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Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo Part 29

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Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : MDNI, mentions of memory loss, guilt, mentions of car accident, anxiety, angst, trauma

Matt’s POV

Picking Nate up from the airport with Nick and Chris was a nice break from the whirlwind of thoughts that had been consuming me. He looked exhausted after his flight, so we agreed to head straight home so he could crash for a bit. The ride back was full of the usual routine, Nick making jokes, Chris trying to keep Nate awake by asking him random questions. But I barely joined in. My mind was elsewhere, stuck on things I didn’t want to think about.

Once we got home, Nate headed straight for the Chris’ room, mumbling something about needing a few hours of sleep before he could even think straight. I just nodded, feeling the weight of my own exhaustion, even though I hadn’t done much all day. Just eat and drive.

I went up to my room and lay down on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My mind was all over the place, it was all one tangled mess. No matter how much time had passed, being around Y/n today had brought it all back. Seeing her sitting across from me in that cafe earlier.. how I blurted out her order without even thinking… it felt like a slap in the face, but it was me slapping my own face out of pure stupidity. I was trying to keep my distance, but there was this pull, like no matter how hard I tried to let go, part of me just couldn’t.

I don’t know how long I lay there, just lost in my own thoughts. It felt like minutes, but it ended up being hours. Everything was a blur until I heard a knock on my door.

Chris walked in without waiting for an answer - classic Chris. "Yo, you good?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I mumbled, though we both knew I was lying.

He didn’t push it. "We’re thinking about going to Topgolf. You wanna come?"

I hesitated. The last thing I wanted was to be around people, especially since my mind wouldn’t shut up about Y/n. But I needed the distraction. I couldn’t keep lying here, spiraling.

"Yeah, sure" I said, sitting up and running a hand through my hair. "I’ll go."

Chris grinned, clearly happy with my answer. "Alright, let’s go then. Nate’s already hyped about beating everyone."

I forced a small smile, but inside, I felt like I was barely holding it together. Maybe a few rounds of golf would get my mind off things, or at least, I hoped it would.

We pulled into Topgolf and headed inside, grabbing a booth on the top floor. As we settled in, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling building in my gut. This was the same booth we’d been in when Y/n came with us. I hadn’t been here since that day, and now it felt like everything was rushing back all at once, like the past was coming back to haunt me.

I logged into my account on the screen, waiting for the players to load, and there it was, her nickname, still saved as a player. A flood of emotions hit me hard, like I was drowning. I felt sick. Everywhere I turned, there was a reminder of her, and I couldn't seem to escape it.

Trying to focus, I sat down on the seat, but my mind was spinning. Everything about this place, about today, felt wrong. Nate stood up to take his first shot, when he suddenly turned around and asked:

"How's Y/n doing Matt? Has her swing gotten better since the last time?" He laughs.

My body froze up. My mind scrambling for what to say. I’d forgotten Nate didn’t know everything that had happened.

"Uh.." I started, but the words got stuck in my throat. What could I even say? That things were beyond complicated?

Nick must’ve sensed the tension, because he quickly jumped in. "She's doing alright. She was in a bit of an accident so just getting back to normal, you know?"

Nate nodded, oblivious to the weight of his question. "Oh god sorry to hear.. You two were pretty close for a while there."

I felt Chris glance at me, but I avoided his eyes. "Yeah.. we were" I muttered, focusing on the course ahead. The words stung more than I expected.

“I’ll talk about it another time, man” I said to Nate, my voice low. “Maybe when my head's clearer.” He nodded, sensing that now wasn’t the time to push it, and thankfully didn’t bring it up again. "Shit, I should’ve asked Madi to come" Nick said, already calling her on FaceTime.

I could hear their conversation from the side, his voice casual. "Can we go to the beach after?" Nick asked. "Madi said she’s near Venice, that she could meet us there."

Venice Beach. Of course. There was just no escaping it. It felt like the universe was messing with me, constantly reminding me of Y/n, of everything I’d lost or maybe never even had.

I sat back, staring out over the range, feeling like I was being pulled in two directions. Was this a sign I was meant to take? Something telling me to face the truth, or just a cruel joke from the world reminding me of what I couldn’t have?

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the Topgolf range as we wrapped up the session. Chris was all smiles, having beaten Nate this time. The light banter between them helped ease the tension I’d been feeling, if only for a little while.

We piled back into the car and drove toward Venice Beach. The ride was mostly quiet, the chatter from earlier dying down as we all settled into our own thoughts. I kept my eyes on the road, trying to focus on anything other than the mess swirling in my head. I wondered what Y/n was doing now.

When we got to Venice, the sky was pitch black. We parked near the skate park and met up with Madi, who was waiting with a smile on her face.

She greeted us with hugs, and Nick immediately looped his arm around her, walking ahead as they chatted. We walked toward the beach, the sounds of skaters in the background mixing with the ocean’s waves. I kept my distance, trying to act like everything was fine, but the more I looked around, the more restless I felt.

Being here wasn’t helping. If anything, it was making things worse.

As we walked along the beach, Nate fell in step beside me. He didn’t say anything at first, just quietly observing. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Hey, man" he started, his voice low, "you wanna talk about Y/n?"

I hadn’t expected him to bring it up so soon, but I guess Nate always knew when something was off. I hesitated, staring at the sand beneath my feet, trying to figure out if I was even ready to say everything that had been eating at me. But avoiding it wasn’t going to help, and maybe talking to someone outside of it all would give me some kind of perspective.

"Yeah" I finally said, letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. "I guess it’s time I told you everything."

We slowed our pace, letting Nick, Chris, and Madi walk ahead. I glanced at them, making sure they were out of earshot before I began.

"It’s complicated, man" I said, shaking my head. "Y/n and I… we were something before her accident. I don’t even know if I can call it a relationship, but it felt real. Then she lost her memory after it, and it’s like she doesn’t even know who I am anymore. Alex.. her boyfriend at the time.. remember? Well he was there when she woke up in the hospital, and she thought she was still with him. And I.." I paused, trying to keep my voice steady, "I just didn’t fight for her the way I should have."

Nate looked at me, frowning. "Wait, so Alex just slid back into her life like nothing happened?"

"Yeah" I said, bitterness creeping into my tone. "And I didn’t stop him. I didn’t push, didn’t tell her how things really were between us. I just.. let it happen because I thought she needed space. But now I realize I probably screwed everything up."

Nate nodded, processing everything I was saying. "And she still doesn’t remember you two were together?"

I shook my head. "Not really. She’s been around us but I don't know if she’s putting the pieces together slowly.”

Nate ran a hand through his hair, clearly taken aback by everything. "Damn, man. That’s a lot."

"Yeah, tell me about it" I said, letting out a frustrated laugh. "I just don’t know where I stand anymore. Should I push? Should I let her figure things out on her own? It’s killing me, being around her and pretending like none of it ever happened."

Nate clapped a hand on my shoulder, a serious look in his eyes. "I can’t pretend to know what that’s like, but if you care about her, really care, you can’t keep sitting on the sidelines, man. Maybe it’s time you stop letting everyone else make the moves."

His words hit me harder than I expected. Maybe Nate was right. Maybe I’d been standing still for too long, waiting for something to change when I should’ve been the one making the change.

We caught up to the rest of the group, and I could see Chris running ahead along the sides of the water like a dog chasing a bone.

"Wait, why doesn’t Y/n like fish again?" he asked.

"It scares her when they swim around her feet" I said, laughing a little as the memory came back to me - the small reminder of her, her little quirks, what makes her her.

Chris continued to run ahead, and Madi laughed next to me, unable to control her laughter at the way Chris was running. The beach was nearly empty, and for a moment, I wished more people could’ve seen it like this. Venice was peaceful and quiet tonight. It felt like we had the beach to ourselves.

I glanced around, taking it all in, but that’s when I saw her.

It couldn’t be.

There’s no way she’s here too.

She was leaving.

Fuck.

I have to go after her.

Y/n’s POV

I slammed the door to my car, letting out a heavy sigh. I didn’t even need to think about where I was going, muscle memory took over, guiding me down streets I had driven hundreds of times before. I didn’t bother with Google Maps, I could do this journey in my sleep. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, the feeling of numbness settling deeper with each passing second. Every thought in my head was blurred, but somehow the path ahead was painfully clear.

After what felt like short drive was actually an hour. I turned into the near empty parking lot. LA Kings Valley Ice Center. It was almost surreal seeing it so quiet, the lot nearly deserted, like it was waiting for me, offering me solace. Apparently I hadn’t been here in years, yet it felt like only yesterday that this place had been my second home. A sanctuary. A part of me I’d given up without realizing what I was losing.

For him.

I parked my car, sat there for a minute, and just stared at the building. It loomed in front of me, a reminder of everything I used to be, everything I could have been. The memories of countless hours spent on the ice flooded back, laughing with friends, perfecting routines, pushing my body to its limits. A life I’d left behind, foolishly, for someone who had no place in my future.

Stepping out of the car, I headed toward the front desk, a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension swelling inside me. The older man at the desk smiled at me as if he recognized me, and I couldn't help but smile back, though it felt half hearted. I asked for a pair of skates, and he handed them over with ease, no questions asked.

Walking into the arena, I could hear the familiar hum of the ice machine in the distance. There were two people skating on the rink, a man and a woman, moving leisurely, chatting as they circled the ice. As I stood there, watching them, they drifted off toward the stands and finally out of sight, leaving the entire place to me.

I was alone.

Completely alone.

The feeling of solitude was oddly comforting, like the universe was giving me space to reconnect with the person I used to be, the girl who thrived on the ice, who had dreams that went beyond a relationship or the approval of someone else. The arena was mine tonight. No distractions, no noise. Just me and the ice.

I sat down on the bench and laced up my skates, tightening them carefully, just as I’d done a thousand times before. It felt like a ritual, grounding me. When I stood up and took that first step onto the ice, it was like nothing had changed. The cold air brushed against my face as I glided forward, the sound of the blades cutting through the ice was the only noise in the massive space. It felt like slipping back into an old, beloved routine. How could I have abandoned this?

I started skating faster, gaining momentum with each stride. My heart pounded, and for the first time in days, I felt alive. The ice beneath me seemed to fuel my every movement, my body responding as though no time had passed at all. I weaved across the rink, testing my limits, pushing harder and harder. My muscles remembered every motion, every turn, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I could have traded this feeling for something so fleeting, so shallow.

The thought made my stomach churn with regret and anger. I sacrificed so much for someone who betrayed me, who wasn’t even worth the sacrifice in the first place. The realization stung, but it also fueled me, made me more determined.

I thought about the tricks I used to practice, the ones I’d nail after hours of trying and failing. The triple axel came to mind, one of the hardest, but the one I’d obsessed over. Could I still do it?

I skated faster, building up the speed I’d need for the jump, my mind and body trying to sync. I bent my knees and launched myself into the air but the landing was rough, unsteady. I stumbled out of it and nearly fell, my breath hitching in frustration.

"You know you can do it, Y/n" a voice called out, breaking the silence.

I whipped my head around, searching for the source of the voice. There, standing just outside the rink,

Matt.

I blinked, unsure if he was really there or if my mind was playing tricks on me. He was leaning against the barrier, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

“What.. what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice shaky as I stood up, brushing off the ice.

"I knew you'd be here" Matt says, his voice steady.

"Wait, how did you—" I start to ask, but before I can finish, he cuts me off.

"I know you better than anyone else, Y/n," Matt interrupts, his eyes locked onto mine with a quiet intensity that leaves me speechless.

I shake my head, overwhelmed. How could he possibly say that? How could anyone claim to know me when I don't even know myself anymore? The last few weeks have been a blur of confusion, pain, and revelations that have turned my entire world upside down. I feel like a stranger to myself, piecing together memories that don’t feel like mine.

"You don’t know me, Matt." I say, my voice trembling slightly as I take a step back, trying to create some distance. "Not anymore. I don’t know if i'm the same person I was before."

He looks at me, his face softening, like he understands more than I want to believe he does. "Maybe not" he admits, stepping forward slowly, careful not to push. "But I know the you standing right here, right now. The you who comes to this rink when the world gets too heavy. The you who still feels at home on the ice, even if everything else feels out of control."

His words hit me harder than I expected. The weight of them presses down on me because he’s right. As much as I want to push him away, to tell him he’s wrong, I can’t. Because in this moment, standing here on this rink, in the place where I’ve always felt the most like myself, he sees me. Maybe even more than I see myself.

But then I really deep it, trying to hold back the emotions building up inside of me. I’ve been holding everything in for so long, trying to be strong, trying to figure it all out on my own. But with Matt standing there, looking at me like he can see through all the walls I’ve built, I feel exposed. I don't understand why he’s here though. All he’s done is act cold towards me for the most part. I skate off the rink into the stands, almost in embarrassment.

"I don’t even understand why you’re here, Matt" I finally say, my voice cracking slightly. The words are more vulnerable than I meant them to be, but I can’t help it. I need answers, and I need them now. "What are you doing here?"

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just stands there on the edge of the rinks stands, his expression unreadable. The tension in the air is thick, and the silence feels unbearable.

"I’m here because I couldn’t stay away any longer. I need to tell you everything." Matt finally says, his voice quiet but steady. He looks at me, really looks at me this time, and something in his eyes makes my breath catch. "I know you're confused, Y/n, and I don’t blame you. I should’ve been more honest with you from the start, but everything got so messed up."

