#an introduction/acceptance this first meeting... if he had left and then come back and met the dad a few more times...

[vickyvicarious]

"I entered; 'Pardon this intrusion,' said I, 'I am a traveller in want of a little rest; you would greatly oblige me, if you would allow me to remain a few minutes before the fire.'

I'm still thinking about this. Creature's first words being 'pardon my intrusion' is so - almost painfully on the nose. Not only does it speak to his status as an Other from all human society, but the polite sophistication of the greeting demonstrates his desire to mimic and join it as much as possible. His first words are an apology, seemingly anything but confident - and yet he says them as he is entering or possibly already inside the room. He will try to take what he wants, and as time goes by his actions increasingly contrast the nobler sentiments he espouses (at least in regards to Victor/those around him).

[anikaluv]

I'LL ACCEPT YOU —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw:  suggestive, nudes, Mrs. Morales a lil mean to reader at first (motherly instinct at its finest)

❤︎︎ summary: You were at the dinner table, meeting Miles' mom for the first time, when he excused himself to use the bathroom. As you sat there you noticed a polaroid picture of your breasts on the phone case that Miles had left behind. Now, you had to figure out how to explain this unexpected and embarrassing situation to his mother.

❤︎︎ w/c: 2.1k

❤︎︎ a/n: Everyone describes about how you and Rio would be best friends, but ion know, I feel like she’ll be a little skeptical about you like she was with Gwen in the movie. It's her little boy we’re talking about here. <3

Today was the day you finally met Miles' mother, the most important person in his life.

You wished you could have met her sooner, but her demanding schedule at the hospital made it impossible until now, after seven months of dating Miles. You had plenty of time to think about what to say and do, but it didn't stop the nerves from fluttering in your stomach.

"Baby, you'll be fine," Miles reassured you, rubbing your back affectionately. He knew how much meeting his mother weighed on your mind, but he had no doubt that the two of you would get along. As he rang the doorbell, he placed his hand on your waist. "She'll love you, promise."

Though you nodded in response to his kind words, your mind still raced with anxiety. You understood the importance of this dinner and were determined not to mess things up. Your hands started to rub against your jeans, becoming sweaty from the nervousness.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing Mrs. Morales herself, wearing a kitchen apron around her waist. She immediately looked towards Miles, speaking as if you weren't there. "Miles! What's taken you so long to come home? You know you can't-" It was then she finally realized your presence.

She paused mid-sentence, turning her attention to you, giving you a quick up-and-down glance that made you feel insecure about your outfit choice. You knew you should’ve went with the sweater instead of this stupid T-Shirt. "Oh? Hello there, who are you?" she inquired.

Feeling put on the spot, you started to mumble a small introduction, but she asked you to repeat yourself. Before you could gather your thoughts, Miles came to your rescue. "Mamá, este es mi pareja, [your name]” (Mom, this is my lover, [your name] ). Even after Miles introduced you, you could sense that Rio was still on guard, her protective instincts clearly showing proudly.

You held up the little vase of flowers you had bought as a gift for her, feeling a bit on edge as you offered it to her. She took it with a skeptical look in her eyes. " [Your name], it's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Morales," you greeted her politely, extending your hand for a handshake. However, she merely stared at your hand and didn't reciprocate the gesture. Instead, she spoke with a hint of disdain, "Charmed to meet you," leaving you feeling a little embarrassed as you withdrew your hand.

Miles chuckled uncomfortably at the situation and attempted to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Mama! I can smell something from the kitchen all the way from here! Is dinner ready?”, he said, acknowledging the delicious aroma of the food. Like a switch, Rio turned to her son with a warm smile.

“Yes, mi chulo (cutie). I’m almost finished, come eat.” She started to turn around and walk back inside, but then paused and turned her head, giving you a cold stare that seemed to pierce through your soul. “Ah, and you too, I suppose.” You felt a pang of disappointment as you looked at Miles, realizing that things were going downhill so quickly.

He met your gaze with hopeful eyes and spoke to you, "She just needs to get to know you, that's all." It was meant to reassure you, and while you appreciated his support, you couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling in your heart. You sighed deeply.

This was going to be a very long night.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, you’ve been eating for 30 minutes and it was just, awkward.

You could sense Mrs. Morales' disapproval lingering. Miles did his best to ease the atmosphere, cracking jokes and attempting to bridge the gap between you and his mother. However, it seemed that no matter what he did, Mrs. Morales remained distant.

You tried to engage in small talk and show genuine interest in her life, but your efforts seemed futile. Mrs. Morales gave brief responses and didn't seem interested in getting to know you at all. You felt like you were walking on eggshells, afraid to say or do anything that might upset her.

Miles held your hand tightly the whole time, providing you with a comforting anchor as you navigated the tense conversation. Rubbing small circles into your hand as you clenched his tightly every time you were being shot down in discussion . Miles was your rock, he supported you and helped you through everything. You were so grateful that he was always there-

“Hey, ill be right back, I have to use the bathroom.”

What the hell?

Mrs. Morales lifted her head from her food and nodded at him, “Okay, honey.”, however, you weren’t so ecstatic at the idea of Miles leaving you alone with his mother.

"Miles, what on earth are you thinking?" you whisper-shouted to him, panic evident in your voice. He chuckled at your anxious tone. "You'll be fine, trust me, mami. Here, I'll leave my phone here so you know I won't take long." Miles placed his phone on the table, but you couldn't spare it a glance, too busy giving him a look filled with betrayal. "I'll be right back," he reassured, leaving a tender kiss on your temple before standing up and excusing himself one last time.

“Well this is just great”, you thought. Your plate was finished 15 minutes ago, so you’ve just been with talking to Miles and trying to include Rio in you two's conversations, but now that he’s not here, you’ve settled at twirling your food on your fork.

Suddenly, Mrs. Morales cleared her throat loudly, catching your attention. Your neck snapped up weakly to meet her gaze. She crossed her arms, her posture becoming more assertive. "So, what exactly are your intentions with my son?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow in a challenging manner. Your posture straightened, and you swallowed nervously, your mind going blank. Desperately searching for something to focus on other than Rio's piercing gaze, your eyes landed on Miles' phone case.

That's when you noticed it.

Sat inside Miles clear phone case was a polaroid of your breasts. You gasped seeing the picture, trying to figure out when Miles even did this. It showed them cupped by Miles hand, nipples erect and outward, with bruises left by him all over your skin. You body instantly flushed, how long has Miles phone been sitting on the table? Has Rio seen it?

"Hey, what's that?" Rio asked, her voice pulling you back to the present moment. You realized you had completely forgotten about the current situation, causing you to hastily flip the phone to the other side and let out a nervous "Nothing!" You hoped to divert her attention, but Rio remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on your phone.

"Is that a picture of you on the back of Miles' phone case? That's… cute. Let me see," she said, her curiosity getting the better of her. Your heart skipped a beat, panic setting in.

You knew you couldn't let her see that polaroid. "No! You can't! It's really… embarrassing," you mumbled, your hand instinctively scratching the back of your neck as you tried to sound as convincing as possible.

In response, you could see Rio's eyebrows raise, her interest piqued even more. You knew things were getting out of hand but before you can attempt to change the subject, Rio stops you.

“Wait, is that what I think it is?”

Your heart rate spiked; did she figure it out? You were certain she'd be furious. The mere thought of not being with Miles was unbearable. These rapid thoughts flooded your mind, each one appearing before the last could finish. Before you could answer, you heard Rio burst into laughter.

"Dios mio (Oh my god)…that's hilarious!" The cold demeanor she once had towards you melted away as quickly as it came. You joined in her laughter, relieved that she didn't seem mad about the situation. The bonding moment between the two of you felt genuine and comforting. You had expected her to be more strict, but her laughter was a welcome surprise.

As the tension subsided, Rio looked into your eyes with warmth, a smile lighting up her face. "Jeff used to do that too, take embarrassing pictures of me hang them up in his room. I can see why you're embarrassed. You probably made a really silly face, huh?" You nodded along with her until she reached the last sentence. She thought the picture on the phone case was of you making a silly face?

You laughed awkwardly, shifting in your chair as you tried to play it off. “Yeah! I was making a really foolish face in there, haha.” Your hands waved around dramatically trying the explain the picture to her, anything you made up immediately coming out of your lips. She chuckled at your dramatic performance.

She shook her head taking a sip of the tea she made, “That boy and his tricks, he reminds me more of Jeff everyday…”. Her face slowly turned toward a framed picture of the three of them. Jeff having Miles in a headlock rubbing his head while they’re both laughing, Rio smiling as she took the picture.

The memory depicted a happy and complete family, and you could see the love in Rio's eyes as she looked at the photo. She turned back to you, her tone delicate, filled with the fear of losing her son again. "My son can't lose another person," she whispered.

Rio placed her hand on the table, leaning forward to speak directly to you. "Just promise me you'll always be there for my boy, and I'll accept you," she said, her words sincere and heartfelt. You placed your hand gently on top of hers and replied, "I intend to be there for him until his last day, Ms. Morales." The seriousness in your voice conveyed your commitment.

Rio hummed, processing your response, and then smiled, sitting back into her chair content with your answer. Maybe you were the one who could make this broken family complete again, she thought.

As Miles walked back into the room after using the bathroom, he immediately sensed the warm and playful atmosphere between you and his mother. He sat back in his chair, casually draping his arm around your neck, joining the conversation. "What did I miss out on?" he asked with a playful tone. Both you and Rio exchanged knowing smirks, teasing him with a simple "nothing," which only made Miles grin even wider.

As you answered Rio's questions about you and Miles relationship, Miles let you and her bond and decided to bring his phone out on the table and scroll through social media, accidentally leaving the back in Rio's line of vision. Suddenly, you heard Rio gasp loudly and choke on her tea, causing you to exchange concerned glances with Miles. Worried about what had happened, both of you turned your attention to where she was looking; realizing what had caused her reaction, you both fell silent.

Rio now had a lot of more questions than before.

EXTRA: You screamed at Miles as soon as you left the Morales home, play hitting him as he chuckled at your rage.

You screamed at Miles to keep going as you clenched the sheets as he layed kisses and bites all over your chest. Every bite harder than the last then met with kisses and whispers of sweet nothings that had you on the edge of losing your mind.

“Miles, how could you do that! You made me so scared!”, you complained. Holding his hand as he walked you home. Pouting as he laughed at you not taking you seriously.

“Miles, how are you doing that? You’re making me feel so good!”, you babbled, mumbling little praises to Miles as he marked you, pinching your nipples as you wiggled in his grasp with your wrists held above your head.

You couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore as he tickled you. “C’mon, ma. Don’t make that face at me. I’m sorry, really.” He bent down and kissed your cheek as you crossed your arms at him.

You couldn’t hold in your moans anymore as he made you his. You were almost there but you felt Miles shift and get up and come back with a object in his hands as you continued to squirm.

“You just looked so pretty mami, I had to memorize it.” Miles flashes his signature grin at you. You couldn't stay mad at him, he was too handsome, you'll just have to get back at home some other way.

“You just look so pretty mami, I have to memorize it.” The camera flashes, capturing your beauty perfectly as Miles grins, carefully placing the polaroid on his desk, for safekeeping, at least for now.

ENDING A/N: I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE RIO THAT MEAN LMAOOO, but I feel like its also a lil cannon yk? After losing the love of her life, Miles is the only one she has left so yeah, she’s gonna be protective as hell over him. 

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Azriel x Reader

my tears ricochet (part 2)

Story Summary: You met Azriel nearly six years ago. Your mate. The one person you want to spend the rest of your life with. While the bond has not been fully accepted due to safety concerns, the two of you live a blissful life, regardless of the anxieties that plague you. But, what if they turned out to be true...?

Warnings: Suicide, angst, infidelity, anxiety/self worth issues, references to sex (nothing explicit)

Words: ~5.7k

Author's Note: dun dun. It has arrived! Please make sure to read the warnings, and skip this one if it'll trigger you too much. I am very happy with how it turned out, I hope you all enjoy as well. *slides tissues over to you* Here are some in case you need them...

18+ only pls

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You were walking home from the Palace of Bone and Salt, grocery bags loaded in your arms, when you saw him- your mate. The bond snapped for you the moment you looked up from the cobblestones and met his gaze, his hazel eyes so intense, you knew it had snapped for him too.

Almost in a trance, the two of you walked towards each other meeting in the middle of the street, his night chilled mist and cedar scent washing over you.

An awkward pause, then with his massive, hulking wings, he lifted into the air, taking off in flight.

Away from you…

Your mate didn’t want you. You could feel the thread, tethering you to him even when you could no longer see him in the sky. Tears filled your eyes, and you began to speed walk home, wanting nothing more than to crawl into your bed and wallow in your misery.

And you did just that for three days, only leaving once to inform the owner of the shop you work at that you would not be in for the rest of the week.

Which had given you three days to ruminate, seeing as it had been Wednesday when the male had left your life as quickly as he had entered it.

You had gone over every possible reason as to why he might not want you.

First was the obvious, your appearance. While you had dressed nicely, in a cute, lilac sundress, you had forgone any makeup and doing your hair, aside from brushing it. Perhaps that was what sent him running, you never were one to see the beauty in yourself, why should your mate? Or maybe it was your scent, rain and apples, that had repulsed him so.

And if it wasn’t anything physical… Could he have already sensed how plagued by anxieties you are? Decided you were not even worth the trouble of introductions, or getting to know in the slightest bit.

Maybe he had a lover already, one he’d been with for decades. Or he never wanted a mate, never wanted to be tied down in such a permanent manner.

The list went on. Most of them about how you were unfit to be anyone’s mate, unworthy of being gifted something so rare.

Two weeks after you had returned to work, two weeks since a scent had been stuck in your brain, haunting your every waking moment, the male it belonged to showed up on your doorstep an hour after you had come home from your shift.

“I’m sorry,” he started as soon as you opened the door, leaning against the doorframe and blocking the inside from view. “I was a coward, and left before we could truly meet. My name is Azriel. What is yours, if you will allow me to know?”

Azriel. The Spymaster of the High Lord, so high above your ranking. Of course you aren’t worthy of him, you thought to yourself.

You tell him your name, and he repeated it with a soft smile, the sound of your name spilling from his lips something more sensual and intimate than you thought it ever could be, and you barely know the man.

Azriel, your heart supplied, repeating it over and over again, working it into your heartbeat so easily and perfectly, you knew that if he breaks the bond, you will be damaged beyond the limits of what you thought possible before.

But still, you need to know.

“Why did you come back?” You ask, almost dreading the answer.

Azriel looked you in the eyes and said with the utmost sincerity, “I would like to get to know you, Y/N.”

Instantly, a smile spread across your face, and you step back, opening the door wider to let him in. “I would like that as well, Azriel. You can come inside, if you’d like,” you offered, color rising to your cheeks.

He nodded his head, and stepped inside.

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5 Years Later

You awoke from a peaceful sleep, as you always do when Azriel is home.

Something about his scent, night chilled mist and cedar and oh, so perfect, set you at ease, soothing the anxieties that normally plague you throughout the day.

You rolled over, arms reaching for the warm body next to you, only to be met by cold sheets and empty space. A frown covered your face, and you rubbed your eyes.

It wasn’t uncommon for Azriel to slip away in the middle of the night, called away for his duties for the Night Court.

You were, however, hoping to wake up to your mate today, as the dawn had marked the fifth year since you had met- well, formally met, that is, knowing more about him than his scent and Illyrian heritage.

But, alas, matters of security were more important. You understand it well, knowing that is the reason he hasn’t accepted the bond yet, as happy as you are together.

That was one fear of yours that had come to fruition.

The lack of a permanent, unbreakable tether between you bothered you, yes, but knowing Azriel’s reasoning, and that it is not a permanent thing, made it bearable, worth the fears that sometime crept into your brain.

“Why won’t you accept the bond, already?” You ask, throwing your hands in the air, aggressive towards Azriel for the first time in your relationship. “It’s been a year, Azriel, what exactly is the hold up?!”

“I want to accept the bond!” He yelled back at you, anger lacing his tone. “But I have worried, every day of knowing you, that you could be stolen away from me, used against me in a sick game! I am terrified that I will wake up one day, and you will have been murdered in cold blood as a warning to this court! I do not want to lose you, Y/N! I do not want the reason for you to be harmed to be that I carry your scent no matter how long I’ve been away from you, until I know that you will be safe,” he finished, considerably more calm after having finally let you know his reasoning.

“And when will that be?” You seethed, a storm brewing under your skin. You may not have much magic, much power like your mate, but the electricity you can wield was begging to be let out.

Azriel sighed, taking his head in his hands. “I don’t know, babydoll. But I promise to you, within the decade, we will be fully mated, if you will still have me, knowing how much danger there is lurking around the corner,” he offered gently, attempting to placate you, and your dropped your hands back to your sides, rage leaving your body with each word coming from his lips. “I love you, so much it feels impossible to explain, but every day I will try my best to let you know the depth of my love for you, my sweet mate. If you will have me,” he finished, walking over to you and grabbing your hands gently.

You bit your lip, squeezing his hands tightly.

“Within the decade…? You promise?” You ask, glancing up at him through tear filled eyes.

“I promise to you, we will have a formal ceremony and party, and have the most wonderful, blissful frenzy, and be forever connected within ten years. You are the love of my life, babydoll.”

At his reassurance, you tilt your head up and kiss him softly, and after a moment Azriel deepened the kiss, coaxing you toward your shared bed.

You look to the bedside table, smiling when you see the folded piece of parchment resting there, your name written in Azriel’s elegant handwriting, as well as beautiful bouquet of roses, dark blue and a pale yellow in color.

