrow, “What is your type?” I tap my finger on my chin, pretending to think, “Handsome, tall, jacked, tan, good smile. What about you?”He smirks and grabs our beers, “You know, funny you should ask. Recently I found out something about myself, I think tattoos are very attractive on a lady.” I playfully nod, “Hmmm yes very interesting take.” We head back to the dartboards, laughing our asses off.
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The Daggers invite us to play pool, so we grab our drinks and join them. As the night goes on, Jake gets more and more affectionate with me. Subtle touches to my lower back, tucking my hair behind my ear. Each touch comforts me. Each touch excites me. My team has been watching him closely all night. Jake goes to grab another drink and Backstreet sits beside me, “Okay, so that isn’t just a friend.” “Oh shut up, yes he is.” “Ghost, do you see any of us touching you like that? Hell, do any of us even look at you like that?” I think for a second a shrug, “We’re just close, okay? He is one of the only people who understands what happened to me.” Backstreet nods, “I’m not trying to discredit that at all. I’m just saying that it seems like more than just someone who understands what happened that day.” Cullen calls him back over to take his shot and Jake hands me another beer, “Here ya go, darling.” “Thank you. Seems like everyone is becoming friends, huh?” He looks around, “Yeah. Look at that.” His green eyes meet mine and I smile, “You know, you didn’t have to buy my drinks all night.” His hand settles on my thigh, “I can’t let a pretty lady pay for her own drinks. Wasn’t raised that way.” I shake my head, “You are something else, Jake.” I excuse myself and wander over to the bathroom. As I head back to the group, I see my team talking to Jake. When they notice me, they separate and continue playing pool. I stand beside Jake and nudge his arm, “What was that about?” “Nothing.” “Oh c’mon.” He chuckles, “Just that they’ll kill me if I hurt you.” I sigh, “I am sorry. I’ll yell at them. They’re such idiots.” He shrugs, “It’s okay. I’m not planning on hurting you.” Silence surrounds us, the weight of whatever we are hanging in the air. Cullen comes up and hugs me, “We are gonna head out. Need a ride?” I shake my head, “Y’all be safe tomorrow, okay?” They all nod. I watch them walk out, knowing they’re flying to another country tomorrow for a mission. Without me. After taking a breath, I check my watch, “I should get going. Did you drive?” Jake points to Bob and laughs, “He’s the driver tonight.” “Do you want me to drive you instead?” He smirks, “Let’s go.” We get in my truck and I hand him my phone, “Here, type in your address.” He does and hands it back, “You gonna walk me to the door too?” I chuckle, “Maybe. Only if you play your cards right.” We pull into his driveway and he turns to me, “Want to come in?” I nod and follow him inside.
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The house is slightly more decorated than mine. I sit on the couch and Jake comes out of the kitchen with 2 beers, “I like your team a lot.” I smile, “Yeah, they’re pretty great. They were keeping an eye on you.” He laughs and sets his free hand on my thigh, “I saw.” A burst of energy flows through where he touched me. His eyes scan my face, smirking at the reaction to his touch. I know I need to talk to him about this, but I don’t know how. I was never girl that boys liked. When I wasn’t reading, I was playing whatever sport was happening that season. Jake clears his throat, “What kind of movies do you like?” I think for a second, “Thrillers.” He pulls one up, “This just came out, wanna watch it?” “Sure! I heard it’s good.” For the first few minutes, I sit rather awkwardly. Jake grabs us a couple more beers, but when he sits back down he inches closer. He hands me a blanket, “Here. Get cozy.” I take it, smiling, and lean my head on his shoulder. I can smell his cologne, it has notes of bergamot and cedar. My breaths are deep, trying to take in every bit of his scent that I could. His right hand slides under the blanket, resting on my lower back. These moments feel so exciting, but so natural. As if it has always been this way. The movie is great, and Jake laughs when it makes me jump. His thumb is tracing circles on my back. A scene freaks me out, so I bury my face into his neck. He chuckles, “Darling, after all of the things you’ve seen I can’t believe this is scaring you.” I huff, “When I am in civilians, I am just a girl.” We both laugh and he pulls me in closer, “I didn’t know that was the way that worked.” I nod, “Oh yeah. I can’t kill spiders. If I hear a noise at night, I will freak out. Oh and I am terrified of snakes.” He looks down at me, smiling that million dollar smile. “What?” “You’re adorable.” A blush creeps up my cheeks and I shake my head, “Not usually a word people use to describe me.” His eyes flicker between my eyes and my lips. The green of his eyes grows darker as he slowly moves closer. We are a breath away from each other, frozen in a moment of uncertainty. He raises his hand to cup my cheek, “Is this okay?” I nod, leaning in to his calloused hand. Our lips brush each other and he whispers, “And this?” Words are nowhere to be found. I whimper and his eyes grow so dark, you can barely see the green. Jake’s lips crash into mine. His lips are soft. All I can hear is my heart pounding. One hand is exploring my back, while the other tangles itself in my hair. It feels like our bodies are melting together. His tongue explores my mouth, all the tension that has built up between us spilling over. We finally break apart, catching a breath, staring at each other. A smile spreads across Jake’s face as he pulls my head into his chest. I listen to his heart, beating fast and loud. “Y/n?” My eyes meet his, “Yeah?” “I think I’m in love you.”