I stare at him, trying to process what he’s saying, but it feels like my brain is working against me. "But why?" I ask, my voice almost pleading. "Why didn’t you try? Why didn’t you tell me?"

Matt sighs, and for the first time, I see the vulnerability in him, the cracks in the wall he’s been putting up. "Because I thought you deserved better than to have your life thrown into even more chaos. I didn’t want to confuse you or hurt you more than you already were. Everything was my fault.”

"Your fault? I know everything that happened with Alex, thats not your fault Matt." I say, the words heavy as they leave my mouth. My voice is more uncertain than I intended, and I don’t even know if I’m saying it for him or myself. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you in the hospital, it was all just so overwhelming. But I'm confused about where you come in. What we were.. I just don’t understand it."

Matt stands still, watching me closely. His face doesn’t give anything away, which only makes this more frustrating.

"I feel this pull to you.." I continue, trying to find the right words, even though they feel like they’re tumbling out awkwardly, "And I don’t know why. I feel stupid because you can't even look at me properly."

I stop, catching my breath. The weight of it all feels suffocating, like I’m drowning in a past I can't fully grasp. My heart beats faster with every second of silence between us. Why isn’t he saying anything?

I take a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. "Why didn’t you fight for us?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why didn’t you try?"

Matt looks down, and for a moment, I think he’s not going to answer. But then he looks back up at me, his eyes filled with regret. "Because I was scared" he admits. "When you lost your memory, I didn’t know what to do. I thought maybe it was better to keep my distance. You had enough going on, and I didn’t want to make it worse. I had lost you once, I was afraid I was going to lose you again. I blame myself for the accident."

“What accident?” I interrupt, my frustration boiling over. I can feel my hands trembling, my heart racing. “Everyone keeps saying there was an accident, but no one wants to tell me what it is. What happened before? What happened during it?” I take a shaky breath, the words spewing out before I can stop them. “Can someone please just give me the fucking answers?”

Matt’s voice breaks through the silence, heavy with guilt. “Y/n, you were hit by a car.” The words hang in the air, an anchor dragging me down into a sea of confusion.

“What do you mean?” I whisper, feeling the world around me blur as I struggle to grasp what he’s saying.

“We were at a party” he admits, his eyes filled with an agonizing regret. “I should have kept you safe. I was the one who was supposed to be there for you, and I failed.”

“What happened?” My voice trembles as I try to piece it all together.

Matt’s expression darkens, and he takes a shaky breath. “You ran into the street. I tried to get you off the road, but I was too late..”

He stops, his throat tightening as he presses his hands to his face, fighting against the impact of memories. I can see the pain etched across his features, and I want to reach out to him, to reassure him, but I’m frozen, trapped in my own whirlwind of emotions. His words cut deep, and I feel a mix of anger and sadness wash over me. How could he carry this burden alone? I want to scream that it wasn’t just his fault, that I made my choices too.

“Matt, you shouldn’t beat yourself up over this, its not like you were the one driving, you could’ve never prevented that..” I finally get some words out.

He shakes his head, tears pooling in his eyes. “You should have never been in that situation. If I hadn’t pushed you away.. if I had just told you how I felt instead of running from it, you wouldn’t have been on that road in the first place.”

I take a step back, trying to absorb everything he’s saying. The fragmented pieces of my life start to form a picture, but it’s still so hazy.

“Please, just tell me what happened” I plead, my heart racing. “I need to know. I need to know it all. From whatever we were to the accident. I need to know it all.”

He looked up at me, I could see the sorrow in his eyes as he nodded at me.

"The night we met.. We clicked instantly. It was a double date. You and Alex. Me and Emily. There was this connection, like we just understood each other. I remember everything about you.. the little things, I remember your fears and that your favourite colour is green."

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly grappling with the weight of what he’s about to tell me. "We had seen eachother a bit after that, in group settings.. I held a party in my place, Emily actually invited you and Alex. Emily was a mess that night, it was almost like you could see the cracks in my relationship with her too. I could see them in yours too. Our bond only grew stronger that night. There was this one night that changed everything in my eyes. Emily asked me to get her purse from your place. You’d been hanging out the night before and she left it in your apartment by mistake. She got invited by Alex to go out to celebrate his captaincy so she needed it. It was the same night Alex got into that fight. When you opened the door, I could tell you’d been crying, and it killed me to see you like that. I thought about you the whole way home. So after I dropped Emily off at the club, I went back to check on you."

He smiles faintly, as if remembering the night. "I brought you back to my place. We all ended up playing Mario Kart together. Me, you, Nick and Chris." He glances away, a shadow of regret crossing his face. "That's why I was so off the other night.. I felt like I was reliving that night again but in all the wrong ways. But that original game night.. Y/n I can’t explain how much comfort I felt just being near you. I would've kissed you that night, Y/n. I wanted to. But then Nick came in, talking about that fight Alex had gotten into, and the moment was gone. I took you to the hospital since that's where Alex was, and the four of us waited there all night."

His voice softens, and he looks away for a moment. " When I left you and Alex at home, Emily gave me hell for being around you. So I had to cut you off. But.. the feelings I had for you didn’t go away. They never did."

I feel a tightness in my chest, as if my heart is trying to process all of this, the weight of it pressing down on me like a storm.

“I should really thank Nick for a lot of this, because the two of you got close really fast, and no matter what I had going on, he still always included you. He invited you to Topgolf with us one night when I was meant to be keeping our distance. He actually overheard Emily give out to me that night about you. Told me I was stupid for listening to her. It was almost as if he knew I had feelings for you then and there, he never was really fond of Emily. But her and Alex were out of the country together on a school trip , our friends Nate and Madi were coming along that night too so it seemed like no big deal. And I knew deep down I wanted to be around you.”

"Being at Topgolf.. I’ll never forget it.." Matt lightly chuckles, “You were swinging the club as if you were playing mini golf.” He breaks out into a laugh. My jaw drops, “Oh my god.. I’m so embarrassed” I say, covering my hands with my face. "Don’t be embarrassed.. It was cute..” Matt continues. “I helped you with it and you swung like a champ straight away. You didn’t win or anything now but I could see the improvements thanks to me.” He grinned. I gave him a light hit on the arm, the feeling of butterflies bulling through my stomach.

“Chris wasnt ready to go home so soon, so we went to Venice beach..” We locked eyes with eachother hard. I wonder if he knew I was there tonight.

“We were walking alone on the beach, everyone went ahead into the water. It was just the two of us and I loved every second of it. Being by your side again felt.. freeing. I wanted to kiss you so badly that night too, but then Chris had this whole jellyfish thing." He lets out a bitter laugh. "Even then, I couldn’t get enough of you. You opened up to me that night, told me about giving up skating for Alex."

I stare at him, my mind racing as he speaks. These pieces of a past I can’t remember, the fragments of a life that still feel foreign to me.

"I could just picture you on the ice." Matt says softly, his voice full of admiration. "You were so sad you stopped training for the Olympics. I just wanted to see you happy again. So the next night, I rented out this ice rink right here, just for you. And god, Y/n, if you could’ve seen how you lit up that night. I kissed you. That night, I kissed you, and my god was it euphoric. I stayed in your place that night and we were just inseparable since. Going for brunch, hanging out all the time.."

My breath catches in my throat, but Matt looks away again. I cant believe he’s done this all for me. He tries to speak again clearly struggling with what comes next. "It wasn’t just a crush. I cared about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone. I wanted to protect you, to be there for you.. but I couldn’t even do that right."

I can see the pain in his eyes, the rawness of his confession. The words he’s about to say feel heavy, like a weight hanging between us.

"The night before Alex and Emily came home from Europe, Nick and Chris went to our friend Tara’s party.." he begins, his voice quieter now. "It was just the two of us in my house and you told me that Alex and Emily were cheating on us. I thought that was it. Our way out. I thought we could leave them and be together, I thought it would happen anyway, Youd made it clear you were done with Alex but I know how hard Emily could be, but I was ready, Y/n. I was ready to walk away from Emily and start something real with you."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. All the confusion I had been feeling, the pull towards him, it suddenly made more sense.

"But then…” He stops as he reaches in his jean pocket, pulling out a piece of jewellery and handing it to me. An earring, my missing earring. “It must’ve fallen off in my bed when you passed out that night" he said, his voice softening but struggling to get the next sentence out. "You’ve never know this part.. but Emily found it before I could confront her about Alex. She didn’t even give me a chance to explain. She blackmailed me, Y/n. She told me that if I left her, she'd ruin your life. She’d tell Alex everything, twist it, make your life a living hell. I know what shes capable of, so I believed her." Matt’s eyes finally met mine, full of regret. "I didn’t know what else to do. I was a coward. I should’ve walked away, should’ve fought for us right then, but I didn’t. She told me I had to act like nothing ever happened, and that I could never see you again. She made me go to that party with her the night.. I didnt expect you to be there.. Maybe I can give out to Nick for this part of the story since he invited you along to this one.. My world stopped when I spotted you. It was awful. You were so clueless to everything. I knew you say me sitting with Emily. I was torn by what I wanted to do and what I had to do.. I found you in the bathroom.. I told you that what we had was a mistake.. That it was over."

My heart clenched at the memory of his words, even though I couldn’t fully recall them. It was like an emotional scar that hadn’t healed, even if the details were hazy.

"You were devastated, Y/n. I saw it in your eyes. And I’m not going to act like I wasn’t devastated too, even though I had to pretend then." His voice broke again, and he took a shaky breath. "I shattered your heart in that bathroom. And then.. you ran. You ran into the street."

I could see him reliving it, the horror flashing across his face. His hands trembled, and he brought them to his face as if trying to shield himself from the memory.

"I tried to stop you. I tried to yell at you from the balcony.." he whispered. "The last thing I heard you say was that you loved me. I know you were about to say you thought I loved you too, but I cut you off. I told you to get off the road... and then-"

He couldn’t finish the sentence. His breath hitched as he choked back the words, pressing his palms against his face like he was trying to push the pain away.

I stood there, frozen, my thoughts racing, trying to make sense of everything. The accident. The way he’d pushed me away just when its evident I thought we had something real.

"It’s my fault" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "All of it. You were only on that road because I made you believe what we had wasn’t real. But it was, Y/n. It was the realest thing I’ve ever had. I’ve never experienced anything like you. And I’ve been grieving you ever since."

His confession hung heavy in the air, suffocating me with the weight of the truth. All the anger, confusion, and longing I’d felt since waking up in the hospital crashed over me like a tidal wave.

“And I’m so sorry I never fought for you. I know I should’ve, but then Alex appeared in the hospital. And you couldn’t remember me. He was acting like you were still together. You had no memory of us, I caused you enough pain as it was. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

I looked at him, my heart pounding as the reality of his words sank in. Matt's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought it would be easier for you, that you could heal without me dragging you back into the chaos. But I was wrong. I was so wrong."

There was a silence between us, thick with unspoken words and feelings that had been buried under layers of hurt. I could see the regret etched across his face, the guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders.

"I thought I could forget you, that maybe it would make everything simpler," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "But you’re unforgettable."

He stepped closer, the desperation in his eyes mirroring my own. "Y/n, I’ve spent every day since that night wishing I could take it all back. Even how I acted so standoff-ish around you. It’s because I love you. I always have.”

“I want to show you that what we had was real, let you relieve it all. I want to fight for you, if you’ll let me.”

a/n: we have one more part :(

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nnajiro · 6 months ago

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sano manjiro

warnings?flufffff

feelings?toomany;-;

a/n?mikeys first cuddle...?

earlier today mikey invited you to sleep over at his house, saying you will have fun because he has games and movies you two could watch.

so with no worries you accepted your boyfriends invitation, thinking of how this would be the first time sleeping over at him now that your relationship is official

"how the heck are you so good at this game?!"

almost like growling at you he exclaimed while he was pressing the buttons on his controller angrily

"you just suck at games mikey"

you proudly said, your eyes never leaving the screen. he sighed annoyed at how good you played and let his controller down, placing his head on his palms

"ohhh come on mikey why the long face?"

he just shrugged off your question and suggested eating before going to sleep, which you accepted happily. after eating some proper food you gave him the snacks you bought for tonight, his favourite sweet bread and taiyakis! you would've bought dorayakis too but he already has a box filled with them in his room

so after he ate everything his eyes showed tiredness more than ever.

"you can sleep in the bed, i will take the couch"

if you could be honest, you were actually sad when he said that, you expected a night full of time spent with him, but you guess that couldn't happen with this sleep lover

after you made yourself comfortable in his bed, you watched as he tried to find a comfy spot on his couch, making you feel honestly bad. your mind was filled then suddenly with the idea and the wave of feelings it came with that you could both sleep on the bed

"mikey? are you still awake?"

he squirmed, as he hummed in response

“m’alright, just can’t find a nice spot”

he said as the squirming intensified

“mikey, come over, let’s sleep together”

and so a long silence brought up, it was so silent you could’ve sworn you could hear your eyes blinking

but not after too long you heard as he picked himself up and came closer to you, placing himself in the spot you scooted away for him to have

he was quite shy, as he just sat there, looking at the ceiling. meanwhile you looked at the brim outline of his face since the darkness of the room layed over the both of you

you slowly moved closer, placing one hand on his chest and your head on his shoulder

“why are you so shy”

you asked just as shyly, hearing his little chuckle you smiled as he embraced you with his now soft arms

“because you are all i want”

and with that both of you went into a deep slumber

ooold draft that i added to ;)

#mikey imagines #mikey x reader #sano manjirou #tokrev mikey #tokyo manji revengers #manjiro x reader

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derangedanomaly · 7 months ago

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Hi, was wondering if I can do another reqest! In this one, undertale, Underswap, horrortale, and underfell with a reader who is a doctor. Like, the best of thr best doctor. In this scenario, could you do one where reader comes home after a 17 hour shift and just grabs them, still in their work close, and just cuddles them where the bros are. No words, no noise, just grab, snuggle, sleep!