“My love, I am sorry I had to leave in the middle of the night, on such an important day for the both of us, but Rhys requires my presence in the Hewn City for a few hours. I hope to be back before you wake, but in case I am not, I have prepared some coffee for you in your enchanted mug, and next to it is something I picked out for you to read until I return. I love you more than my shadows, more than my wings my dear. I think of you in every moment, every breath I take is for you. I will see you for breakfast, my mate.”

Your smile only grew as you read, your mate is such a thoughtful male. In the four years since you agreed to wait to be mated, he had, without fail, assured you of his love, either through notes he sent to you by shadows, or in person.

You sighed in contentment, and stretched before getting out of your bed, walking over to the bouquet and sniffing it, loving the gentle fragrance they emitted. You then threw on a dressing gown and padded into the kitchen, immediately catching sight of your pretty, dark blue mug that matched Azriel’s siphons, and book laying next to it.

You grabbed both and made for the cushioned bench in the bay window that faced the street, and settled in. Seeing the title of the book and author’s name, Faren Grey, you squealed in excitement. A mystery by him that you hadn’t read before! You eagerly began reading, occasionally sipping your coffee, a delicious mocha, until your mate walked in when you seventy pages in.

You instantly set your mug and book down and bounded over to him, flinging yourself into his open arms.

“Hello, babydoll.”

“Hello, honey,” you say, leaning up to kiss him. He doesn’t disappoint, meeting you halfway in a heated kiss. “I absolutey love the book! Where did you find it?!”

“I might have visited his house a few weeks ago to ask if I could have an advance copy of his newest work,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

He is so cute. “Thank you, you are such an amazing mate! I love you.” You hugged him tighter as you said it, loving the way his arms squeezed you into him further as you did.

“I love you too, babydoll. Come on, let’s go get ready for a late brunch,” he dragged you back into your bedroom, right into the bathroom. He removed your silver dressing gown first, hanging it on one of the hooks on the wall. Next, he removed your soft, baby blue nightgown, leaving you in just the underwear matching it. He leaned around the corner and tossed it into your laundry bin, then turned back to you.

You were blushing, your nipples hardening in the cool air of the bathroom. He kneeled before you and hooked his fingers in the band of your underwear, slowly pulling them off your hips and down your legs. He tapped your left foot, coaxing you to lift it up. You did, then he repeated the action with the right foot. Once they were off, he dropped them onto the floor. He lowered his mouth to your navel, slowly kissing a trail down to the apex of your thighs.

He tapped your legs and you parted them, and he went to lick a stripe up your center-

Your stomach rumbled.

Both of you laughed, locking eyes.

“After breakfast?” You suggested, your tone full of mirth.

“That sounds like a good plan, babydoll,” he laughed, rising to his feet. You undressed him quickly, your goal clear now: bathe as quickly as the two of you could manage without… wasting time… have a lovely breakfast, then come home and devour each other as dessert.

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A few hours later, you laid with your head on Az’s chest, listening to his deep, rhythmic breathing and hypnotic heartbeat. You could almost hear your name, beating in his chest.

“I made dinner reservations at Sevenda’s,” you whisper into his skin, knowing he’ll hear you no matter how quietly you say it.

“My favorite,” he sighs into your hair. “What time?”

“Seven o’clock. I figure we can take a nice walk along the Sidra, then pop into a store to pick up your gift before dinner,” you suggest, running your hand along his chest.

“That sounds wonderful, Y/N.” He smoothed his hands over your back, tracing his fingers along your spine. “What should we do in the meantime?”

You grinned, lifting your head to look at him. “I can think of a few things…” you said, trailing your hand down his abdomen.

“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you show me, babydoll?” He smirked down at you, trouble in his eyes.

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A few rounds later and after another bath, more leisurely and filled with soft, heated touches than the first, and the two of you were dressed and walking out of your door in the direction of the Sidra.

A worry that had been plaguing you recently came to mind as you looked out at the beauty of the river, Az’s hand clutched in yours. The High Lady, Feyre, had gifted you a painting last Starfall, given to you via Azriel. It was of the Sidra at night, your silhouette watching the stars above. You remembered the moment well, it was the night that you and Az had made it official and he had moved into your house. You had taken a walk along the Sidra, much like the one you were taking now, when a comet had flown overhead, and you watched with rapt attention, making a wish, that you and Az would be together forever.

So far that wish has come true, so, wonderfully true.

It wasn’t the painting that had bothered you, it was the fact that your mate has a family, but five years into your relationship, you had never met one of them, as far as you were aware.

“Why…” you hesitated, unsure if you should ask. But you needed to know, know if he was hiding you and ashamed of you. “Why haven’t I met your family yet?”

Az’s footsteps faltered for a moment. “I didn’t know that you wanted to meet them.”

“I’d like to, if that’s okay. It would be nice to know the people that you’ve talked so much about, put some names to faces.”

Azriel stopped, and as he still had a grip on your hand, you came to a halt in front of him, the turned to face him. “I’ll mention it to them before the next family dinner, make sure to save a spot for my lovely mate,” he said, punctuating it with a kiss.

“That sounds fine to me, Az. Now, let’s go get your gift,” you declared, pulling him by the hand towards the Palace of Thread and Jewels. In just a few minutes, you had arrived outside of a small, rundown shop. You pushed the door open, a bell jingling and alerting the shop owner to your presence.

“Ah, the beautiful Y/N, here to pick up your custom order, I presume?” He asked, already turning to the counter behind him to retrieve the dagger you had designed for Azriel.

“Yes please, Oswald. You can even present it to the Shadowsinger himself, I know how excited you were to learn it was for him,” you add, a teasing tone in your voice. You had no problem poking fun at him, having spent so much time with the male. You had given him over ten drafts of the dagger’s design, plus the two of you searching together for the perfect gems to go in the hilt and along the guard. You also had him make a special holster for the curved blade, wanting to make sure Azriel has everything he needs for it.

The older male brought it over, wrapped in a cloth to keep it a surprise.

“Happy anniversary, Azriel,” you said, pushing the gift towards him. He lifted the edges of the cloth, revealing the beautiful silver dagger with glittering sapphires and diamonds decorating it, and a wickedly curved end to the blade. The holster was beautiful as well, made of a pitch black leather, fire and tear proofed with an enchantment.

“It’s amazing, Y/N,” he said before hugging you, lifting you up and spinning you in a circle. You picked up the holster and fastened it around his waist, underneath the jacket he was wearing. “I love you so much, babydoll. Let’s go get dinner.”

“Thank you, Oswald. I’ll come again soon, I promise,” you said as Azriel led you out of the shop, a hand on your back guiding you all the way to Sevenda’s. The two of you had a delicious meal, and returned home to watch the stars on your patio. You drifted in his arms on the swing, his scent and heartbeat making you so comfortable you couldn’t help but drift off.

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About a week later on a Friday, you were going to your first ever family dinner with Azriel. You were nervous as could be, Azriel’s hand rubbing circles on your back doing little to calm your gut as you walked to the High Lord and Lady’s townhouse.

“Babydoll, they will love you. I promise. Just remember, not too many relationship details, or any kissing, I share everything about my life with this lot, no need to share all of you with them as well, my sweet mate.”

You nodded your head, still mildly uncomfortable with the thought of being unable to kiss him during their time here, but understanding that he isn’t one for public displays of affection made you agree to the plan. It was only in the last year that his soft kisses and loving hugs began to happen outside of the four walls of your shared home.

Still, even with the nerves, you were ready and excited to meet his family.

All too soon, the two of you approached the door of a cozy looking townhouse, a lovely looking garden attached in the back. Azriel raised his hand to twist the doorknob, but paused to look at you, a broad smile on his face. “You ready?” He asked gently, and you nodded in confirmation. He swung the door open, entering and pulling you inside by the hand, not giving you an opportunity to bolt, if the urge struck you.

The inside was absolutely lovely, decorated in a cozy fashion and looking well lived in. He pulled you further inside, and you passed a small sitting room before stopping in the dining room, people milling about while they set the table, or relaxed on the couches in the attached living room.

“Ah, you must be Y/N!” One of the females said, her soft lilac and pear scent washing over you pleasantly. “I’m Feyre, it’s so lovely to finally meet you!” She exclaimed happily, extending her hands to you, grasping yours in them, and Azriel walked off to say hello to one of the males in the kitchen, probably Cassian, if the large wings and dark red shirt he was wearing were any indicator.

“It’s wonderful to meet you as well, High Lady,” you say, anxiety running through you as you thought of the proper way to greet her, but she interrupted your thoughts quickly.

“Oh, none of that, you are welcome to call me Feyre,” she replied, her voice sweet and reassuring. “You are a part of our family, after all.”

A breath you didn’t know you were holding left you, the relief pouring into your veins. “Oh, we’ll then it’s very nice to meet you, Feyre. Azriel has told me so much about all of you, it will be nice to finally put faces to the names.”

“Ah, yes. I suppose some introductions are in order, hmm?” She asked, leading you over to the living room.

Everyone was so kind to you, and happy to finally meet you as well.

The one person you were most excited to meet, however, was Azriel’s best friend, Elain. And when you finally did, the breath left your lungs again as her beauty overtook you. She was classically beautiful, her delicate features and even more delicate frame a perfect combination to make one of the most stunning fae you had ever seen. Her jasmine and honey scent complimented her perfectly, and you almost through you had met her before based on her scent alone- but you knew you could never have forgotten a face such as hers.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to finally meet you, Az talks about you so much to me.” Her face held a sweet smile, and her eyes were full of warmth as she looked over you. “I’d love to have tea with you some other time, if you’re open to it.”

You nodded your head immediately, hoping beyond hope that you would finally have a friend outside of your coworkers, who, while lovely, you sometimes wanted a break from to not discuss work. “I would love that, Elain. Sometime soon, I hope?”

She nodded her head, saying “Yes, would next Wednesday work for you? We could meet here or at a café, if you’d like.”

“The café next to the Sidra in the Palace of Bone and Salt has a wonderful selection, if that works for you,” you suggest, internally celebrating when she nods her head again.

“That sounds like a wonderful time, it’s a date.” And with that, she walked away from you to continue setting up the table, now filled with various dishes that all smelled heavenly.

The dinner passed quickly, your undercurrent of anxiety constantly soothed by Az’s shadows caressing your legs and pooling around your ankles. It was nice to see him interact with them, see how they brought out different facets of his personality than you usually do. Especially Elain, they made little jokes between them every now and then, snickering softly to themselves.

Everyone was kind to you, yes, but you still felt… you still feel like you stick out, as though you don’t belong. Here you are, sitting among some of the most powerful fae, nothing but a shop clerk with a mild amount of lighting magic running through your veins.

Of course you couldn’t help but feel like you’re only here because of your bond to Az, because, well, you are.

Someone like you would never have earned themselves an invitation to the High Lord and Lady’s residence, let alone eat a fantastic, amicable meal with them without the tear between you and Azriel. Maybe that was why he had waited so long to introduce you to them. He already knows how inferior you feel to him, your self-worth making you feel like the Mother had made a mistake in pairing you together, as ecstatic as you are to be bonded to him. He probably doesn’t want you to feel any lesser.

Your thoughts continued like that through dessert, no amount of Azriel’s shadows’ touches soothing you now. What you need was a hug from your mate, maybe even just a peck on the cheeks.

But you could wait. You could wait until the two of you are retreating back to your home or have the affection you crave from your mate, if that will keep him comfortable.

So you do, attempting to do subtle breathing exercises to calm your mind. It helps a little, but it isn’t until you’re in the cooling air of Velaris that you begin to settle.

“Do you think they liked me?” You ask in a small voice as the two of you continue your leisurely pace back home.

“Of course, babydoll. What’s not to love?”

You exhale heavily, sleepiness crashing into your bones after being worried for so long. “Nothing, you just know how… you know how I struggle sometimes, being so plain in comparison to you.”

Azriel halted in his movements, and you turned to look at him.

“Nothing about you is plain, or simple. I love you for who you are, and the force of your love is more than enough to topple armies, my love. You are extraordinary,” he proclaims, wrapping you tightly in his arms for a few moments. You gently push away to look up at him, and he places a sweet kiss upon your lips.

“If you say so, mate,” you reply, and kiss him once more before pulling him back into motion.

“And I do, mate. You will always be the one true love of my life.”

💙🤍💙🩷💙

It had been five months since that first family dinner, you had attended one more since then.

You and Elain had become fast friends, bonding over your shared interest in medicinal herbs and plants, as well as your love for a good tea blend.

The rest of the family, however… Not matter what Azriel said, no matter how he reassured you, you couldn’t help but feel as though they did not care for your presence.

Hence the one other family dinner. It had felt awkward enough for you that you had told Azriel to go to them alone, unless he desperately wanted you there that evening. It was fine by you, you stayed home and curled up with another mystery novel in the window, waiting for Az to return and fill you in on the latest drama among his family.

Today, however you were at the Feyre and Rhys’s townhouse door, arms overloaded with the bags you were carrying.

On your hips and over your dress was a knife belt, tightened as far as it could go, one that you had designed specially for him, filled with five knives that you had Oswald design. Your only request for Oswald had been to have your and Azriel’s first initials carved into the blades. No last names, just to be safe in case one got left behind on a mission somehow. They were lovely throwing knives, simple and sleek in design.

You had been planning this day for a couple of months now, asking Elain for her input on how to surprise Azriel.

“Do something simple, like a practical gift and breakfast in bed,” Elain suggested over the rim of her tea cup.

“I already have the gift lined up, I’m having a throwing knife belt designed for him,” you said, sighing after you did. “But I’ve always done breakfast in bed for his birthday…” you trail off. It was his 555th birthday, and you wanted to do something different, more special than before.

“Hmm…” Elain hummed, before gasping. “Oh, you could tell him to stay at the townhouse the night before, saying you’re getting something ready at your house for him the night before, then surprise him with breakfast there!”

You bit your lip, unsure of the plan. But, it was something different… “I suppose I could do that, but do you really think he’d go along with that?”

“Of course!” Elain exclaimed, setting one of her hands over yours. “Azriel will do whatever you ask, especially if you seem excited about it.”

You considered her words, the nodded your head, accepting the plan.

So, here you are, standing in front of the townhouse on Azriel’s birthday at eight in the morning. You knocked on the door, careful not to jostle the parcels in your arms too much.

In them, you were carrying a bag holding five of Azriel’s favorite pastries from the café the two of you had gone to on your first date, a bag filled with all his favorite lingerie, and one other small bag. Inside of it was a sapphire blue ring box, containing a pair of rings.

Today, you were planning to propose to Azriel.

Five years into your mateship, and with no bond acceptance likely for the next six, you wanted to move forward somehow. You wanted to be able to call him yours permanently, even if just through a wedding ceremony and vow.

You had matching silver rings made, each inlaid with a small sapphire. Simple but beautiful, just as Azriel would want. Something to mark the two of you as each other’s.

Feyre answered the door.

“Oh, hello Y/N,” she said brightly. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m here to surprise Azriel for his birthday,” you say excitedly, joy bubbling through you.

“Ah, come in,” Feyre says, opening the door further and welcoming you in. “His room is just down the hall, first one on the left Y/N.”

“Thank you.” You move in the direction she pointed to quickly, not wanting to waste another second of this day without your mate. You reached his door and turned the knob without hesitation.

You wished you had knocked.

Because, in that moment, your world ended.

The smell of sex slammed you in the face, and you dropped the bags in your arms to the ground, for on the bed in front of you, Azriel was still slamming into a female, his pace only faltering when you gasped in horror.

Underneath him- you couldn’t believe it. Could not believe your eyes nor your nose, the scent of night chilled mist and cedar mixed so thoroughly with jasmine and honey that your stomach turned.

Underneath him was Elain.

His best friend.

Your friend.

Your mate.

You turned on the spot, booking it for the door to the garden.

You vomited when you saw it.

Every flower of every bouquet he had ever given you had a match in this garden. The dark blue and pale yellow roses he had gifted to you on your fifth anniversary were there. The beautiful white lilies, blush pink roses, carnations- all of them had come from here.

“What’s happened, Y/N?” Came a voice from behind you, and you turned to look at Feyre.

“Azriel and Elain…” you started your voice trialing off as you choked up with tears.

“Oh, were they going at it?” She asked while wrinkling her nose, and you balked at her.

“You… you knew?” Your voice came out quietly, filled with sorrow and betrayal.

Feyre’s face scrunched in confusion. “Azriel and Elain have been together the past fifteen years, Y/N,” she said, and your heart broke further.

“I… what?”

“Azriel said that you knew,” Feyre said softly.

“He… he said that I knew… that he was cheating on me… with Elain?” You ask slowly, so hurt that you could barely process her words.

Feyre shook her head, “He can’t cheat on you if you aren’t together,” she finished plainly.

“WE ARE TOGETHER!” You screamed at her, lightning rising to your skin. “WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER OVER FIVE YEARS!”

“Oh… um… Azriel had told us that you were better suited to be friends, if I had known you were together I would have… warned you,” Feyre said, obviously unsure of what to do, holding her hands up in front of her chest.

You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care for these people, for these fake friends who knew what they were doing. You took off running, jumping the fence bordering the garden of lies, and got home in record time.

You hadn’t noticed Azriel’s shadows wrapped around you until you had slammed the front door of your home shut. They were frantic, wrapping around all of you in an attempt to calm you.

It had the opposite effect.

“Get off of me!” You shouted at them, shaking them off of your body, scattering them to the corners of the room. You couldn’t bear the thought of him, even his shadows touching you now.

You could not believe what had just happened. You did not want to believe that your entire relationship with Azriel had been a lie.

