#and she was like ofc babe come sit just if you crush me to death you're carrying me home

[imthursdaysyme]

Arthur and Gwen at a sports game

[multifariousqueer]

PLEASE DO A JEALOUS SHURI X READER IM BEGGING YOU

OFC LOVE <333

If you like this request, don't hesitate to request something of your own❤️

Warnings: Suggestive language, implied explicit activities, stalking if you squint, Shuri not giving you enough attention, talking to someone else.

"Griot I need you to run calculations on the previous sample of vibranium and my brother's DNA" Shuri spoke

Shuri had been cooped up in her lab for the past 3 days. You brought her down food and kept her company but you still missed her. You knew that recreating the heart-shaped herb was important to her and after her brother's death, you learned to just let her do whatever she wanted. Still, you missed her cuddling you and the jaw kisses she would give you when you went to sleep.

"Yes, princess. It appears that Y/n is on her way to see you." The AI replied

Shuri sighed and continued on her work. You walked in the sterile elevator and before you knew it, you were in her lab.

"Hey babe" You said.

"Hello, Y/n." Shuri replied coldly.

"What's wrong?" You asked. Shuri rarely spoke to you like this so the sudden change really took you aback.

"Nothing. I'm working right now." Shuri replied

"You've been working for the past 3 days." You murmured.

"For your information, Y/n; the world doesn't revolve around you and Wakanda needs new technology so if you can't help building or calculating, you can see your way out." She said as she ushered you out.

"ok." You replied as you left.

Shuri immediately felt bad for coming off so harsh. You both know that Shuri has tendencies to come off harsh and be rude and in the last few months, it's been happening more often. She would apologize to you and you'd accept and the cycle would repeat.

🌸🌸🌸

You had decided to go on a walk around Wakanda and look at your phone, you realized you hadn't checked it all morning and you thought it would be a good excuse to take pictures. You opened Instagram and you saw that you had a DM from your ex boyfriend.

"Hey" The message read

"Hey?" You replied back. You were confused as to why he decided to reach out after all this time, but hey maybe it was the universe's way of telling you something.

He replied instantly and it caught you off guard.

"You in town?"

"Not currently." You replied, it was kinda fun, you suddenly felt like you were in a time machine.

"Lmk when you are." The message read.

You looked around before replying.

"I will." You replied. He saw the message instantly and the three bubbles came up; you were expecting him to say something but he didn't.

You quickened your pace into a jog and went back to the palace. When you got there, you went to shower and clean up.

When you left the shower, you saw Shuri sitting on your bed. You jumped a bit because you hadn't seen her out of her lab in so long.

"Oh! Hey babe." You said a bit shocked.

"Who's Y/c/n(your crush's name) and why is he asking you when you're in town?" She asked firmly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You said

"Don't lie to me, Y/n. I know that he texted you at 8:27 AM today and you replied." She interrogated

"Jeez who are you the FBI? Plus, he's just a friend, I feel nothing for him. I replied because I felt like it and why are you stalking my messages?" You clapped back

"Y/n I keep tabs on you just to make sure that you're safe and I don't want him to talk to you or you to talk to him." Shuri replied.

"Last time I checked, you're not my mom so I don't need you policing me. And where was this mindset 3 days ago or even 3 hours ago when you told me to get out of your lab?" You said.

"First of all, that's not what you said last night. Second of all, I am under a lot of stress right now but I still love you and I'm sorry that I yelled at you; I know that it was wrong and I'm truly sorry that I've been neglecting you for the past few days. It won't happen again." Shuri promised.

"Good. It better not." You said. You embraced her and she hugged you back as tight as possible.

"So you feel nothing for him anymore, right?" Shuri asked.

"Not a thing." You said.

"Good. Know you can block him forever and never speak to him again." Shuri said.

"Is that jealousy I hear?" You asked

"What? No. I just don't want you giving attention to that thing." She replied.

"Whatever you say, baby." You replied.

"You know, it's been 3 days since we've... you know" Shuri said with a smirk.

"No I don't know. I think you need to show me" You replied suggestively.

"Only Bast knows what I'm gonna do with you." She said, shaking her head.

'*to me" You corrected.

You smirked as she pulled you two to the bed.

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.18

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

Warnings: talks of past severe injury involving surgery and near-death

August sighed as he looked over the information that had been sent to his phone, scrolling through the hospital and accident reports.

“Fuck.” He said, pulling up his contacts and calling Geralt. He felt like they should know, but he didn't feel like repeating himself.

“Hey.” Geralt said when he picked up, “Stephanie and Mike are in the house and I don't feel like seeing Mike's ass.”

“Didn't need to talk to her anyway. I'm putting you on speaker.” He said, backing into a somewhat quiet corner. “Sy, Walter, come here.” They headed over to him, leaning on their pool cues. “I have Geralt.”

“What's up?” Sy asked.

“I had someone look into Stephanie's accident when she was a teen.” August said, “He just sent me the hospital and police reports about it.”

“Why would you do that?” Walter asked and he shrugged.

“Old habits.” August said.

“What did he find?” Geralt asked.

“It was a lot worse than she said. A lot worse.”

“She said she got banged up, lotsa internal bleedin'.” Sy reminded him.

“Markus, her chest was crushed, both lungs collapsed, as well as the lacerated liver that she told you and Geralt about.” August said.

“Shit.” Sy said.

“There was a fault with the passenger airbags, they never deployed.” He said, “Her friend that was driving got off with cuts and scrapes, comparatively.”

“How many times?” Geralt asked, “How many times did she code?”

“Three.” August said, “She coded three times on the operating table. She didn't get one transfusion, she got several, she kept bleeding it out.”

“Fuck.” Geralt said.

“They were going to call it after the third time, but then her heart just started beating on it's own again and her vitals stabilized.” August said and there was a pause.

“The last transfusion.” Walter said and he nodded. “I bet you all a tenner it was wolf blood.”

“It didn't just make it so our wolves recognized her, it saved her life.” He said, “She recovered in record time, the doctors that worked on her called it a miracle in their reports. Hospitals have to track and keep records of where they get blood from, especially if they're used during procedures, just in case the recipient has an adverse reaction. My contact tracked down the last transfusion bag number, got the name of the donor and I cross referenced it with Council records.”

“Wolf?” Sy asked and he nodded.

“An Alpha, runs territory and a pack up in Spokane.” August said, “Donated during a high school blood drive.”

“Well now we know for certain.” Sy said, “Shit, though. We almost lost her before we had her.”

“Let's settle the tab and go home. I need to see her.” Walter said and Sy nodded, heading for the bar to pay the bill.

Stephanie and Mike were in the living room when they got home, their hair wet from a recent shower. Geralt was sitting on the other side of her on the couch, his hand wrapped around her knee, thumb moving back and forth over her skin bared by the shorts.

“Hey.” She said, smiling as she saw them, “Did you guys have fun?” Her smile fell, though, at their serious expressions. “What happened after I left?”

“Nothin', babe.” Sy said, “You're fine.” He pulled her to standing with his hands wrapped around hers, pulling her against his chest. “You're fine.”

“Sy?” She asked, pulling away to look up at him. “Geralt was broody, more than usual, when he came inside, now you guys are looking like someone died. What happened?”

“Nothing, love.” Walter said, coming over to lay his hand on her back. “Just...happy to see you.”

“Coulda fooled me.” Stephanie said.

"You almost died." August said and she looked at him.

"We talking about Jordan?" She asked but he shook his head.

"Your accident." He said, "You almost died. Getting wolf blood saved you, Steph, got your heart beating again. They were going to call it, stop resuscitation efforts, but you came back."

"They told me it had been rough." She said, "But didn't give me details besides what I told you."

"You almost died." He said again.

"It don't matter." Sy said, "It was twenty some years ago, it don't matter. You're here, you're alive, you're safe."

"The past doesn't matter." Mike said, "Just the present."

“Using my own words against me?” She asked, trying to push down the panic rising in her throat.

“Worked for me.” Mike said with a shrug. Geralt pushed up from the couch, pulling her from Sy's arms and into his own, holding her against his chest.

"You're alive." He whispered, tucking his face into her neck.

"You all didn't know me back then." She said, "Mike was in kindergarten."

"Doesn't matter." Geralt said, "I could have lost my Mate before I found her."

"Our Mate." Walter said and Geralt wove his fingers in her hair, tilting her face up to him and kissing her, his eyes closed.

“Your guys' reaction is freaking me out more than anything else.” She said when he pulled away.

“Sorry, doll, it's just...” Sy stopped with a sigh, “We almost lost you. I told you, if you hadn't survived, we wouldn't have a Mate. Our Mate would have been dead before we knew she existed."

“But you did survive.” Mike said, “And we do have a Mate, and I have my Alpha. So the fact that you almost didn't doesn't count.”

“Post-nut clarity?” Sy asked.

“I have transcended.” Mike said and her snort turned into a laugh despite herself. She suddenly gave a squeak of surprise as Geralt ducked quickly, throwing her over his shoulder and heading for the stairs.

“It's bedtime, I guess.” She said.

“Not even gonna fight it?” Sy called after them.

“Nope! Lesson in futility! Goodnight!” They heard his room door close a moment later and Sy snorted, shaking his head.

He smelled like wood smoke still from the fire he had built, his skin warm, his chest hair slightly coarse as he held her. He had kept his boxer briefs on when he got undressed, wanting closeness more than intimacy.

“It really rattled you, didn't it.” She said, looking up at him from her spot on his chest.

“Yes.” He said simply.

“The others, too.”

“Wolves are usually Mike's age when they find their Mate.” He explained, “I came to terms with the idea that I didn't have one a long time ago. I think the others did, too.”

“Then I showed up.” She said and he hummed.

“The fact that I do have one, but she almost died long before I found her. It...” He sighed.

“Almost only counts for horseshoes and hand grenades.” He cracked an eye open, looking down at her with an arched brow. “Something my dad used to say.” She shrugged.

“Used to?” He asked, “When did he...”

“Oh, he's still alive.” Stephanie said, “As far as I know. He and mom got divorced when I was sixteen and Jack was in college. Haven't seen him since.” He just hummed again, his brow furrowed in a scowl. “What?”

“He abandoned his child a year after he almost lost her.”

“I guess he hated mom so much that he didn't like us, either.” She said, “We weren't kids. Jack was almost Mike's age, so it's not like mom could stop him from contacting us. He just never did.” His scowl just deepened. “Geralt, it was almost twenty years ago. The man hasn't been in my life longer than he was, even before they got divorced. He was in the Navy, so he was deployed a lot. Mom didn't feel like following him from base to base, so we always stayed put. I saw him maybe a few months out of the year, got calls on Christmases and birthdays if I was lucky and he remembered.”

“You're his child.”

“He didn't care.” She said and he sighed. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Where's your parents?”

“I don't have any. No Tracker does.” He said it so simply that it made her sit up a little. “Council takes in orphan or unwanted pups and trains them to hunt Ferals.”

“That's—”

“Hunting Ferals is dangerous. Best if there's no one to go home to, or question if they go missing.” He said and looked at her when she held the side of his face, her thumb moving over the high of his cheek.

“You have me.” His hand slid over hers, holding it to his jaw.

“I know.”

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Hihi! May I request Father Frank castle and "innocent" daughter reader

(There is more to this request but I just want to make it clear that when I say "innocent" I don't mean that in a segsual kind of way I mean that as in she's super nice, sweet, everyone loves her and she's never done anything to be a burden, she's not rebellious ect ect)

Moving on, reader is part of of her school (girl) soccer team and her team has to play a game against their schools (boy) soccer team (and ofc Frank/Pete went to the game) and one of the boys is being really rude, kinda s€xist and it really pisses reader off and yk she kinda just- punches him, and everyone's kinda in shock cause no one would ever expect that from her??