Hope you are having a good day!

MASTERLIST

THE BROTHERS X DOCTOR READER

(Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Horrortale)

UNDERTALE

You were tired. More so than often, and couldn't stand it anymore. You just want to go home, snatch your boyfriend, and relax under the covers.. it would ultimately be more rewarding than anything.

You sighed in relief when the clock on your wall signalled that it's the closing hour... Finally, you could leave. It's not like you hate your job, quite the opposite actually! But today just felt more like a chore...

SANS:

After you arrived home, you were met with the figure of Papyrus tending to the kitchen. "Y/N! WELCOME HOME!" You smiled tiredly at Papyrus. He was probably cooking up some Spaghetti. "Yeah, we ended a little earlier." You went into the living room and stood still, staring at the two figures lumped on it. Sans, laying the back of his head on the armrest of the couch, sleeping, and Frisk. They were staring at you with a small smile. You waved at them, then decided to finally let your mind just doze off...

You crashed onto Sans' lap, and hugged him close, closing your eyes.. yes, you missed this. Frisk seemed to be surprised at this sudden act of affection from you, as they gazed at you with opened mouth. You slowly felt your mind drift off before you succumbed to sleep.

Sans lazily opened one eye, staring at you on his lap. His cheeks gained a blueish color. Looks like his doctor worked themselves to the brim. He smiled even wider, if it was possible, and wrapped one arm around you, before deciding that it's just not enough, and bear hugged you.

Papyrus went into the room, about to announce that the dinner is ready, until gawking at you two. Him and Frisk shared glances, before he decided you needed to be alone. "Come On Frisk, Let's Go Eat Dinner.." he tried to be the quietest he can, as he took Frisk's hand and led them to the kitchen.

PAPYRUS:

You smiled after you arrived home and smelled Papyrus' food floating around the air.

He probably didn't heard you, because you did not receive any greeting, while you were taking off your boots. You went into the kitchen area, and saw Papyrus absolutely engulfed in his cooking. He's sometimes too cute...

He jumped a little when you wrapped your hands around him, hugging him from behind. "Y/N! I DIDN'T EVEN HEARD YOU!" Papyrus' turned around, and hugged you right back.

He picked you up, to hold you a little better. He seemed to beam with excitement when he hugged you. "HOW WAS WORK TODAY?" You hummed, tired just from the mention of today's work. "Tiring..." Papyrus had a worried face when he heard that, and fully faced you. "WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO TO BED? I CAN ALWAYS SUPPLY TODAY'S DINNER IN THE FRIDGE FOR YOU FOR LATER!" You only hummed, not really listening, as the thought of sleep covered your whole mind.

Papyrus was still talking, and you loved to listen to his ramblings! But not today. You cupped his skull, which made him immediately stop his constant rambling. "Oh.." he gazed into your eyes. You softly smiled and kissed his skull.

His whole face flushed orange, as he couldn't look at you with embarrassment. "H-heh...I....u-uhm..." This is probably the quietest you've ever heard him.

"Papyrus....." He was hooked on your words, staring back at you. "Let's go to bed.." "Of course!" He was quick to listen to your words, and left the kitchen, with you still in his arms.

UNDERFELL

You were so goddamn tired. You just couldn't stand it. All you wanted was to just go home, and crash your boyfriend with hugs and cuddles.. it would definitely be more rewarding than anything.

You sighed in relief when the clock on your wall signalled that it's the closing hour... Fucking finally, you could leave. It's not like you hate your job, quite the opposite actually! But today just felt more like a pain in the ass...

FELL:

You yawned when you reached your home. You can't wait to reach your boyfriend... You passed through the door, greeting Papyrus who sat on the couch reading a magazine of some sort. He nodded at you, but quickly resumed his reading.

You went up the stairs, reaching your boyfriend's bedroom. Sans jumped up when you abruptly opened the door. "JESUS! My god sweetheart... Don't do that." You couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Sans' face. "Sorry...not." he playfully rolled his eyes and chuckled.

He looked at you with anticipation when you went up to him and sat on his lap. His skull flashed red, as he grinned flirty at you. "Shush...long day.." was all you had to say for Sans to lay with you on his bed, your body on top of his.

You laid for a bit, with comfortable silence...until- "How are you?" "Goddamnit Sans, I just wanna sleep. Shush..." He laughed lightly at your attitude, as he wrapped his arms around you securely.

EDGE:

You yawned when you passed through the big door, your eyes already looking for a certain skeleton. You just can't wait to be crushed with cuddles. You beamed when you saw him sat on the couch, reading a magazine.

"Papyrus.." this got Papyrus' attention, as he looked at you with happiness. "Ah! MY NUMBER ONE!" You giggled at his silliness, and engulfed him in a hug. Papyrus seemed to quickly melt into the warm hug, as he contently sighed.

"A LONG DAY, HUH?" You only nodded, already feeling yourself drift off. He chuckled at your tired state, as he let you cling to him. "Sweet Dreams.."

UNDERSWAP

You were so utterly exhausted... Today was a hard one.. You just want to go home, snatch your boyfriend, and relax under the covers.. it would be so much more rewarding than anything.

SWAP:

You didn't even step a foot into your house, when you were suddenly tackled by your favorite skeleton. Sans!

You smiled tiredly at him, which he returned with a concerned look. "Welcome home, Y/N! I figured you'd be tired after work, so.. I made you Tacos!" Your mouth watered at the mention of Sans' cooking.. especially Tacos. They were seriously so good!

"That's really nice of you, Sans! But can we just...." He was looking at you expectant. "Lay down?" His whole face beamed at you as he quickly nodded. "Of course!"

You flashed red when he picked you up as if you weighted nothing, and went with you upstairs. What a sweetie...

CARROT:

You yelped when you almost tripped over the laying figure of Papyrus, near the door.. how can he just fall asleep so easily like this? You sighed, not having enough energy to scold him. You're that Sans is gonna do that anyways when he finds out.

"Oh, hey Sweetpea. You're back early." Papyrus lazily smiled at you. You nodded, sighing yet again. "Yeah...we had a short day today, I'm really tired..." Papyrus jumped up when he heard that. "Then let's relax together!" He seemed almost ecstatic, when he threw you over his shoulder, making his way upstairs.

You giggled at his eagerness. "I was afraid you'd never ask.." you could almost doze off just by laying on his shoulder.. he then gently laid you down on his bed, laying on top of you and hugging you close. His cheeks were painted with an orange color, as he just relished in the feeling of your body against his. "Sweet dreams..."

HORRORTALE

Work in Horrortale was so unbelievably harder....you felt like dying right here right now. Today was especially hard.. You just want to go home, and hide under the covers.. it would definitely ease you more.

You let out a sigh of relief when the clock on your wall signalled that it's the closing hour... Finally, you could leave. It's not like you hate your job, it's just that at the surface... it's not as dangerous as in the underground

HORROR:

You went out of the hospital, about to leave, but was stopped by the looming figure of Sans. He gazed at you with a permanent smile etched on his face. Despite the creepiness this giant always held with him, you felt more than relieved to see him here. You ran up to him and crushed him with your hug. "Sans! You came to walk me home?" Sans nodded, and carefully returned you your hug. He still felt like as if you were made from glass... The thought that Horror doesn't want to hurt you made you feel butterflies.

During your walk, you explained him how much tired you feel today, you just wanted to lay down, and sleep. After your brief explanation, Sans suddenly picked you up from the ground, and sat you on his shoulders. Your cheeks flushed red. "Sans..you don't have to." He shook his head. "You're tired...sleep.." he spoke as he led the whole way home, seems like you were too tired to deny him, as you felt yourself drifting away..

The last thing you heard Horror mumble, before succumbing to sleep, was; "Cute.."

AXE:

You beamed up at Papyrus, when you saw him standing outside the hospital, waiting for you. "Paps!" You went off, running towards him. "HUMAN!" He extended his arms, as you crushed into his hug. How lovely was it to see him!

"I DECIDES TO ACCOMPANY YOU ON YOUR WAY HOME, AS I'M AFRAID OF ANYTHING HAPPENING TO YOU, WHILE WALKING THROUGH HERE." You couldn't help the blush creeping up on your cheeks, when you heard how considerate he was. That's Paps alright. "Aww, thanks Paps." He nodded, taking a hold of your hand, and walking towards your destination.

"I'm tired Papyrus...today was really stressful..." Papyrus frowned at the sound of that, as he thought about the solution to this problem.. oh, he came up with an idea! Truly a brilliant idea! Unless you won't like it... "WELL IN THAT CASE- WOULD YOU LIKE TO START WITH YOUR SLEEP RIGHT NOW?" You looked at him in confusion. Right now? But you're in the middle of walking..

You quickly figured out how Papyrus meant it, when he picked you up bridal style, and carried you all the way home, in his arms... You won't lie. It was probably the most comfortable sleep you've had in awhile.

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #sans x reader #horror sans x reader #horror papyrus x reader #swap sans x reader #swap papyrus x reader #fell papyrus x reader #fell sans x reader #papyrus x reader

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violetszone · 1 year ago

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At Home With Me

Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: It was one of the rare days that Carlos spent at home but he hardly spent any time with you and it really upset you.

A/n: It's been a few days since I wrote this, but I didn't have time to share it because of the lesson camp I went to.So I tried my best I hope you like it

Warnings: not edited writing

Of course the days you spent at home with Carlos were numbered.When your boyfriend wasn't racing, he was out for practice and testing almost every day of the week. Of course you wanted him to be successful and you knew these were small steps to success.But you still wanted to at least sit down and talk a little bit, you didn't expect much.

Carlos decided to stay home this Friday, you didn't know exactly why, but when you woke up in the morning you were so happy to see him in bed that you couldn't help but hug him.He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you "Good morning darling, what's going on" you could understand his reaction because of course you didn't always wake him up, sometimes you woke up on his alarm in the morning and at least you wanted to see him before he left.

You shrugged and got out of bed as you went to the bathroom and called out "I just feel like today is going to be a good day, that's all" you walk out of the bathroom with your toothbrush in your hand and realize that Carlos has already left the room.You thought probably he went down, of course you guessed right, he already went down and started doing his daily sports already.

You stood by the door leading to the backyard "Would you like me to prepare breakfast for you" Carlos called out without disturbing his position "No, I'll take care of myself, thanks, even don't wait for me, eat it" even though it was a bit of a disappointment to hear it, as he said, you prepared something for yourself and went out to where he was. You ate your breakfast by sitting at the table a little far from where he was doing his sport and start watching him.

When he finished his sport, he came to you and you had already finished your breakfast and were reading a magazine.He said he'd take a shower and then have breakfast, and placed a kiss on your cheek.You were trying not to upset yourself, after all, the hour was earlier, the day had just begun.

Of course, nothing went as you had hoped, after Carlos had his breakfast, he went outside to do a few errands. When he came back it was late afternoon and when you offered to prepare dinner he said he had already eaten, you were really upset

You left Carlos in the living room to enjoy yourself and went upstairs and read until evening. You didn't think about what Carlos was doing until that hour. When he entered the room and sat on the bed, you looked at him with a pout,he stroked your hair "Are you okay baby, you haven't been out of the room for hours" as you closed the book and placed it on the dresser next to you, your eyes were on the clock. it was already 10 o'clock.

You said "I'm fine let's go to sleep" and turned off the light on your side and settled on the bed with your back to Carlos.Of course you weren't sleeping, your eyes were open and Carlos knew that, he turned on the light and when you stood on the bed and turned to him, he pulled you into his arms.

No matter how angry you were with him during the day, you still felt better when you hugged him, so you wrapped your arms around him and laid your head on his shoulder.Slowly stroking your hair, Carlos said, "I'm sorry I haven't been paying attention to you all day." You looked into his eyes, it was enough for you to him saying that.

You hugged Carlos tighter. "It's okay, you had work to do." Carlos shook his head in disapproval."I still had to make time for you honey I'll make up for it tomorrow I promise you" His words were so sincere and you knew he was a man of his word.You smiled and thanked him and placed a small kiss on his lips.

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not-magdi · 1 year ago

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●Injured ●

Summary: Pablo trying to care for his stubborn and hurt girlfriend.

Warnings: none

Words: 897

A/N

I don't like it, I don't know why but I don't like it somehow

You broke your ankle while trying to switch a lightbulb a few days ago. After being too proud to ask your boyfriend Pablo for help, the uninventive happened, and you fell.

Hearing your scream and seeing you lay on the floor scared Pablo shitless.

And after it was clear that you would have to go to the hospital, it was over for Pablo. The whole way there, he couldn't stop fussing about you, asking if you were in pain every five seconds, holding your hand, and so on.

You found it adorable how much he cared about you. He made sure you were sitting comfortably and didn't let you lift a finger if he was in reach.

But as much as you loved to be taken care of, it slowly started to annoy you. You were never the type of person to sit still for long periods, so having everything done for you began to drive you mad.

So currently, you're using the chance of Pablo being upstairs to sneak into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. But hearing him come down the stairs makes you panic.

"Amor, where are you?"

"Kitchen!" you answer, signing in defeat.