You rushed to your bedroom, ripping through the nightstand on your side of the bed and pulling out the hundreds upon hundreds of notes.

Azriel had left you one every day, having never broken his promise to proclaim his love for you every day for four years.

All of it was ruined, now.

You collected them in your arms and ran back into the living room, igniting the fireplace with the lightning under your skin, and tossed them in. You watched them burn for a few minutes, tears pouring out of your eyes.

Everything… every word had been a lie.

All of his reassurances that you were worthy of him, that you would be mated fully soon, were fakes.

Every action he had taken was covering up something that would destroy you, had destroyed you.

You know now, that when you had first met Elain, you did recognize her scent. It covered Azriel so regularly, you had thought it was simply something to do with being the court’s Spymaster.

But you knew now. You knew that nearly every night when he came home to you, he had been with her. All of those times being called away in the middle of the night, he had left your bed and slid into hers.

And she had pretended to be your friend, Mother, she had probably intended for you to find them wrapped up in each other today.

All of your fears were correct.

You aren’t good enough.

You aren’t worthy.

And now, you don’t even have anything to live for.

The love of your life… and he couldn’t even have bothered to stop fucking her to at least give some reasoning for his despicable actions. You could still feel him through the bond, pleasure coursing through him and you vomited again, everything about it is sickening.

You look down to the belt of daggers, still hanging from your waist, so thoughtfully made for him.

You fingered one of them, pulling it out gently.

If you have nothing to live for… if the love of your life couldn’t even be bothered to care for you… what was the point?

The shadows were back now, frantically attempting to pull the knife from your grip.

If Azriel were here… well, he’d always been stronger than you. He could stop you. The shadows on their own, however…

You raised the knife to your neck, taking a breath as it rested there.

Clean and quick, then you’ll be free from the pain. Just one movement. Just one cut, and it will all be over.

And in the next moment, you were on the floor, life flowing from your neck, the shadows pressing on the gash in a futile attempt to stop it, managing nothing more than adding an extra minute to your life.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and the last thing you wanted to see before you leave this earth… a pair of hazel eyes came to mind.

The love of your life, for so many years.

The loss of your life, in the end.

[laughroditee]

You're Coming With Me | A COD fanfic

Simon had been on his way to meet up with the rest of the task force when he heard a tiny mewling off to the left near the woods.  Scanning the tall grass, he paused mid-stroll, his dark eyes falling upon a tiny orange kitten emerging from the underbrush.

“Meow!”

“Where’s your mum?” Simon asked, keeping his eyes and ears open for any signs of other kittens or a mother cat. Unfortunately, there were none.  This cat was probably around three to four weeks old; it was not going to survive on its own.  Bloody hell, he thought, squatting down to seem less threatening, holding out a hand, palm down. 

The kitten slowly approached him, noisily chirping and mewling. With its hackles raised, the kitten’s back slowly arched in a ferocious display, snaking sideways toward him in an effort to scare him away. 

Simon barked out a laugh. “Spitfire, huh?  Come on then, do your worst.”

An airy hiss and a swat were the kitten’s best efforts.

Beneath his balaclava, Simon smiled.  A few raindrops falling from the sky decided for him.  “Can’t stay out here, love.  You’re coming with me.” He looked down at himself.  Where the fuck was he going to put a kitten?  The kangaroo pocket on his hoodie might scare the poor thing, and it’s not like it would fit into his pants pocket.  Pulling his arms in through the sleeves, he turned his sweatshirt around to put the hood in front.  As gently as he could, he picked the orange tabby up, his large hand swallowing it whole, its tiny legs poking out from between his fingers.

He was met with Hell’s fury and a stern letter to the manager as he nestled the tiny thing into the soft basket of his hood.

“Easy, love.  You’re alright.  Let’s get you home.”

Simon cradled the kitten in his hood the rest of the way, his feet striding faster as the rain got heavier.

The pub wasn’t too busy this time of day, so it was easy to spot his teammates.

Price was the first to greet him.  A simple head nod and glass lift always did the job while a chorus of “Ghost!” and “L.T.!” rang out simultaneously from Gaz and Soap.

“Yer late, L.T.”

“Sorry, Johnny, I was bringin’ a friend.”  He carefully moved his hand away from the hood, and the kitten’s head popped out of it to much “oooing” and “aaahing.”

“And who is this?” Price, ever the gentleman, asked for introductions right away.

“I’m callin’ her ‘Honey*,’” Simon said as the kitten in question climbed onto his shoulder, meowing insistently at him.

“Aww, Ghost, that’s a sweet name–” said Gaz.

"Named her after my gun."

There was a pause and the sound of resigned acceptance.  "Of course you did."

“How do you know it's a girl?" Soap asked, examining Honey and trying to pet her.

"She ain't got balls."  Simon picked Honey up and turned her butt to Soap’s face.

Gaz sniggered into his drink while Price just smiled in his amused fatherly way. "Good work, Simon.  Good work."

Author's note: *Honey, as in the Honey Badger gun, or the Chimera as it’s renamed in the Modern Warfare II and III games.

[azulock]

Day eleven, almost at the end, now all that's left is to check up on the oh so flammable Gävle Goat! Yall know I'm very much in the give Reo therapy club, so here we are, come on, he deserves love and support. Also, yes, I have a very casual relationship with my father, why you ask?

summary. when take the holiday to finally bring Reo to meet your father, he is overjoyed - but at the same time, he is just as anxious. A part of him insists that your father won't like him, despite your assurance that everything will be just fine. Still, he worries, but maybe he just has to accept that some things are worse in his head than they are in reality.

pairing. Reo Mikage x Fem!Reader

wordcount. 739 words

11. Family Christmas Dinner - Reo Mikage

"But what if he doesn't like me?" Reo whined as you pulled him down the snowy street. "I mean, I'm sure he knows you c-"

"Reo," you cut him off, turning to him and taking his hands in yours, "love, you are getting caught up in your thoughts. What did your therapist say about that?"

"Ah," he paused, sighing before looking up at you. "That I should focus on what is real."

"Right," you assured him, squeezing his hand in support, "and in this moment, what is real?"

"The birds in that tree, the snow on the ground, you," Reo looked around, counting the things surrounding him until his eyes met yours again, his hands returning your gentle squeeze.

"Good, good," you soothed him, taking one step closer so your faces almost touched. "Besides, if my father decides he doesn't like you, he can take that up with me. This is my life, he doesn't get to make the choices, and I love you."

You were right, he knew it, and despite doubts still swimming in his mind, Reo felt safer by your side. When you'd first brought up the idea of spending Christmas with your father - since this year his wife would be spending the holiday with her daughters - he was equal amounts excited and terrified.

Since you lived far from your father, and you were always so busy, he hadn't had the chance to reach this milestone in your relationship yet. So he was happy, overjoyed, but he still couldn't help the fear that he would cause a bad impression.

"I know, but," he grumbled, biting his lip as you came to the front door, "you should have let me buy a better gift at least."

"Reo," you laughed, shaking your head as you pushed the key in the door, "that would make my dad think you believe you can buy people with money. That wouldn't have helped your case. Now, we are going in."

You waited for him to nod before opening the door, calling out for your father once safely inside. From the stairs to your side came your father, poking fun at the both of you for dressing so nicely when you'd just be spending the day indoors with him.

You rolled your eyes and snapped back, telling him he should dress a bit better for the holiday, before coming up to him for a hug. It was shocking to see the casualty of your relationship, but at the same time it was soothing, the type of easy affection Reo had never known in his family.

But before the thoughts of his family could dominate his mind, Reo felt himself being pulled back to earth, pulled by your father into a hug that he awkwardly tried to reciprocate as you scolded the old man for not respecting people's spaces. When your father pulled back and rolled his eyes, Reo could clearly see how you two resembled each other in more than just appearances. Quickly, you stepped in, getting the introductions out of the way.

In all truth, Reo had come ready to have to try his best to impress your father, he'd come ready to try and charm his way out of a judgmental stare. What he didn't expect - despite your how you'd told him before - was to find a laid back man who poked fun at Reo whenever he'd be at a loss for words and who acted as if he was of as little importance as any other person on the street. In a way, that made him feel more at home than he could ever have imagined.

"And here I thought she was ashamed of me or something, 'cause she never brought you around," your father laughed as you shook your head with a groan.

There was a moment of pause, as the words spoken as a joke resonated deep within Reo. But quickly he laughed along, a genuine, true laugh. He could still remember the difficult nights, where he sat alone thinking the same thing - that he hadn't met your family yet, because you felt ashamed of him.

But now he could see it wasn't true. Where he'd come anxious, expecting a protective father who knew Reo wasn't good enough, he found a man who trusted his daughter's choices, and welcomed him like family. Yeah, maybe you - and his therapist - were right, some disasters really only exist in his mind.

shout out to: @fivenightsatwhoreville @minarinnn @loser-vxbez @pinksodacan

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Fuckin' with the Ecosystem - Chapter 1

Characters: Carmy Berzatto x Reader, Richie and Sydney

Summary: Carmy has come to accept his struggle when dealing with his dead brother's failing restaurant, he reaches out to you for some guidance from an old friend. You realize it may be more of a challenge than you first thought with the clashing of personalities and family.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst

This is not what Carmy wanted. He wanted it, but not like this. He stared at his brother's memorial card pinned to the cork board completely dissociated in the office.

Through all the years, Carmy begged Mikey to work with him here. All the ideas Carmy would share of what his brother could do with this place. The potential. Mikey never wanted him near this place. Now here he is, like some sick joke, Carmy is finally here. But picking up the broken pieces that Mikey left him with nothing else. No note, no letter. no fuck you. Just a restaurant on the verge of shutting down.

His phone vibrated breaking him from his resenting thoughts, bringing him back to reality.

You looked down at your phone to double check the address. Across the street, there was a sad little restaurant that had clearly seen better days. The building itself was rundown. The sign was faded. Overall the place hadn't seen love in awhile and it showed.

You took a deep breath of the cold winter Chicago air in your lungs and looked up and down the street before making your way across.

You tried pushing open the door to find it locked. Taking your phone out of your jacket pocket and popping up Carmy on your phone holding it up to your ear.

"Hello?" Carmy voice feeding through the phone.

"Outside" You stated, wanting to get out of this raw breeze hitting your side.

He hung up and you heard a ruckus inside before the door jolted open. Carmy face emerged from behind the door and a smile appeared.

"You're here... finally, " a sense of relief washed over him.

To say that last couple days have been overwhelming would be an understatement of his life.

He arms went over your shoulders enveloping you into a big hug.

"It's been too long." He whispered pulling away.

It was. It's been awhile since you've connected, 3 years, maybe? An environment like a heated kitchen in a three star restaurant can bring people together or apart. It's either or. Carmy and you were shaky at the start. Having moments of frustration and rage especially when he first started.

You held the strap of the bag to your shoulder as you looked around. The place was .... mediocre at best. The floors were stain, the walls had chipped paint and were discolored. The deli was far from new or well-looked after. The smell of stale bread was in the air.

You continue to look around until your eyes landed on Carmy who was looking back, waiting for a reaction. He was tense. His arms folded behind his head, hands clasped.

You walked further into the deli, making your way around the counter. As you got closer you started hearing voices. Well, shouting. It was coming from the double swinging doors.

Richie always made an entrance whenever getting a new introduction and this was no different. He burst through the doors with a big grin on his face.

"Ayye, you must be our knight and shining armor, ight?" He announced raising his voice.

"More family than friend" Richie gave you a wink leaning over for a hand shake.

"This is Richie, family friend." Carmy gestured, still standing behind you.

"Oh, nice to meet you" You smiled and eyed up the big personality that you just met.

"Carmy here hasn't stopped fuckin' talking about y -"

"Cousin that's not tru- " Carmy spoke over feeling his cheeks get slightly heated.

Richie raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "I'm not lying" He chuckled.

You glanced over at Carmy to see him roll his eyes.

"A'ight, let's show ya around" Richie stepped aside and directed his arm towards the doorway.

Making your way to the back where it was... chaos, to put it lightly.

The kitchen had no order or very little from what you could see. The layers of voices that filled the room was overwhelming. Everyone introduced themselves before getting back to what their task was.

You tried to take note of the duties getting done, Tina was prepping a stock of some kind. Ebra, the meats. Marcus was in his little corner cracking eggs into a bowl. Richie was... Well you had no idea what Richie was doing. He seemed to bounce around station to station pissing people off or getting in their way.

Carmy was there all morning trying to get food prepped in a timely manner but efficiency has always been the challenge in this God forsaken place. It didn't help that one of the most important chefs wasn't in and was running late with that. Carmy glanced at his phone and saw a text from Sydney.

"Sorry, running late. Be there in 15!"

Carmy gave a thumbs up before locking his phone and putting back in his pocket. He doubled check with everyone knew what they were doing for the last part of prep before doors opening.

"Uhh, the office?" You asked, standing next to him trying to grab his attention.

He completely forgot about you for a moment as he got more stuck into the kitchen.

"O-oh shit yea, sorry" He apologized wiping his hands on a rag tucked into his apron. He took a quick glimpse of the crummy clock on the wall.

"3 Hours til' service Chefs" He shouted.

"Yes Chef" Everyone responded without hesitation.

Carmy led you out of the kitchen and down the hallway. To the left, there was a small box room. Peering around the doorway, you saw an oversized desk that took over too much space in the room. One file cabinet squeezed in the back right corner. You take a couple of steps inside, and the room feels even smaller when in it. You looked around, seeing the piles of disorganized paper everywhere. Random knickknacks covering the desk and a dim table light cascading its warm hue across it.

You took your bag off and placed it on the chair, which looked like it was on its last legs. Literally.

You glanced up at Carmy. His hand was on his face, his fingers resting against his lips. Worry was written all over his face.

"I tried to... um.. " He shifted, crossing his arms and leaning up against the doorframe.

"To organize it, but I, I would always get pulled away before making a difference" He said pressing his lip into a fine line.

"It's a lot" You sighed, picking up some pages glancing at them.

You looked back up at him trying to give your best reassuring smile.

A noise came from the front, followed by the rush of footsteps coming closer.

"Carm, I'm so sorry" A rushed voice spoke.

"The appointment took way longer than expected" Sydney continued, popping her head around the corner.

"Oh, you must be Carmy's friend?" She leaned forward with her hand.

"This is Sydney" Carmy introduced nodding his head to her.

You smiled shaking her hand.

"I've heard so many great things." She grinned.

"Same to you," you said, flickering your eyes between Sydney and Carmy.

Sydney squeezed by Carmy, you heard the loudness of voices leaking through from the kitchen with the door opening and it fading away as it closed.

"Look, I know this is a lot. It's fuckin' crazy." Carmy sighed scratching the back of his head.

"If you want to get the hell outta ere, I won't hold anything agains-"

"I'll do it." You interrupted.

He froze. He looked at you with his mouth slightly open. The weight he felt on his shoulders was immense. He felt guilty even thinking about involving anybody else like Sydney and you. He was involved because he was family. He had no choice in the matter at this stage.

"You serious?" He raised his eyebrows.

You nodded. You remembered all the times you were struggling years ago. The forced promotion you got and how ill-prepared you were for it. The nights you spend studying different type of permits, financial documents, health and safety guidelines and inspections. Carmy was there next to you. Both you googling unfamiliar legal terminology so you could understand a single sentence on the letters.

Carmy didn't expect you to agree to this. He had set himself for you to take one look at this place and dip. He knew how many opportunities that were thrown at you, you'd be crazy to stick around here. He was flabbergasted and had no words.

He stood there for a moment before double checking with you.

"You sure?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

You nodded confidently.

He came over to you giving you a quick hug before pulling away.

"Thank you" He said meaningfully, still holding onto your arms firmly.

"Cos, this shit ain't right!" Richie barges through the swinging doors shaking his head.

Carmy turned around to face him.

"What?" Carmy asked followed by an exhausted sigh.

Sydney came through next. "This is how it needs to be Richie!" She exclaimed bringing her hand to her forehead with frustration.

"Naw, you're fuckin' with the ecosystem" Richie yelled over her pointing his finger.

"W- What?!" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion gesturing her hands up.

"Hold up, hold up" Carmy yelled over them both as they continued to loudly bicker.

He glanced at both of them until they looked at him.

"Cousin, what the fuck are you talking about ?" Carmy questioned.

"Look at this shit." Richie turned around and busted back through the swinging doors into the kitchen.

Sydney rolled her eyes and followed with Carmy behind her.

The tension in the place never seemed to let up. Everyone had their way of getting things done and if it changed, war broke lose. Which seemed to happen more often than not.

You glanced over to your right to see Fenway Park poster crudely taped onto the wall. Mikey must have been a Red Sox fan, a fleeting thought that ran through you head. You moved your bag and settled yourself in the chair. The chair that creaked with every movement.

In the kitchen, Richie was still on Carmy's ear about the changes that Sydney was making. Small changes like the layout of the spice rack and the organization of the walk-in freezer.

"Cos, look what she did" Richie leading the way to the freezer.

"Yeah, I asked her to do that." Carmy responded looking into the freezer and bending down to see if the stock was in the order the way he wanted it,

"Thank you" Sydney said appreciatively to Carmy.

"Wai- What?" Richie said his face completely baffled.

"Yea, this freezer was not following health and safety policy. We coulda been shut down for this if we got unscheduled inspection" Carmy explained walking away from the freezer and walking through the stations making sure everything was on track.

"Mikey never di-"

"Mikey had no fuckin' idea what the hell he was doin'." Carmy spoke over Richie taking a teaspoon and tasting the stock.

"Tina, add more salt to this please" He spoke to her over his shoulder.

"Yes Jeff" She replied.