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He scans my face for a reaction. I blush, “I think I’m in love with you, too.” His hands find to my hips, moving me to straddle his lap. I run my hands through his hair, admiring his bone structure. He looks like he was sculpted and should be displayed in a museum. I notice a glassiness in his eyes, “What’s wrong?” He sighs, “When I found you.. I didn’t know if you were going to make it. I was staring at this beautiful woman, wondering how I couldn’t have found you before. When I left the hospital, I didn’t think I’d see you again. You haunted all of my dreams.” A tear falls down my cheek, “After the crash, your eyes were the first thing I could see.” He wipes a tear that fell, then his lips meet mine. This time it is gentle. Comforting. Filled with warmth. The movie ends and I check my watch. 02:00. Jake groans, “No don’t look at that. Then you’ll want to leave.” I giggle, “I don’t want to go home, but it’s 02:00.” He pulls me in, “Please stay.” “Okay, but you need to give me clothes because I can’t be in jeans for another minute. We laugh as I follow him to his room. He pulls out a Navy t shirt and hands it to me. I gasp, “You’re evil.” Jake smirks as he turns around, “Oh stop fussing.” I put it on begrudgingly. He turns around, “I don’t think you’ve ever looked better, darling.” “Soak it in. Next time I’m bringing my own pjs.” He raises an eyebrow, “So there will be a next time?” I roll my eyes and climb into the bed, “Oh hush, get over here and cuddle me.” “Yes ma’am.” He pulls me into his chest and I fall asleep listening to his heartbeat.
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Gwen's Lyrics: Late To Bloom & Sooner
A few weeks ago, Gwen's unreleased song "Sooner" was posted on YouTube for the first time. The song, written by Gwen, Shane McAnally, Busbee, and Amy Wadge, was added to BMI in 2019 and seemingly came out of sessions Gwen had with those writers in the spring of 2019. (Another song written during this time called "You Kissed Me Back To Life" was spotted on BMI the same day as "Sooner." We still have not heard that one.)
Fans at the time immediately guessed what "Sooner" might be about - Gwen's wish that she had met Blake earlier in life. Gwen posted what would turn out to be a line from the chorus under a throwback photo of Blake in September 2019:
This was about a month after the song title was discovered on BMI by fans, but time passed and nothing ever came of it.
As we know, Gwen eventually released a new studio album, "Bouquet," which did not include "Sooner" but included another song with an extremely similar theme - "Late To Bloom."
Here are the lyrics to "Sooner" and "Late To Bloom" side by side:
When comparing the songs, the thing that sticks out to me is that "Sooner" seems a little more personal and raw. It has a sad tune, includes striking references to Blake's previous marriage and his late father, and is more reflecting on the time that was lost. It's interesting her honesty about wishing he wouldn't have loved anyone else before her.
If she'd released this song, the line about "all the years you had to fake it" would have definitely gotten people talking. My opinion of this line is that it means that Blake and Miranda, same as Gwen and Gavin, had a lot of ups and downs, but as a public couple they always had to put on the best face for people and not let anyone see the cracks that were there. They had to pretend things were great even when they weren't (which is why their divorce came as quite a shock to the public).
"She didn't even know she wasted you" seems like a sister line to "And only a stupid girl would let you go" in "Rare" — Gwen likely believes Miranda took him for granted and didn't appreciate him the way that she does. But she is envious of the time that Miranda got with him before they met, time that she believes was wasted with the wrong people who just hurt them.
In contrast, "Late To Bloom" has a peppy tune and is more optimistic. It has more generalized lyrics that don't reference anything too deep, but still has a personal touch, talking about them riding in Blake's truck and picking flowers. The lyrics show that she is enjoying the present and looking toward the future, rather than dwelling on the past with so much melancholy.
It's possible the difference in tone between the two songs is due to the fact that "Sooner" was written when Gwen and Blake had only been dating a little over 3 years (and thus were only 3.5 years past their divorces), while "Late To Bloom" was written when they'd been together more than 7 years and were now married. It could be that the more time Gwen has gotten with Blake, the less it stings that they met so late because they have continually filled their years together with valuable shared experiences.