"Cariño, what are you doing here? I could have gotten it for you."

Taking the glass of water from you, he shoos you back to the couch. You roll your eyes, which does not go unnoticed by Pablo and limp back to the living room.

Coming back from the kitchen, Pablo finds you sitting on the couch with an annoyed look on your face.

"Que pasa amor? Are you in any pain?"

"No. Pablo, I'm fine ok?!"

You regret your harsh tone immediately, not wanting to snap at him. You want to apologise immediately, but Pablo beats you to it.

"I'm sorry that I care for you!"

After that, he rushes off, leaving you alone with guilt, eating you up. After you hear the door upstairs slam shut.

You know that Pablo sometimes takes things more personally than he should. So you try to be careful when it comes to things like that. But today, your temper got the best of you.

Upstairs, Pablo sits in his office chair, slightly offended about how you talked to him. He just wanted to make sure that you are ok.

Seeing you lay on the floor so helpless and in pain, changed something in him. He never ever wants to see you like that again. So he does everything in his power to keep you safe.

The two of you give each other a silent treatment for hours, too stubborn to be the first to give in. You tried to manage to make yourself food on your own. Which turned out to be more difficult than you thought it would.

You somehow managed it, but after cleaning everything up and sitting down again, you felt how cramped your muscles were.

You became a treatment to smear on your sore muscles to prevent them from cramping. The problem is that you can't put it on on your own because you can't reach under your cast that well.

Normally. Pablo always puts it on you before bed so you can sleep in peace, but that won't be an option today.

After sitting on the couch for a bit, you slowly realise how much you actually depend on Pablo.

Feeling even more guilty than before, you make your way upstairs. Wanting to apologise to Pablo for your unfair behaviour towards him.

Challenging yourself up the stairs, you hear noises coming from Pablo's office. Softly knocking on his door, you slowly open it and step into the room.

Hearing the door open and close, Pablo turns around only to see you standing there with a guilty look.

He really wanted to stay mad at you, but seeing you look at him like a kicked puppy made it hard for him.

"You need something?"

Him not using any nicknames hit you harder than you thought it would. He always uses nicknames, so hearing none hurt a lot.

Looking to the ground, you try to find the right words.

"Uhm, I-I wanted to say sorry f-for earlier. I didn't mean to snap at you, you only wanted to help me. I was annoyed that I have to rest so much, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

Pablo's frown softens as he hears you apologise. Now feeling guilty too, he rushes to stand up and wrap his arms around you.

"M'sorry too. I was just so scared when I found you. I wanted to protect you and didn't realise that I was crushing you with my carefulness, Amor," he mumbles into your neck.

The two of you stand in the office for a while, until Pablo hears you hiss as one of your muscles starts to cramp again.

Looking at his phone, he gasps as he realises how late it already is.

"Oh no, we need to put your lotion on. Come on, amor you lay down, I'm coming in a second."

Laying down on your bed, you wait for Pablo to come back. He comes back, seconds later and starts to put the cream on you.

After he was done, he cuddled himself next to you and pulled you onto his chest. Both of you, enjoying each other's warm embrace in a comfortable silence.

#pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi oneshot #pablo gavi x you #gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi #gavi x you

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frickingnerd · 6 months ago

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the day i fell in love with you

pairing: tae takemi x gn!reader

summary: after takemi falls asleep at her desk, you take over the clinic for the day. and she's very grateful when she finds out!

“isn't doctor takemi here today?”

“don't worry, m'am. i'll be taking over for today!”

takemi could hear faint voices when she woke up at her desk. the last thing she remembered was pulling an all-nighter, after an emergency. and it seemed like she had fallen asleep at her desk when getting to the paperwork for said emergency…

“how long was i asleep…?”

takemi rubbed her eyes, fishing her phone out of her pockets and almost dropped it when she saw how late it was. the clinic had opened four hours ago! yet she had been asleep all that time.

stumbling onto her feet, he tried to force herself to wake up quickly. she couldn't just sit around here! and as she rushed out of the office, she stumbled right into your arms…

“mrs. takemi, you're awake–!”

you smiled softly, as you gently held her close. takemi cleared her throat, a bit flustered about bumping into you like this. she was your boss after all, so she had to keep her dignity.

“i know what you're about to ask, but don't worry– i've been taking care of your patients for today! i know i'm just an assistant, but there weren't any cases that required your help today. besides, i figured you really needed some sleep…”

as much as she hated to admit it, you were right. takemi wouldn't have fallen asleep at her desk if she wasn't tired. but that didn't mean she'd use that as an excuse to repeat such unprofessional behavior again.

“oh, there's one more thing–!”

before takemi could react, you rushed into the small kitchen of the clinic, returning with a bento box and a coffee.

“i had some free time earlier today and made you this! the coffee is cold again, but i can heat it up again, while you eat breakfast!”

you smiled, as you handed the bento box over to takemi. she opened the lid, sneaking a peek inside, only to see the vegetables cut into little hearts. even she couldn't help but smile softly.

“i know i don't say this a lot, but i'm glad you're here~”

takemi gave you a peck on the cheeks, before taking the coffee out of your hands.

“after i had breakfast, we'll need to talk about a salary raise for you… and maybe some other things too~!”

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tiredluxz · 27 days ago

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Mi Vida | ONESHOT

Robin Arellano x fem! reader

summary: Y/n and Robin were childhood friends you could even say more than that.

warning: ENLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

mention of death, violence, swearing, etc.

an: this will be my first one shot here so please bare with. Also the story will be third person's POV.

_____

"You pull that shit again I'll break your teeth next!" The young girl spat with anger lace on her voice. She had just finished breaking another kid's nose after he had made a remark about the way she dress, unfortunately the girl wasn't having it and knock him out cold.

Whispers erupt her surrounding but she couldn't care less. Nobody messes with her, especially on the first day. "Y/n." Someone called her name, she turn her head and met with a long brown haired male looking directly at her. "You loca I told you to wait for me." Robin sigh before noticing the girl's bloody fist. "What happened?" he questioned with worry in his tone.

"Some bastard tried harassing me, I broke his nose." She nonchalantly replied as they walk side by side to school. Y/n was just ranting about the person she had just beaten up while the boy just nodded listening to her story. It didn't take long for them to arrive at school.

When they've arrived, Y/n stop midway from her sentence to hug their friend who also just got to school. "Hi, Finney." she greets him with a smile. "Thank God you're here, Finn. Y/n wouldn't shut up about her fight." Robin let out a chuckled after, causing the female to give him a glare before pinching his side.

Finney let the pair be and bid his goodbye before leaving the scene.

The two continued bantering before they heard the school bell ring. "What's your first period?" he asked her before letting go of her cheeks that he just been pinching. "Math." she groan, with her answer the male snickers.

"Well, good luck, hermosa!" he shouted towards her as he ran to his first period class. Y/n only playfully rolled her eyes before also going to her class.

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It was already the last period and Y/n was already dozing off, when the bell ring indicating that it was time to head home. Her classmates left leaving the sleeping girl alone in the classroom.

"Y/n, wake up." Someone poke her head, with an annoyed look Y/n raise her head from her desk to see who the culprit was. It was none other than Robin himself.

He had a shit eating grin on his face as the girl gave him a small glare. "Come on Hermosa your dad's waiting for us." she gave him a confuse look before grabbing her bag. "The fuck you mean us?"

Robin chuckled before walking out the room. "I'm staying with you guys tonight. Ma had a business trip for three days and Tio is busy tonight." he explain to her. "Alright then, don't tell dad that I got into a fight today."

With her words the male chuckled once more, "You were just bragging to me earlier how you beat the guy up." and again she gave him a glare. "I'm serious Rob, I'll murder you if you tell on me."

The boy raise his hands like signaling defeat. "Relax Mi Vida, I won't" with a nodded Y/n gave him a smile before they had arrive.

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Bruce Yamada had gone missing and it had been days. "I still can't believe his missing." Y/n let out a sigh while Robin replied with a yeah. The two were just walking to school. Robin had suggest that they should always walk to school just in case. With the kidnapping going around he wasn't taking any chances.

The pair continued talking to one another on the way to school when Y/n had bumped into someone. She fell in to the ground, thankfully her ass had save her from the fall. "Shit. Watch where you're going shitface." she hissed from the impact.

The other person stood up clearly displeased on what she just said. "You watch where you're going. Hey Arellano! learn to control your bitch." Moose sneer, his words made the male mad.

"Shut the fuck up Moose, maybe you should go home before I beat your ass." Robin threatened to the bigger male, when Mosse's eyes landed on Y/n she mouth the words to him 'He'll fuck you up.'

The male ignored her and return his attention back to the other person. "You think you're so tough, huh?"

"Let's find out."

"I will pound you like a nail, you scrawny little beaner."

"Then do it. Unless you're scared." after his sentence Moose lunged at him swinging his fist, fortunately Robin was fast and easily dodge the male.

He took the opportunity to punch him on his side before kicking him straight to the face. Y/n laugh at the scene before she finally stood up. When Robin had finally manage to throw Moose towards the ground he repeatedly punch him.

Y/n with a grin walk up to them before speaking, "I told you he'll fuck you up." She told the alsmost unconscious boy.

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"Robin, let me treat your wounds." Y/n insisted to the male yet he wasn't budging. "Again no and wait right here." he instructed to her before entering the boy's comfort room.

A few hours had passed before three boys exit the room. Robin must have scared them off because they were leaving in a panic and for a few minutes more Robin and Finney finally came out

"What's with them?" She questioned, "They were teaming up to beat Finn." Robin explained with nonchalance.

"Want me to beat them up, Finn?" Y/n grin before Robin took her head and messed with her hair, teasing her about she wouldn't even be able to handle the three. "Let go, dumbass." A sigh of relief slipped through her mouth when he did as he was told.

"I'm going to tutor Robin tonight, are you coming too?" Finney spoke with a smile on his face. "Yes." She replied.

After their conversation the three parted ways. Well Y/n tailed behind Robin. They head to the store to buy themselves snacks before Finney tutors them.

Walking towards the store the two saw a black van but payed no mind to it and continued approaching the store.

That's when a man clumsily dropped his stuff on the concrete floor. "Oh! I'm such a klutz." He spoke before chuckling. Y/n immediately took no time to help the helpless man, that's when he grabbed her by the hair and spray something in her mouth.

"Fuck! Y/n!" Robin exclaimed clearly surprised but quickly regained his composure, he lunged at the man punching and kicking him. Unfortunately the man had a knife and stab the boy on his side.

When he saw Robin getting weaker he also grabbed him and spray him with chemical on his mouth to also knock him out.

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Robin woke up with a sharp pain in his abdomen. Yeah, he remembered he was stab and taken by the grabber along with Y/n. "Oh you're finally awake. Your little girlfriend here is feisty, I don't normally take girls but oh well." the grabber laugh as if he said something funny.

Y/n glare at the man before shooting Robin a worried look. "Things aren't going according to plan but it soon will. Getting you two was hard, do you guys like soda? I'll get you two a soda." He spoke like talking to himself before leaving.

"Fuck! Robin are you okay." Y/n's eyes were starting to cloud with tears. "Don't cry Mi Vida, I'm fine." Robin reassured the sobbing girl.

Y/n immediately look for something to block the blood from flowing, then she noticed that Robin was missing his bandana. She curse to herself before ripping her long sleeve shirt.

She wrapped the cloth on his wound and thankfully it worked. "What a shitty way to die." Y/n finally let out a laugh. It was a bitter laugh, "At least I'm with you Arellano." She muttered, the male also let out a soft chuckle.

"We aren't dying hermosa. At least I won't let him kill you." He whispered just enough for her to hear, "At a time of death you still manage to flirt with me. You're crazy." She heave a sigh to calm herself.

"You know I liked you right? Like ever since I moved here." Y/n confessed, suddenly having the courage when death was just around the corner. "Yeah hermosa, I knew." With that Y/n put her hand on his cheeks before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

The wholesome moment didn't last long when the grabber entered the room. "My! Sorry for interrupting." He laugh.

"Let us go you dipshit." Y/n stood from the mattress, "For a young lady you have such a foul mouth." The grabber pointed out which made Y/n even more pissed.

"You two did a number on me, and of course naughty boys and girls need to be punished." He stated one more. The grabber revealed the belt he was hold before grabbing the young girl by the arm.

He pushed her on the concrete floor before repeatedly beat her with the belt. Robin with all the strength he got stood from the mattress to stop the grabber.

With the stab wound he didn't able to do much before he was send flying towards the mattress. The girl cried and Robin was helplessly watching his vision getting blurry by the minute.

It went for hours before the grabber stopped and went upstairs. Y/n had already pass out from the beating and Robin was coughing blood. He knew he was already dying. He wiped the blood off his mouth before crawling towards the out cold female. He gently grab and lay her on the mattress.

By a few hours the boy also soon drifted to sleep.

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Robin was woken up by a sound of something being dragged. His eyes widen by the sight he was seeing.

It was Y/n getting dragged by the grabber. "Oops! Didn't mean for you to see this. She was being naughty, she went upstairs and called for help. I didn't like that, naughty girls like her need to punish." The grabber explained, he was still pulling her by the hair while the girl was shouting every curse word she knew.

Robin's eyes were filled with rage as he shouted and ran towards the grabber to attack him. He was then stab in the neck.

The grabber wasn't fully satisfied and stab him multiple times once more.