Richie worked his way around Tina, still following Carmy.

"I don't like the way things are going on around here" Richie watched as Carmy picked up the container of onions and moved them to the other side of the counter.

"Tis' not my problem, Cousin," Carmy continued, turning around and cracking open the oven door, checking on the beef.

"This is your brother's house. I was running it fine without you." Richie exclaimed leaning more into him.

"Then why didn't he leave it to you then?" Carmy retaliated back instantly looking Richie directly in the eyes.

Carmy walked away and left the kitchen slamming the swinging doors on his way out. Richie stood there for a moment and shook his head. He worked his way to the back of the building. Mumbling profanities while taking a cigarette out of the pack and placing it between his lips. Took a light and a deep breath in. The more changes that happen, the further he felt from Mikey. The heavy feeling sat in his stomach as he stared off into the distance.

He thought about all the times Mikey and him would fuck around in the back. All the stories they shared. Both of them lean up against the shitty fence. How excited Mikey was after buying the place. The big plans both of them had.

It hit Richie. It hit him like a train. Mikey was gone. He wasn't going through those doors anytime soon. Richie eyes flickered, and his trance broke with the loud clatter of noise from inside. His eyes whelmed up, and the more he held his tears back, the harder the lump got in his throat.

He wiped his dampened eyes with the back of his hand roughly. Inhaled deep on his last drag before flicking the cigarette on the ground and released the smoke from his nostrils.

Richie heard his name being called by Sydney from the kitchen. He exhaled tiredly and rubbed his face down with his hand. He wanted this day to be over. He turned around and dragged himself back in, slamming the door behind him.

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Chapter 2

Author's note: I've decided this is going to be a series. I have no idea how long. I really enjoyed writing this. My suggestions are officially open! If you have any thoughts or ideas, let me know!

Enjoy guys :)

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DATING TEDROS PENDRAGON INCLUDES…

REQUEST: I was wondering if I could request a Tedros x afab reader headcannons for dating! It could go in any way you like!

WARNING(S): none. fluff.

PAIRING: Tedros Pendragon x afab!Reader    

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MASTERLIST

At first, you had no interest in the future prince of Camelot. Too busy and too unbothered to pay the boy any mind. You mostly kept to your books, nose delved deep into an enchanting love story that seemed too good to be true. But these were your history. All the fairytales and love stories that your mother told you to help you sleep, were all written within the pages your eyes scanned, and fingers glided down. They were far more interesting than that of King Arthur’s son.

Tedros started to finally take notice of you one day, eyes shifting onto your figure that sat alone in a corner table during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Each time you got up to leave the great hall. His eyes would trail after the swift movements of your gown swaying side to side with each step you took. 

You intrigued him. You had him wondering why you appeared to be the only one who didn’t fawn over his looks, his title, or who his father was. 

Why did he only just start to see you? He pondered whether you were new but you weren’t. You had been there just as long as the rest of the Evers were.

His guilty conscience made him feel bad for never knowing your name. Knowing who you are because you appeared to be a wonderful soul.

It made him question so many things. So he set out to befriend you.

It first began with the introduction of one another. He hoped you would shake his extended hand but you only set your book down and stared quizzically at him. An eyebrow raised at his odd behavior.

“Hello, I don’t think we’ve formally met-“

“We have.” You cut him off bluntly. Tedros winces and retracts his hands.

“W-We have?”

“Yes.” You blink expressionless at him.

“I don’t believe so. I would’ve remember a pretty face such as yours-“

“Well, you didn’t. Otherwise you would’ve remembered that you bumped into me on the first day, told me to watch where I was going. Quite the impression you’ve set…” You gave him a light tip smile.

His face falls. Mouth opening and closing, in hopes to make things right. “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t-“

The hand you raise cuts him off. You save the poor boy from embarrassing himself. “No need to apologize. All is forgotten.”

“What about…forgiven?” He looks up through his eyelashes with hope.

“I suppose that depends on how you make this interaction.” You smirk. Then avert your eyes back onto your book. This causes him to smirk.

“May I sit?” He gestured to the chair beside you. You meet his gaze, pursing your lips in thought. Then turn to your book.

“No.” You want to laugh at his puzzled face.

“No?” He scoffs, but laughter follows after. “Are you reserving these chairs for someone then?” He teases, gesturing to the vacant table and chairs around you.

“No…” You chew your bottom lip. To keep from laughing.

“Well, then how come I can’t sit?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to spoil your image.” You shrug.

“Is that what you’re concerned about? My peers seeing me being social?” He claimed the chair to the left of you.

“I thought of it as more of you being concerned. We don’t exactly sway in the same social group.” Your eyes vacantly flicker to the table a few feet down from your shadowed one in the dark. They seemed to be casting snickers and judgemental glances towards you, or rather where Tedros’s attention was on.

“Then allow me to be the first to be in yours...” You grow flustered with a loss for words. You scoff out a laugh, then finally set your book faced down. You extend your hand and he gladly accepts it. Shaking yours with a firm but gentle grip. 

“I don’t believe I got your name, my lady.”

“That’s because I never gave it.” You smirk. He mirrors it. 

“You’re gonna make me work for it...I assume.” He lets his head fall. 

“In due time...You’ll learn to love rewards.” You tease and rise to leave. He follows suit and stands up beside you. 

So it began. A love story in the making. One slow, but rather enchanting, and endearing. You knew you were being unfair, gatekeeping your name, but your heart fluttered each time he put in the effort to get to learn one new fact about you. One new trait or scrunch or twitch of your nose or hands. The journey to get to know all of you was one challenge he was willing to face.

You didn’t exactly make it easy on him now either. 

It took him a while but as soon as he found out where you liked to spend most of your free time. He had a hard time leaving you alone. Your peace was disrupted by his charming grin, and loud persona. Not that you minded though, the distraction was rather appealing to look at. 

“Thought I’d find you here.” You squint up, the sun half in your eyes. You lift your hand up to your face to cast a shadow over your eyes. Once you finally reel in on who approaches you, you roll your eyes. Though it was hard not to know who came trollying about. He was too loud to miss. 

You shrug, gesturing to the tree you were leaning back against. A green flower embroidered blanket laid out underneath your gown. Your slippers slipped off to help you find comfort more easily. Though your desire for peace and quiet was long forgotten as the prince himself plopped down onto your blanket. He laid on his side, a cheesy smile casted your way. You tried hard to fight your own, but your teeth peeked out from your lips. 

“It’s Saturday.” You go back to reading the page you were on. 

“Yes I know.” He nods. “As opposed to yesterday being Friday, where you picnicked by the wishing pond. Though you never wish for anything.” He quietly mutters, like he was telling you a secret. It was true though. After learning the history behind the pond due to Agatha saving that poor girl and freeing her from her captivity. You refused to partake in any wish making. “Only sit and ponder-”

“And read my book.” You finish for him. “I see you’ve been paying attention, but what about tomorrow? Where might you find me then?”

“Well, it’d be Sunday. Some princesses might find themselves at the great hall looking out for a prince...” He trails off. His hands tracing over an embroidered pattern on the hem of your dress. He smiles as you tuck your feet in, letting your dress swallow their visibility. 

“But?” You eye him over the top of your book. He meets your eyes for a fleeting second then looks away, his face flushes red. 

“But not you. I’ll find you in the library. Tucked away in the farthest corner from eyesight...You think you’re well kept hidden from sight, but I spot you right away.” 

Your face becomes visible as you lower the book down onto your lap. Your eyes soften. “You see me?”

“I do.”

You gain the trouble to suddenly breathe correctly. Tedros subconsciously reaches for your hand. A tingle runs up and down your spine upon his light touches. He smooths his fingertips over your own. You gasp as he sits up tall. Your book falls carelessly onto the blanket as you watch him inch closer. Closer than he’s ever been. You catch his eyes flickering down to your lips, then up to your eyes, begging for you to allow him to press a kiss onto your lips. A plea more like it as he turns into a puddled mess. He breathes out a laugh as he reaches up to cup your face. He pressed his head against yours.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” A faint nod from you was all he needed to proceed. His lips felt soft against yours. Yet the way he held you. Cupping your face, thumbs caressing your skin delicately. Holding you gently like you were a flower in a meadow, hoping not to be stepped on and ruined. 

When he asked you to be his princess. You had said yes. 

As much as you enjoyed being Tedros’s friend. There was something about being his girlfriend that brought out a side to you, one you never imagined you’d have. 

Call it jealousy, perhaps troubled doubts. They were all there, but as scared as you felt. You revel in the small things. The way he reaches for your hand when seated during assemblies. How his eyes search for yours in the great hall. How he brings your hand up to place a kiss upon them. How he tries to sneak you out for a stroll in the gardens. 

You’re quite fond of the memories of your dates at the wish fish pond. You could still feel the gentle grip on your chin as he turned your face to kiss you gently, leaving you breathless each time.

Your timid giggles were enough to have him groan in delight. You made his heart soar. He was in awe of your beauty, your laugh, your affectionate smile. The way your kisses lingered as well that he’d chase your lips each time you pulled back with a smirk.

Though he too had his own troubled doubts. That he’d wake up from a dream, and you’d have only been a part of his imagination. He was scared shitless. Incredibly so that one night during your date by the pond, he dipped his finger into the water. You laughed at his antics, telling him from where you sat on your blanket, that the wishfish only showed you what you most desired, that the fish couldn’t really grant him the thing he wanted most. It was something he had to make happen himself. 

So that’s what he had set his mind to afterwards. 

He fully believed that you coming into his life was no coincidence. He had never felt as connected to someone as he had with you. It was almost like...

Like you were his true love. And he didn’t waste time to tell you either. 

It had been the night of the Evers Snowball. 

When you hadn’t arrived into the great hall. He left to find you watching the snow fall through the high raised arched windows. Though he stopped a few steps away from you. He hadn’t seen your pretty gown yet. A soft baby blue matching his own royal jacket. You had heard his familiar footsteps before you even turned to see that it was him.

“I understand why they called it the Evers Snowball now.” You giggled. You then turned to face him with a beaming grin. “Hard to believe since it was clear blue skies and puffy white clouds yesterday. Though this is a magical school. Nothing’s ever impossible.” You stepped forward. Offer your hands for him to grab. He smirked because you were in fact right. He curls his fingers into your palm. Your hands curl into each other. Your smile remains as you try to meet his eyes. Head tilting in confusion as to why he wouldn’t meet your gaze. He turns to eye the falling snow. 

Quite the perfect evening. A magical aura wrapping itself around you both. This moment with you truly felt like one from a well known fairytale. Though Tedros knew as much this would be your own fairy tale to tell in the future.

“Tedros?”

“Mmm.” He turned his head to meet your eyes now. He chewed on his bottom lip as he hummed in thought.

You only laughed. “You okay?”

“I’m great!”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. It’s all perfect. Being right here with you.” 

You only rolled your eyes thinking he was trying to be a sap again. You playfully slap his shoulder clad with blue epaulets. 

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s head back to the great hall, no? I’m in the mood for a dance to be honest.” You breathe out a laugh. You pass him with a hand on his shoulder. You had taken a few steps forward only to look back to see his back turned to you. You halt and frown. “Tedros?”

“No.” He shakes his head. Your heart skips.

“No?”

“No. Let’s not head back just yet.” He turns around to face you. 

“Okay...” You step closer. “We can stay here for a bit if you prefer.” 

“No I do- I do want to head back, but I just. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do...” You raise a brow at him confused. You open your mouth to ask what he wants to show you, but your only left gaping as he lowers himself onto one knee. “Well...ask you really.” He laughs out nervously. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a black velvet box. You were all too familiar with these kinds of scenarios. What surely was a ring beneath the closed lid didn’t pass you. You place your hand over your mouth in shock. Your other hand holds your stomach. You were thankful at that moment, you hadn’t eaten dinner yet. 

“Tedros-” You begin but he cuts you off.

“B-Before you say anything. I just want you to know that you are sure not like anybody I’ve ever met before. Until I got to really know you. I had no faith in falling in love because of what happened with my father and mother. In fact the concept of love scares me. It still does...” He gives a faint smile, one you reciprocate lightly. “But if there’s one thing I’m positive about is that you’ve made me want to be better. Make me want to see the world for more than just black and white, for more than just evil and good. You’ve been a wonderful best friend, but you have been the best love I’ve ever had.” He pops open the small box. You cry out a laugh. Tears brimming your eyes. “My true love.” 

“True love?” Your eyes widened.

“You are my one true love. I believe that this, right here. You and me. Us. It’s meant to be, that the universe brought us together, and if that’s not true then I don’t know what to believe in anymore because I can’t imagine my life without you. You, Y/n, are my one true love, and I’ll be damned if someone who’s writing our story thinks otherwise.”

You were a crying mess at this point. You tilt your head, a beaming smile on your lips as you look down at him on a knee before you.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?” You breathe a laugh out. Tedros lets a tear slip down his cheek, his charming smile gracing you.

“I’m getting to it!” He laughs. 

“Sorry...go on.” You composed yourself. Nodding and gesturing to continue. You couldn’t stifle your laughter though. 

“Will you marry me?” He takes the ring out of the box and gestures it to you. “Be my ever after?”

“Yes!” You beam. Gently cupping his face, and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He slips the ring onto your ring finger and stands to his full height. Cupping your face this time and pressing a hard but slow kiss on you.

“She said yes!” Multiple cheers and hollers startle you, causing you to pull away and look back towards the great hall entrance doors. 

You scoff out a laugh seeing multiple Evers, a few buddies of Tedros, and surprisingly a few Ever girls. Applauding you and Tedros. 

You look back to him, a cheesy smile on your face now, as your hands slide to cup the back of his neck. He leans forward to press your heads together, eyes closed, cherishing each other’s touch, and embraces. 

You can’t help the laugh that emits past your lips as the cheering only grows louder. It’s not long before you’re drowned in confetti. You gasp, blinking up to the ceiling as little pieces of plastic fall all around you, but the bigger surprise is when they start to dissolve before they can even touch the ground. It only adds to the magical feeling that swells in your heart. 

You lean in to give him another small peck. He chases after your lips. Then sighs in relief when you allow them to get caught up with his own. “I love you...” He mutters out gently, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you more, my ever after.”

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What if William made MC forget about him completely?

If you wanna skip the introduction you can scroll down to the next paragraph. This is my first post every here and my first fanfiction. This is from the dating game ikemen villains that just released to the US recently and I'm very excited. I've just started the game and I'm currently on chapter 6 on my William Rex route. (I'd be further but I'm broke :')) Even so, i already have angst prepared. Keep in mind none of this is cannon what so ever and everything can and will be inaccurate to the game timeline. Also I will be using my mc's name rather than the in game name. If people like it a lot and want a y/n version of the fanfic I will gladly make another. If you want a proper, more brushed up version of the fanfic, you can find it on AO3 (once i get my account that is) Anyway, enough talk. Lets get into it! Warning: grammatical errors

It was beautiful day in London which was quite rare considering how gloomy the city could be. Belle was sitting on a bench in a park reading her rendition of Lewis Carrol's "Alice in Wonderland" that had released a few decades ago. She was dressed in a simple yet fine dress of browns and greys, befitting of the current fashion period, complementing her warm caramel skin. Her ebony hair was picked up in a beautiful bun with a few strands of hair gently arranged. She looked far more elegant than compared to a few years ago when she was just a letter carrier, barely making it by.

She enjoyed reading her book along with hearing the sounds of the birds chirping, the carriages rolling by, and the few bits of laughter and giggling of children off in the distance. But all of that was interrupted when she heard one important voice call out to her. "Isabelle!" the man shouted, catching up to her. She looked up and smiled seeing who it was. She closed her book and got up from the bench and approached him. She felt warm and fuzzy just as much as she did when she first laid her eyes on him. Just as handsome as he ever was. He was the one man that could make her feel like she was in the stars above. The love of her life. Her dearest and darling husband........ Bryan Bennett.

When she finally approached him, she gave him a deep and loving kiss and he returned it with the same amount of tenderness. "I thought I had lost you there for a moment." he said with a smile. "Oh, and i brought you these." He then handed Belle a bouquet of flowers made from an assortment of red, pink, and yellow carnations, daffodils, butterfly weed, hyssop's and forget-me-not's. "Oh, these are beautiful! Thank you Bryan." Belle said as she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Come my dear. Lets not be late for the play." He said as he offered his arm to her. Belle gladly accepted as they made their way out of the park.

As they left the park, Belles eyes caught upon a man that made her blood run cold. William Rex. The last she saw of him, he invited her to one of his social gatherings where he made here feel welcomed at first but was quickly cornered by him. He would've done who knows what had it not been for her now husband. On one hand, thanks to him, the two of them were able to meet and fall in love. Then again, she shutters from the thought of that memory. As they walked by, he gave a smile. For what, she was unsure. He then walked away to who knows where. Every time she saw him, she felt unease and nervous around him. Yet at the same time, deep inside of her, a small part of her felt sad every time she saw him. Why, she was not sure. She payed no mind and walked with her husband to the theater.