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Shane McAnally would say that working with Gwen during those spring 2019 sessions (which included writing "Sooner") and hearing about her relationship with Blake helped inspire him while writing "Nobody But You."
“I had worked with Gwen Stefani, just a few days before I went in to write this song,” McAnally said. “When I heard the melody, it made me think of Blake, and it sounded like a love song. I just said, ‘We should kind of write this with them in mind.’”
“One of the main things we talked about was her and Blake, and she just was telling me how happy they were and how glad they were they found each other at this part of their life and they're just truly in love,” he says.
I notice in the lyrics of "Nobody But You," there is again the similar theme to "Sooner" about wasted time:
"All the wasted days, all the wasted nights/I blame it all on being young/Got no regrets, 'cause they got me here/But I don't wanna waste another one"
The longing to have found each other earlier is also expressed in Blake's 2021 wedding song, "We Can Reach the Stars," in the line - "We always said we wished we'd met long before we finally did."
Gwen again touches on this theme in a line of "Empty Vase" - "Why, why did it take so much time? You've always been the one I've been trying to find"
It's obvious that this thought has loomed large in Gwen's head over the years, how different things might be if she had been able to meet Blake earlier in life.
I wish she had released "Sooner" because it is a very honest and touching song, but listening to it actually made me feel a little depressed, too. It's just rather sad! I'm grateful there is a more cheerful and hopeful iteration in "Late To Bloom," showing a sunnier view of the theme of meeting your great love later in life.
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-License, registration, and phone number?-
Timeskip!Daichi x Reader
Warnings: None! All fluff!!
It was late and you had just finished work. You were eager to get home and with an empty road you were speeding just a little bit... I mean...it couldn't hurt could it? No one would even know?
It went like that for a few minutes until you noticed lights behind you, only to look in the mirror and indeed see a cop car. Shit. You pull over.
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Rolling down the window, you place your hands on the steering wheel, before leaning back in your seat with a sigh. Of course, the one time you speed you pass by a cop. Typical.
"Do you know why I stopped you today, ma'am?" He asked. You already knew he would though, standard procedure after all.
"Yes Officer...I'll grab my license, registration and proof of insurance." You honestly just wanted to get this over with, there was no use in trying to get out of it. As you look for the items you hear a slight chuckle. "Mmm... Thats fine too, but I'll do fine with just your phone number..."
You stopped your rummaging to register what he said before you whipped your head around. "Officer, I don't think that's appropri- Daichi?" You finally got a good look of his face, the shame you felt replaced with relief.
"Sorry sorry, I recognized your license plate from way back then and I didn't know what else to do." The smile on his face was genuine, yet still a bit shy. It sent you back to your highschool days.
You finally got to take a good look at him. His face had matured, still the same old Daichi that you knew, but older. You're face flushed a bit as your eyes moved down. He had bulked up quite a bit, somehow he'd become even hotter then he used to be. And then you remembered what he had asked you not too long ago.
"Wait a moment, you wanted my number?". He rubbed the back of his neck, the dark of the night helping to conceal the pink coating his cheek. "Yeah... To be honest I wanted to ask you back then too, but I was just too scared to actually do it. I mean- if it's alright with you ofc. Consider Officer Daichi off duty...right now I'm just...Daichi..."
Definitely the same Daichi you knew back then... A soft smile rested on your face. The tiny crush you had on him seemingly reigniting as if no time had gone passed. "Here, give me your phone." You said, holding your hand out.
Despite him being the one to ask you in the first place, his mouth hung open in an 'O' shape, before he quickly unlocked his phone placing it in your hands. You punched your phone number in before calling it and handing the phone back to him, then pulling out yours which was now ringing. Answering the phone you held it up to your ear before looking back at him. "Hey there!"
His face burned up before he replied back with a quiet "Hi..." Before you hung up. He cleared his throat looking away before looking back at you again. "Thank you... Umm I'll call you tonight?"
You nod. "Please do!". He smiled at your eagerness, and the both of you wrapped things up. When you got home, you laid in bed with your phone in hand, excitedly waiting. Some time had passed before...
*ring ring ring*
*click*
"Hey Y/N..."
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Hello my lovelies!! New fic for you all <3
I've had this idea sitting around for sooooooo long you have no idea ♪~(´ε` )
I hope the writer's block keeps staying on hiatus, cuz writing is soooo fun and I have so many ideas.
I'm thinking of either writing jjk or genshin next, idk tho, I'm open to suggestions !
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