(Reader is like 15 - 16?)

Good Game| Frank Castle

Reader: female | daughter reader

Type: Novel- jk jk oneshot

Warnings: idiot Brad...ugh....brad. You airn havin any of his sexist/sexual shit, so fighting and blood mention

Notes: AH I HAD THIS WRITTEN OUT SO GOOD AND THEN TUMBLR KERMITED DEATH TO IT IM GONNA CRY

Masterlist: Marvel | The "Playlist"

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"Shit! Shit! Shit!-Ah!" Y/n shouted hopping on one foot trying to pull her last knee-high sock on, falling onto the hallway floor.

"If you keep layin there you're gonna be late," Frank spoke with a laugh, helping her up as she pulled up sock past her knee.

There was a loud horn outside, "I'm here to pick up a soccer player and her crazy ass dad!?"

She smiled as she rushed to the front door. Opening it with a smile Curt stood there near the cars, and Karen was sat in the back seat.

"Hey, Curt! Hey Karen!"

She went to leave the house quickly.

"Hey!" Frank stopped her, "Bag."

She was tossed her bag as she rushed down her steps, a quick highfive from Kurt before she smiled at Karen. Seeing Midani sitting behind the drivers seat.

"Oh hey! Didn't see you there Ms.Midani." Y/n spoke with a happy wave.

"I got your favorite avocadoes to come." Karen smiled.

"Matt and Foggy?"

Karen nodded with a smile, "They're there waiting."

Y/n smiled, "Come on." Frank interrupted, "Don't wanna be late."

Karen opened the door, scooting over to the middle seat as she took the seat behind the passenger seat where Frank sat.

"Come to join the outlaws Midani?" Frank spoke, Curt starting the car.

"I've come to make sure you don't kill anyone on account of accused cheating." Midani spoke, "But Y/n fixed my car, so it's the least I can do."

"Oh yeah, how does that work now?" Y/n questioned.

"Oddly better than when I had bought it." Midani spoke, "Thanks again."

Y/n smiled, "Yeah whenever you know where to find me."

The drive to the school was shorter than expected, Y/n waved a quick goodbye to them as she rushed off quickly to go meet up with her teammates.

"Oi! You're not late today!" Her friend called, Y/n smiling as she rushed over, pulling her cleats out on the way, waving to Foggy and Matt as she passed by the bleachers to her teammates.

While she was untying her cleats they told her who was on the field and where they were going to be.

"Also...Brad's playing today."

Y/n looked over, she bent over from pulling her cleats on and tightening the strings.

"What's wrong with Brad?" Y/n asked looking over at the boys who were talking and glancing over towards them.

Brad caught eye contact with Y/n, she smiled and waved happily, he waved back with a small smile, "He's always nice to me."

"Damn what a babe." Brad spoke, "Think she'll let me bang after game?"

Number 8 looked up and back, "She's just a girl, she'll beg you for it I bet. What do you think Rog?"

"What?" Rogger spoke tying his shoes "About what?"

"Think the blonde that came in behind her is her mom?" Number 8 asked.

"It is that's a double score." Brad laughed.

"I think that Y/n's a decent human being." Rogger defended, "I really like her,"

Brad laughed, and so did his friend, "Come on, the little sophmore, she's what 15? Don't tell me you've got a crush on her, creep."

"What!? No! she's just nice!" Roger argued, "You're the one trying to bang the sophomore, senior."

"Ah, I ain't tryin to be with her." Brad spoke, "completely diffrent. Junior."

"Well it's diffrent, because I'm not trying to bang her or be with her." Rog defened walking off to get his bag before the game started.

Girls versus' boys, one of the most sought after games, and they were playing it. Both teams didn't take there sport lightly, girls may have had the speed, but the boys had the strength, both well set with coaches and strategies.

With Y/n as a center fielder, tied up with Roger, or in this case Rog as she knew him. It was a friendly competitive game; they still trying there hardest but with a smile on there face.

Kick offs were smooth, the girls getting the ball first, Y/n and Rog fighting for control.

Rog couldn't keep up with her weaving, and ultimately missed his shot to steal the ball. She passed the ball to the side fielder, who took it with ease.

"God I hate you..." he panted, "Already giving me a run for my money."

Y/n laughed, the two smiling and got back too it, the girls scoring a goal.

"Esta! Ahh!"

"First goal of the game baby!" She celebrated.

Things continued to go smoothly, throughout the game Y/n and Rog went head to head, and it turned out Madani was more into soccer than she realized, her and Karen the loudest out of the group. The men of the group were almost embarrassed by their excited shouting.

"Those you're mom's?" Rog asked.

"no." Y/n spoke looking at the two, "I could see how you'd think that, I'm a bit loud like them I suppose."

A whistle was blown and the game picked up again, closing in on the last minute of the first half, and the boys were slacking,

If the girls scored they were three points ahead.

Y/n weaved in and out of people, her friends and teammates guarding the boys. The shot was clear but risky.

"Come on!" Midani shouted, she wasn't the only one shouting though

It was a collection of Y/n's little wonder of joy group and moms and dads on each side.

"God it's open! Please!" Karen begged.

"Come on kid!" Frank chanted on. "Come on!"

Y/n took the shot, the farthest corner from which the boy's goalie guarded, and kicked it as hard as she could. The goalie couldn't get there fast enough and Y/n had made the risky but worth it shot, gaining them a point ahead.

The girl's side was in an uproar, was she extremely shocked? Absolutely, was she gonna be semi humble about it? Yeah.

And it ticked Brad off, the boys even congratulating her on her goal.

"Let's go!" Esta cheered, she hugging Y/n quickly as did the other girls.

Y/n laughed hugging them all back to the best of her ability. Things were going great.

Another kick-off started the last 35 seconds of the first half, Rog being replaced by an angry Brad.

"Nice kickback there." Brad compliment.

"Thank, really thought you were gonna come upon me in that last half." Y/n laughed, "I-"

"For a girl."

What?

"oh, uh thanks?" Y/n finished as the game started again, the girls mostly dribbled it back and forth, keeping the boys from getting it, and did successfully before the whistle was blown for a halt.

With that half time started, the twenty-minute break left them to rest. She drank water and a short walk to calm herself down, Rog joining her.

"Hey! You should meet my family!" Y/n spoke.

"What? No. I'm horrible with parents." He answered honestly.

"Come on,"

"Mhm...Okay...."

Y/n happily walked over there Rog by her side, some of them gone for water.

"Nice foot work out there kid." Curt complimented.

"Thanks, hard keeping up with him." Y/n spoke gesturing towards Rog, "Where's dad?"

"Pete's gone to get water with some of the others."

Y/n nodded, "Curt this is Rogger, I call him Rog.'

"Nice to meet you, sir," Rog spoke.

"Same here," Curt spoke shaking hands with the junior, "Always nice knowing Y/n's making friends."

"This is Matt, Foggy, and Karen." Y/n introduced, "This is-"

"Nice work out there."

Y/n turned her head, "Oh hey! Rog! This is my dad! Dad this is Rogger,"

Rog gulped, were dads always this scarey?

"Pete." Frank introduced holding a hand out for him to shake, Rog only nodded and shook his hand, oh god...

"Roger Moore." He smiled, "Y/n and I have honor's bio together."

"Y/n with friends?" Frank questioned, taking a drink of his water.

"Real funny old man." Y/n smiled, "This is Madani."

Rog said hello and shook yet another person's hand.

"You're gettin your ass kicked out there." Frank teased Rog.

"Ah, yeah I am." Rog laughed, "She deserves to kick my ass- I-"

Rog cleared his throat, "I, yes Y/n is definitely good in the field, she's a sophomore on the varsity team, she got on freshman year, she's doing good for himself."

"Aw." Y/n spoke, "Keep goin."

Rog laughed playfully, "Hey! Rog!"

He turned his head, his coach calling him, "I've gotta go, nice meet you all!"

Rog left quickly.

"Damn Frank made him pee his pants." Curt laughed.

Frank laughed, "You think?"

"No just gave him a heart attack," Matt spoke, thanking Madani as water was handed to him.

"Scarring away my only friend?" Y/n laughed.

"Oh please, he's too old to be your friend," Frank spoke.

"He's only a Junior."

"My point." Frank shrugged as Y/n shook her head with a smile.

Yet soon Y/n was called back into game, Y/n rushing back to her team.

Like before, the girls were doing good, managing to keep their 3 points ahead, for most of the rest of the game, Brad wasn't too hard to handle, he relied on strength, and overshot things, so as long as she could avoid him it was easy to switch around him or kick the ball away from him.

The last ten minutes were getting brutal for her, the back of her ankles were stepped on, dirt purposely messed up in places she had to run ending in her tripping. Brad obviously attempted to knock her over, and did successfully, Y/n assumed he had done this all before, because he was good at hiding that it wasn't him, usually acting like he tripped with her.

Yet another trip over a purposely placed leg, she fell and slid in some up-kicked dirt.

"Shit sorry." Brad announced quickly, kneeling down to help her up, "You look good under me though."

Y/n glared at him as he helped her up, he was close to her, looks like they were hugging it out a hand too comfortable on her hip, "Come with me and a friend after the game, bring one or two of your friends? Treat you real good."

"I think I'm good." Y/n defended his hand on her arm tightly.

"Oh come on, why are all the sexy ball players dikes."

"Excuse me?" Y/n shouted.

"It's not like you play good anyways you're just a girl, they just pick you because these guys get horny for a girl in uniform-"

There was a loud slap, the whole game went quiet, and Y/n pulled away from him in anger.

"Shit Y/n what the hell!" her friend shouted rushing over, but not fast enough.

"You know why they put me on this team, it's because history will remember me in soccer, while it'll just forget you as some man whore."

Y/n walked away, her hair pulled harshly as she pushed away from him.

"You wanna go!? Fuckin creep!" Y/n shouted.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Could it of been defused easily? On anyone who looked at it from the outside, maybe, but this was war.

The two started fighting throwing punches, she was grabbed by Frank, quickly other kids trying to hold Brad back who had a bloody nose, it was broken by one of Y/n's throws.

"Go ahead! Say it again! You ain't no big man now!" Y/n shouted at the top of her lungs, "You still wanna say I'm a girl and can't be shit but your fuck toy! Come on! Come at me! Come at me fucker!"

"I said it once and I'll say it again! Crazy ass hoe!"

That's when Frank handed her to Curt, he shouted at the boy, his father who had rushed onto the field arguing with him.

Matt had gotten on the field out of all people, he was one of the only people that could actually take on Frank, both legally and villigantely wise.

"Look! Hey! Hey! We'll get him legally!" Matt shouted, "Think about Y/n right now."

Matt managed to push Frank away from the fight, Midani, and Curt looked over Y/n's own bloody nose on the bleachers. Midani taking off her cleats and socks as instructed by Curt, the coach helping out as well.

"And he the kept steppin' on my heels, I'm not lying-"

"Yeah, I can tell." Curt spoke, "Stand up and turn around."

Y/n did as told, her tight socks and shoes not supporting her anymore caused her to wince.

"Those are definitely from Cleats..."Curt spoke, "Shit..."

"I've got a medkit." Her coach spoke rushing to go get the team's medkit.

"We take pictures of this and any injuries she has now you can use them against any possible court case or bring on." Foggy spoke, "That mom been tapping the whole game so we have more evidence. Plus, that mom of that asshole who did this looks entitled."

"Hey," Frank spoke she turned around, "You good, You okay?"

She nodded as he cleaned the blood from her mouth, wincing.

"You're okay kid, you did good."

She nodded tears starting to fill in her eyes, her whole world felt like it was crumbling, adrenaline pumping through her ears mixed with her heartbeat caused overthinking: that was it, no more soccer, no more friends, everything: gone to shit.