*Flashback*

"No! I'm not leaving!" Belle yelled. "Belle please, your month is over and your free to go back to your normal life. This isn't a place you want to remain in" William urged her, sounding completely different from when they first met. "I know and I don't care! I can't.... I can't leave you." she whisperd. "Belle..." he said heartbroken. "You once told me," she started "that I was the only person who had the power to voice how my heart feels. I always ignored it, fearing of bothering others or getting my heart broken. But now I'm listening to what you said and telling you I love you. I did ever since I bumped into you in one of my deliveries. Yes, I was scared when I first saw you kill that man. But you've shown me there's more to you than that. You're kind and sweet and always care about how I or others feel. You commit crimes but you do it for good and the good of others. and no matter how much you or others may call you a villain, your not. You're a hero." "Belle, please..." William pleaded. "Let me stay with you William. Please... I love you..." Belle begged. "I......." he had the words stuck in his throat. He reached out his hand, about to cup her face. His hands were shaking as he could barely keep his composure. ".......I'm sorry." He said and he placed his outstretched hand on her shoulder. "What are you-" "SLEEP." He commanded. She could feel his power taking over. She tried her hardest to resist, but nothing was powerful enough to break Williams command. As she was about to collapse, He caught her and swiftly carried her bridal style. He always hated using his power, and the last person he ever wanted to use it on was Belle. But he had no choice.

***

"You used your power on her?!" Victor yelled. "I know, I shouldn't have. But there was no other choice." William explained. "William, I understand that you love her very much, but this is much farther than you normal prefer to go. I mean, forcing her to stay-" "She wanted to stay." William interrupted. "I... I couldn't let her. I went too far and now she wants to get caught up in this world we live in. We're cursed Victor. One day we'll meet a horrible end. And I...... I cant do that to Belle. I can't leave her heartbroken and miserable after I die." William said as a single tear began to roll down his cheek. "My god..." Victor exclaimed. "You really fell hard for this one, haven't you?" William gave a soft, sad nod.

Victor sighed "I did warn her not to get attached to anyone in the crown.... So, how do you propose we fix this dilemma?" William rummaged through his coat and grabbed a very special book that belonged to Belle. "You don't mean-" Victor gasped. "Belle has the fairy tale keepers blessing. And that blessing is imbued in this book." William explained. "The power to write ones fate." Victor breathed "Yes. The power has only ever been to record the events of history and fairy tales. Setting them all in stone. But what if we can change the story?" William suggested. "No! That is too risky!" Victor yelled. "You don't know what that can do! How would you even-?!" "I know the exact moment to change." William said, turning to the page of their first date. When he invited her to one of his special tea parties and introduced her to Bryan Bennett.

She was a big fan of his journalism and activism but she was to nervous to speak to him. So William cornered her to all wall to catch Bryan's attention. She was in no danger what so ever. He simply played the part of the villain and led her to her knight in shinning armor. She quickly realized this and was more flustered than she was angry.

Victor frowned. "She holds this memory dear to her. You know that, right?" William sighed. "I know. But this is the only way" William said as he grabbed the nearest pen. "....... You do realize you'll forever be the villain her story?" Victor warned. William froze by then, turned to him and gave him a melancholy smile. "... When have we ever not been the villain?" With that final remark, he took his pen and erased nearly everything. Every encounter, every emotion, every tender moment between the two. He erased there the crown and how she met them. He erased their final days together. All he left, was that one night together and changed it so that he could, in now way, redeemable. Every scratch of those beautiful words she wrote about him was like a dagger to his heart. It broke him to erase the moments they had. But there was no other way to protect her. He had to do it....

*present*

As William was on a walk for his next mission, he stopped and saw Belle happy with her husband Bennett. He smiled at the two sadly. Everything before still happened. Belle spent a month with the crown, her and William still had their dates and they still fell in love. The only difference was that Belle had no recollection of their time together or the crown. For all she knew, William was a cruel and manipulative man. The thought stung him. He never thought he would feel so horrible about being seen as a villain until she came along. No matter what she may think, he would always love her. As the couple walked out of the park, Belle caught a glimpse of William. He gave her a soft smile and walked away. Not wanting to ruin her happily ever after.

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Dreams of Hyacinth 37

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Sound of the City looked incredulous. Nick caught himself being surprised that he could tell. Up until yesterday he had never met an Aviens, and now he could read their body language?

You're welcome.

Anyway. City crossed her arms. "You want me to find someone who is familiar with the Sol system, and can gather information on your other partner, Selkirk, who currently commands one of Raaden's ships?"

Nick nodded. "You got it. Do you know anyone?"

City's feathers rippled and she sighed. "I'm annoyed that I actually do know someone, I'll have you know. I don't even think you realize how unusual that is?"

Nick was sitting at Melody's desk - his desk now, he supposed - in the Royal Dawn. Apparently, Melody did a lot of work that didn't require the Throne here. Eastern had gone back to the Throne to work on the Gate more, and Nick had decided to sit here. In addition to talking to City, Nick was expecting folks on the Reach to stop by and ask questions. They were, ostensibly, in charge now.

Speaking of. "City, what do the Administrators think of us? I don't want to build resentment by overstepping."

City glanced down at the pad she was carrying and made a quick note. "They have asked me to set up a meeting with you and the Empress as soon as possible. Do you know if she can meet today?"

Hey hon, the Administrators want to talk today. Do you have time?

Tell them right after lunch. I think I can get to a point where the systems can work without my direct intervention then.

"The Empress says we can both meet with the Administrators after lunch today."

City nodded without looking up, making another gesture in her pad. "Excellent. Thank you, Emperor. I will make contact with.. the person I have in mind for your request, and will bring them with me if they accept the offer." City's eyes flicked up to Nick. "You are going to pay them, right?"

"Oh yes, yes. I have a line of funds valid in Sol that I can draw upon to pay this person." Nick once again thanked his partners that they were so much smarter than he was. They had more than enough money to hire just about anyone they could need.

City exhaled in relief. Nick was surprised that aviens - at least City - did that gesture too. “Good. Okay then Emperor, I’ll be off. Elmi will help you with any petitioners that come by today.”

“Elmi?”

“Oh, you haven’t met them yet. Hold on, I’ll do the introductions.” City stepped around a corner and came back with…

Nick could only describe it as a person in a space suit. They were a head taller than Nick and wore a form fitting space suit. City noticed Nick’s expression. “Elmi is a Falmor. Their original planet has a different breathing mixture, they can’t breathe oxygen. Outside of their area on the Reach and their small city on Venus they need to wear these environmental suits.”

Elmi bowed slightly and spoke through the speaker in their helmet. “It is an honor to assist you, Emperor.”

“Thank you Elmi, please let me know how I can help.”

Elmi made a gesture with her hands - equilivant of a smile, according to the Nanites - and said, “That is my job, Emperor. I am here to help you.”

Nick smiled. “Please then, send in the first petitioner.” He looked over at City. “Thank you again City. Please let me know what you find.”

She bowed and left without another word.’

Nick spent the morning working with Elmi and the few people who were brave enough to see him right away. Nick was surprised. He expected more people and said as much to Elmi.

“You are new here Emperor, the people do not trust you as of yet.”

Nick sipped his drink. It wasn’t coffee, he wanted to try the local beverages. Someone from the hotel had given him a tea. He couldn’t place the flavor, it was completely unknown to him, but it was hot and sweet and tasted good. Kind of fruity? “I suppose that makes sense. We did just arrive. Elmi, do you know what the people think of us?”

She made a complex gesture with her hands. Since the Falmor live in suits outside of their sector of the Reach, body language is nearly useless. Over the years they developed a sign language to use with their speech to assist with more subtleties of their language. Nick’s Nanites helped translate. She was indicating a sad dissent. “I apologize Emperor, I don’t interact with the general public of the Reach very much.”

“Well, what about your fellow Falmor? Do they have an opinion?”

Another gesture. Like a shrug. “We all loved Melody. She welcomed us out of our sector and encouraged us to come to the rest of the Reach and help others. We were saddened to hear of the attack and her passing. I think that most people here are open to your and the Empress’ arrival and are just waiting to see what you do.”

“Then, Eastern and I will need to do our best to make a good impression.”

“Emperor.” Before Elmi turned to fetch the next petitioner, she made a quick small gesture. The Nanites told Nick it was like a quick smile.

Nick was able to see a few more petitioners before the middday meal. Eastern had returned, right on schedule, her eyes tired. “Are you all right hon? You look beat.” Nick said.

Eastern nodded and rubbed her eyes. “Yeah, it’s a lot of work being connected to the Throne. More than I thought it would be. I’m nearly done though. Things should be automatic from here on out.”

As they finished their meal, City arrived. “Emperor, Empress. The Administrators have arrived. Would you like to meet them here, or over in the Throne?”

Nick looked at Eastern, who shrugged with her eyes. She stood.“Here is fine, City. Let’s meet them in the office.”

City nodded and turned. Nick and Eastern walked across the hall to the office where Nick spent the morning, and they both sat behind the large desk. Eastern closed her eyes and concentrated for just a moment, and her crown flared slightly. She looked at nick and her eyes flashed to the top of his head. He concentrated as well, and his crown, similar but slightly different than hers flared as well.

City entered with the Administrators. There were 4 of them; an Aviens, a Mariens, a Falmor and a K’laxi. Nick and Eastern did not successfully hide their surprise.

At their surprise, the K’laxi administrator flicked their ears in amusement. “Yes, Emperor, there are K’laxi onboard the Reach. Not as many as our friends the Aviens, Mariens and Falmor, but still, we are here.”

Eastern and Nick stood, and bowed. Surprised, the Administrators returned the bow. “You honor us by seeing us, Holy Ones. We are in your debt.”

Nick blinked. “Pardon me, but; Holy Ones?”

The Aviens Administrators bobbed their head quickly. “Yes yes, in addition to being the Emperor and Empress of your empire you are also the head of your church. Your words and actions are divine and we are here to serve.”

The K’laxi in the delegation rolled their eyes very slightly. Nick caught the gesture but said nothing.

“Additionally Holy Ones-“ Continued the Mariens “-we have learned that you have begun construction of a Gate, something that has not happened here in nearly five hundred of your years. We are most excited that the work has restarted.”

The Mariens were interesting. Nick was fascinated by them. Originally coming from a world almost entirely covered in water, they evolved from the seas. Nearly boneless, they almost were like what an octopus could evolve into, given a few million years.

The Aviens bobbed again. “Oh yes, restarting Gate construction is more than we could have hoped for. Even Empress Melody did not do that. We completely understand of course-“ they added quickly “-Empress Melody came to us in the middle of a situation and had her empire to reclaim, but the fact that you came and immediately started work on a Gate is auspicious. It is good you are here.”

“I am thankful you feel that way Administrator.” Eastern inclined her head as she spoke. “I want to make it clear that we are not here to usurp your rule. Your role as Administrator is important to the Reach, and we will be calling upon you for advice and counsel. We would like to leave the day-to-day operation of the Reach to you, so that we are better able to handle matters… of empire.”

Agreeable noises from the Administrators. “Yes Emperor, Empress. We like this too. Thank you for your trust in us.” This time the Falmor spoke.

“So, where are you from originally?” The K’laxi asks, their tail twitching. Your accent is Parvatian-“ They point at Nick “-but I can’t place yours.” They point at Eastern.

“I’m from Luna originally, but I lived on High Mars Hyacinth for many years.”

The K’laxi nods. “Ah, that must be it. There are so many accents and dialects in Sol, I am not familiar with all of them. More humans gaining the mantle or Empress. I suppose it is inevitable. I can’t think of another species more likely to touch random things just to see what they do.”

The Aviens, Mariens, and Falmor Administrator turn to the K’laxi. The Mariens looks legitimately upset and the Aviens is surprised.

The K’laxi Adminstrator turns towards their colleagues. “Don’t act so surprised. We’ve known the humans longer than any of you. If anyone has an idea about what humans are going to do, it’s us.”

“Y-you speak out of turn!” The Aviens’s feathers are rustling.

The K’laxi holds up a hand. “Peace, sister. They are my Emperor and Empress, but they are also human. We should not come to them and bow and scrape the entire time. They will take advantage.”

Nick turns to see Eastern chuckling. “Now, them I like. Tell me your name please, Administrator.”

The K’laxi bows and Nick detects just a hint of sarcasm in it. “I am Administrator Yem’ari, Empress. I represent the K’laxi contingent on Reach of the Might of Vzzx.”

“And how many K’laxi are here?”

“Only a few thousand, Empress, We are the smallest contingent.”

“And yet, you are an Administrator.”

“My position was granted to me because of our familiarity with humanity. I work to help… translate the things that you do.”

Eastern raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Please, what do you make of ‘Empress’ Raaden and her work in Sol?”

A shadow crossed the K’laxi’s face. “We were not here while Empress Melody was, so we did not experience her first hand, but the fact that Raaden took her title and mantle and never returned to the Reach is… telling.”

“Tell me Yem’ari, are you and your group part of the faction that believes in the divinity of the Empress?” Nick asks.

Yem’ari’s tail flicks and she nods her head. To do both gestures indicates she’s spent a long time among humans. “Yes Emperor, we believe in the divinity of the Emperor and Empress and their voice. That is why we arrived. We were pilgrims, and the residents here were able to make space for us. We hope that more will come when things… calm down.”

“With the civil war you mean?”

Again, they nod and their tail flicks. “Yes, Emperor. With the civil war. We are not current with the news, but the number of K’laxi who have come to the Reach has dwindled, and we do not know if that means we’re winning and there’s no reason to come, or if we’re losing and there is nobody available to make the trip.” Yem’ari stares at Nick and Eastern hard. “If possible, we would like to learn what is happening. Do you think you can get some news for us?”

Eastern nods. “We will certainly try.”

Yem’ari smiles. “Thank you Holy Ones.”

[my-sdv-stories]

A Second Introduction

This is my first fan fiction, so please be nice. I do encourage and accept criticism! I’m planning to write more for this in the future, so follow my blog if you’d like to see more!

Part 1/?

Word Count: 950

Character Count: 5157

Summary: Ollie (my SDV farmer oc) meets Sam again after a long time.

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Oliver ran around, introducing himself to all the townspeople. Ollie loved people and talking. With the farm being so far from the center of town, it was hard for him.

This was his second day here, and he didn’t really have the money to do anything but wait for the crops he planted yesterday to grow.

He decided he’d head into town and introduce himself to many of the people as he could. He started up in the mountains, meeting Demetrius. Then, he went to Pierre’s Shop and met Pierre. He heard music coming from the back. He went in a door to investigate the sound and found most of the ladies in the Valley doing an aerobics class. He spoke with them, before headed over to meet the blacksmith, Clint. He also met Penny, Vincent, and Jas in the Museum. On his way back toward the center of town, he met Shane. Shane wasn’t very nice, so Ollie moved along fast.

All this talking was fun, but it was getting kind of late. Ollie started to head toward the lower entrance of the farm. Along the way, he found three people talking. One was tall with dark hair. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt and pants. The second was slightly shorter, within an inch or two of Ollie’s height. She had long purple hair. She wore a denim vest, a black sleeveless v-neck, black shorts, and black leggings under the shorts. The last one was facing away from him. He was taller than Ollie. His hair is blonde and spiked. He was wearing a blue jacket over a red shirt with brown pants. He stopped to speak with them.

“Hiya! I’m Ollie, the new farmer!” He beamed. Ollie’s smile was charismatic and contagious as always. The three looked at him with different levels of curiosity and confusion on their faces.

The first one responded, “I’m Sebastian. My mom is Robin. She met you at the bus.” He sounded bored and cold, but not in a rude way. Ollie felt that was just how Sebastian was.

“Oh, yeah! I remember her. She was mostly nice.” Ollie recalled Robin’s comment on the cottage as he spoke.

The girl piped up next, “My name is Abigail!” She looked toward Pierre’s and nodded in that direction. “My dad runs the general store.”

Ollie nods. “I was just there to buy seeds yesterday. Spent all of my savings,” he mutters the last part.

Finally, the spiky haired boy spoke, “And I’m Sam!” Ollie looked at him. His thoughts raced. ‘Sam…’ Ollie knew a Sam from one of his visits to the valley as a kid.

•••

Olivia usually wasn’t allowed too far from the farm on her visits, but this visit was different. Ollie’s mom had stayed this visit to take Grandpa to an appointment in Zuzu City.

Grandpa took Ollie to a blue house with a purple roof. Grandpa knelt down next to Ollie to be eye level with her. “Now, Ollie. You have to promise me you’ll be good for Miss Jodi. She’s being very kind and watching you while I go to my appointment.”

Ollie nodded as a response. Her red-brown hair flopped into her hazel eyes.

Grandpa placed a hand on Ollie’s head and ruffled her hair. Ollie giggled. The door opened, and Jodi came out.

“Hi, Henry!” She smiled at Grandpa. There was a touch of sadness in her eyes. She crouched down to Ollie. “And you must be little Oliv—“

Grandpa interrupted her, “Ollie.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, before she corrected herself. “Little Ollie.”

Ollie nodded vigorously.

Grandpa looked down at her. “Ollie doesn’t talk much, but she’s a good kid.” Grandpa looked at Jodi. “She doesn’t cause problems. If anything happens, you know who to call.”

Jodi nodded, and Grandpa left. She ushered Ollie into the house. “I have a son that’s about your age.”

Ollie went inside with her head down. She nearly ran into a boy. He was shorter than her. His hair was short and blonde. It reminded her of the sun peeking in her window in the morning. His eyes were green. They reminded her of the grass in the clearing below the farm.

“I’m Sam!” The boy’s enthusiasm caught her off guard. Jodi walked past the two and into the kitchen.

“Ollie,” her voice was small and sheepish.

“We’re going to be best friends, Ollie!” He grabbed her hand and ran to his room. Ollie was dragged along behind him.

Sam and Ollie played for the rest of the day. The two were inseparable… until Grandpa came back for Ollie.

“Sam, before I go,” She runs over and hugs him. “I promise to come see you on my next visit!”

Sam, surprised by the hug, nearly toppled over. He returned the gesture. Ollie left with reluctance.

•••

Ollie reminisced to himself. He hadn’t been back since that visit. Grandpa was sick, really sick. Ollie’s mom didn’t want Ollie to see Grandpa like that, so he wasn’t allowed to visit again.