"What a shame, I intended to keep you longer." He whispered as the light in Robin's eyes disappeared. Y/n's eyes widen, she ran towards the male's body before letting out a painful scream. "Rob! No no no." She repeated over and over.

Y/n continued on crying before the grabber finally spoke. "See what happens to naughty children. Now I need to send him home." That was the last thing she heard before the grabber knock her out.

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Y/n woke up from ringing sound, it was the phone on the wall. She didn't even notice the device at first. Her head was starting to hurt. She then remembered what had just happened.

Robin getting murdered right in front of her. Y/n kneeled on the floor clearly ignoring the ringing phone and continued crying.

When she had finally calm down a bit she took the phone and placed it on her ear. "Hello? Please help me." She pleaded.

"It doesn't work. Well not since I was a little boy." Her breath hitch just by hearing his voice, the grabber gave her a smile through his mask. "What the fuck are you doing here? Haven't you done enough!?" She kept a brave face on yet her heart was beating fast.

"Don't worry, I'm just admiring." He vaguely answered, the statement made the girl uncomfortable but held her head high so he wouldn't see how terrified she actually was.

When he was finally satisfied he left without uttering another word.

After the grabber left the phone rang again. Y/n was confuse by what he told her. Was he lying about the phone being broken?

She pick the device once more and putting it over her ear. "Hello?" She called out. "Hi, Hermosa." The voice on the other replied. Shocked by it she dropped the phone and began sobbing. She couldn't believe she was hearing Robin through the phone. She pick the phone again before stuttering. "Rob, are you there?"

"Yes Mi Vida, please don't cry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you hermosa." His voice sounded the same on the phone. Y/n let out a smile while tears were still streaming down her face.

"You idiot, I-"

"Put that down." His voice boomed through the room. "I already told you it doesn't work." The grabber spoke, his mask was already frowning. It made Y/n's heart almost stop beating.

She literally was terrified, she was praying for him to leave her yet he walk up to girl and smack her across the face before stabbing her again and again.

"This is why I don't bring girls here. You guys are more troublesome and naughty." Y/n cough out blood.

Before the lights in her eyes went dim, she spat to the grabber. "Fuck you, I'll see you in hell soon."

She then took her final breath.

#robin arellano x reader #robin arellano #tbp

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v5b5 · 10 months ago

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Sinner coming back from a good match all giggly and excited. I’m thinking lots of cuddles and smiles :)

I think there's no warnings, if there are... Please tell me.

English is not my first language, if you find some kind of mistake, please let me know.

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Melbourne was hot during the day, and that didn't help to be out all day. But when it comes to Jannik's matches you always try to be there in his box, supporting him like a good Wag.

Jannik's schedule was a bit tight today, early training, a tough match against the N.1 in the world, Novak Djokovic. And those kinds of days, meant not seeing each other in a long time or even in any moment of the day. But you tried to ignore that and just tried to enjoy the match peacefully.

Last night, you indeed got time to see each other, and you enjoyed the most you can, because You don't know what tomorrow has in store for you guys. Jannik invited you to eat some Italian food to get some good luck in the match. And during the dinner you talked and ignored everything around, but you noticed him a bit nervous, so you just put your hand on top of his.

"I know you're nervous, but no matter what happens tomorrow... I will always love you.". You said in almost a whisper, trying to comfort him. He just looked you in the eyes and gave you a small smile.

"you always know what to say. But no matter what, if you're gonna be in my box, I wanna impress you. I'll win for you." He said caressing the top of your hand with his thumb. Both looking at each other in the eyes and enjoying their presence, not wanting to let go of each other and just hopping for the time to freeze or just go slower to get more time with their loved one.

After a romantic and comforting dinner, Jannik felt a little more encouraged. So the next day, he woke up earlier than usual to have more training, but he couldn't help but keep staring at your beautiful and peaceful cute face while sleeping.

The match was gonna be rough, but he was ready, he knew he could win, nothing was an Impediment. Before walking down the tunnel to get out onto the court, he just tried to remember your sweet words and the feeling of encouragement you gave him. As the match developed, Jannik felt more and more tired, but he didn't have himself up. You tried to comfort him, by talking sweet things or just blowing him a kiss when he won a good point. For the time of 5 sets, the match ended with a big win for your loved one, but as much as you wanted to just go and hug him and cuddle, you knew you would have to wait a couple of hours just to have some contact with him.

Almost at 10 pm, you heard a knock on your hotel room door. You opened and when you saw Jannik, you just felt a rush and hugged him super tight. He picked you up and carried you to the bed. He threw himself there with you and just started cuddling and giving little pecks around your neck.

" did I impress you today?". He asked sweetly while hiding his face in your neck, also having his arms around you, not wanting to let go.

" you always do". Your whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek lovingly. "Don't ever leave me". He said like a little kid, not wanting his toy to be taken away. "I won't, believe me. I have no intention to do it". You simply answer before sticking even more at him and in some minutes you were both asleep, together, cuddling.

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I hope I didn't curse his match. God Bless him to win this match. If he loses it is NOT MY FAULT. I support him with all my heart.

Jannik, do this for Charlie.

#tennisblr #jannik sinner #tennis #fluff #jannik sinner x reader #cute carota man

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lovelyleclercs · 2 years ago

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The Fans Can Wait- MA7

Marcus Armstrong x Fem!Reader

-> Marcus comes home and finds you sick in bed, insisting on postponing work to be with you.

word count: 610

warnings: not proof read

A/N: I tried something different with this post! lmk how you like it!

after a long two weeks away from home, Marcus couldn’t wait to get home to you, to lay in bed with you, his arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you had a movie playing in the background and talked all about the things you missed during your time apart.

it was roughly 2pm, Marcus had texted you several times to let you know that he would be arriving home soon, but he had gotten no response. He didn’t question it much, figuring that you were probably just busy running some last minute errands for the day.

When he unlocked the door to the flat the two of your shared, he noticed that your purse was sitting on the counter and your shoes were tossed by the door, indicating that you were home. “i’m home, love! where are you?” he yelled, expecting an answer, but after standing around for a couple of seconds and getting no response, he removed his shoes and began looking around for you.

Marcus made his way to the bedroom, assuming you were probably hiding out in there somewhere. when he opened the door, he saw you sprawled out in the bed, sound asleep with no signs of being interrupted by his entrance.

Marcus took the opportunity to snap a quick photo of you in such a peaceful sleep, kneeling down and gently kissing your forehead after he did so. When he kissed your forehead, he couldn't help but notice that you felt a bit warm. Marcus glanced over at your night stand and saw some cold and flu medicine sitting beside a glass of water, causing him to frown a little. it was rare for you to get sick, but when you did get sick, it usually knocked you down for a few days at a time.

Marcus climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around you as he got comfortable under the covers. he was trying his absolute best not to wake you, knowing that you had trouble falling asleep whenever you had a cold.

“marcus?” you mumbled as put your hand on top of his.

“it’s me, i didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep” he whispered before placing a kiss to your shoulder.

“i’m sick, you shouldn’t be near me” you said, your voice raspy from your cold. “you can’t afford to get sick”

“it’s the off season baby, i don’t have racing to do”

“screaming meals, honey. don’t you have an episode to film today?”

“i can do screaming meals even if i’m sick. i can always postpone episode recordings, too. the fans can wait, darling.” Marcus whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head gently.

You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around Marcus' torso, silence falling upon the two of you as you fell asleep within a few minutes of being held in his arms.

Marcus grabbed his phone and opened up instagram, deciding to post the photo of you he had taken earlier to his instagram, letting the fans know that the new screaming meals episode would be delayed due to your illness.

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jamesharveryblair don't get us sick, mate. get well soon, y/n

marcusarmstrong no guarantees, mate

clementnovalak I think what y/n really needs is my homemade soup!

marcusarmstrong I'm not letting her eat anything you touch mate

marcusarmstrongbrazil absolutely adorable

y/ny/l/nfan get well soon, y/n!

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dracosrep · 1 year ago

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~Missed You~ D.M

(fluff, semi-smut)

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PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

WARNINGS: fingering in public

SUMMARY: Draco teases Y/N during breakfast at Hogwarts.

I just woke up, but not in a great mood. I studied all night for the charms test hoping I will get at least 60/100.

I decided to get out of bed earlier so I can get ready, for what's next. My boyfriend Draco got a break from Hogwarts because of personal causes. It's been two weeks since he left. But yesterday he sent me a letter to let me know that he's coming back today.

Me and Draco have a really great relationship. We fit perfectly like puzzle pieces. And my God, those ocean blue eyes. I feel like they hypnotize me. I'm so lucky to be with him, he's just so kind. Not to mention all the love and the attention he gives me.

I put on my uniform and fix my hair then I search for my books. I finally got myself out of the room with so many things going inside my head 'What personal causes?' 'Why didn't he tell me?'

I enter the Great Hall and my eyes are looking for him everywhere. He didn't arrive yet, I guess. So I go and sit next to Pansy.

"Hey how are you girl?" Pansy spoke to me but I didn't notice, I was too busy looking for him in every inch of this big room.

Pansy noticed that I'm constantly turning my head. "Who are you looking for- oh" Draco entered the hall, immediately he saw me and rushed to me. I quickly got up and ran to him. He embraced me in a long, big hug.

"I missed you." He softly spoke to me. "I missed you more." I whispered to him. He split the hug so he could look at me. "No that's impossible, I'm sure I missed you the most!" He seriously said. I smile at his words but I couldn't say a single thing before he pressed his lips on mine. He kissed me with so much passion.

"Draco, let's head to the table. It seems like we're being watched." He then looked around before nodding and taking my hand to go to the table.

We sat down at the table next to each other. Pansy saw that one coming so she switched seats, now she's sitting next to Blaise. At first Draco had a talk with them then he started talking to me.

"What did you do without me, hm?" He said in a deep voice. "Not much, studied, hard" He raises his eyebrows. "What for?" I took a bite of an apple,Draco watching my movements. "We have a charms test today. I couldn't sleep because of it" He sighs. "You know you should slow down with these things, you are taking them too seriously. They are just classes after all." He spoke.

"I'll try. Well what did you do?" I was really curious, he didn't mention anything in the letter.

"Oh I had some important family meetings, nothing fun really." He drunk some juice before saying again. "I would prefer to stay here with you anytime than going to those meetings." I softly chuckle. "I thought you hated Hogwarts!" He took a bite of his food. "Yeah but with you here, it's different. You are the only reason I'm still here in this pathetic school."

I smile before looking into his eyes. Like I said they take my breath away. Moments of silence and just staring at each other hit. He was gorgeous.

"Mate so you see.." Blaise broke the silence so he could talk with Draco about some new quidditch stuff. That's when Draco put his hand around my waist.

I kept eating and suddenly I felt his hand lifting up the back of my shirt. He slid his hand under my shirt. His cold hand sent me shivers down my spine. I tried to act normal but he started to slowly move his fingers drawing circles on my back.

This man. I don't know what he's doing but I know he's driving me insane. He's teasing me. He actually enjoys it.

I looked at the table looking for pancakes. They were far away on the table. I get myself up so I can reach them pushing myself into Draco as a tease. My skirt lifts up. I just feel him smirk. I take the pancakes and put them on my plate, I sit back down. My man didn't waste any time before putting a hand on my skirt.

He slowly starts to slide his hand in. He already feels my wetness. I slightly gasped when I felt his hand on my clit. He started moving his fingers. I tried so hard to act fool. He inserted a finger in my pussy. I covered my mouth trying not to make a sound. He was watching me, he was just enjoying how I'm struggling. He added another finger and started to move them in and out. I couldn't help but silently moan.

Pansy turns her head. "Y/N are you alright?" Draco kept doing his work while I was trying to respond to Pansy. "Y-yes I am. I just have- mm cramps" I finally spoke. Then I felt a familiar knot in my stomach. I was close.

Draco was almost laughing at me watching me like this. "I'm close.." I whispered to him. He nodded and approved that I can cum on his fingers, so I did. Another silent moan hitting.

Draco smiled and said to me. "I missed you like this too." He chuckled. I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Then that means I'm not gonna sleep tonight either."

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Hey! This is my first ever written story. I hope it's good. I would like to hear opinions. I really enjoyed writing this so I think I'm gonna keep writing. I take requests! 🫶🏻

#draco x you #draco lucius malfoy #draco #draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco smut #draco malfoy smut #draco one shot

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dreamingofmarauders · 1 year ago

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What about me?

Sirius Black x reader

Summary: In which Sirius Black doesn't treat you like the queen you are

Warnings: Neglect, fighting, yelling, crying, angst, some fluff (maybe? Not really?)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You felt a smile slide onto your face as you heard the front shut. You quickly finished arranging the food for dinner onto two plates, and carried them to the dining table. Sirius came in just then as you placed the two plates. You smiled and immediately moved forth, throwing your arms around him.

"Hiya, Siri. How was work today?"

"Alright." Sirius mumbled out, his arms still hanging limp by his sides. "Listen, y/n, I'm really tired, Moody made us really work. Could you maybe... give me a bit of space?"

You felt a bit disappointed, those words making your heart hurt. Things weren't as they used to be. You and Sirius were both in the same house back at Hogwarts, just a year below him. However your bright and sweet charm soon had Sirius Black trailing after you like a lost puppy. By your sixth year and his seventh, Sirius had finally asked you out and you couldn't have been more delighted to say yes.