"Hey! Hey!" Frank spoke lifting her face up to look at him, "He doesn't deserve those tears, alright? You did good, You did good,"

She hugged him tightly as he rubbed her head, "You did good..."

Y/n held him tightly kissing her head. The coach rushed back over with the Referees.

"Castiglione, I'm gonna need you to tell Refs everything: we got people who've been filming the whole thing; we can get Brad suspended immediately if everything lines up."

Y/n nodded, her face going back into Franks chest, "Give her a minute."

They did, Curt taking and pictures of her injuries, more brusies than usual, especially on the back of her heels, and her arms and sides.

Curt was sweet, making her laugh as he patched her up, it's different patching up a kid than a grown man.

It was Matt and Foggy that hovered over her with Frank by her side as she talked the Ref.

"Sweetheart-"

"Don't calll our client sweetheart." Matt interjected.

"Uh, are these lawyers?"The female ref spoke.

God what was happening, how did the biggest game of the season turn into a trial, the refs judged as they watched over multiple camera angles from soccer moms.

It was true, they found in each different camera that there was either, Y/n being tripped purposely, or pushed in the ankles. And one camera had caught clear that she had tried to pull away and he grabbed her arm.

and as formal penalty proceeder: "Red Card Number 9, Misconduct! "

"What!?" Brad shouted, "Me!? That's bullshit!"

"Number 9 will be disqualified from the season!"

"You can't do that-"

"I just did." The ref argued, walking off to meet with the other refs.

Y/n reasonably was sat out on injury, she sitting with her family on the bleachers. The girls won that day, Y/n shooting up to cheer just to fall into the dirt due to weak ankles. She only laughed as Frank shook his head at her: it was crazy how she could change his mood with just a smile.

"Come on," Frank spoke helping her up she sat back on the bleacher.

"Yeah! WE DID IT!" They cheered, the girls rushing over to Y/n.

"Come on! Come on!"

"I really can't stand-"

Frank and Curt picked her up, letting her lean on their shoulders. Both had smiles on their face as the teens surrounded them. They all cheered, it infecting the girl's bleachers as there was an uproar in smiles and laughter.

Y/n could see the coach of the boy's team scolding all of them, it must've been awkward to sit over there. Y/n tapped her dad on the shoulder, she pulling her arm from Curt.

"Take me other there."

"What? Are you crazy?" Frank demanded.

"Please?" Y/n spoke.

Frank sighed, helping her in walking over, the boys watching; they had for sure been scolded, but watching Y/n walk over was like a salt in the wound about to be rubbed in.

She stopped in front of the coach, he looking down at her.

"I don't want an apology, just let Brad gets what he deserves," Y/n started, holding a hand out, "Good game."

"You never fail to surprise me Catiligonie." He spoke shaking her hand firmly.

"Good game." Rog spoke, holding his hand out for her.

"Good game." She smiled, shaking his hand.

Others started to line up, firm handshakes, and high fives that led to handshakes and snapping fingers given by the boys. The girls followed quickly in Y/n's footsteps and soon enough everyone was giving high fives and shaking hands.

"I'm proud of you kid," Frank spoke, they walking back to the group of people who came to support her.

"Yeah?" She laughed teasingly, "Learned from the best."

He let out a light laugh, pulling her head closer to kiss her temple.

[kyodzuken]

boyfriend headcanons - soul evans

a/n; my soul evans inspired playlist!! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1YntdhOZPg1wMzYBwymwWR?si=JnHvKUWRSKGghG_dDakXGA

- you and soul started off as friends

- you'd joined the dwma halfway through the year and immediately hit it off with liz and patty

- and inevitably the rest of the group

- you're shy; so seeing this big group of loud - and very talented - weapons and meisters threw you off a bit

- but don't judge a book by its cover bc they were acc vvv warm and welcoming

- 'any friend of liz and patty is a friend of ours!'

- your partner was the first to realize tbh

- you and the gang were playing basketball

- or rather you, patty and your partner sat and watched as the rest played basketball

- when they caught you staring at a certain white-haired weapon a lil too long

- and patty;; being the girl she is;;; brought it up instantly when your partner nudged her shoulder.

- '(y/n)-chan!!! i never took you as a lovey type!'

- you rolled your eyes and denied it

- but they knew

- and so did you

- that night,, maka invited everyone over

- and ofc luck was on your side

- and you were squeezed next to soul during the movie marathon

- and it didn't help your case when he put his arm behind you, resting it on the couch.

- you thanked god it was dark because liz would definitely bully you for how red you were lmfao

- you excused yourself to the bathroom

- nearly shat your pants bc ????? uh????? you were just next to ur crush???

- and he smelt rlly nice wtf y/n snap out of it

- so after composing urself and one too many splashes of water on ur face;;

- you exited the bathroom to see the group sitting down in a game of 7 minutes in heaven

- and you wanted to cry

- you either got stuck with death the kid, literally the worst dude in the entire group (blackstar), crona, or your crush.

- lose/lose situation,,, maybe except crona bc theyre a cutie

- and lowkey you were wishing you picked up a specific hairband

-  and u did lol hahahah

- so u were stuck in this small cramped closet

- and u were so deep in thought

- u barely heard when the poor boy called ur name

- ' uhh,, listen,, this is so uncool of me to say here but,, if you say no i'll just kick you out of my house.'

- jeez ok albino

- 'i like you.'

- you swore you stopped breathing

- wtfwtf????

- did he just???

- nawl

- 'uh... i like you too..' you muttered

- which ended with a 2 minute long makeout session

- his hands travelling somewhere they shouldn't

- before blackstar slammed open the closet doors

- exposing the two of you; lips puffy and hair messed up

- the teasing didn't stop for months lol

- but das okay bc deep down they knew yall were couple goals PLS

- soul has a playlist

- filled w bangers

- and everytime he's over and the playlist starts....

- whew heated makeout sesh

- he definitely has some led lights in his room

- set to red

- wink wonk

- he's the type of boyfriend to always have his hand around your waist

- and y'all are best friends doe

- cue maka getting jealous / mad bc soul started ignoring her lowkey<//3

- deserve

- ANYWAYS you guys are literal SOULmates (hehe)

- you have so many inside jokes

- the group is honestly surprised bc they didn't think you two would get along at first

- soul is the type of boyfriend to have sm memes on his phone

- like you'll text him the most specific scenario ever and he'd have a wendy williams meme for it

- and he teases u,, sure

- but it always comes from a good place yktfv

- soul is the type of boyfriend to hold ur head and give you forehead kisses

- he'd give the best hugs too

- he'd wrap his arms around your torso and place his chin ontop of your head

- whenever ur sad just text him a lil frown face

- he's at ur door in record time

- w takeout, some snacks he possibly stole from maka's stash, and his netflix password

- sometimes you guys just lie there

- basking in each other's presence

- u might hold hands but

- mostly just enjoying each other

- soft rnb or indie playing in the background (peep my soul inspired playlist juicyoh)

- soul isn't good at doing ur hair

- but he'd try

- stupid little braids while u two are watching a movie

- netflix and chill except yall acc chill

- like he literally falls asleep in ur arms awe

- and you'd sometimes ask to do makeup on him if u wear makeup

- put his hair back w a lil hairband as he mutters some shit like

- ' this is SO not cool '

- shut up white boy you love it

- expensive dinner dates are few and far between

- but thats just bc yall are not that kind of couple

- you'd rather just get takeout and watch a good comedy or horror

- you'd be the couple to start a youtube channel

- and it'd be acc funny content like,,

- people would subscribe for the couple and stay for the content

- once you did a fnaf lets play

- soul literally left halfway through bc he got scared

- cue the 'bestfriend vs girlfriend tag w/ maka and y/n'

- if ur a meister

- you've probably tried wielding soul in his weapon form

- let's say,, it didn't go too well,,, and now theres a big mark in a wall in the city

- you and soul would 100% play pranks on blackstar and death the kid

- especially death the kid

- with help from lizzy and patty you'd make the poor boy regret ever introducing you two

- but it's all in good fun and the black haired boy has gotten y'all back multiple times too

- soul loves it when you wear his clothes

- like just seeing u in his hoodie makes him ❤️ 💓 💕 💖 💓  💖💕 ❤️

- one of ur biggest pet peeves tho

- is hes constantly undermining his struggles

- and you sit him down like

- 'babe,, youre important to me,,, you need to tell me if somethings wrong okay???'

- baby bursts into tears

- you and maka are some of the only people he's open to.

- he'd definitely play you piano

- or teach you if you don't know how

- maybe you'll sing along a few times

- when you fight it's usually over silly things

- like maybe maka was being maka and he's stressed so he lashed out

- or you didn't kill the kishin you were meant to and got told off by lord death

- it always ends in apologies;; you two don't really let it get between you

- soul is the type to tuck ur hair behind your ear when making out

- or the type to give u hugs from behind

- like imagine omgomg

- you're just chilling in the hallways at the dwma

- talking to patty

- when soul just

- he just

- ugh hugs u from the back, his head on your shoulder, a soft smile on his face as he kisses your cheek.

- cutie asf y'all r cute cute cute

- all in all

- he rlly does care ab you and you just

- "right back atcha babeyy!!"

- fr though

- y'all are bestfriends but also lovers

- goals af

- manifesting a relationship like that brb

[saucysamu]

Okay so... I know you’re not in the mood to write rn but still emergency request? like you can do a really small one bbygirl and don’t pressure yourself to write it immediately! ❤️

My friend just tiggered me cause she bought the same pair of trousers I got and she has them in S and I needed L. Like I would‘ve never fit in S. Yet she does and her body is similar to mine? Also she gained weight & I lost some?? and I’m just confused and my mind is getting stupid Ed related thoughts again like? I lost weight & gained muscles yet I’m still too fat??? Eventho I’m not like you can see my ripcage ??? & can I get some comfort from Oikawa, Sakusa & Atsumu pls?

My love I hope you’re doing better by now and don’t keep on spending your time thinking about that 🥺 you know you can rant to me whenever you feel like it, ilysm ❤️

Anyways here we go,,

Oikawa, Sakusa and Atsumu x reader who struggles with an ED

warnings: mention of ED/ body image/ food

Oikawa

* You’ve been dating for quite a while so Oikawa is aware of what went through your mind back then 

* and he knows how to deal with it quite well??

* though he wished he didn’t have to, you’re so perfect in his eyes he will never be able to wrap his head around how someone like you would worry about such things

* so when you mention it all awkwardly to him that,, specific thoughts keep occurring again his mind goes A L A R M

* you even feel too embarrassed to look at him at all, but what for?

* he hugs you softly, placing his chin on the top of your head “you know I would never judge you for the way you feel right?” you just hum quietly as a response

* ladies, gentlemen and non-binary babes: here we have another king of pushing your self-esteem or crushing it in the case of enemies

* idk how he does it but he always says the right things to you without messing up or triggering you

* bet he’s the first one to distract you and support you like no other

* bitch cooks recipes of your fave foods to cook them more healthily so you won’t feel guilty

* need a gym buddy? Oikawa agrees before you can even ask him 

* he tries to be subtle when observing your behavior bc even when he acts calm he’s still worried to death

* however it doesn’t stay unnoticed by you lol and you’d just reassure him with a teasing grin

* as much as he wants to believe it, he catches himself at times just wanting to make extra sure,,

* but he knows you’re strong!! and a fighter!! 

* Still cautious when it comes to food even if you got better, it low-key became a habit of his to make sure you eat properly

* honestly can’t wait to go shopping with you again to hype you tf up and show you off to the world like “Ha! I have the prettiest gf on earth!! Watch her go off!!!”