Sam looked nothing like he did the day they met. Now, Sam was tall. He had long spiky hair. He was cute now. Ollie knew Sam wouldn’t recognize him now but seeing Sam again made Ollie smile. “Yeah, I know.” Ollie caught himself. “I just meant— because I met your mom earlier. She mentioned you might be here.” Ollie was a terrible liar, and he could tell the three didn’t believe him. “Well, would you look at the time? I have to get back to the farm. I’ll see you around!” He scurried off toward the lower entrance to the farm.

The three watched him leave, confused by the interaction.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 1 Pt. 16 (Long Lost Brother?!)

The Nesbitts were extremely close knit, but Neal had been hiding an entire branch of his family tree from the moment he’d met Daisy 18 years ago.

His older brother, Karl, had run away from home the moment he turned eighteen and never looked back. Neal was only ten and worshipped his brother, and the estrangement devastated their parents. He couldn’t understand why Karl had left without a word and spent his formative years trying to forget his grief over the loss.

By the time he met Daisy after the deaths of his parents, he was better able to forget. His parents were gone, and so was Karl. He was alone when he met Daisy, who was herself alone. They didn’t need anyone – just each other. Karl just never came up.

But his omissions of truth came back to haunt him when he made a trip to Willow Creek during one of Daisy’s space missions. Though the UFO plant still hadn’t blossomed any fruit, he spotted a face he truly believed he’d never see again. When the brothers locked eyes with one another, they both knew, instantly, who the other was despite their years apart. Neal approached him cautiously. But Karl’s reasons for leaving had been despite his younger brother, not because of him. He was thrilled to see Neal, and they spent the entire day catching up outside the community centre.

Neal told him about his beautiful wife and amazing kids, and Karl said he’d remained a bachelor all his life, living in an apartment in San Myshuno. Despite the Nesbitts many trips to the city, they’d never run into each other before. Karl admitted he’d searched online for his brother and knew where to find him, he’d just been too afraid to make the first move, even after reading of the deaths of their parents. He was so proud of everything his younger brother had achieved, and Neal headed home knowing he would shock his family with the news of his long-lost brother.

The kids were excited for the chance to meet their uncle, but Daisy was more than a little bemused. She thought she knew everything about Neal, as he knew all about her, and couldn’t believe in all their years together he’d never even mentioned his brother. He’d even said he was an only child! Now, he wanted to introduce Karl back into his life as if nothing had ever happened. It made her wary, but she couldn’t refuse the bonds of family.

They invited Karl to dinner and the kids got along with their new uncle famously. Daisy’s career in astrobotany came up, as did her desire to grow and study her own UFO plant. As fate would have it, Karl worked on salary for a shadowy billionaire in the city, and one of his only regular tasks was to tend to a strange blue tentacled plant in his penthouse’s sunroom that looked exactly like the one she described. He was paid not to ask questions, but he despised gardening, and he made a deal with Daisy – if she could help him tend to it to make his boss happy, she could take one of the fruit harvests to grow her own plant at home.

Though she was a capable space cadet, this was by far the less risky option, and Neal loved to think she wouldn’t push herself too hard in such a dangerous profession. He wanted her to enjoy her missions knowing she’d finally found every plant she’d ever wanted, and Daisy wanted the same. Despite her initial trepidation over Karl’s introduction to their lives, she got to know him on almost daily visits to the city until the plant was ready for harvest. She came to understand why Neal’s way of coping with his brother’s disappearance was to think of himself without a brother to have lost. Now, of course, there was no going back. Karl was an accepted member of their extended family.

What would the newly-expanded Nesbitt clan get up to over the coming Winterfest holidays? ->

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[superzombiewho]

Primis Anastasia

Official introduction!

Name: Anastasia Belinski

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Hair: Ginger-Brown

Eyes: Blue (with grey)

Skin: Fair

Siblings: Nikolai Belinski

Partner: Edward Richtofen

Background:

Anya grew up being really sweet, very childish, and wanting to do whatever her brother was doing.

When she was 8 she first encountered Monty playing by a lake with her brother. But he never approached the children. So she didn’t think much of it.

At the age of 12, Anya met Monty again. Only this time, he kidnapped her. Nikolai fought tooth and nail to protect his baby sister, but he sadly lost.

After being kidnapped, Anya learns that she has the ability to control the dead to her own biding and make dead like creatures (let’s just say she can create and resurrect). (Pretty much Monty got bored one day, and launched element 115 somewhere. Which ended up being an innocent baby. He spent years looking for the child.)

For years Monty abused Anya while teaching her how to use her “powers”. Beating her, forgetting to feed her, draining her physically, emotionally, and mentally. During this time, Anya grew up with trust issues, depression, and personality disorder (power being too much and basically changing her into something else when power is in use).

When she turns 20, she has enough and in her frustration makes a portal to go anywhere but Monty’s “perfect world”. The portal ends up taking her back home. Months later she finds her brother, and his family which welcome her with open arms.

Anya tells Nikolai everything and he vows to protect her.

Flash forward to Origins, she goes with her brother to stop the Germans. Blah blah blah. We all know what happens.

Over time, she falls for Edward.

Dempsey is butt-hurt about it because he has/had feelings for her and she chose the “enemy” as Dempsey puts it. But he keeps quiet so she can be happy.

Takeo is a backup big brother to Anya. Ready to lend an ear, give her wisdom, a joke maybe, but most importantly, promises to be there for her, for a break down or a fight.

Edward treats her like a Queen. Like, he will make sure she has enough food, water, sleep, comfort, space. But he will know when to step aside and let her take her own stand. In reality he’s like, “are you doing alright? Do you need anything? Nein? you have this? Ok, I’ll leave you to it.” On the inside he’s like, “that’s my girl. That’s my Queen! She’s got this, no doubt!!”

Nikolai, big brother bear… he didn’t like the idea of Edward making a move on his little sister. But Nik saw that Eddie really cared and left it alone.

What Anya is like with her older self?:

When first meeting her, she knew she had to kill her olderself. But when bailing Ultimis out of jail, she wasn’t too fond of U!Anya. Didn’t want to be near her. But after one pairing, they became best friends. Both Ultimis and Primis couldn’t separate them!

What Anya is like with her child self?:

She will start crying upon looking at the child. Nikolai and Edward need to comfort her, knowing that she was forced to grow up and seeing her young self brings back a full childhood she couldn’t have. But after a while, Anya accepts the fact there is nothing to do about the past. But Anya is very protective over the child when it comes to Monty. Literally threatening to kill him if he even bats an eye towards the child.

[alastorswifee]

Could I please request a Leo and raph (2007 version) with an s/o who is a 8ft tall goddess (kinda like she-ra)(apparently the turtles are like 6 feet tall👀)

Of course you can sugar!<3 Oh that sounds so interesting! @artsybri31

Each variation of the boys are different heights, like in 2003 and 2012 they’re around 5ft tall and I’m like HUH???

Bayverse made them 6ft tall and such which makes sense

I can’t see the boys being shorter than 5’11 lmao

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Also I totally need friends on tumblr Fr fr y’all should like dm me💀

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Leonardo

• when you two first met he was in astonishment at your height

• how was a human woman physically this tall?

• when he soon found out you were a goddess, he couldn’t wrap his mind around that

• a..goddess?

• he would have a lot of questions and would ask them but not to overwhelm you

• it probably explains how lovely you look, a sight to be seen

• you really do have the look of a goddess or angel, beautiful, graceful, elegant

• you two tend to hang out almost every night when you’re both not busy

• you two enjoy each other’s company

• it’s just comforting

• the more you two were around each other the more feelings grew between you two

• at first Leo had mistaken his romantic feelings towards you as admiration

• he’s never exactly fallen in love or gotten feelings for anyone before so he never exactly understood what it was like

• as time went on, he slowly started realizing..this isn’t just admiration

• he’d catch himself staring at you often, his mind going through thoughts such as

• her voice is so calming..

• beautiful as always..

• the moonlight really brings out her features better..

• he caught himself fantasizing and thinking about you a lot

• he eventually consulted with Splinter on his issues

• Splinter was surprised, his eldest son has met a woman that makes him feel warm inside

• after hearing it all Splinter came up with the most obvious answer

• “you are in love Leonardo”

• “I’m sorry?”

• “you’ve heard me my son”

• in…in love? Leo was taken back at the statement

• “but master-…father, are you sure?”

• of course he’s sure, Leonardo if you told anyone how you felt about her they would come up with the same conclusion

• Leo stood up and bowed to Splinter before sighing

• he doesn’t know how he would go about this, the feeling is eating him up inside and it makes him want to spiral

• if he doesn’t tell her, these emotions will bottle up inside him and eventually one day, burst

• if he does tell her, one of two things can happen..

• either he gets rejected and make their friendship awkward

• or she accepts his feelings and they become a couple

• he decided that speaking his mind was the best thing to do and if something such as feelings ruined your friendship then so be it

• he planned it all out in his head, making sure he said the right things and didn’t come across weird in any way..he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable

• he confessed to you on another night of your rooftop hangout sessions

• you were taken back, he actually..fancies you?

• that’s adorable..

• you should’ve seen Leonardo’s face when you returned the feelings

• “really?..”

• Leo ended up reporting back to splinter about how it went, splinter was happy for his son and told him that one day when Y/n and Leo were both ready, he’d like to meet her

• Leo nodded and left his father’s room, he was planning to have her meet his family he just didn’t know when would be the time

• as he’s heard from April and Casey, normally people would date for a while before introductions to the family

• you don’t want to introduce a lover to the family immediately and then something goes wrong and you break up

• the relationship was actually extremely healthy and you two were thriving together

• your first kiss was cute, you had to bend down to kiss him to which he got a bit embarrassed but he loved your height so it wasn’t too much of a bother

• eventually you did get to meet the family and they were all supportive of your relationship with Leo

• Raph was a card, definitely interesting but he didn’t come around as easily as the others

• deep down he was just making sure Leo doesn’t get hurt in any way

• eventually you were to gain Raph’s trust and he was a bit more friendly to you

• by friendly I mean he didn’t scoff at you, ignore you or make any rude remarks anymore

• Leo was glad his family were okay with you, that made it better and bonus! He can have you around in the lair now

• when it comes to intimacy tho, you two prefer to be in a secluded area such as his bedroom or the rooftops

• the brothers tend to accidentally interrupt or tease you two

• so intimacy was a more private thing

• eventually you got to meet casey and April and their reactions to you in general were interesting

• April was intrigued and astonished, she adored you

• Casey was in shock and disbelief, he thought he was seeing things

• they did warm up to you tho and treated you like family

• You would be observing the city and humans and a part of you would feel a bit insecure at your height

• you tend to see a lot of women being shorter than men or their lovers(it’s not always like that but you don’t always see a woman who’s taller than her lover)

• Leo would pick up on the insecurity and assure you that your height is what makes you special, it’s unique and one of your best traits

• even if you weren’t the same height as you were now he would still love you

• Leo tends to compliment you here and there, a little more than he usually does

• you don’t need to ask for reassurance because he always gives it to you

• there would be times where Leo would have April go out and get him flowers

• he likes doing little gestures such as that for you

• you found it so sweet

• he even gives you little trinkets and such that he tends to find

• you always keep them in a safe place so you don’t lose them

• dates for you two include movie nights, meditation sessions together, cuddling and reading, cooking together

• oh yeah did I mention?

• you two cook together at times, teaching each other recipes and trying new things together

• baking is another nice thing you two tend to do together

• when you’re finished making meals and desserts, you both would cuddle and eat

• he would take some back for his family too

• Mikey loves both of you guys’ cooking and even asked for you two to teach him

• leo tells you loads of stories of him and his brothers, he even told you stories of when he went away to train

• then when he told you about winters and the stone generals, you were astonished

• they got to witness something that was meant to be just a legend told to kids around a campfire

• you tend to jokingly call him short nicknames to tease him

• at first they used to make him give this ‘seriously?’ Look but now he got used to it and just chuckles

• “hey shorty” “hey hana”

• he often asks you to join him in meditation or to watch him train

• he even offers to let you train with him

• Leo was astonished at the thought of actually having a lover, he didn’t think the day would come where he’d find someone

• him and his brothers accepted that they wouldn’t and here you are proving him wrong

• he’s so thankful to have someone as amazing as you in his life..how did he get so lucky?

• you two had a conversation similar to this while cuddling one night

• “hey hana..”

“hm?”

“Thank you so much..”

“for what?”

“For loving me..being with me..making me happier than I’ve ever been..”

• you stared at him with soft eyes as your heart started to swell

• he’s such a sweetheart…

• you don’t know what you did to have such an amazing lover..

Raphael

• when you two first met he almost immediately gawked at your height

• he felt a bit intimidated because of that aspect but..how can someone who looks so beautiful and graceful, give off an intimidating vibe

• he’s fought tall enemies in his past but something felt different with you

• when you told him you were a goddess, he stared at you with this ‘yeah right’ look

• there’s no way, there’s no such thing

• when he saw your face, he realized you were serious and scoffed in response

• goddess yeah right..

• he wouldn’t exactly try to stick around you but he was intrigued by you so don’t be surprised when you two tend to ‘coincidentally’ stumble upon each other on rooftops

• eventually you two would end up doing more than just small talk

• you two got a bit closer and you got to know the turtle beyond his snarky remarks and passive aggressive attitude

• you were curious about the whole turtle thing so you decided to ask

• he did answer your questions, the story was definitely interesting

• he did have his fair share of questions for you and you happily cooperated by answering

• it took him a bit to process it but he got the gist of it

• you asked him if one day you could maybe meet his family, he said he’ll think about it

• as nice as you are to talk to, he doesn’t know your intentions or anything

• he still didn’t fully trust you

• what was a once in a while meet up became a nightly routine

• he found himself always thinking about you and longing to be around you

• it was sickening, what’s so special about you that makes him come back for more??

• he decided to talk to Casey about these stupid feelings

• Casey was amused at what he heard his best friend explain to him

• “raph..I think you might have a crush” cue Casey laughing to tease the turtle

• “a..crush? Yer messin with me”

• no raph, he’s not

• Raph would lay in bed thinking about this

• he’s never had a thing for anyone before..why her?

• what the hell did she do to make him feel so..vulnerable

• should he tell her? No…maybe? Fuck..

• he didn’t want to admit he had the hots for some chick he randomly met one night

• he already came to terms with the fact that him and his brothers won’t find love

• plus..she’s a beautiful goddess and he’s a…mutant turtle..

• there’s no way in hell he’d actually be her type

• this debate on telling her how he felt has been haunting the turtle for a literal month now

• Casey kept trying to encourage raph to tell her but the thought of rejection and ruining this nice thing he had going for him was huge

• he doesn’t know how she feels and how she’d react

• this shit was terrifying

• Casey brought it up to April and asked her to try and talk to him about it

• April invited Raph over and talked to him, she tried to encourage him and even gave him pointers on how to confess

• Raph was a bit stubborn during the whole thing but in the end, Casey and April were right..he can’t hide this forever

• it’s eating him up from the inside out and it’s fucking annoying

• he eventually manned up and told you to meet him on your rooftop in about an hour

• he needed time to think out what to say and how to say it

• he suddenly got this HUGE wave of anxiety rushing through him

• all that was circling his mind was ‘what if’

• he was so lost in his mental panic and thoughts, he didn’t realize you got up to the rooftop

• you tapped his shoulder and he jumped, quickly turning to face you

• “did I scare you?” You would tease him

• he would sigh a little and shake his head

• “can we talk?”

• he confessed, he messed up here and there by stumbling over words and finding it way harder to talk than when he planned it all in his head

• but in the end he told you how he felt and what do you do? You reciprocate your feelings

• raph paused and felt his heart beating out of his chest

• she..likes him back

• someone pinch him right now

• the biggest feeling of relief washed over him as he heard you return said feelings

• success!!

• whenever you two kiss you either bend down or lift him up

• he doesn’t want to admit he likes it but…he likes it

• he will have moments where he’s soft around you

• he tends to get defensive when you point it out tho

• one thing he loves and won’t admit is when you hug him from behind or surprise him with a kiss

• he ended up bringing you to meet his family eventually, splinter first of course

• the amount of teasing that Mikey planned to put Raph through is phenomenal

• Leo and Donnie were really nice to you and welcomed you to the family

• splinter approves of you and your relationship with the second oldest of his sons

• Mikey adores you! He tends to ask you to lift him up a lot, he wishes he were as tall as you were

• Raph gets jealous easily tho and would steal you away from his brothers

• if anyone accuses him of jealousy, he’ll shrug it off or get defensive

• you do call him short names here and there to tease him

• at first it got on his nerves a little but then he got used to it and just let you be

• date nights with him include nighttime strolls and such along rooftops, stargazing, cuddling and watching movies and nighttime rides

• raph loves taking you on motorcycle rides

• riding it makes him feel at ease and almost free

• when you’re with him while he’s driving, it’s like Heaven

• it’s like a fantasy of you two leaving everything behind and driving far far away to start a life of your own with each other

• oh you got to meet Casey and April!

• at first their reactions were a bit normal like “nice to meet you” “holy shit you’re tall..”

• when they found out you were the one raph had feelings for they instantly got more interested

• so this is the woman who caught raph’s heart

• something that you tend to notice was that when Raph gets tired(sleepy), he’s really honest

• you first realized when you two were cuddling on his bed and he started falling asleep slowly

• he started mumbling randomly, it was quiet but loud enough for you to make out what he’s saying

• “yer amazin..”

“ thank you for lovin me..”