Once you graduated Hogwarts, Sirius offered you to move in with him into his flat and you were beyond happy. It was amazing, coming home after an exhausting day of work, only to curl up into each other's arms and enjoy a few moments of peace. Sirius worked as an auror, completing his last bit of training. Meanwhile you, were learning a bit more and in a few years hoped to become a magizoologist.

Everything was going wonderfully.

Until it wasn't.

Recently, things have been different. Sirius used to be very touchy, whether that meant an arm around your shoulder, or a hand on your waist, placing kisses on your face, head, and if he was sly enough, your lips. However now, he barely accepted your embraces, let alone give you some touch of affection. No lingering touches, no kisses. He would come home, eat and go to sleep. In the morning, he would be gone before you woke.

"Sure." You replied to him, taking a step back. Sirius turned over to the dining table, while you stood there, your eyes glossing over. You shook your head, regaining your composure. You slid into the chair across from Sirius.

"So, are you off from work tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

You tentatively asked, "Do you want to go out tomorrow? Maybe to a restaurant? I'm free as well."

Sirius hummed, "I'll think about it."

You nodded, before you remembered a funny incident earlier at Lily's house, which involved you, Lily, Marlene and Alice trying to bake, although when you tried to roll the dough into small little round balls, they turned out too sticky. After a confused five minutes, Lily came to the realization that most of the flour was missing. All eyes had turned onto Marlene who had taken up the job, and the blonde haired had sheepishly smiled, hands raised in surrender before all the girls burst into laughter.

A smile cast onto your lips as you began to speak, "Oh I was at Lily's today along with the girls, funny thing happened, Marlene-"

"Y/n, could you maybe not? I'm not in the mood." Sirius interrupted fixing you with an annoyed gaze.

You fell quiet, your heart beginning to break. This was what was happening nowadays. He barely paid attention to you, and would not pay attention when you tried to have a conversation with him. You both were drifting apart and you didn't know how to keep the last threads of the relationship from breaking. You were being pushed to the side, trampled upon, but not anymore.

Tears collected in your eyes and you angrily stood up.

"Am I not good enough for you? Do you not love me anymore?"

The sudden outburst had caused Sirius to look up in surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

You scoffed in disbelief, "What am I talking about? What am I talking about?" You shouted. "You've been pushing me around for so long now! I hug you, you tell me to give you space! You never hold me, for crying out loud, I don't even remember the last time you gave me a kiss, or when we may have had an actual conversation!"

Sirius' face flooded with anger and he stood up as well, a fire in his eyes.

"So what am I supposed to do? Be glued to you every second of the day?!" He retorted. "I'm busy and tired, alright? Moody has been working us hard, and I can't seem to get any time to recover! Any free time I have is me trying to do other important stuff!"

Tears streamed down your face, "But you have time to go visit your friends, even go out the whole night while I sit here waiting for you to come back like you promised! You have time for everyone else but me!" You shouted, a sob escaping your mouth.

Sirius looked at you with an unbelievable look. "But they're my friends, they matter-"

"And what about me? Do I not matter to you? Why do I do so much for you only for you to toss me aside? I'm human too, I have feelings as well. What about me?" You breathed out in such a distraught voice, your body wracking with sobs, and Sirius' eyes slightly softened.

He'd never meant to hurt you.

Your sobs slowed down, and you wiped your tears away with determination.

"Not anymore. I'm not allowing you to treat me like crap, when I deserve to be treated so much better." You declared and you rushed to your shared bedroom with Sirius.

Sirius watched you go with furrowed eyebrows, confusion laced on his face. He followed your steps and thrust open the bedroom door, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

You were running about, clothes scattered everywhere as a suitcase sat upon your bed, already half full. You scrambled around until it seemed to suddenly hit you that you possess magic, and pulled out your wand, waving it in the air. All your clothes and belongings immediately rushed into the suitcase, which shut with a loud thud, zipping around securely.

"No." Sirius breathed out, causing you to look up at him as your suitcase was held in your hand.

"I need a break. I'm done, Sirius." You declared, trying to blink back the tears and hold down the tremble in your voice.

Sirius shook his head, "Darling, please, don't leave. I promise you I'll do better."

You closed your eyes, releasing a breath, "And then what? You'll go back on your word? Neglect me all over again?"

Sirius was crying now, shaking his head as he couldn't come to terms with the fact you were going to leave him. He fell to his knees, burying his face in your stomach, begging forgiveness, anything for you to stay.

"Love, please don't leave me. I promise you, I won't repeat my mistakes again. Please give me another chance." He cried, tightening his hold on you. The tears you had tried to keep at bay began to freely fall.

"I'm sorry, Sirius. I love you so much but I can't do this anymore. Goodbye."

And despite Sirius' attempt to hold you back, you managed to extract yourself out of his grip and made it to the door. Sirius was on the floor, sobbing his heart out. He heard the front door shut and he felt as if his heart had gone with you.

"What have I done?"

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museofreverie · 21 days ago

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Chapter 02 ⋆ Iced Coffees and Anxieties

WAYS OF FREEDOM┊Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Modern Fem!Reader ┊2nd POV

In which a chronically online Gen Z that went through the pandemic goes to the Attack on Titan Universe and tries her very best to change the ending with an "I can fix him" mentality.

⋆ CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 4.2k words

⋆ WARNINGS: manga spoilers, mention of eating habits/restrictions, mommy issues

⬅ prev chapter ┊ next chapter ➡

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏.

IT WAS FRIDAY the next day, and you woke up groaning while a throbbing ache filled your head as you clutched it in your hand. It was probably from all that crying last night you thought since you only had a few hours of sleep after having a very bad breakdown. You sniffled and couldn't help but let out a cough as your nose was blocked, making it somehow difficult for air to enter.

Your hand flew to your neck to wipe the glossy shine that coated your skin as you were sweating profusely, even if the fan in your room was on. The pain soon subsided when you stretched your limbs and yawned before rubbing your eyes which you felt were burning, as you tried to get rid of your sleepiness. But still, there was this sense of dizziness you felt even as you looked around your room, while the light from the sun was already seeping through your window curtains.

For a while, you stayed in your position—staring into space at first, before glancing at your hands that were placed in your lap while you were slouching as you tried to process the vivid images you just saw in your dream. It flashed in your mind again, and a shiver made its way to your spine as a terrible feeling bubbled in the pit of your stomach the more you tried to think about it. Okay, that was a bit scary.

You lightly shook your head sideways in hopes of getting rid of the images.

I'll just think about it later. Wait, do I have school today? I still wanna go back to sleep. Shit, I don't want to be productive today. You groaned, your shoulders slouching at the thought of doing schoolwork again.

But after a while and having a little internal debate with yourself if you're going to be productive today or not, you let out a groan again after coming to a decision that you'll attend online classes for now and abandon sleep even if it was so tempting to fall asleep again. All of this is just for the sake of getting good grades, even when you know you weren't doing a better performance in this alternative learning mode.

Grabbing your phone that was placed on the bedside table, you opened it to check the time; only for your eyes to widen in horror and an exaggerated gasp to escape your lips.

"Shit, I’m late!"

You stood up as fast as you can, abruptly removing the bedsheets away from your body, and dashed towards your study table in a haste. As you opened your laptop, your fingers moved swiftly as you typed on your keyboard just so you could prepare for the first period of your online class—which started 30 minutes ago.

Absentmindedly, you bit your lip hard as you could hear the beating of your heart getting louder and louder. Your mind was filled with nothing but curses, as you anxiously checked your section's group chat to know about the password for the Zoom meeting. Your heart was still beating rapidly when you joined, so you tried calming it down when your teacher just announced that the online reporting that was supposed to be presented today, was moved to next week and instead only gave the class another activity that'll be sent to them through their email.

You sighed in relief; your body relaxing as an invisible weight in your shoulders was lifted because of the good news. Thank God, I wasn't marked as absent, you also thought. You mentally scolded yourself about wasting time earlier.

In your defense, being marked as late was fine as long as you were attending classes, even if you were barely hanging on these days, as you kept on failing in trying to fix your sleeping schedule because ever since online school started, this sadly became an unhealthy routine for you.

It's either you woke up late, or attend your morning classes with no sleep at all. This restless cycle of who can keep up with this new normal was taking a toll on your mental health and in the worst possible case.

Eating snacks or unpredictable meals during Zoom meetings when teachers are kind enough to let the class not open the cameras and mic of the students. It also adds up to the pile of things that kept you anxious these days.

And as embarrassing as it was, you kinda felt like you developed the attention span of a fish during quarantine; easily getting distracted by surfing the internet, reading fanfictions, watching TikTok videos, or just staring into space until you realize classes are over—and you could say that it greatly affected your well-being as you kept zoning out in your room, feeling overwhelmed even from the smallest things.

You were just so tired of school and all this new normal stuff. It infuriates you sometimes, but you were also determined to get out of school as soon as possible; only because this alternative learning mode just wasn't working well for you no matter how hard you try.

And then there's the problem with the wifi connection that sometimes doesn't even cooperate with you whenever you needed it. But even if you tried complaining and ranting about your situation many times in your private accounts on your social media; you knew it wouldn't do you any good, since everyone is just struggling like you. To be able to attend online school when others are struggling to even afford of attending it; you were just grateful you had the privilege to have a great set-up of materials and get access online to answers you didn't want to put the effort into whenever laziness hits you.

It made your heart squeeze with guilt just thinking about how others are trying to cope with this new normal.

After an hour had passed, you looked down at your stomach when you felt it growling, begging for food. Glancing at your laptop's screen to see if you already had some free time, you made sure your mic and camera were off before bringing it to your arms whilst also pocketing your phone, and moving to the kitchen to eat some breakfast.

When you arrived, your dog greeted you enthusiastically, its tail wagging joyously. It made you smile, so you set your belongings on the table before kneeling down to your dog's eye level and caressing them—which in turn, your dog was now pampering you with their affectionate licks.

You briefly used the restroom to wash the dried tears from your last night's crying off your face. When you were done, you cleaned your face with a fresh cloth. Since you didn't feel like cooking anything elaborate today, you returned to the kitchen to prepare some instant meals. You just didn't care if eating something unhealthy in the morning would negatively affect you; instead, you settled with having instant ramen and your daily cup of coffee since you needed to eat something.

You grabbed a glass of water as well and drank it, feeling somewhat refreshed because you had been so dehydrated the night before. To get your day started, you pulled out your phone and played some tunes from your hype playlist. In order to avoid waking up your mother, who was likely still asleep because she worked a night shift, you also slightly reduced the volume.

As you move around the kitchen preparing your food, each passing second made you feel more awake as the flow of the music gave you some energy that you needed in the morning. You hummed and lip-synced to the songs that followed, your head bobbing to the music while your hands absentmindedly did some of the steps.

At least, this part of your routine was something you tend to look forward to as it helped you survive being in quarantine. Life for you now would be so boring without listening to good music and eating good food. Watching great films and anime series was only a bonus.

Your eyes fell on your dog who was sitting down on the side of the table, watching your every move. They probably think you're crazy at this point, so you let out a small chuckle and just grinned, petting their heads before making their meal so they could eat.

From time to time, you kept on glancing at your laptop's screen to see if the Zoom call had already ended. And when it did, you stopped the music on your phone to open the mic on your laptop just to bid your goodbye before pressing the end call button.

The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee you just made entered your nostrils, making you sigh with relief and contentment. Fortunately, you still had time to eat before your next lesson began, so you expressed your gratitude for the meal and quickly mixed your drink before the ice started to melt and turn it bland. When you took a sip, the explosive flavor of the bitter coffee combined with the creaminess of the milk you had added filled your taste buds and caused you to hum with delight. Ah, tastes like freedom.

"Speaking of freedom. . ." You said, pondering on the thought that surfaced inside your head after munching on the noodles as you covered your mouth, careful not to eat messily. Wiping your mouth after, you grabbed your phone and typed in your password to surf the internet. You started with Twitter so you could immediately check on what the other fans of Attack on Titan felt about the ending.

Surely, you weren't the only one who acted like a drama queen and cried over compiled pieces of artwork by one author, right?

Right?

Tons of posts regarding the ending of the manga filled your timeline, and you kept scrolling and scrolling, reading as many as you can while your face slowly contorts to a look of sadness, your chest tightening again as almost all of them were all about the tragic romance between two characters: Eren and Mikasa.

You clicked on one of the posts, zooming on the photos that had the two in, while also emphasizing the detail of the infamous red scarf Eren gave to Mikasa.

"So they really were canon all this time. . ." You mumbled slowly, your voice laced with sorrow. A huge wave of sympathy washed over you, feeling a little bad towards the two of them that they didn't even get to have a happy ending.

In the end, even if the two of them chose different paths just to achieve freedom, they both still became free—but at what cost?

He really did keep his promise of wrapping that scarf around her until the end , you thought sadly. Although, things would've really ended on a good note if only Mikasa gave the boy a different answer when they were undercover in Marley.

"Only see him as a family? Wrong move right there, Mikasa," you started with a frown, shaking your head. "Man, if that was me, I would immediately straight up tell Eren about my feelings, like c'mon he's the Eren Jaeger? Eren mother fucking hot and attractive Jaeger?"

You were now having a conversation with yourself, imagining what would it be like if you were in the shoes of Mikasa on that manga panel.

"I mean, he's a little crazy after all that act to commit mass genocide, but whatever." You tried suppressing a small laugh.

Although I literally have a long list of anime boys that I like, he can be a great addition to it. Hmm, probably on the villain side? I mean if protagonist turned into a villain bad, then why sexy? You jokingly thought.

"We could also bond over our trauma from our parents, though. . ."