Sakusa

* oh boy oh boy it took so long for the both of you to finally date so you can bet your ass he cares about you almost more than cleanliness,, almost

* which means there are only two things that make him feel startled,,, germs and you suffering

* he was NOT prepared for this

* I’m not gonna lie he’s the type that never got behind how being mentally ill worked, he always took everything as it was and would usually roll his eyes at someone claiming they’re depressed like honestly he’s such a “get over it, everyone gets sad sometimes😔✌🏻” - kind of guy cbdahjbks help💀

* well at least that is until he started to get to know you

* at the beginning he was still in denial like ??? iTs NoT ThaT ComPLiCatEd someone give this man some empathy PLEASE

* scratch that when he finds out how severe this can actually get yes he watched documentaries on EDs but if you asked no he didn’t 

* you notice his caution now tho like come on it’s obvious

* finds excuses to spend more time with you, always wants to be as close to you as possible my guy wants make sure you’re not ✨messing around✨

* suspiciously more affectionate than before

* adjusts to you more easily now like who are we kidding this man wants you to be okay, no, GLOWING bc you’re his precious baby

* cuddle sessions with you sitting between his legs, leaning against his chest while doing your daily self care routine and watching cheesy Netflix originals

* it’d be quiet the whole time and out of nowhere he’d randomly tell you how beautiful and perfectly clean you are and how much he loves you,, as if it was nothing,,smh OmiOmi

* he’s too awkward to suggest actually useful things to you,, I mean his emotional intelligence is a little uhhh behind so what do we expect

* would do anything for you that is of help tho so if you ask him to do this or that he’d never say no to you

* cooks healthy meals for you and yes he CAN cook

* if you ever argued about it then it would probably be bc he doesn’t get how you can think so low of yourself. He doesn’t want to be angry let alone show his anger about it to you but sometimes he can’t help but feeling frustrated. You both can be stubborn so it probably takes a while for him to make it up to. 

* his apologies are the most sincere you’ll ever witness.

* actually puts a lot of effort into those so you just can’t stay angry with him ://

* he really tries his best and sometimes in a moment of silence when you two lie down cuddled up with tangled legs and your ear pressed against his chest, his heartbeat reassures you that he’s there for you no matter what.

Atsumu

* he always thought you were being sarcastic whenever you left remarks on your body

* malfunctions when he realize you weren’t 

* ffs he’s overwhelmed and doesn’t know what to say when you actually talk about it

* tries to bite down his tears

* he fails

* and just hugs you tightly from behind so you don’t see him like that

* soft whispers in your ear that he’ll make you love yourself the way you should while cradling you 

* he’s not convinced he’ll be able to actually manage that but you can be certain he’ll put his whole heart into trying so.

* internal panic when he sees you being down so he awkwardly tries to light your mood with bad fuckin jokes,, he doesn’t know you laugh at the actual jokes but rather at him 💀

* like the perfect clumsy boyfriend he is - his attempts to cook something you’d be comfortable with go horribly wrong since he can’t cook for shit so he begs Osamu to cook something for you and Atsumu would just take his bike and get to Onigiri Miya and back in no time

* his clumsiness would distract you all the time and you can’t convince me otherwise 

* when you laugh at him like that he’d pout out of embarrassment but it would turn into a smile at the way you laugh right after like ugh he’s blessed

* probably asks Osamu for advice every now and then and his brother is just like??? you’re asking ME?? despite him still giving good advice

* ofc he works out with you what did you expect though he doesn’t want you to overdo it 🥺

* wants you to be around whenever he has practice or games, he’s more at peace knowing you’re not doing god knows what

* and you better keep your eyes and mind on him at all times 👀😼

* showering you with so many compliments like even about things you didn’t even notice yourself, he’s just really paying attention to you thoroughly it seems like every day he loves you more and more and he makes sure you realize that.

I really hope you liked it and I’d be happy about any feedback so please leave some bc I’m kinda insecure about my writing in general lol

[ghoulciifer]

new follower and wow your writing is so good 😩🔥 so glad I found you! 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 if you are still doing requests, could I get a SFW snippet of Kageyama’s first reaction when seeing his future s/o. I imagine he wouldn’t know what to do with himself and I love imagining him getting flustered and then his team making fun of him because they’ve never seen him like that before 😂 well thanks for having requests open! Have a lovely day! 🙏🏻☺️

request: Kageyama meeting his future s/o + the team’s reaction.

word count: 1.1k

tw: none

tags: embarrassed kags, sweet, sweet fluff

notes: anon 🥺 you are the sweetest thing, oh my goodness. you made my day. thank you so much for following me and enjoying my content, that makes me so happy!! please feel free to interact or request as often as you like (w/o spamming ofc), my inbox is always open. this is actually the first time i’m posting a drabble on tumblr so, here you go! as always, thank you for the request and ily ❥

“Another, Kageyama!”

“Right!” 

Sweat dribbled down his temple, tickling his skin until the drop caught the curve of his jaw and slid down to his chin. He brought the hem of his practice jersey to wipe at his mouth swiftly before adjusting his stance once more. Fingers at the ready, eyes trained on the ball, Kageyama’s body moved on instinct to meet the flying object mere inches away from the net. 

Fingertips. Air. Palm. 

Another successful set sent to Hinata’s powerful swing, another successful quick attack. The orange-haired boy practically jumped for joy as he slapped his reddened palm against Kageyama’s in celebration. This was it - their hard work was finally showing results, their goals coming to fruition. Nationals were so close they could taste it. 

“Alright boys, take 5. We’ll do one more round of laps before wrapping up with another practice match.” 

Ukai’s voice echoed off the gym walls and bounced right into boys’ ears, who all grunted a quick ‘yes, coach’ in response. Kageyama wiped the sweat from his forehead with the drenched collar of his shirt once more before making his way to the collection of water bottles sitting at the corner of the gym. Strange, he thinks, usually Yachi is there to pass the bottles around during breaks. He does a quick look around and realizes she was nowhere to be seen - a pang of guilt hits him at not noticing their co-manager’s absence. 

“Oi, where’s Yachi today? Asahi finally scare her off or something?” As if on cue, Tanaka inquires just what Kageyama is thinking. 

Asahi looks as if he might pass out, most likely thinking he just might have scared her off. The shy ace’s reaction makes the team laugh. 

“Nah,” Daichi slaps a reassuring palm against Asahi’s shoulder, “She just had a lot of class work to catch up on from being sick last week.” 

“Besides, aren’t we supposed to meet another candidate for co-manager today? I think that’s where Kiyoko’s been this whole time.” Suga adds while holding a towel from both ends around his nape. 

Tanaka and Nishinoya scramble over each other to pester the silver-haired boy into giving more information about the ‘new babe’ joining the team, but he reveals he’s just as clueless as the rest of them. Kageyama also wonders briefly who this candidate might be, another first year, maybe? He shakes his head - it doesn’t matter. Whoever they might be really wasn’t any of his business. Besides, his only concern at the moment was perfecting his technique in preparation for nationals. He could get to know the new manager once they reached the top. 

“Wow, looks a lot bigger on the inside.” A soft, unfamiliar female voice breaches the testosterone filled air and suddenly all eyes turn to the source at the entrance of the gym. 

Kiyoko stands clad in her usual black tracksuit, clipboard in hand, and engaged in conversation with the culprit at hand. Kageyama swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. Could a human being truly be that beautiful? 

“WOAH, KIYOKO, BABY, WHO’S YOUR FRIEND, HUH?” Tanaka and Noya blabber in unison while Daichi and Ennoshita hold them back like a pair of rabid dogs. The soft giggle that erupts from your lips in response to Kiyoko’s annoyed sigh resonates all throughout Kageyama’s body, urging his heart to beat even harder against his chest - God does he want to hear that laugh again. He decides right then and there he would do anything to be the reason you make such a sweet sound, all for him. The mere sight of you doesn’t allow him to fully register that you are, in fact, still a stranger… and he’s been staring slack jawed this entire time. 

“Woah, Kageyama, why is your face so red? And why is your mouth open like that?” Hinata innocently pokes at the awestruck boy’s shoulder and speaks with a voice far too loud for Kageyama’s liking, exposing this embarrassing moment in its full glory to the rest of the room. Yourself included. 

Kageyama is quick to clamp his jaw shut and turn slightly with a pout etched into his lip just before your eyes land on him, face much redder than before. However, his reflexes weren’t quick enough to avoid the wandering eyes of the rest of his teammates. 

“Ooooh, does the king see something he likes? A crush, perhaps?” Tsukishima is the first to deliver a teasing blow, adjusting his glasses with a playful glint in his eye. Yamaguchi can’t help but snicker at his side. 

“A crush? Who would he have a crush on??”

“Isn’t it obvious, basketball head? The pretty girl he’s never seen before.” 

“Ooooh! She is pretty! I can see why you like her, Kageyama!” 

Death. That’s what Kageyama wishes for the most at this very moment. A swift death that will take him away from this torture. He tries to hide the mortification in his features as the team continues to tease him for acting so out of character. 

Meanwhile, as you watch the scene unfurl before you, you can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks and crawls up to the tips of your ears. Did he really think you were that pretty? This boy you’ve never seen before, so enamored by the sight of you that he just… shut down? Perhaps the tall blonde was right, and the way Kageyama was now avoiding your gaze was answer enough to your question. 

Kiyoko once again apologized on behalf of the herd of boys clambering around Kageyama and swore ‘they weren’t usually like this’, pulling you aside to have a chat with coach Ukai about your upcoming training. Admittedly, he was unsure about having two managers next season but, Kiyoko definitely talked you up enough to convince him that it might not be a bad idea, what with the team’s continuous growth. Besides, it was fairly obvious the boys had already taken a liking to you. 

Kageyama spared a glance your way while being put in a headlock by Tanaka, Nishinoya gripping his shoulders and bouncing around while Daichi, Suga, and Asahi stood by with their faces buried within their palms. Perhaps it was chance that you happened to look his way during that exact moment, but the second your eyes met for the first time, it was as if the world stood still and all he could feel was you, even all the way across the gym… and the soft smile you sent his way only made his body melt further. 

Maybe he would make an effort to get to know you before nationals. 