• when you bring it up in the morning, he gives you a confused look

• he remembers what he said, he just felt too embarrassed to admit it

• he means it tho..he adores you with every bit of his being

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

OK I AM OBSESSED

with your goth bf one

so how about an opposite? Aaron with a really femme bf? And meeting the team for the first time

Hello! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it!

Warnings: JJ is a bit ignorant but everyone's accepting, I don't think there are any others :)

Word Count: 1257

“(Y/N)!” Jack exclaimed, running down the stairs, he collided with you as he gave you a hug, causing you to stumble back. “We’re going to Uncle Dave’s house for dinner!” Jack said, “Daddy says you’re coming too?”

“That’s right,” You smiled down.

Jack let out a noise of excitement, “Can you wear your yellow tee shirt so I can match with the one Aunty Penny got me last week?”

“You got it!” You grin, “Come on, we need to be ready for when you’re dad gets back, okay?”

You knew Aaron was okay with whatever you wore to the gathering, but it still made you nervous. You hadn’t met these people before, you didn’t know what they were like. But you knew Aaron and you knew how picky he was with the people he called his friends.

You wore a soft yellow coloured crop top with the short sleeves slightly rolled up, you paired this with a pink tennis skirt and long white socks with a stripe of yellow towards the front and a pair of white sneakers. You put on a black choker and a cross earring in one ear and a black stud in the other.

When Aaron got home from work, Jack tore down the stairs, “Daddy! Daddy look!” Jack exclaimed, he pointed to his tee-shirt, “(Y/N) and I are matching!”

“Oh wow! That’s so cool buddy!” Aaron grinned, swooping down to give Jack a kiss on the forehead before connecting his lips to yours gently. “Hey, Jack, why don’t you go make sure you’ve packed some toys to go with you to Aunty Jessica’s tomorrow, okay?” Jack ran off with a nod.

“You know you’re going to have to go through that later and refold everything he screwed up into a ball and threw in, right?” You said with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

“Yep,” Aaron said, “But it will keep him occupied until I’m ready to go,”

A whole twenty minutes later you were all piling into the car, Jack had started describing the team to you in detail whilst Aaron drove with a smile on his lips. You craned your neck to the back seat and watch as Jack practically vibrated with excitement as Aaron pulled up onto David’s driveway.

“Daddy can I go in?” Jack asked as he fumbled to get his seatbelt off.

“Alright buddy, off you go then,” Aaron looked in the rear view mirror to find that Jack had already left the car. You both chuckled as you undid your seatbelts, shutting the doors quietly behind you. You flattened your skirt before turning to Aaron with a smile, he lightly took your hand in his as led you to the front door. Surprisingly, Aaron let himself in.

“You’d think FBI profilers would be more cautious,” You laughed as the pair of you walked down the hall.

“I have no doubt Dave’s watching us in his hidden security system,”

“And you would be right,” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, Aaron simply rolled his eyes with a fond smile. “I’m Dave,” He said with a smile, extending his hand towards you, you happily shook it.

“I’m (Y/N),” You say, returning the smile.

“Ah, so he’s the boyfriend?” David asked with a gleam in his eye which only grew at Aaron’s slight blush as he nodded. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,”

“Come on, let’s go see what mischief Jack’s got up to,” Aaron said, Dave gave him a knowing look as he walked off in direction of some more wine (mumbling to himself about a woman named Emily and her ability to chug wine ‘like it’s her job’).

Introductions all went smoothly, I mean sure, it was a bit awkward at first, but then Penelope commented on how much she loved your skirt and, well, the ice was broken. The other blonde lady seemed nice, but a tad off-ish with you, but you didn’t comment on it. For a lot of people, you being so feminine confused them. And often they came to terms with it.

You were currently speaking with Spencer and Penelope about technology (well, you and Penelope were sharing stories about Aaron being terrible with technology whilst Spencer took Aaron’s side).

Jack approached you all with big grins, “Uncle Spencer, Uncle Penny, did you notice? We’re matching!” Jack exclaimed, pointing at himself before pointing at you.

Penelope gasped, “And look! My dress has a little yellow on too!” She said, showing a small yellow flower.

“I’ve got yellow too!” Spencer grinned, pulling up his left pant leg, his yellow smiley face socks on display.

“Yay!” Jack grinned, “I’m going to see who else is matching!” And with that, Jack ran off.

“Ah, I didn’t know there was a dress code,” Derek said sadly as he walked up to you all, “I would have worn something yellow otherwise,”

“Don’t worry! I’ll find something for you!” Jack said, before running off and picking a small yellow flower before handing it to Derek. “Now you match too, Uncle Derek!”

Your eyes wandered across the garden as Aaron watched the encounter with a smile. Turning your gaze back to the group you were stood with, making sure to keep an eye on Aaron just in case he needed anything. Shifting yourself so that you could see him easier, you saw as the other blonde lady, JJ as you had been informed, walked up to Aaron.

“Hey,” JJ smiled as she sat next to Aaron, who replied with a ‘hello’. “You don’t mind if I ask some questions about (Y/N) and your relationship, do you?”

“As long as you’re not offensive, I don’t mind at all,” Aaron answered honestly.

“Are you… Does that make you straight, then?” JJ asked.

Aaron shook his head, “No, I’m Bisexual,”

“So is he a she?” JJ asked with furrowed eyebrows. Aaron bit back his sigh, she was just uneducated, he reminded himself.

“No, he just feels comfortable in female clothing,” Aaron said.

“Does he wear men’s clothing too?”

“Sometimes, when he feels like it,” Aaron said with a shrug.

“But he’s not a woman?” When Aaron shook his head, she nodded slowly, still processing the information.

“He just using clothes to express himself,” He explained slowly, “The same way as everyone else, the only difference is that some of the clothes he uses is also “women’s” clothing,”

“Okay,”

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” JJ said, “It might take me a minute to wrap my head around it, but he does look really good dressed like that and if he enjoys it, who am I to judge?” Aaron said nothing but did give a quick quirk of the corner of his lip in acknowledgement. “Thank you for explaining it,” She added quietly.

“Anytime,” Aaron gave her a small smile, “Now, if you excuse me, I have to go find my boyfriend and pray he hasn’t told any embarrassing stories about me,”

“Now this I have to hear,” JJ grinned as she stood up, Aaron let out a snort as they began to make their way over to you.

“Hey,” He said, kissing your neck and sliding his hands around your waist, making you shiver slightly. Barely holding back a smirk, he turned to his team members, “So what embarrassing stories has he told about me?”

“I was just about to tell them the incident with the toaster, actually,” You answer.

Aaron paled, “Oh God...” He mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You wouldn’t,”

“Try me,” (You did.)

[greeks-life]

Not The Legacy We Thought (USWNT X Brady Reader)

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: Tom Brady, the infamous NFL Quarterback has another little sister? Reader is Nineteen and playing for the University of Michigan, when she is called up to play with the USWNT.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ! : Anxiety, Light Swearing, Fluff

𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 :) 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗧𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮 𝗶𝘀 #𝟭𝟮, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 #𝟭𝟮 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗧𝗼𝗺’𝘀 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗮 𝗕𝗮𝘆 𝗕𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘀 :)

— — —

Four siblings, one a very famous NFL quarterback for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. You always have looked up to Tom as your hero, your big brother. Playing for University of Michigan for women’s soccer is amazing, but sometimes the comments on how you got accepted just because of who your brother is can be overwhelming.

Tom always has told you that he didn’t have a hand in getting you accepted into UM. Always saying that if he did have a hand into getting you in the University of Michigan you would certainly know it.

You and Tom always got along, from surfing and playing golf, to playing video games and cooking food. It didn’t matter what the two of you did, but somehow you both really clicked together. Not that you didn’t click with Maureen, Julie, or Nancy, but you just had this titanium tight bond with Tom.

When the rumor was going around that you might be getting the call to play with the USWNT for the 2020 Olympics, Tom was the first person that you told. He flew up to Michigan for a few days to see you on his off days, both of you waiting anxiously for the call.

On his third day in Michigan that’s when the call came in. Putting Vlatko on speaker for you both to hear what he had to say. When the USWNT coach told you had made the team, Tom took you out to celebrate. Your older brother got a little out of control, from announcing all over his social media accounts to even throwing a huge party for you.

You had been playing soccer since you were a little kid. Your parents Tom Brady Sr. and Galynn Patricia Brady always made sure you had everything you needed to be the best you could be. Yes, sometimes they could be a little bit much, but they just wanted you to be happy.

When watching the USWNT on the TV you always focused on the midfielders. But, you couldn’t help taking a personal liking to Tobin Heath, Ashlyn Harris, Kelley O’Hara, Ali Krieger, and Christen Press. They intrigued you a lot from their playing styles to their silly demeanor off the pitch.

— — —

Now here you were at the hotel for the first camp before the Send Off Series. You had been assigned to room with Tierna Davidson, but when you got to your room she wasn’t there.

Looking at the clock you saw you had a half an hour before the team meeting. So to pass some of the time you decided to unpack, that is until your phone dinged, signaling you of a new text message.

Putting down your UofM hoodie to pick up your phone, smiling at the text message your brother had sent you.

 “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you texted him back. “𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐨𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆.𝐎.𝐀.𝐓. ! 🐐🏈”

Tears from laughing so hard filled your eyes at his response.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐘/𝐍/𝐍. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬. 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐃 , 𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ! ⚽️Ⓜ️“

You were just in the middle of responding before he texted you again. “𝐁𝐔𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐏! 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐘 #𝟏𝟐 !”

Deciding that things could be left said like that, and only having twenty ministers remaining before the meeting started you decided to head down to the conference room to see who was there.

— — —

Once in the conference room you saw that Head Coach Vlatko Andonovski and the rest of of the staff were in there, you introduced yourself to them.

“Hi my name is Y/N Brady, i’m the new midfielder.” You smiled softly, as you stuck your hand out to Vlatko.

“Of course ! It’s great to finally meet you in person Y/N ! You can get settled wherever you’d like, the others should be arriving shortly.” Vlatko had told you with a soft smile of his own. The staff had introduced themselves, before you had sat down in a chair in the back row of chairs.

A few minutes later your new team members started to file in. Some gave you confused looks and others simply just smiled at you. You were happy that they hadn’t drilled you with questions yet.

Well, that was until a certain blonde defender chose to take the seat next to you. “Hi i’m Emily Sonnett, but you can call me Sonnett or Sonny.” She smiled brightly at you, with her hand held out to shake yours.

“Y/N Brady.” You returned the smile as you shook her hand with a firm shake. Turns out some of the teammates around you, were in fact ease dropping on your introduction.

“Like as in Tom Brady? Tampa Bay Buccaneers Quarterback? Tom Brady?” Turns out the person who had sort of figured you out was USWNT Vet Alex Morgan.

You nodded slightly with a shy smile on your lips. “Yeah he’s my older brother.” You said softly, your anxiety spiking up inside you slightly by the new found attention. You knew you would have the spotlight on you sooner or later, but you didn’t think it would be that soon before someone figured you out.

“That’s so cool!” Sammy Mewis said as she came to sit by you with her sister Kristie. Noticing how shocked you were by the sudden attention, Kristie discreetly told Sammy to calm down a little.

About ten minutes later the rest of the team which included Tierna, Megan, Crystal, and Rose had walked in. Seeing the whole team come in Vlatko started the team meeting.

In the first fifteen minutes of the meeting Vlatko was talking about how excited he was to be coaching this amazing team. Then came the shoe you were waiting to drop had dropped.

“We have a new member on our team as you all see. This is Y/N Brady, make sure to give her a warm welcome.” He nodded your way, which caused everyone to turn to look at you.

“Hi..” You gave a short wave with a small smile. On the pitch your a total monster who strikes fear even into the ones who had a reputation to be a total beast. But off the pitch? You keep your emotions to yourself and only share what you feel with a select group of people (Tom being the number one person you go to).

Vlatko decided to take the spotlight off of you, saving you for only the next half hour to an hour before personal questions would be sprung on you.

— — —

At dinner you were sitting with Sonnett, Rose, Tierna, Sammy, Lindsey, Kristie, and Lynn. You had connected with Sonnett and Tierna the most. You were all laughing at a tiktok of Kevin Hart and Pete Davidson when Kelley, Tobin, Christen and Alex walked over to your guy’s table.

“What are you kids laughing at ?” Alex asked you all with a raised brow and a amused smile on her lips.

“Y/N showed us this tiktok of Kevin Hart and Pete Davidson at someone’s house.” Sammy told the vets when she finally calmed down from laughing so hard.

“Can we see it ?” Kelley asked you with a curious tone. Your head nodded, before handing her your phone so that they could watch also. A minute later Kelley handed you back your phone with a amused grin.

“We just wanted to let you guys know that team bonding is in our room tonight.” Christen said softly, before glancing at you with curiosity in her eyes.

“I’ve convinced Chris to let you guys decide amongst yourselves who gets to pick the movie. Also Chris agreed to let you guys bring snacks this time.” Tobin chuckled as Christen grumbled under breath with a playful eye roll to the older forward.

“Y/N want to pick the movie ?” Lindsey immediately asked you. Everyone around you looked at you waiting for your answer with either curious looks or small smiles.

“Uh yeah sure i’m down for that.” You nodded as you slipped your phone back into the pocket of your joggers. The vets returned back to their seats, as you and the rest of the young ones resumed your conversations.

— — —

You and Tierna walked to Tobin’s and Christens room which was only at the end of the hall by the elevators. Once you both were let in that’s when Crystal and JJ called you over to where some of the Vets were hanging out.

Making your way over to one of the beds, you sat down slowly as Megan made room for you to sit. “So, Brady how do you like the team so far ?” Megan asked you with a tilt of her head.

“Great actually. Everyone I met really has been very welcoming so far. No one’s really pushed the being Tom Brady’s sister subject yet, so that’s nice.” You played with the ring on your left middle finger, it was from your birthday. It didn’t have any gems on it, but you loved it because Tom had gotten it for you not only for your birthday but because you had just received your 20th cap for UofM.

“Glad to hear that, because if they weren’t I would be putting the fear of God in them.” Becky joked with a bright grin on her lips. The statement had caused Pinoe, JJ, Crystal, Carli, and Abby to start laughing.

“Brady’s actually really dope !” Sonnett defended as she heard Becky’s statement. Crystal and Abby laughed while the other three playfully rolled their eyes at the young defender.

Just then Tobin, Christen, Kelley, and Alex walked through the hotel room door. They all came to join the other Vets on the bed. That’s when Christen had decided to be first one to push the subject you hadn’t want to push yet.

“So what’s it like being Tom Brady’s little sister ?” Christen had asked you as she made herself more comfortable on the bed. You had wondered why Tobin and Christen were late to the team bonding meeting when it was in 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 hotel room, but you opted to answer her question.

“It’s great, besides the press following us around nonstop when we hangout. It gets a bit to much for the both of us, especially during our seasons.” You nodded along with your answer, as you continued to play with your ring.

Christen was going to ask you another question, but Tobin had cut her short of it. “So what movie did you pick for us to watch ?” Tobin asked as she smiled at you. She knew by the way you avoided eye contact when the family subject came up made you more anxious. In the future you would have to thank her for being so attentive to detail.

“I was thinking Venom.” You grinned brightly which did not go unnoticed by your older teammates. Oh how they would find out why that movie made you beam up would shock them all to hell.

“Well then let’s get to watching it then !” Kelley beamed, as she made herself comfortable on the bed.

— — —

You ended up on the floor with the rest of your young teammates, occasionally you would peak at your phone to see the score of Tom’s ongoing game.

The movie had just reached the middle, when you started to get sleepy. Your eyes fluttered shut for a few minutes then opened again. Leaning over to you Kristie told you to go to sleep, you argued with her in hush whispers before you had fallen asleep mid retort.

— — —

Waking up around 6 am, you grabbed your phone to look at the text message your brother had sent you when you were sleeping.

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 ? 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐘/𝐍/𝐍 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬 ! 𝐖𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🏴‍☠️ 𝐆𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐝 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 !”

You laughed quietly as you put the back down. That’s when you noticed that you were back in yours and Tierna’s hotel room, which means either Tierna or a Vet had carried you back.

You figured that you had a few hours before breakfast, so you just stayed in bed and thought about your future with this team. Maybe in the near future you would be more open with them, but you were still testing the waters with them. What made you curious was how Christen was acting around you yesterday, it was like she was trying to make you uncomfortable.

You definitely had a lot to learn about them, but you were all in to do so. You thought about how you were starting to feel a little homesick already, Michigan has been your home for two years now and you certainly enjoyed the life there. About ten minutes later you started to drift off, until a soft knock to your hotel door brought you back to being semi awake.

𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 :)



[beyondspaceandstars]

A Simple Housewife

Relationship: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Warnings: non-graphic violence, angst Summary: Mob!AU - A new member starts getting too friendly with you one night, forcing Bucky to show a side of himself you’ve never seen before. And possibly never want to see again.  A/N: in my list of favorite AUs right under soulmate!au is mob!au........idk why i can’t explain it but I love it it’s such good content. and i realized well i can contribute to it as a genre so here I am lmao. (also, for reference, the work contains college-age peter parker - i aged him up fyi)

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You liked how you two worked as a team. Bucky liked to hold meetings at your home, and you liked to host them. It was an unspoken agreement every time he’d come home and rattle off who was going to be around the next night.

These instances always sent you into a frenzy, but a good kind of frenzy. It gave you something to do. While a simple housewife per your husband’s request, these events meant you could fill your days planning menus, table settings, wine pairings, grocery shopping… It was therapeutic in some ways and even nicer knowing it would be appreciated.