You tucked some strands of your dyed hair behind your ear—a mannerism you developed from watching all those TikTok videos, before chuckling afterward as you tried to make the situation lighter by voicing it out. After that, you were a bit embarrassed at yourself for your way of thinking of such nonsense like that.

You've also encountered a lot of posts about others debating on who Eren, a.k.a the protagonist of the show, should've ended up with and how the ending was lacking something according to some. Nevertheless, you finally found one of the good things about being part of the fandom—the fan arts.

You couldn't help but save some of it on your phone. Of course, you weren't going to repost them since they weren't yours—you just wanted to admire them in your gallery. They were all beautiful and never failed to leave you in awe, really, but at the back of your mind, it made you think that half of the fandom only cared about shipping the characters, and not the actual plot of the story—it kinda made you cringe whenever you see shippers fight on your timeline.

You wouldn't blame them for shipping of course, since you also shipped characters whenever you felt a connection between two characters and rooted for them, but that kind of childish behavior of fighting with strangers online about a ship wasn't your cup of tea.

You let out a heavy sigh. Damn you, Isayama. The fictional world you made is just purely cruel. You really love making us suffer, huh. Your eyes saddened again at the thought and a deep frown etched on your lips.

"What's with the early sad face."

You almost dropped your phone after flinching in shock at the sudden voice. Luckily, your grip was hard and it didn't fall. You put a hand on your chest to calm your heart when it was only your mother who entered the kitchen and went across you.

"Good morning, Mom." You greeted quickly, sighing in relief. "It was just nothing."

Your mother raised a brow at you, before also greeting a 'good morning'. She made no comment after that and walked towards the kitchen counter to make herself a cup of brewed coffee.

The smell of the coffee made you inhale the air in delight. Nothing could ever go wrong with coffee. Probably from palpitation, yes , you chuckled internally.

You forgot that it was her day off today, which explains why she woke up early. Just like you, your mother was also stuck in your home, doing her work in your humble abode because of the pandemic's lockdown since they were also affected by it and were advised to stay at home.

She looked at you intently, examining your face while she stirred her drink. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed the noticeable blemishes that had begun to show on your face and the large bags beneath your eyes.

"You look terrible, by the way. Were you crying?" She asked, trying to start a conversation with you before blowing on her mug.

Shit. What do I say? Do I say that I had a mental breakdown because of the Chapter 139 leaks or lie about it? Shit. Think fast, Y/N.

Your head shook in disagreement. Instead of eating your food in peace, you were now stuck in having a conversation with her. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair and chuckled dryly.

“Crying? Er — no, I wasn't. I was just — er — everything's fine, actually. I'm — I'm fine. I just rubbed my eyelids too hard because of the dust, yeah, that's why. So yeah.” You excused, mentally scolding yourself after realizing that you were just rambling.

God, why is it so hard to talk to a parent? You tried to avoid eye contact and instead glanced between your phone and your laptop as you didn't know what to say.

As the scenario became more uncomfortable with each passing second, you moved your head away from her. Your fingers then made contact with the drink's glass once more, the sound of the ice clinking against one another as you did so.

Your muscles tensed at the motion, and your heartbeat quickened.

Why the hell am I getting nervous? I think it's just the coffee. Wait, am I palpitating already? I swear it's the coffee. Yeah, I wanna go back to my room already. As you rant about your current situation in your brain, all you could do was continue to bite your inner cheek.

Your mother only hummed at your response and brought down her mug. Apparently, for her—she hasn't read the room yet like you as she continued to ask you question after question.

“Have you eaten already? And wha—” She paused, taking a good look at you again. Her brows deeply furrowed. “—God, Y/N, fix your posture. It's not ladylike.” She scolded in disgust, eyeing the way you sat.

She sighed in disappointment. “Your posture before was always so graceful. But now. . . you look like a shrimp. Sit straight, will you?”

You instantly straightened your back, forced out a cough, and then, with your head still turned away, you turned just a little in her direction with the corners of your mouth forming a tight smile. You tried to ignore her nasty comment, not wanting to anger her early in the morning if you dared to talk back at her.

She wasn't wrong, you knew that. In fact, you were even aware of how awful your posture had gotten since giving up dancing and no longer having the time to stretch since you knew you looked like a dead shrimp.

This was one of the reasons why you didn't fancy having a chit-chat with your mother even though you live together because you were aware that it'll only end up with venomous words leaving her mouth about your appearance and how you shouldn't act like this and that.

You felt like a robot.

Really, you love your mother, but you disliked seeing this side of her.

You bobbed your head in response to her first question, but since you couldn't find your chopsticks earlier, you had to use your fork to indicate your bowl of food.

She then gave the bowl a quick glance before scoffing and giving you a glare.

“ Really? At this early? Seriously, go eat some real food, Y/N. This is not healthy, you know? You're clearly gaining some weight and it shows. But don't forget to eat your food, okay? And take your vitamins too. I don't want you to starve yourself. I think there are some leftovers or food that your dad cooked for you that he left inside the fridge before he went to work. So go eat that or eat something else with rice,” she said, a hint of worriedness and demand in her voice.

Before turning your head away from her once more, you pursed your lips into a thin line, doing everything in your power to keep her nagging from getting on your nerves. Your ears were constantly filled with her talk, which caused your leg to tremble anxiously beneath the table. You unconsciously hugged your stomach in response to her comments about your body, and a small frown started to form on your lips.

Enough already, please. I just want to eat.

So, what if you wanted to eat instant ramen early in the morning? You like it. You also like to eat healthy foods too, but it was somehow making you frustrated that she had to point it out. And after spending time alone inside your room and watching countless coming-of-age films, you come to realize it was already time for you to confront her about her treatment towards you, little by little. You didn't know if it was just you who experienced it, but you were aware that you have a rough relationship with your mother. Especially now in quarantine where you two are supposed to stay under the same roof and not leave the house.

As you took a slow, deep breath, your eyes briefly closed. Your eyes then fluttered open and made direct contact with her as you finally mustered up the courage to do so.

You raised your chin. “I think. . . I'm capable of eating what I want, anytime I want now, Mom.” You replied with a small smile, taking a deep breath after. Baby steps, Y/N. Baby steps.

“This is my own body.”

You had enough. You felt that it was time to quietly express to her how miserable she makes you feel about your own body. You hoped it was enough to convey to her that you were currently happy with how your body looked like. Initially, of course, it was a challenging process for you. But over time, no matter how grim your past was with food, with the help of the kind people on the internet, you started to learn how to love every part of your body.

A few seconds passed, and your mother's gaze at you continued as she processed what you said. Your jaw clenched as you realized this was probably the first time you confronted her like this. Your breath hitched, feeling the pulse of your heart getting louder again as you saw how her eyes squinted at you—that familiar look she used to give you that makes your insides twist from the ghost of memories of your old self during competitions.

In order to avoid dealing with the matter any longer, you broke eye contact. You got out of your chair and went to the counter to wash the bowl and utensils you used, your muscles remained tense as you sensed her stare on your back; the silence in the room was deafening.

But then you heard her clear her throat.

“Anyway,” she started again, trying to shift the topic to another one and completely ignoring what just happened.

You turn your head again sideways just so she can know you were listening.

“I know your school is online, but you're always on your phone and inside your room. You know, too much radiation is bad for you. And you don't even try to dance nor go outside for a walk anymore, so what do you even do all day except do school stuff, huh?”

Her eyes were always keen and had constantly observed your actions whenever she saw you, which left her perplexed about why her only daughter decided to lock herself inside her room and not go outside. It was even a rare occasion for her to see you and have a chat like this nowadays. There were even many times she tried going in front of your door just to listen to what you were up to—without you knowing it of course.

She would hear your voice which was either laughing or shouting echoing outside; like you were talking to someone, even though no one was inside your room but you and your dog sometimes.

The last time she had a decent encounter with you was when you were begging for her to allow you to bleach your hair and dye it; which she didn't agree to at first. But after a few weeks of seeing you doing house chores and attending a single online dance class, she said yes.

Sure, the government had advised everyone to stay at home as much as possible and to even practice social distancing—which your mother follows all those safety protocols whenever she leaves the house to do the groceries but you—God, it was just so rare for you to step outside as you never even tried to, whenever she tried bringing up the topic.

“Don't you dare try to ignore me, young lady.” She pointed a finger at your figure in an attempt to threaten you. “Answer m—”

“We're still in the middle of a pandemic, Mom.” You said through clenched teeth, balling your fists as you knew where this was going. “There's no need to go out and have fun when people are dying out there.”

You stood up and gathered your things, deciding it was finally time to go back to your room. Your face was hardened as you moved, glancing up at her, you raised a brow as the corners of your mouth slightly turned up, “Remember. . . ? Social distancing and stuff?”

Your mom was left speechless at your reply.

You exhaled at her expression and tilted your head slightly towards your door. “Anyway, I think I need to go back already since. . . classes will start soon again,” you said in a tense voice, opening your phone to check at the time. You bid goodbye to your mother and called your dog to follow you.

As you left, she sighed in defeat, squeezing her eyes shut and pinching the bridge of her nose in utter silence after she watched you leave and retrieve to your room. She had a feeling deep inside her that this you right now wasn't the daughter she used to raise years ago. You weren't the type of child to talk back or make a say about her actions, and most of all, disobey her. She's your mother, after all.

She's just having a hard time. She tried telling herself. But it's almost a year after that for her to grieve so long like this.

No, maybe it was just teenage angst. Are teenagers these days act like this? Surely you were just trying to experience a teenage phase for you to behave like this, right? Her shoulders slumped as another sigh escaped her lips. Why are teenagers so hard to deal with? She raises her head again to gaze at your door. Just what happened to you exactly?

To be continued . . .

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peachesyeo · 9 months ago

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obsession ── hunter foreign part two

💌 parings: king!hunter x demigod!fem!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot 💌 contains: monitoring, intended pregnancy, petnames (love), mentions of greek mythology. lowercase intended. 💌 word count: 0.7k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

to the previous part?

the son of hades sat on his throne, playing with the crystal pendant in his hand. he was relaxed, one of his legs crossed over the other, and he listened to the reports from the guard.

"...and her majesty had expressed the want to take a stroll in the garden. her majesty still did not have much appetite today, merely consuming half a bowl of soup." the guard looked up from his parchment, and the young tyrant frowned.

"half a bowl, you say?" the king repeated, his head tilted ever so slightly. "continue."

it has became a routine for hunter. after his court, he would sit down and listen to what you have done for the day. how many times you have frowned. what have you looked at. the guard gave him a quick glance, before continuing.

"that's it, your majesty." the guard bowed, and hunter dismissed him immediately. he got up from his throne, eager to return to his resting chambers where you are. while he left the bed earlier, he could see the stains of tears etched on your face.

you must be crying in the night.

hunter didn't think of the reason. a part of him knows that you were weeping because of him, but at least you were weeping, because of him.

he didn't bother to find out why too. he'll just have to make you feel better.

he entered the chamber to see you laying on the bed, evidently sleeping. he gently made his way to you, sitting on the side of the bed. his fingers reached to your face, removing any strands of hair that was covering it.

hunter had asked his father for a way to bound you to him. he can't lose you, not when you were loved by so many. the marriage between you and him was so grand that many watched, and so many cursed. they were all very jealous of him, because he was the one who married the saintness.

forcefully.

hunter killed those who opposed to it.

and gradually, no one did.

"mmh..." you frowned, moving around in your sleep. hunter chuckled, his eyes falling into your rounding belly as you flipped over.

his seed inside of you, is enough to bound you to him.

hades did offer a pomegranate though. hunter knew that you and him remind his father of him and persephone. someone of darkness, being together with someone so bright...

he remembered the day he first met you. you were still a young healer, a gifted young healer. he was at a camp for refugees, and you treated his wounds.

he was going to die, but you saved him.

you are his light.

meanwhile, you were awake. even in your state of deep sleep, you could feel that piercing stare, coming from hunter. you kept your eyes closed and your breathing steady, not wanting to see him.

it has been a few months since he married you. you become the queen of his kingdom, which you didn't like at all. you preferred to stay at the temple, healing those who need it.

you hate him.

but you cannot hate this child that lies inside of you.

every time you disobeyed him, hunter had threatened to kill one attendant you bring from your kingdom. so for the sake of your people and your child...

you tried sending prayers to your father and to your grandmother. but alas, hades did kill your father once because he had resurrected the dead, and for some reason, you couldn't feel the connection between asclepius and demeter anymore.

"love, i know you're awake." his voice was deep and rich, but you kept your eyes closed. "you have to eat something, love. for the sake of your baby."

you detest him so much, but you know hunter is right.

for the sake of the baby, not him. for the sake of your own flesh and blood.

you opened your eyes. he smiled at you, and you looked anywhere in the room but him. you feel his palm slide down to your lower back, gently supporting you as you sit up. "that's a good girl."

his good girl.

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baronessblixen · 1 year ago

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Today's prompt: 7. "Do you recognize this?"

Hurt/comfort AND humor after "Pusher": Mulder doesn't mind Scully showing up at his apartment after the case at all. Only problem: she's not alone. (wc: 874)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 8: A Very Queequeg Morning

"Do you know what this is?" Mulder asks. He tries to be quiet for Scully's sake, but it's early morning and he's irritated.