[fleshblueberry]

Babe wake up im going to rant about my ocs lore because im bored

Tw/cw depression, suicide, kidnapping, addiction, unreality

I write angsty stuff for my ocs oops-

When i first started making my characters they were very different in alot of ways and they were very different from what they are now. But i some how managed to glue all the chaos of my ocs together into a semi-coherent story. I went through an insane amount of world building with myself and i honestly dont think ive ever writen or typed any of it out before! its all just up in my head (and you know my memory is trash so ive probably forgotten of alot of things i made before lol). Anyways- i have two main story lines for my characters. Ethan's story, and Vevlet's story. Although i must admit Ethan's story is less complex than velvets simply beacsue it acts as a story of prequeal to Velvets story line. (Alternate realities that happen to have effect on each other basically- we love space time junk)

Ethan's world is very similar to ours, the most similar out of any of my fantasy worlds lol. Ethan's story revolves around self-discovery. I mean for it to be a wholesome/lighthearted thing that quickly leads up to dark undertones (spoilers lol). Ethan's story begins with Eef pre-transition (AFAB to NB). We get to see Ethan learn about themself and have fun exploring emotions and what it means to be alive. Ethan comes from a run-down family (mom khs, dad mia). So he lives with his adoptive parents (who i have yet to design and think about- theyre lesbians 100% though). A major moment for Eef is meeting his partner Seth. As you already know Ethan and Seth are cute ass boyfriends and stuff but guess what! im jammed their story full of angst and edgy shit bc i "wrote" most of this when i was hella depressed! Anyways Seth's family is like moderally welathy, wealthier than most i would say. Seth catches feelings for the emo chick ofc (forgot to metion Eef was definately a hot goth girl before he transitions).... uh yea anyways seth ends up flirting and crushing on eef and eef is like yea sure im bored and sad why not. and they end up dating after a while. Theres an important moment in their relationship when Ethan take Seth to this dead tree. THis dead tree is very important also bc it is where his mother hanged herself, and Ethan doesnt quite remember that bc he was very young when it happened, but he knows it as a place of comfort and he goes there alot when he feels sad or alone. this tree could be taken as symbolizim but heheh ill never tell. anyways Ethan is like yo my fevorite tree and Seth is like wtf okay bro ily and all but why a dead tree with an unstable tire swing?? ANd ethans like idk but i like it here reminds me of my childhood (op my guy) and they spend the night there. Also when ethan comes out to seth as nonbinary seth is just like ok,,, because hes bisexual lol. anyways time skip and Seth has some addiction problems once he graduates, long story short- Ethan doesnt like it bc his dad was a druggie so he trys to help Seth and Seth raises his voice and ethan is tiny compared to his bf so hes naturally like terrified of being hit and he suddenly feels his world of happy and peace he build back up bieng destroyed once again so he heads to his mothers dead tree and decides life isnt worth it anymore, and he hangs himself in the exact spot his mother did.... once seth comes off one of his highs or whatever hes like- oh fuck i yelled and acted agro to my traumatized partner. and he immedatly goes to the tree bc its Ethans favortie spot but its to late. regret is the only emootion anymore... its over for them.

now youre probably wondering how the absolute hell does that tie into velvets lore?? well do i have a tale for you. Velvets sotry begins on her 21st birthday, she is out for drinks with her douchebag bf and her bestfriend. several drinks later she yells over blaring club music shes going to the restroom, and as shes walking back she sees her bf and her bestie making out and she doesnt even say anyhting and walks out alone. She is making her way back to her apartment very tipsy. She then hears a vechile driving beside her, she cant make out anyhting theyre saying and the people in the car get out and before she even relises whats going on shes thrown into the vechile and is being beaten and yelled at. She passes out as theyre driivng to somewhere. When she next awakes she is in a barn-looking place. Concreate walls painted red and straw all over the floor. she cant stand, her legs stung and so did her entire body. for several days- she doesnt know how long she stayed in this place unable to move or do anything. Weak and starving, she gathered up her last bit of strength and hung herself on a low board (havent really worked out the details on that scence bc i keep changing my mind but she does hang herself). Cut to a space of nothingness- legit nothing- exactly its impossible to imagine nothing. In the nothing sits velvet all skin and bone, and then an entity, a hooded figure with long hair, sits next to her. No words are spoke, but the entity looks at velvet longingly. Then it tears out its eye- just full on plunges its hand into its socket and rips it out. bloody mess honestly. the entity hands its eye to velvet, and she takes it. there is no thoughts here, no sound, only actions. Cut once more to a coriners room place? ya know the place with dead bodies and tables and shit- anyways a bright light emerges from dead!vevlets chest and surrounds her entire body. *cue stunned doctor mans* Velvet arises from her death with her scars healed over and... wings. Yup shes an angel now. I mean her world already had monsters and things of suppernatural belonging but- angels are rare. She makes 1 of 2 angels in their relam as of current. Angels are "made" from regrets. Regret overflowing from two sources- one long dead and the other recent. This is where ethan comes in. Ethan's regret from how he died was powerful and sad, powerful enough for his spirt- an entity- to reach Velvets. Velvet too, had much regret in her death. So young and so many things that could have been avoided. In the days following up to her death in the barn/cellar she only felt regret. Regret for all she did and all she didnt do. So much pain summoned the entity. Their powerful forces of regret pulled them together and allowed Velvet to return- but at a price for the both of them. the entity lost its eye- symbolizing a loss of humanity and conscientiousness. While Velvet lost herself, she no longer can view her world in the same way. She has severe ptsd- like episodes and halucinations. She cant go back, she has to live through he own grief. Velvets appearnace also changes quite a bit. Her hair got longer, she has two sleek gray wings on her back, and- one of her eyes are purple now. why does it hrut her to see that eye? why is it all so familiar yet far away. Her human brain can hardly understand all the changes. But she was gifted this- she knows she must try. And luckily for her society sees angels as higher beings. They are given the umost respect but they are also greatly feared because of how misterious their origins are. The only other known angel meets with velvet quite alot through her story, he will act as a sort of guide/plot device to make things a bit easier for myself (havent worked out his lore tho or even a design for him hjbfkjsdb). Anyways im tired and its 1:35 am so thats all the lore you get for now, plus its the stuff ive thought about the most so- i dont really want to think any furtherb ahead yet lol. to many little things to work out...... i love creating but oml typing hurts after an hour or so-

Jam out!

... I don't even know what to say to this

[heist-family-content]

Consider: heist family Disney vacation. How chaotic does it get.

Okay so this ask maybe might’ve perhaps been sitting in my inbox for like a month because of how freaking amazing it is, but I am on a roll today so we’re getting to it, apologies for the wait, love. I send a fuckton of credit to @hawkswithvideocameras for extensively helping me out with this one, love you, babe.

First off, let’s just get this clear, no one is allowed to steal cash. Like after they’ve gotten through the security gate and they’re all standing right in front of the iconic Mickey Mouse shaped pattern of flowers, an all around pact is made that no one will be stealing money from the most magical place on earth. Swiping Tinkerbell’s paycheck is not only low, it’s sacrilegious. 

Snacks and props, though. That’s not off limits. 

For example, during that particular weekend, certain things around the park just start to go missing. Cotton candy machines, animatronics, props from Pirates of The Caribbean... the possibilities are endless. Basher considered straight up yoinking the boulder from the Indiana Jones ride but ultimately decided it wouldn’t fit in the hotel room. The twins deadass just grabbed as many lightsaber parts as humanly possible. At some point a literal fucking BOAT ends up in their possession, don’t ask about that one. 

As you can imagine, the situation does get very chaotic, at some point, Danny actually has to make a slide presentation on Why Committing Arson On The Pirates Of The Caribbean Ride Is Not A Good Idea, And No, The Water Won’t Necessarily Put It Out. In case you were wondering, Basher and the Twins are not allowed to go on that one without supervision. Virgil argued that Linus can’t count as supervision because he’s like 12, which led to Linus having another hyperventilating episode of quietly screaming that he’s four years older than them. 

Now, to the good stuff: Rollercoasters. Livingston can Thoroughly Enjoy them, but only after calculating the risk factors, most, if not all, of which are pretty low. Linus can easily vibe with most of them, but on the really extreme ones he usually ends up shutting his eyes and trying not to scream. Danny, however, refuses mostly all of them, as if he’s simply Too Cool to fuck up Space Mountain, but Rusty knows it’s because he doesn’t trust em. Too many loops, too many chances for death. So naturally on one of them, Rusty is all like “I’ll do this one with you” and right when they get to the top, just before the biggest drop Danny’s ever seen, Rusty just casually says with a grin “Did you know that x amount of people die from theme park machinery accidents a year?” and Danny will never forgive him.  

Notes:

No one even tries to get Rusty away from the Churro machines, but his level of audacity just flies through the roof when he’s high on all the sugar. 

Saul and Frank’s favorite thing is to look at the ride pictures where they flash at the scariest moments. Those photos are priceless. 

Linus formed an accidental crush on Princess Tiana. Danny and Rusty ofc try to get her number for him, and even though he’s not a frog, she gives him a kiss on the cheek. 

Rusty shamelessly hits on Prince Phillip every time they’re in the square. He’s gotten more than blush to come out of the poor actor. 

Reuben had the audacity to rent It’s A Small World for a couple hours. 

Saul brings a chessboard on a ride. The attendant barely gets two words in about it before he shuts them down. 

Danny’s favorite ride is the Haunted Mansion and Rusty’s favorite is Indiana Jones. The holograms on THM give Danny some new ideas for a job, and Rusty just loves that part where the boulder’s coming and everybody freaks the fuck out. 

[deathonyourtongue]

Willow Run | Ch. 4

Summary: On a horse ranch in Texas, life is far simpler than on the streets of Bakubah, but Syverson has a bad habit of taking in strays of all kinds, no matter what demons may be after them. Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC Word Count: 2K Warnings: Death. Yeah, I said it.  A/N: You guys are the absolute best! I apologize in advance for what I’m about to do (my body count is WAY too high at this point, but a niche is a niche I guess, right?) CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 |

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If pain and suffering were library books, Syverson was way past due. 

Despite all the extra work he’d put in, Sy slept fitfully. Sasha's presence had more than once awoken memories of his past and now, without his consciousness to act as a filter, his mind was having a field day as it dragged him down memory lane. He tossed, turned, murmured and finally cried out in sheer terror as the most horrific image of his life came back in full, breath-taking force.

Syverson sat bolt upright as the moment played out, his body covered head to toe in sweat, eyes wide and wild as he reached for a gun that hadn't been there in years; not since the incident with the window.

He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't block out the image, and even though he looked awake, Sy was still very much caught in the grips of his nightmare; the tears streaming silently down his face and his mouth locked open in a hoarse scream were proof enough.

Though Sasha had taken a bit to get comfortable in a new bed, she’d fallen asleep without much issue once she settled. After only about two hours’ worth of sleep, Sy’s scream jolted her awake, startling her badly until her mind was able to make sense of what was happening. Wearing only the t-shirt she’d grabbed from his laundry and not bothering to put on the shorts, Sasha dashed across the hall, opening the door to find Syverson awake, but not at all present.

She’d never seen a man look so terrified in all her life, and while most would find it emasculating to be so scared, Sasha knew better. This was no ordinary fear; this was a haunting, one that had probably been with him for years. Her heart broke for him as she approached slowly, seeing the tears pouring from his blue eyes. 

“Sy, sweetheart. Can you hear me? You’re having a nightmare, babe. Wake up.” 

Being careful about where she stood, Sasha slowly reached out and smoothed a hand over Sy’s curls, willing that her touch would bring him back to reality. 

Her voice and touch, so calm and soft in the midst of all the violence and screaming in his mind, snapped Syverson out of his nightmare and he took a gasping breath, looking and seeing her as if for the first time. Shaking his head to clear it, Syverson quickly wiped his eyes and tried for a smile to assure her he was okay.

"Hey, sorry. Did I wake you? I'm really sorry," he whispered, sniffling as he opened his bedside drawer and grabbed the black leg brace he hadn’t needed in a few weeks. Syverson's hands shook violently as he strapped the appliance around his leg, everything in his posture screaming of fear. He needed his pills, but they were down the hall and that meant attempting to walk. Syverson felt like kicking himself for being so stupid; the first time he had company in ages and he forgot to prepare the most basic of necessities in order to keep the night quiet for them.

"You should go back to bed, mama. Get some rest. I'll be fine, just need to grab a glass of water, then I'm back to sleep," he added, his eyes pleading with her to accept the bold-faced lie; it was the only area of his life that Syverson ever hid from anyone and he was certain he'd be able to hide it from her as well.

Sasha didn’t wait for Sy to continue telling his version of the truth and instead grabbed his water glass and made her way to the upstairs bathroom, filling it up with ice-cold water straight from the tap. Despite feeling like she was overstepping her bounds, she searched through the medicine cabinet until she found a prescription bottle with a valid date and Sy’s name on it. Relieved that it was Tramadol and not something stronger, Sasha returned and handed both over to Sy, her eyes holding the same sadness his had earlier in the day. 

“You need anything else?” She asked, cupping his face with her hand and  trying to keep the hurt out of her voice. Sasha felt like a chump for opening up to him about her past when it was clear he was unwilling to do the same and felt the need to hide so bad that he would lie about it just to pretend all was okay. 