His men loved to fawn over your perfectly cooked food or premium hand-picked wine and you simply adored it. While it sometimes rubbed Bucky the wrong way seeing you all giggly over compliments from other men, he typically let it slide. It was never very serious and certainly never went beyond sweet comments. You embraced your hosting duties while pretending to ignore the conversations that would go on in the next room after the meal, much to Bucky’s content.

The night had started like any other. Bucky came home the previous day and told you there was going to be a meeting tomorrow night and to expect to host ten of his men. That seemed like such a smaller crowd than he normally had over, so you inquired, curious.

"Only ten?" You asked, already rushing to grab your pen and paper for the planning.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, we’ve got someone new coming on and I don’t want to overwhelm him."

"A new guy?" Your eyes lit up. "You mean someone who hasn’t tasted my lasagna?"

Your husband couldn’t hold back the chuckle at your innocent awe. Moments like these made him wonder how someone so warm could ever deal with someone like him. 

You weren’t totally clueless about his career, you knew at least a general description of what he did for a living, but, on the other hand, you hadn’t ever seen it. You roughly knew there were… multiple sides to him but those all seemed so distant, so pointless, at the time. In this home, with you, he was just Bucky. Your Bucky. Your husband. The one who showered you with love and appreciation.

"Yes, doll," your husband confirmed. "There’s someone who hasn’t had your famous lasagna."

"Wonderful!" You clapped and started writing out the menu. "Are there any requests? I certainly don’t want to mess anything up. God forbid the new guy thinks I’m a bad host or something."

You heard Bucky sigh as you continued making your notes. A hand came to your shoulder softly, halting your actions. You turned to face your husband, who was looking down at you with a soft smile, easing your worries nearly completely.

"Everything is going to be just fine," he said, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. You helplessly melted into the touch. "There’s nothing to worry about."

***

You were running around the kitchen like a mad man when Bucky came home the next night with a couple of men already following behind. He called out to greet you like some cheesy sitcom entrance. You force yourself to halt your panic, knowing it was in your best interest to go greet him and the first guests. Smoothing out your apron, you double-checked nothing would explode in flames upon your absence and made your way to the foyer.

"Hi, honey," you smiled as your eyes landed on your well-dressed, sophisticated-looking husband. For all the time spent together, he never did fail to make you swoon simply by just standing there.

"Hey, doll." Bucky matched your smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek knowing you would stress even more if he dared to smudge your lipstick.

When you two parted, your eyes wandered over your husband’s shoulder to the two men standing in front of the door. The one staring at you two exchanging welcomes you recognized right away as your husband’s right-hand-man Steve. Ever so strong and important looking.

But the boy standing next to Steve was a mystery. He was a bit smaller than them both but still had some height on you. This didn’t take away, though, from this timid look. He gazed around your home seeming so in awe of it all. He didn’t realize you were staring at him until Steve nudged him.

Bucky picked up on your curiosity and immediately jumped into introductions. Motioning towards the boy, "This is Peter. He’s the new member I was telling you about."

"Oh, of course," You smiled, outstretching your hand. Peter accepted the shake, a little on the enthusiastic side. "Very nice to meet you."

"It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Barnes." The boy responded, holding slightly too much eye-contact, but you couldn’t blame him.

Your hands disconnected and you chuckled at the formalities, waving a hand in dismissal. You told him to call you by your first name. "The whole misses thing feels so serious," you insisted.

Peter just smiled, a twinkle in his eyes almost. He seemed to relax at your casualness. After the introductions, you led the men into the front room, offering up drinks and hors d’oeuvres. They helped themselves as you started to make your way back to the kitchen. For some reason, you decided to look back at the group. Your eyes met Peter’s immediately. The other men didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in some conversation as they poured their beverages. You simply smiled at the boy and headed back to the food.

It wasn’t too long after the first arrivals that the rest of the members started arriving. You didn’t have time to personally greet them all but Bucky assured you that was never necessary. You two had your own things to run, he liked to joke.

With everything places — food, silverware, centerpieces — you called the men into the dining room. They oohed and awed at the spread of lasagna, bread, veggies… All food groups were represented, you thought. As predicted, they began praising you for the meal as if it was the first time in their life that they’d ever eaten and it made you giggle. These were some of the toughest people you’d ever known and yet a simple baking dish of pasta and sauce could amaze them.

Once everyone was seated and digging in, you took your seat at the other end of the table, directly across from Bucky. As you began passing around the bread, you surprisingly found Peter sitting next to you.

"They made you sit down at this end?" You asked, handing him the breadbasket. Usually, the members dreaded sitting near the wife. While they were all so kind, in moments like these, they’d rather be at the other end looking so important.

"New guy," Peter shrugged, taking a piece of bread and moving it along.

"I thought this meeting was, like, for you," you said, cutting into the slice of lasagna one of the other men were so kind to serve you.

"No," he shook his head, beginning to eat. "At least that’s not how Mr. Barnes described it. Doesn’t matter, though. It’s just nice to be here."

You smiled, delighted by his optimism, having not seen many new members in your time with Bucky. "I hope the foods okay. I got nervous when Bucky said there’d be someone new coming around."

Peter scoffed as if finding your worry crazy which eased your mind a little. He took another bite of food. "This is easily one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time."

"Thank you, Peter," you said, taking a sip of your wine. Peter copied your motion, looking at you above the wine glass rim as he sipped.

"You did everything, yeah?" He asked, holding his wine while motioning towards the tables and surroundings. "Foods, plates, all of it?"

You nodded, probably coming off a bit more eager than you should’ve, but you couldn’t help yourself. Sure, Bucky’s guests loved to compliment your cooking but no one ever acknowledged the other pieces put into the meal.

"I try to change the table setting every season," you said, "and I like the food to be seasonal, too. There are some lovely markets around and I just adore browsing them… Oh! And the centerpieces, I got the flowers there, too…"

Your rambling died down as you caught Bucky staring at you from the other end of the table. One guy was trying to talk his ear off but he seemed interested in your conversation. Curiously, you started eying your husband back as you picked at your food. His face held an unreadable expression but, eventually, his eyes left yours and were now more focused on the one sitting next to you.

Appearing oblivious, Peter continued the conversation. "Well, I think the flowers are a nice touch," he said. "Pretty flowers picked by a pretty girl."

Your heart skipped a little at that comment. You couldn’t ignore the fact it was quite bold. While you were away of the gazes you got sometimes and the possibility you were talked about behind the scenes but to say it here? At the dinner table? With your husband just in earshot?

But at the same time, you had to consider, he was nice and probably just trying to butter you up hoping for a good word put in with the bossman. There was no doubt people thought they could get to Bucky through you but, in reality, you didn’t stick your hands in any of it. Nope, you just married into it.

Not completely sure how to respond, you simply accepted the compliment, "Well, thank you. That’s very sweet."

Peter smiled at your words, looking a bit proud of himself. You turned back to your plate and tried to eat your meal in silence.

Once everyone was finished, the group started making their way out of the dining room. You shooed them, promising to be out with coffee in a bit.

You were deep into cleaning, having finally carried all the dishes from the dining room to the kitchen when someone entered.

At first, you didn’t explicitly hear them as the faucet was running heavy from your battle of scrubbing dishes. Suddenly, you could sense a presence right behind you at the sink. Turning around, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Peter, looking almost amused at scaring you. You were surprised and also… not surprised.

"Sorry," you let out a breathy chuckle. "I didn’t hear you come in."

"That’s okay," he said and motioned towards the dirty plates lining the counter. "Do you need any help?"

"Oh," you frowned. "Shouldn’t you be in the meeting with everyone else?

He shook his head, "Mr. Barnes doesn’t want to start until he’s had coffee."

"Well, you can let him know it’s brewing away," you said, trying to keep your tone serious as you could. You turned back to the sink, praying he got the hint.

He hadn’t, you realized, as Peter came around to stand at your side, leaning against the counter. He stood, arms crossed, watching you.

It was weird — actually, this entire situation was weird. You didn’t think anyone but you or your husband had been in this kitchen before let alone actually know where it was in your home.

Despite how odd you found it, the last thing you wanted to be was rude. You didn’t want to think about what could ensue from your husband losing a guy.

"It’s kind of sad, Mrs. Barnes," Peter crossed his arms, seemingly ignoring your previous request to call you by your first name. You glanced at him, confused. "You’re so kind to do all this and none of them even offer to help you clean up."

"Oh, no, It’s okay-,"

"It’s really sad," He repeated, completely cutting off your attempt at a defense. You frowned and went back to cleaning the plates, praying your attempt to ignore him would encourage him to walk out. There was a weird feeling growing in your gut.

"Such a pretty girl shouldn’t have to do so much," Peter said, softly. "It’s not fair to you."

And that’s when you felt it. His hand slowly came up to rest on your lower back. You immediately tensed under his touch, mind spinning. What the hell had you ended up in? Should you have tried harder to get him out? Gosh, but he seemed so harmless-

His hand started inching upward and then back down, creeping a little lower each time with the motion. With your stance frozen, all you could do was focus on the soapy water in the sink, unsure of your next move. He took the hesitance as a chance to close the gap between you two. A few more shifts and he could have you fully pressed against the sink.

But before you could even ponder about his next move, the swinging kitchen door busted open. You both flinched at the sudden noise but Peter didn’t seem to move. You looked over to find it was Bucky in the doorway, gun drawn and pointed directly at Peter.

Your heart sank when you saw the weapon. Sure, you knew there was weaponry stored in the home but you had never definitely seen it. You could sometimes make out outlines of guns in suit pockets but now you were on the other end of one. While it wasn’t meant for you, with your poor positioning, a single shot and you could be taken down. And by your husband-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bucky finally spoke, never taking his eyes off the person nearly towering over you. The gun was very steady, just like his words. But everything else about him was unlike anything you’d ever witnessed before. His eyes were dark, his features so harsh. This felt like a man you had never seen before.

"We were just talking," Peter answered. His voice was casual but you could feel a slight tremor in his hand. Or maybe that was just your body shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t tell. "I offered to help her clean up."

Bucky cocked the gun. "Get your hands off her."

"Honey," you spoke softly, your voice slightly cracking from the tears that were beginning to form. "Please put the gun down."

"Not until he gets his hands off you, doll."

"Bucky, please." He wouldn’t look at you. He was determined to look beyond you and it scared you to death.

"You have five seconds to back away from her," Bucky took a step closer. "Or I’ll be forced to mess up my girl’s lovely kitchen."

You gasped at the sharpness in his voice, the entire darkness of it all. You started begging under your breath, hoping whoever or whatever heard the helpless prayers.

Finally, after what felt like hours to you, Peter stepped away from you. You turned to look back at the copy water where your hands were still submerged. They shook as you removed them and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

Regaining some composure, you backed away from the sink and turned to your husband. Bucky still had the gun pointed at Peter, completely focused on him. Slowly, you approached him, your hands raised as if surrendering. You just needed to get the gun put away and then you could run to your room for some solitude. Fuck the other people probably oblivious, just relaxing and joking in your front room. This was typical business for them, they probably encountered your husband’s dark demeanor day in and day out, but this was going to take a toll on you.

"Honey, his hands are off of me," you whispered, slowly tiptoeing closer. "Put down the gun."

"He put his hands on you, doll," Bucky was answering you but he somehow sounded so distant, so consumed. "I let someone into this house that was going to do God knows what to you."

"No, no," you shook your head and you meant it. You didn’t think Peter was totally malicious. Just someone with a crush, high off excitement in a new place. "I really don’t think he meant harm."

"You’re too kind," Bucky scoffed. "You’re too kind, too innocent, too naive-,"

He held the gun stronger, seemingly preparing to shoot any second now. You were at the end of your rope with the realization. The waterworks were flowering uncontrollably now.

"James," you said, anger breaking through the tears. He seemed to freeze ever so slightly at your usage of his first name. "You really want to do this in front of your wife?"

Something clicked. You could feel it, you knew it. He didn’t answer and instead slowly lowered the weapon, placing it on the counter. Your husband turned to you. Seeing his opportunity, Peter sped past you two out of the kitchen. Neither of you really registered it. You were staring at one another, watching each other even begin to realize what had happened.

Now you were actually clueless. Were you meant to talk about this? Or did you just deal with it in time? The silence was killer but all your mind could focus on was the coffee machine that had gone silent, telling you it was done brewing. It was such a stupid, random thing to even focus on but you felt like your brain would explode if gave anything else the time of day.

"The coffee is ready for your meeting," you said, pulling off your apron and throwing it on the counter. Bucky watched you as stormed out of the kitchen, looking completely stunned and equally clueless.

You sat at your vanity in the bedroom. Thankfully you were able to avoid the front room, having no desire for anyone to see you in with mascara running down your cheeks.

You furiously scrubbed off your make-up despite it already almost off from the tears. Your emotions were just all over the place at this point. You didn’t know if you were angry, surprised, sad…

Mostly, you realized, you felt dumb. You could parade around being a little housewife, pretending she lived a normal life with a normal husband who had a normal job but that just wasn’t it. That wasn’t your reality in this moment. As much as you knew what his career entailed, seeing it up close like that was a whole new level. You thought you knew. You thought you knew so much.

You were just finishing changing out of your dress when the bedroom door opened. In the mirror, your angry eyes met Bucky’s worried ones. He entered slowly, shutting the door behind him. Part of you was pleased with this situation. He chose to check on you, pausing his meeting, but at the same time, you didn’t know if you could deal with anyone right now.

"How are you doing?" He finally spoke up, voice cutting through the tension.

You scoffed, "I just saw my husband pull a gun on a person in our fucking home."

Bucky shook his head and made his way over to the bed, where he sat at the edge, facing you. He wanted to get at you for swearing but much worse things had happened tonight that he didn’t know the point in it. Bucky never wanted to bring anything like that home.

He didn’t take care of that kind of "business" in this house. The meetings were routine, typically check-ins, but any deals or assignments were handled off the premises in fear of something turning ugly. He just wanted to keep you from that ugly. His sweet, soft wife who got excited over making lasagna and picking apples at the farmer’s market was never meant to be thrown into any of this. Especially not in the kind of way that just went down.

"I didn’t mean for that to happen," Bucky said. You rolled your eyes and turned quickly in your chair to face him. He ignored your attitude. "He had his hands on you. He was practically on top of you. Do you understand that? Please tell me you understand how that would make me angry."

"God, Bucky, you pulled a gun on an unarmed person!" You exclaimed. "I understand you were upset, I completely get that, but what… What was that? Who was that?"

His head tilted, confused, questioning. You shook your head in disbelief. Did he not even realize the mode he went into? The whole other person he seemed to encompass in those few minutes?

"You… you weren’t yourself," you mumbled and averted your gaze to your fingers which were fidgeting, restless. "You were scary. Disconnected. I didn’t know that person."

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He got up from the bed and walked over to where you were seated at your vanity. He crouched down, trying to get you to look at him. Your heart pounded furiously at his close presence.

"You shouldn’t have seen that," He said. "You shouldn’t have seen any of that, doll."

His hands came to grasp yours. You wanted to pull away but you weren’t fast enough. He gripped your hands firmly as if scared you were going to vanish. Your head was swimming with even more confusion as he avoided your questioning.

"Can you even explain yourself?" You asked, finally looking up at him. Bucky’s worry seemed to have melted away and was replaced by something you once again couldn’t put your finger on.

He shook his head. The grip on your hands got tighter. "You have to understand when things come up I must act accordingly."

You didn’t understand but you had to understand. You knew you did. He was right. While jarring, that other side of Bucky did exist out there and he was probably the reason he could be so successful. And while that was something you could work on accepting, you didn’t want to see it in your home.

But for now, you didn’t want to deal with it. Emotions for you both were running high and there was no telling what could come out of your mouth anymore. You’d come back to it and work it out. There was no way you could avoid it. You didn’t think you could ever be scrubbed clean of what you saw.

"Okay," you mumbled and felt his hold on your hands loosen. "Just… Please don’t bring your work home for the time being. We can discuss this in the morning."

Bucky nodded, running his hand from your hands to your shoulder, lovingly. He mumbled okay and you sighed in relief.

For a second you wanted to just sit there, engrossed in the comfort his touch was bringing, completely and fully enjoy that you had your Bucky back, but then your brain remembered the people downstairs.

"Oh, honey," you said, "the guys are probably waiting for you."

"No," Bucky’s head shook. "I sent them home. You’re more important."

You melted at the words. Yes. Confirmed. Your Bucky was back to you. The man you loved and gave everything. He was putting you first.

"You didn’t need to do that," you mumbled, bashfully. Bucky chuckled at your reaction.

"Of course I did," he insisted. "I was worried. I never wanted you to see that. You didn’t sign up for that."

"No, Bucky, I really didn’t," you shook your head.

He sighed, "And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

You looked down again, suddenly worried you were putting too much guilt on him but at the same time, that felt silly to even consider. You weren’t sure anymore. The day was overwhelming as the minutes continued.

"Could we just go to bed now?"

Bucky removed his hands from your shoulders and stood, allowing you to get out of the chair and make your way to the bed, under the fluffy comforter. Your husband watched, waiting until you were comfortable.

"I’ve got a few phone calls to make but then I’ll come to bed, okay?"

You nodded, eyes shut already halfway into your dream world. You heard Bucky chuckle as he turned out the lights and shut the door quietly.

You lulled yourself to sleep, head still spinning from the earlier acts. The whiplash your husband gave you was starting to catch up but how much more could you think about it? It’d come back and you’d have to deal but for now, you could pretend. At least while you slept, you could go back to putting that distance between yourself and any side of Bucky that wasn’t husband Bucky. For just a bit, you could pretend you didn’t know so much.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

taglist note: i chose not to tag in this work b/c it is an AU and was unsure if people were comfortable with being tagged in such.