"Do you recognize this?" he asks now, pointing. "Wouldn't blame you if you didn't because I barely recognize it. You have no idea what you did, do you? You don't understand a single word of what I'm saying." Mulder sighs. How deep has he sunk? Trying to have a conversation with a dog. If Queequeg can be called that. He's sitting in front of him, his ears perked up, and he's slightly panting. He looks harmless, but Mulder knows better. His latest crime is just further proof.

When Scully showed up here at his apartment late last night, Queequeg at her heels, he only had eyes for her.

"I- it's silly," she'd said, blushing. "I don't want to be alone tonight." She didn't ask if she could come in, and he didn't make a big deal out of it, letting her inside. She had food for the dog, and her meticulously packed overnight bag. She came prepared.

They didn't speak. What was there to talk about? Scully said all there was to say in the hospital. They shouldn't let Robert Patrick Modell take up another minute of their time. Easy to say, much more difficult to achieve. Before she showed up, he'd already given up on the idea of sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard the click of his gun, and felt Modell in his head like a fly, trying to make him do what he couldn't even fathom.

Shoot Scully.

But he hadn't. She'd saved herself, and him.

"I'm glad you're here," he said after a while because it was the goddamn truth. But he had to remind himself that it hadn't happened. That whatever Modell had tried, he hadn't succeeded. Scully just smiled at him.

That was last night. After everything, he'd barely taken notice of Queequeg. But while Mulder had ignored him, the fur ball must have already been plotting his crime. With his bedroom still a mess, and his bed hidden somewhere in there, there had only been one place to sleep for Scully. His couch.

Gentleman that he is, he offered to sleep on the floor, but Scully had said no. And when Scully says no, you listen. So they shared the couch. A few "is this okay" and "are you comfortable" later, and they fell asleep wrapped up in each other, needing each other's warmth and presence. Even if neither of them would admit it. There was, naturally, no space for Queequeg on that couch. And that, Mulder figures, was the last straw for the Pomeranian.

"You have zero regrets, huh?" Queequeg is still staring at him, sitting still. "You know, I thought I'd take you with me on my morning run. Give you some exercise. What are we gonna do now?"

"Mulder?" Scully's sleepy voice comes from the living room. So much for letting her sleep in. It had already been a gamble disentangling from her earlier. He didn't want to get up. Her hand over his chest, her solid form pressed against him, he just wanted to lay there. But he'd heard Queequeg's nails on the kitchen floor, and a noise he couldn't place, and decided it would be better to check on the dog. If only he'd woken up sooner.

"Is everything okay?" Queequeg, his tail wagging, greets Scully by licking her hand.

"Your dog has a very strange palate," Mulder says.

"Hm?" She turns to him, and for a moment he forgets everything. Her hair is tousled and her freckled face fresh and devoid of makeup a sight to behold. She's barefoot and wearing her pajamas, in his apartment, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

"He doesn't just eat people," Mulder says once he's gathered his thoughts. "He apparently also likes the taste of running shoes." He shows her what's left of his shoe. There's a huge gap where the cap of the shoe should be.

"Oh Mulder," she says, and he knows she's trying to remain serious, but her lips are twitching. "I'm so sorry. I'll buy you new ones."

"I suppose I still have an old pair somewhere. But all that plastic he ate? Do you think he's okay?" Queequeg shoots him a look. A truce, Mulder supposes.

"I'm going to take him to the vet. Just to be sure."

"I'll drive you."

"Mulder, you don't have to."

"I want to. Queequeg ate my weekend plans. Let's have him checked out and make sure his unusual breakfast choices aren't causing any problems."

"Thank you, Mulder. For- for everything."

"I should thank you," he says. "I wouldn't have been able to sleep last night if it hadn't been for you." She blushes but then she slips her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. She doesn't want to let go and neither does he. Mulder holds her, amazed how tiny she is without her heels on, and closes his eyes. He doesn't know how long they stay entwined like this, but it's enough time for Queequeg to circle them and throw up the remnants of his running shoe all over his feet.

#fictober23 #the grammar is all over the place isn't it #please be kind <3 #i wanted to try something new #msr #my writing #my fic

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eventinelysplayground · 9 months ago

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This is my second entry to @queengiuliettafirstlady love booth challenge. I picked Yves for this one using the prompt " Would you like to get ready together?". I haven't written Yves before and had been wanting to do something for him for awhile as I only had him and Rio left. It's Emma and Yves big day and although Yves isn't with her he still makes sure she gets a magic spell cast over her to help calm her nerves. Pure fluff, WC approx 2045.

Absolutely Stunning

Emma had been waiting three years for this day and it was finally here, her wedding day. She had been so anxious she barely got any sleep and practically leapt out of bed at the first rays of sunlight. She was pacing and fidgeting when Rio brought in her breakfast like any other day. She wished he could stay and help her calm her nerves but he had promised to help with the last minute details to make sure the wedding was perfect.

Emma found she couldn't eat so she gave up and moved onto a nice warm bath. She sank into it letting the water surround her and help relax her muscles if nothing else. She carefully began washing, scrubbing and exfoliating every inch of her skin. She knew Yves loved her no matter what but she wanted to make sure she looked radiant for him today. Thinking of Yves made Emma let out a long sigh remembering the last time they saw each other.

*** Two Days Earlier ***

“Emma?”

“Oh sorry Licht, what were we talking about?”

“I asked you for some more tea.”

“Oh.”

“Honestly Emma you need to pay better attention.”

“Sorry Yves, I guess I'm just finding it hard to focus lately.”

Emma finished pouring Licht a fresh cup of tea. Neither of them were actually upset with her but her nerves were already twisted in a knot and she hung her head staring down into her lap. All of a sudden she felt a warm hand take hers and a thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. She looked up into Yves shining blue eyes and she couldn't help but smile.

“Are you nervous?”

Emma turned her attention to Licht and nodded.

“You don't need to be. We've planned a great wedding and everything is going as I expected it to. I won't let anything ruin your happiness Emma, or our special day.”

“I know Yves and thank you, I just can't seem to help it. I want you to be as happy as you always make me and I want to look beautiful for you.”

“Emma…”

Yves leaned over and placed a light peck to Emma's lips.

“You always look stunning to me.”

“If you're that worried why don't you just have Yves help you get ready?”

Emma and Yves both stared at Licht for a minute before turning back to each other.

“Emma, would you like to get ready together?”

“Can we!?”

“Absolutely not!”

The three of them jumped at the voice coming from behind them.

“Clavis! Don't sneak up on people like that!”

“And what do you mean we can't get ready together?”

“Why my dear little brother don't you know? It's bad luck to see your bride in the days before the wedding! Don't worry though big brother Clavis is here to help make sure you have nothing but the best of luck for your special day.”

Before any of them could move Clavis dropped a vial onto the ground and the area filled with a thick smoke and Clavis's laughter.

“Wahh!”

“Yves!”

Emma felt Yves being pulled away from her and she reached out for him when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder.

“I'm so terribly sorry my lady but his Highness ordered me to keep you here.”

“But!”

“It's fine, I'll go after them.”

“Thanks Licht.”

Later that day Clavis had come by to inform Emma she wouldn't be seeing Yves again until she was walking down the aisle. She pleaded with him but he had insisted he was doing it for their benefit and threatened to lock her in her room if she tried to get anywhere near Yves. She hoped he wasn't serious at first but before he left Cyran, who looked exasperated and apologetic, arrived and was told to make sure she went nowhere near Yves.

***Flashback ends***

“I was really looking forward to getting ready with him.”

Emma sighed as she got out of the bath and into her fluffy robe. She had just sat down at the vanity when there was a loud knock on her door.

“My lady, the maids are here to help you get ready. Can I let them in?”

“Of course! Thank you Cyran.”

The door opened and in came Emma's three maids and an older maid who she recognized as one of Yves. Emma's maids were carrying trays draped with cloth and they all stopped in front of her with huge smiles. Yves maid came to stand beside Emma and cleared her throat.

“His Majesty unfortunately couldn't be here so he instructed me to bring some items with me in hopes you'd feel better. May I?”

Emma silently nodded and the maid walked over removing the cloth from the first tray revealing a brush, comb and handheld mirror.

“Those are Yves!”

“Yes, his majesty thought using these would make you think of him."

The maid moved to the next tray revealing several cosmetics as well as a bottle of her favorite perfume.

“His Majesty wanted me to remind you that to him you're always beautiful and that these are just to accentuate your natural beauty.”

The maid got to the last tray and when she removed the cloth Emma couldn't help but laugh. It was full of cookies, muffins, pastries and even a slice of Yves famous chocolate and raspberry cake.

“His Majesty orders that you are to eat something, he won't have you fainting on him today. He also said to make sure you eat the cake before getting into your dress. Now shall we begin?”

“Yes please!”

Emma's nerves and anxiety had been forgotten at Yves' thoughtful surprises for her and she reached out for the piece of cake while the maids started setting up and making sure everything needed was accounted for.

Once Emma had finished the cake the maids set to work on doing her makeup and nails followed by her jewelry. She had chosen to wear the necklace Yves had gifted to her when she was Belle and a dainty pair of earrings. The only things left were her hair and dress.

Emma paused in front of it and ran her fingers slowly over it. Her engagement ceremony dress had been gorgeous but this dress was somehow even more gorgeous than that one. She had picked it out alone wanting to surprise Yves, it was a stunning gown made of silk with a wide skirt and flowing sleeves. The neckline was cut in a daring deep v with elaborate pale pink embroidery along its trim.

“It is an exquisite dress. I'm sure His Majesty will love it on you, come now girls.”

The maids worked quickly yet carefully getting Emma in her dress and making sure everything was situated perfectly. As the maids were doing up the last of the laces there was another knock at the door.

“My Lady Prince Licht is here.”

“Licht!?”

“I have something for you, can I come in?”

“Just a minute.”

Emma nodded at her maids and they quickly finished lacing up her dress. Once she was ready Yves' maid opened the door and Licht entered, pausing just inside the door.

“Do you think Yves will like my dress?"

“I think he'll love it, you look beautiful Emma.”

“Thanks Licht. Oh but I'm not done yet! I still need to get my hair done.”

“That's why I'm here.”

“What!?”

Licht walked across the room and took a letter out of his jacket pocket handing it to her.

“Read this.”

Yves’ maid guided Emma over to the vanity and helped her sit on the stool before going to shoo the other maids out and busying herself with tidying the room. Emma looked at Licht’s reflection in her mirror giving him a quick smile before she tore open the letter.

Emma I hope this letter reaches you. Not that I don't trust Licht or anything! It's just that Clavis is everywhere, do you know he even has the nerve to sneak into my room during the night to make sure I'm still here? I mean he's utterly ridiculous! Hopefully Cyran has been treating you with the respect you deserve, if not I want you to tell me as soon as the ceremony is over and I promise to take care of it.

Listen Emma, I wanted to be there with you today and help you get ready so badly. I could see how anxious and worried you were. It reminded me of that night of the banquet back when you were Belle when I whisked you away and cast a magic spell on you. I may not be able to be there with you to cast another magic spell but that's where Licht comes in. He felt horrible about not being able to help me escape Clavis so I taught him the magic spell I cast on you that night. My maid is familiar with it too but her hands aren't as coordinated as they used to be but don't worry she can correct any mistakes Licht makes, though he was doing ok at it for only two days of practice.

Emma let out a small giggle and looked up at herself and Licht in the mirror. Lichts hands were busily constructing an elegant updo, just like Yves said it looked like the same one from that night. She smiled and resumed reading.

You know I don't like the word okay but I want you to listen to me. You're going to be okay. And even if something happens, I'll save you. I'll be there for you…no matter what. So hold your head high for me. Because I'm looking forward to watching you fulfill your duties today, not as Belle… but as my wife and Queen.

Oh and one more thing, you can't start crying! Not only will it ruin all the maids' hard work but I can't be there to kiss your tears away. So you have to promise me you won't cry!

Yves Kloss

Emma covered her mouth with her hand desperately holding back a sob.

“Allow me my lady, his Highness is almost done.”

Yves' maid came over with a hand fan and gently started fanning Emma's face. She knew it was to help keep her from crying and she smiled gratefully at the maids reflection in the mirror. It only took another two minutes or so before Lichts hands stopped moving and he stepped back, examining Emma's hair.

“I think that's it.”

The maid stopped fanning and walked around to stand beside Licht. She leaned in to examine Licht's work then she gently turned Emma's head to each side, giving it the final approval.

“It’s almost time. Are you ready Emma?”

“Absolutely!”

“Okay, I'll escort you to the church.”

Licht and Emma left her room with Cyran and the maid in tow. Once they reached it Licht left her and the maid in a side room to wait. After a few minutes the door creaked open just a tad.

“Emma?”

“Owner!”

Emma practically jumped out of her chair and leapt into Akatsuki’s arms and he gently hugged her back.

“It's time now Emma”

Emma was sure she was going to cry this time but before a single tear could drop the maid was at her side frantically fanning her again and then the music began to play.

“Take my arm.”

Emma reached out and took his arm as they exited the room, leaving behind a now sobbing maid. Emma took a deep Shaky breath as she started down the aisle.

There were so many delegates, nobility and other royalty that it almost overwhelmed her but then she caught sight of Yves.

He looked so handsome and had the biggest smile, he was standing so tall and proud at the end of the aisle waiting for her. She remembered what he'd written to her and she immediately straightened her back and held her head high for him.

It felt like the walk down the aisle took forever but at last they came to a stop and Akatsuki placed Emma's hand into Yves' waiting one.

“You look so dashing, Yves.”

“Just like always you're absolutely stunning Emma, inside and out.”

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