Her hand on his face caused a hitch in his breath, Syverson nearly losing his composure once again at the gentility of her touch. He fought tooth and nail not to lean into it, rest his head on her palm and just let go as she had earlier; he was a man, and a soldier to boot. Soldiers weren't supposed to cry and they certainly weren't supposed to talk about how they felt or what they'd seen and done in far away countries.

Sitting there with Sasha, Syverson felt like letting it all spill out, laying his soul bare, and facing the consequences head on. His brain got the best of him however, and he kept mum. No use in terrifying the poor girl; she'd done nothing to deserve hearing about the atrocities he'd witnessed and done overseas.

"N-no, you just go on back to bed. No use in stayin' awake on my account," he murmured, the words sounding almost like a mantra; in fact, he had said them on more than one occasion to his own family. They'd all just looked at him with sad eyes, shaken their heads, and left the room. Syverson wasn't sure, but it didn't seem like Sasha would be so easy to shoo off.

His further distancing only opened the fresh wound in Sasha’s heart a little further, making her feel miniscule and stupid for being as candid as she had. It was an age-old double standard, one she’d thought would bypass her interactions with Sy, given how open he’d been all day. Whatever it was that plagued him, the walls he’d built to protect himself were high and steadfast. Sighing, she stood, raking a hand through her hair as she met his gaze.

“If we’re going to pretend that this never happened, that you don’t look like you’ve seen a ghost, then fine. But don’t expect me to open up about anything else in my life, if you’re unwilling to do the same. I’m not a little girl, Sy. I can handle whatever it is you seem so keen to hide away from the world.” 

Turning on her heel, Sasha gripped her stomach, ignoring her baby’s kicking as she began to make her way back to bed, wishing Sy wasn’t so stubborn.

It was the same old song over again and frankly, Syverson was tired of being the one to press play. His face crumpled and he let out a sob without being able to hold it back. When he spoke, his voice came out tinny and weak, but the desperation in it was as clear as the word was simple.

"Sasha!"

Syverson hoped it was enough, hoped she'd turn back and let him apologize, let him give in a little and let go the way she had. It wasn't easy for him to relinquish the control he usually kept so tightly bound on the subject, but he'd seen how his pushing had hurt her and Syverson didn't want to be the reason she walked out the door in the morning, never to come back.

She’d never heard her name called with such need, such distress before, and it stopped Sasha in her tracks. Born with a touch of a stubborn streak herself, Sasha had only planned on standing in the doorway to hear him out, but one look at Syverson’s tear-strewn face, the pleading in his eyes, and she moved as though being pulled by a magnet, sitting at his side in a matter of moments, all thought of being bull-headed forgotten. 

Syverson's tears subsided as Sasha sat down, his eyes red-rimmed and still filled with fear as he took her hand and held it in both of his.

"I'm sorry. I'm not used to havin' people around, especially for this crap. It's not somethin' I like talkin' about and people don't like hearin' it, so I was tryin' to spare ya. Didn't mean to push you away, sweetheart," he sniffled, his thumbs rubbing circles over her knuckles before he kissed them gently.

“Were you dreaming about whatever happened that sent you to the VA? I saw the album downstairs,” Sasha confessed, her free hand stroking through his curls, her face dipping to catch his gaze as Sy lowered his head, shaking it.

“Nah, that was just an IED that I had the misfortune of drivin’ over. It’s why I still have a prescription and a rod in my leg,” he answered, Sy clearing his throat before shaking his head once more, clearing the persistent whispers from his mind that told him to shut up and not talk about it any further.

“My nightmares are only ever about one thing. One little girl, actually. Her name was Zakiya. She was the sweetest lil’ thing. Big bright eyes, so expressive, she just put a smile on yer face immediately.” 

Sitting back against his headboard, Sy held Sasha’s hand a little firmer, his own trembling, although whether from pain or anguish, Sasha couldn’t be sure. 

“We used to drive through her village every time we left the wire. Back then, we always carried candy bars and extra MREs with us, mostly for the kids, but for people in need too. She’d come running every time she saw us comin’ through, like we were the ice cream man or somethin’. Anyhow, she took a shine to me. Would always ask for me to hold her, ‘cause I was taller than anyone in the village and she liked seeing out over the horizon.” 

Sy blew out a breath, his body beginning to rock back and forth as tears shimmered in his eyes once more. Sasha’s concern grew, her other hand covering the one already gripped in her palm. 

“We didn’t speak a lick ‘a each other's languages, but we somehow made it work. She always had a smile and a big ol’ hug for my neck. She wouldn’t let go until it was time for us to move along and even then, she stayed behind wavin’ like it was her favorite thing to do. She couldn’t ‘a been more than five or six.

“One day, we get there and she’s not there, waitin’. Instead, she’s in her father’s arms. He was a village elder ‘a some sort, and for whatever reason, had got it in his head that his wife and Zakiya had both dishonored him by being nice to us. Just for being nice, friendly...normal. By the time we got there, he’d already killed his wife...But he was waitin’ for us to show up before he killed Zakiya.” 

Sasha’s own heart clenched, knowing what was coming would be horror on a level she never hoped to experience first-hand, her sympathy and respect for Syverson going up exponentially as she steeled herself for the end of his worst nightmare. 

Sy kept his eyes on the mattress, his free hand picking at a loose thread in the bedding, terrified that after he told her everything, Sasha would never see him as the same man again. 

“I got on my knees for that man. Took off my helmet, my plates, everything. Told him to take me instead of her. I begged like the world was endin’ and I needed one more day. Our poor interpreter could barely keep up with me, I was talkin’ so fast.”

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Syverson let out a noise akin to a dying animal, folding himself in half for a moment before taking several rattling, deep breaths. 

“You know that famous shot of Jackie trying to catch Kennedy’s brain? He dropped her like a fuckin’ sack ‘a potatoes after he blew her head open, and all I could do was h-hold-” 

As a longing wail loosed itself from his lungs, Sy felt himself wrapped up in the fiercest hug he’d ever received. Sasha cupped the back of his head as her own tears slipped down her cheeks, unable to fathom how Sy had managed to go about his life with that sort of weight in his heart; she’d known men who’d taken their own lives for less.

“I’m so sorry, Sy,” Sasha whispered into his curls, her heart breaking at the way Syverson clung to her as though he were drowning. In a way, he was, Sasha wishing there was more she could do to help ease his suffering, though she wasn’t sure if anyone had ever even gotten this far with him before. 

“What happened to the elder?” She asked as she heard his breathing calm some. 

“I emptied a mag into his face.” Sy said resolutely, Sasha hearing no remorse in his voice, though she couldn’t blame him, given the circumstances. 

“No one in the village ever complained, not even his older kids. Think they were all afraid of him. We did them a favor. You don’t kill kids. Especially babies. You give ‘em kindness, compassion, love. That’s it. End of story. You hurt a child, you murder a child in cold blood like that? I put you in the ground, plain and simple.”

She held onto him, stroking his broad back, carding her fingers through his hair, letting him take the pain he’d held onto for so long and finally let some of it go. Though she knew he’d never truly recover from that day, Sasha hoped that finally talking about it to someone who wouldn’t judge or pity him, would make a small difference. 

His breathing slowed and Sasha gave him another squeeze, realizing something she hoped would help ease his pain further.

“For what it’s worth, Sy? If nothing else, you brightened that little girl’s day each time you saw her. You gave her a smile just like she gave you one. You were with her at the end and that’s what counts. She didn’t die alone. In a perfect world, she wouldn’t have died at all, but in the horror that was her final moments, she knew you were there. She knew.”

[btskz-19]

Silently Loving You Pt. 1 Han Jisung x Reader

hey guys!! ahh this is my first time posting a fic haha but i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable !!! im a new blog so pls give me support <3 thank u!

genre: fluff/angst ig ???                                                                                      warnings: strong language/alcohol                                                                    pairing: jisung x reader                                                                                    word count: 1.7k                                                                                            summary: you have a massive crush on your best friend han jisung. too bad he has a girlfriend.

When I met Han Jisung for the very first time, the first thing I noticed was his smile. That beautiful, gummy smile of his that exudes warm energy made me feel safe. I had barely knew the guy and he had me wrapped around his finger in seconds. But he has a girlfriend and I can’t do anything about it. I can’t do anything about the way he gazes at her like she’s the only woman in the room or when he wraps his arms around her in the cutest, most loveable way. To him, I was just his close friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

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I nervously walked into the restaurant that my best friend, Yeji, sent me the address to. We were having a meal with our new classmates from university, but the only person I really spoke to was her. She was more of the social butterfly kind as opposed to me and begged me to go with her to this meal because I “need to make more friends.” Well, she wasn’t wrong. Besides, it’s not that I don’t want to, I just never got the chance. As I walked in I scanned the restaurant for the table to find her waving my way, smiling and motioning for me to come over. I scurried across to the table and she began to introduce me to everyone. That’s when I saw him. He looked over my way with eyes that held the universe inside them and the most bewitching smile I’d ever encountered. I felt my heart skip a beat before I realised I was staring and he laughed to himself.

“And finally, ____, this is Jisung! And next to him is Sohee, his girlfriend.” She waved at me as I smiled at her, slightly sad that this incredibly handsome man was taken. But of course he would be, I would’ve been surprised if he wasn’t. I decided not to dwell on it too much, after all I had just met the guy, he may be an asshole for all I knew. Albeit a cute, sexy asshole. But that’s besides the point. I decided it was time for a drink. I ordered my favourite cocktail off the menu and started heavily gulping it down through the straw. Throughout the dinner I kept taking quick glances at Jisung resulting in awkward eye contact. He had his arm draped over his girlfriend’s shoulder and occasionally gave her soft kisses on her head.

“Oh, how I wish that was me.” I said under my breath.

“What?” Yeji turned around, clearly hearing what I said, giving me a knowing look.

“I’ll tell you later.”

About half an hour later after finishing my food I wasn’t quite drunk, but I was tipsy. After laughing and joking with Yeji, I used my liquid courage to finally start a conversation with him. I walked over to Jisung and Sohee, who had also had a couple of drinks, and beamed.

“So I’ve never seen you guys around before. Are you sure we’re in the same class?” I asked, words prolonged and loud. They both started laughing at my sudden burst of confidence.

“Haha of course! I’ve seen you. You and Yeji sit further in front of us.” he replied. “But you are right. We’ve never actually spoken before today.” He laughed and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. How did that just sound so beautiful? Just at that moment Sohee’s phone started to ring, so she excused herself to go answer. I wanted to further break the ice with Jisung, and I thought, what better way than to make a bad joke and hope he laughs?

“So, you wanna hear a joke?” I asked.

“Hit me.” He giggled.

“I should warn you, I’m quite the comedian.”

“Oh I’ll be the judge of that.” He beamed his bright gummy smile again and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“What does a vegetarian zombie eat?” I paused for a second. “GRAAAAINS!” I drunkenly imitated a zombie as he stared at me, amused and stifling a laugh, before breaking loose. “Did you like it?”

“No!” He continued. “I’m not laughing at the joke, I’m laughing at how terrible it was.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that’s a Grade A pun okay.” I turned my head, pretending to be hurt before turning back around and laughing with him. Just at that moment, Sohee came back saying she had to go.

“Ugh babe, my roommate got back to the apartment and she’s forgotten her keys.” She pouted.

��Aww, don’t worry. Do you want me to come with you?” He offered, kissing her on the nose. I suddenly felt awkward and didn’t know what to do with myself, so I turned away, not really wanting to pay attention to their conversation. Sohee said bye to everyone and I smiled at her in acknowledgement before quickly turning around and downing the rest of my fifth cocktail. The booze at the bottom of the drink hit the back of my throat as I winced and started to stare into space. I was kind of sad that they were leaving. I wanted a chance to become at least friends with Jisung, even if it meant admiring him secretly. But oh well, I guess I’ll see him around seeing as we’re in the same class. A moment later I heard my name being called, interrupting my haze. I turned to the direction of the voice as Jisung’s eyes met mine.

“Wait what? I thought you left with Sohee?” I asked, trying to hide my shock.

“No, I didn’t haha. She told me to stay here and have a good time with everyone.”

I smiled. “She seems really nice.” He nodded and chuckled before looking up at me with a smirk plastered on his face.

“So, you wanna hear a joke?”

For most of the night we were talking as if we had known each other forever. He’d told me about himself, his family and his big group of friends who weren’t at the meal and said I just had to meet. The more I got to know him, the more I started to fall for him. I knew I had to stop myself, but I just couldn’t. Everything about this guy is so inexplicably enchanting. But I can’t be thinking like this about someone who has a girlfriend. I’ll have to find a way to be content with just friends. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind I continued to enjoy the night with everyone. We had all started to play drinking games and gotten drunk very quickly. By the time we all left it was nearing 3am. It was safe to say I woke up the next day with a hangover.

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It had now been three months since that night, and my feelings towards him only grew. Ever since we met we have become best friends and we see each other pretty much everyday. I also met his friends and became close with them too. Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, hoping that a blanket of drowsiness would wash over me. But, alas, I can’t sleep. My phone chimed with a text and I turned over to see who it was from.

“Felix: Let’s play 8 Ball!”

I chuckled as I made the first move before sending him a text.

“You: Why are you still awake you dork lmao” 2:01 A.M”                                    

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:02 A.M”                                                                      

“Felix: Haha I could ask you the same thing” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: But also I had coffee and I can’t sleep” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: And also 8 ball” 2:02 A.M.

“YOUR MOVE” 2:03 A.M.

“You: Wowww why would you have coffee before bed” 2:04 A.M. 

“You: Tbh that sounds like the kinda dumb shit I’d do” 2:04 A.M.

“You: We out here being dumb and dumber” 2:04 A.M.

“You: You’re dumber ofc :)” 2:04 A.M.

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:05 A.M. 

“Felix: Heyyy T_T” 2:07 A.M.

“Felix: Okay fine I’m dumber :(“ 2:07 A.M.

“YOU WON” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: WAIT WHAT” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: HOW DID I LOSE” 2:10 A.M.

“Felix: I hate this game I’m going to sleep” 2:10 A.M.                                         

“You: LMAOOOOO YOU IDIOT” 2:11 A.M.

“You: Goodnight dork <3” 2:11 A.M.

“Felix: Goodnight ___ <3” 2:11 A.M.

I put my phone back on the bedside table, suddenly feeling sleepy and eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up to Jisung yelling in my ear and smacking my arm. As much as I love this boy, I hate being woken up.

“____! WAKE UPPP!”

“Leave me alone! Let me sleep in peace.” I grumbled as I turned over and buried my head under the blanket. He peeled the blanket off me and I sat up giving him the most evil death stare I could muster. “You know, no matter how hard you try not to, you’re still gonna look hilarious first thing in the morning.”

“HEY you little shit!” I grabbed my pillow and started hitting him with no mercy.

“Ahh! Yeji help she’s attacking me!” He shouted, barely able to get his words out without being interrupted with laughter.

“Ugh I hate you.” I said once I had stopped hitting him. He put up two v signs to his face and flashed his gorgeous smile very close to my face.

“No you don’t hehe.” Rolling my eyes, I pushed him off the bed, chuckling as I left to go to wash up. Why does he have to be so cute when I can’t have him? Although they’ve been spending less time together, he’s still with Sohee. And for that, I can’t risk him being so close to me when all I want to do is crash my lips onto his. Yeji is the only one who knows about my crush. Sometimes going as far as to tease me when we’re altogether. As I walked out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom I saw both Yeji and Jisung chilling on my bed and talking.

“Why is it that you guys always seem to flock to my room?”

“There! Now you look better.” He cheekily smiled. Yeji laughed with him and I rolled my eyes.

“Han Jisung you are going to be the death of me.”

[juicy-cookie]

Through The Valley - Chapter 19

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10075958/chapters/29868708

Tags: @luke-vaughn @embracetheapocalypsewithme @kinkozan @lupienne @theblack-wolf @lovingzombiechaos @jmackie1983  @originalwinchestervamp @dragonracer @miiraal @negans-network

Pairing: Negan X OFC

Chapter Summary: Depressed Cannibalistic Dolphins

Word Count: 3273

Seventy-eight hours and twenty-six minutes. That was how long the world had been without Jax.

Seventy-one hours and fourteen minutes. That was how long Jax had been lying in the cold, damp earth behind Sanctuary’s greenhouses. The Saviors usually burned their dead. But Negan had ordered to bury the three bodies on the edge of the forest that marked the border to the factory’s vast grounds.

Lilly supposed that she should be grateful for having a place to go to. To remember him. If she could ever conjure up the strength to visit his grave.

Thirty hours and forty-three minutes. That was how long Lilly hadn’t left her room. The first day after the attack had been a flurry of activity. Dwight had prepared a team to leave for Alexandria. Meetings had been held. Lilly had told Negan and her fellow lieutenants everything she knew about the enemy group, from the locations of pantry and armory, to guard duty and scavenging schedules.

After everything had been said, she had excused herself to her room and hadn’t come out since.

Fourteen hours. That was how long Lilly had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. There was a crack up there, shaped like a dolphin’s head. She remembered that she had scheduled one of those swim-with-dolphins experiences in Florida before the world had gone to shit. She had been looking forward to the vacation. Just some time to herself, sitting by the pool, a ridiculously decorated drink in her hand. Jax had told her about the dolphins. You paid to swim with them for an hour and half of the money went to a marine biology research facility. Having fun while saving the world a little bit? Jax had known that this was right up Lilly’s alley.

Lilly slowly blinked back tears, the tiny movement being almost too exhausting for her. Despite not being able to have that vacation, what with the dead walking the earth and all that, she had been so grateful to Jax for suggesting it. She couldn’t remember thanking him. He always knew exactly what to say to her and how to cheer her up. How to make a good thing even better. And now she could never thank him for it.

The dolphins were probably long dead by now, trapped in their enclosure with no one to care for them. They may have resorted to eating each other at first. Lilly had read somewhere that dolphins were fucked up like that.

A knock on the door made her drop the thoughts about cannibalistic dolphins. The force and rhythm of said knock told her exactly who was on the other side. Lilly didn’t move a muscle, hoping he would go away. Of course, leaving someone else be was a concept the intruder had never quite grasped.

“Get the fuck up.”

Lilly turned her head a fraction, feeling like she had to move a mountain to do so.

“I said get the fuck up, Lilly. Now!”

She smiled at him. She didn’t know what else to do. It wasn’t like she was going to obey his orders.

“You get your ass out of that bed right fucking now, Lil! Don’t make me climb in there with you.” He waited for a moment to gauge her reaction to his attempt at flirting. When none came, he tried a different approach. “Jax wouldn’t have wanted for you to waste away like that.”

Laughter bubbled up in her belly and burst forth, shaking her entire body and the bed.

“Really? You’re going the ‘Jax wouldn’t have wanted this’ route?”

“Yep. And you know I’m right.”

“I know he’s dead, Negan. He’s dead. He’s not here anymore and he never will be again.” She turned her gaze back towards the ceiling.

“And now what? You gonna join him? Lying here, without food or water until you’re fucking gone?”

“Maybe…”

“For fucking fuck’s sake, Lilly!” He wiped a hand over his face in frustration and turned away from her, looking anywhere but at the bed.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Lilly said in almost a whisper.

“The fuck is that shit?” He pointed Lucille at the mess on her coffee table. An assortment of maps and papers with lists on them was littering the table, chairs and the floor around it. They didn’t quite cover the duffel bag full of clothes, nor the rifle sticking out of it. “You wanna tell me what exactly it is that you’re planning here?”

When she didn’t answer, instead turning her head away from him, he finally sat down next to her on the bed. He sighed, trying to remain calm.

“Lilly, we talked about this. You agreed that we have to be smart about it. That we can’t just storm in there guns fucking blazing.”

“So instead we’re sitting on our asses, waiting for Dwight, who is a fucking moron and who is going to get people killed.” She turned to him again.  “And I never agreed to you doing this alone, Negan. You ordered me to wait here for you while you go out there, dealing out MY revenge…”

“This isn’t just your revenge. This is about showing this Rick prick who’s fucking boss. This is about teaching them a fucking lesson, that they can’t just take what’s ours.”

“And I want to be there when you do it. I want to look Rick in the eyes when you take someone from him, like he took someone from me.” She sat up, angry about the tears streaming down her face. She had thought that they were all dried up by now.

“Lilly, there are people out there slaughtering Saviors. I won’t risk you getting hurt again. And I need you to stay here and take care of the Sanctuary and its people while I’m gone. I can’t do this without you.”

“Bullshit, Negan. You were doing just fine before I got here.”

“Oh, did I? Collecting women and communities, bleeding them dry instead of working towards our own fucking sustainability. And look where it fucking got us.” Negan buried his face in his hands and Lilly felt some of the red-hot rage that had filled her since Jax’s death dissolve. He looked scared. She still couldn’t bring herself to comfort him, though. “I know you’re fucking angry. About everything, including me. And it’s alright. I can fucking take it. I’ll be your personal fucking punching bag, if you want. But afterwards, you have to pull yourself the fuck together, Lil. I can’t do this without you. And I sure as fucking fuck won’t fucking lose you.

“I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing. Am I showing them that my dick is the fucking biggest and hardest and most persistent? Or am I pouring fucking gasoline into that goddamn fucking dumpster fire and starting a fucking war? I don’t know. I don’t fucking know, Lilly. I just know that I can’t let them get away with it and it has nothing to do with you, or Jax, or Gavin and Marv, or the fact that those assholes threw you out back then. Hell, I’m gonna fucking thank them for that.

“No, this is about them fucking crossing me. Crossing us. They wanted to fuck with us and now they’re gonna take our fucking dicks right up their fucking asses, without so much as spit for lube. I fucking promise you that.”

Lilly stared at him for a while, her eyes wide.

“I kinda forgot everything you said prior to your riveting anal sex analogy.”

“Heh… analogy.”

They looked at each other and, a moment or two later, both broke down laughing until they had tears in their eyes and no more air in their lungs.

When they had calmed down, they were lying next to each other on their backs. Negan’s hand found Lilly’s and they stayed like this for a couple of minutes, without any of them talking or even moving, until Negan finally broke the silence.

“That crack up there looks like a fucking dolphin’s head.”

Lilly giggled uncontrollably before turning to lie on her side, her head resting on Negan’s chest.

“Don't get fucking hysterical on me now, babe.”

“I'm fine.”

“No you're not. But you will be.”

He was right. And speaking from experience of course. It hit her how profound her trust for him had become.

Lilly sighed. She hadn’t slept properly since Jax was killed and now Negan’s steady heartbeat slowly made her eyes grow heavy. His hand stroking her back didn’t help keeping her awake.

She woke up to another knock. The nap couldn’t have been long, judging by the groggy and disoriented feeling clouding her senses. She had momentarily forgotten that someone was in the bed with her, when an annoyed voice snapped her awake.

“What?”

“Sir, it’s Dwight and Seth. They’re back,” came Carson’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Of fucking course they are,” Negan mumbled to himself, before yelling back, “Give me a fucking minute!”

Lilly yawned and rolled on her back to stretch, only to be crushed by Negan draping himself all over her. She weaved her fingers through his hair and he sighed contentedly.

“I might just start fucking purring if you keep doing that.”

Lilly smiled, before something occurred to her.

“Wasn’t Dwight supposed to radio in when Rick’s group got back to Alexandria?”

“Yeah, he was.” Negan sat up and ran a hand through his hair to get it back in order. “What did that fucking idiot fuck up this time?”

Five minutes later, the lieutenants had all gathered in the meeting room.

“You did what?” Lilly glared at Dwight. She was one moment away from hurling the glass of water in front of her at his head.

“I shot the big ginger, took the fat one hostage and demanded they let us in.” The insolent little shit glared right back at her, his voice defiant and almost proud; as if he didn’t just get six people killed.

“You fucking moron, Dwight…” Lilly shook her head in disbelief.

“Hey, at least I did something while you sat around here being useless.”

The room gasped collectively. Lilly and Dwight stared at each other, hostility oozing from both of them. Lilly curled her fingers around the water glass, snarling at the man opposite from her, when another, much larger hand grabbed her wrist, applying gentle pressure.

“You fucking talk to her like that again, your fucked-up testicles are gonna be the least of your fucking problems. Understood?”

Dwight scoffed and crossed his arms, looking like a very ugly, overlarge child. Seth leaned forward. He had been quiet so far, no doubt not to catch Lilly’s and Negan’s attention. He had been there at Alexandria, too.

“I know this wasn’t what you wanted, but at least we removed one of their biggest fighters. You told us that the ginger one is dangerous, remember Lil?”

“And they killed six of our outpost guys,” Laura answered instead. “They almost shot you, too. None of them are worth you risking your life. Especially when you had orders not to engage.”

Lilly could tell that Laura was nearly more upset about the whole thing than her.

“We’re sorry, okay? We didn’t think they’d have the balls to fight back.”

“Maybe next time you listen to me when I tell you that they’re dangerous. I know them, Seth. Dwight? I know what they’re capable of.”

“Okay.” Seth gave Lilly a tentative smile. “Lesson learned. You call the shots, Lil. We’re gonna wait a couple of days, then go back there and watch them properly this time. They’re gonna be confused as fuck anyway with their friend dead.”

“No, we need to head out. Now.” Negan squeezed Lilly’s hand one last time in reassurance before he got up and started pacing. “They know now that we’ve got the numbers. They’re gonna head straight back to those fuckers at Hilltop to ask for help and we need to pick them right up while they’re on the road. Seth, take three people back to Alexandria. When those shitheads leave their compound, send someone to the western outpost. We’ll be ready.” Dwight opened his mouth, no doubt to ask to accompany Seth. “Oh no, not you, assface. You’re gonna come with us to the outpost. When Rick leaves and we head out to meet him, you’re gonna go straight to Alexandria and lead an attack on them. Just a small fucking token of our appreciation, to show them who they really fucked with.”

Dwight looked uncomfortable, but knew better than to protest right now.

“Laura, Carson, get the cars. All of them. Andrei, take a couple of men, go to the outposts, gather some fuckers, all armed to the fucking teeth and send them to the western one. Load the truck with firearms, but don’t give them out to anyone. I don’t want Ricky pricky and his merry band of assholes to know about our firepower. Knives, bats and so on only. The guns are just a last resort and for Dwight and his team to take to the attack. Lilly, go get those dog catcher poles we use for the undead fucks from inventory. The Alexandrians behave like fucking animals, we’re just gonna treat them like fucking animals.”

The meeting room emptied and the entire Sanctuary came to life. The cars and trucks were gathered outside, people loaded food and weapons into them and many goodbyes were exchanged at the heavy steel door that led to the Tower.

After only an hour, everything was ready for Negan and his men to hit the road and the Saviors started to get into the cars.

Lilly stepped halfway behind the BUST-A-MOVE truck and motioned for Negan to follow her. Her gaze found the edge of the forest, beyond the boundaries of the Sanctuary and where she could just make out the three crude, wooden crosses.

“Do me a fucking favor and talk to the people while we’re gone. Assure them that it’s gonna be alright. I know they’ve been worried ever since the Alexandrians mowed down our boys.”

Lilly nodded absentmindedly, still staring at the line of trees. She realized that she would have to pass the graves every time she would go out to go hunting. A sense of determination washed over her. She would finally go and visit Jax today. And there was another thing she would not postpone any further.

“Hey…” Negan grasped her shoulder. “You can do this, right? You’re not still fucking mad at me for not taking you along?”

“No.” She turned to face him. “No, I’m not mad at you. I just realized something.”

“And what’s that?”

“I…” She looked back at the graves. They seemed to give her courage. “I’ve known Jax for so long. And we’ve spent so much time together. And yet, now that he’s gone… I still feel like it wasn’t enough. Like there’s still so much I should have told him. So much time we should have spent together. And now I’ll never get the chance again. And I regret that. I regret that so much, Negan.”

Her eyes found his. He bore a peculiar expression that she could not quite read. Lilly hoped that he wouldn’t interrupt her. She had finally given herself the mental kick to say all these things out loud and the tears threatening to spill from her eyes were making things harder by the second. Lilly needed something to hold on to for support and raised her hands to grip the red scarf she had given him a lifetime ago.

“And I don’t want to feel like that again. This world we live in… even without assholes like Rick Grimes, it could be over any day. And I don’t want to look back and regret all the things I haven’t done. Not with Laura. Not with Seth. And especially not with you.”

The smile he gave her was lopsided. There was a spark in his eyes when he gently grasped her hips and pulled her close to him.

“Okay. No more fucking regrets. We’ll start to work on that as soon as I’m back.”

“No. We’ll start now.”

And she tugged on his scarf, pulling Negan’s head down to her and brought her lips to his.

Any fear she might have had about his reaction to her boldness was relieved immediately by the way his arms wrapped around her and by the urgency with which he responded to her kiss. His mouth pressed almost painfully against hers. His breath, like hers, was fast as she ran her hands over his jaw and into his hair. After only a few short moments, his lips softened and he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. The grin on his face belied the slightly accusatory tone in his voice.

“Really? Now? Fucking hell, Lil. You’ve got the world’s worst fucking timing.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I needed to do this before you-”

His lips crashed down on hers again. He mumbled a soft “Shut up” and when she chuckled in response, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. The kiss changed from happy and desperate to needy and sensual. One of his hands buried itself into her hair, while the other pulled her even closer. Lilly pressed herself firmly against him, while they licked and nipped and kissed and by the time they broke apart again, they were both panting. The cars and trucks around them had since come to life and the air was filled with the sound of idling motors and the smell of gasoline.

“Shit. I gotta go,” Negan said, his voice hoarse, all the while planting soft kisses to the side of her mouth. He looked into her eyes and Lilly’s heart skipped a beat. “I promise, I'll be real fucking quick.”

“Don't be quick. Be safe.”

“Are you already giving instructions for our first time fucking? Because it sure fucking sounds like it.”

The laugh they shared released some of the tension that had built up between them. Negan placed a lingering kiss to Lilly’s neck and her knees went weak.

“Come back to me.”

“Heh… you just made damn fucking sure that no one, not Rick fucking Grimes, not a fucking army of the undead, could keep me from coming home.”

She kissed him one last time, reluctant to let him go. But Lilly knew that this was necessary so they could all get at least some kind of closure and start a new chapter.

Negan zipped up his leather jacket, put on his gloves and his signature cocky grin, almost as if he was putting on some kind of armor, or mask. He winked at her before he walked to one of the trucks and hopped in. No lengthy, sappy goodbyes. Only confidence and the memory of his promise that he would be home soon that they both held on to.

Lilly still couldn't stop the cold tendrils of fear that wrapped themselves around her spine as she watched the convoy leave through the gates of Sanctuary.

She nodded to Carson, buried her hands in her jeans pockets and started walking. The crisp, cool air filled her lungs, chasing away at least some of her worries. When she arrived at her destination, she sat down cross-legged on a large rock in front of one of the crosses. Lilly smiled.

“Hi Jax. I’m sorry I haven’t come here earlier.  But hey… guess what happened…”

Last update for this year. I promise to start the new one with a bang (eheheheh…). Thank you all for your continuing support over the last almost 20 chapters. Please review if you liked my fic so far and if you don’t like it… leave me a review anyway. Happy holidays to everyone. I hope the new year will be kind to you all.

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Please with Jambalaya on Top

Steve Mcgarrett x Paisley(OFC), and some Danny, Jerry, Lou, Tani

Hawaii Five-0

just fluff and married cuteness and doggy bby!

By request from @supergirl000983​  who also inspired the title of this piece :3 Paisley is a OC and his wife she is Sergeant for Five-0, any way it is the Episode where they get Eddie and, she has fallen in love with the dog and Steve can’t tell her No? Please with Jambalaya on top

Hope you enjoy!!

“We would have been there quicker if you would have just let me drive.” Steve muttered as he gripped the handle above the car door. Danny was sitting in the backseat with his arms crossed over his chest giving the two of them the deadliest of glares he could muster.

“We will make it there in one piece this way.” Paisley retorted, casting neither of them a glance and keeping her dark eyes locked on the road.

Steve’s face wrinkled as he scowled at her before turning to look at Danny. The shorter man shrugged, a hand lifting in question. “Don’t look at me. You married her, babe.”

Her head turned to him with a bright angelic like smile and Steve couldn’t help but grin. Even though his eyes rolled, a hand moved to rest against her thigh and giving it a light squeeze.

Once they arrived on the scene, Steve and Danny got caught up on the shooting. While they spoke with the agents, Paisley began to walk around the storage containers. The metal was ripped with bullet holes and her mind began to play out what had happened. Her mind went ninety miles an hour and she spaced out into her own little world as always. This was why she was good at her job, this was why Steve loved her, and this was why was one of the best on the team.

She could imagine every possible situation in just minutes. Play out every scenario, see every angle, pick up every mistake, find every hole in the enemy’s scheme. Most of the time she could even figure out the next move or at least get an idea of what they were trying to do. But she needed complete silence, she needed to be alone so she could let her mind wander, allow her thoughts to take over. She was almost psychic in that way, able to pick up smells and sounds and sights that no one else would have noticed or would have even cared about. Maybe it was growing up in the bayou, keeping an eye out for gators and snakes. She was tuned into her senses and it came in handy.

Her eyes shot open when she caught a whiff of blood. From what she had heard, there were only two men gunned down and they were back behind her where her husband was. Her bright eyes looked around her, suddenly in a panic. Someone could be bleeding out, someone else could be hurt. She quickly began to open up containers, frantically calling out for anyone.

Steve heard the frightened twang of his Sergeant’s voice and rushed toward the sound of her voice. It took a few turns but the open container alerted her to her whereabouts. By the time he stepped into the warm, stuffy rig, he was panting and his heart was racing but as soon as his blue eyes locked onto her, he breathed a sigh of relief. His gun lowered, having not even realized he had drawn it on the run over here.

Tears streamed endlessly down the woman’s face, in her arms lay a bloody golden mess. Her hands stroked over the dog’s matted fur as her eyes lifted to plead for help for her new friend. She reluctantly released the animal when Steve knelt over to take him from her arms. Danny was a step behind him to pick Paisley up from the floor. She had smears of blood on her hands and blouse but it was the tears rolling down her face that the detective was worried about. She insisted to ride in the ambulance with Eddie and her husband agreed and he and Danny stayed behind for a few more minutes to speak with the DEA.

Paisley McGarrett always had a soft spot for animals. There were plenty of times Steve had to pull the truck over and help a turtle cross the street or make sure a flock of geese didn’t get ran over. She had taken plenty of strays into the humane society and even volunteered there from time to time when she wasn’t working at five-0. The Commander himself wondered how they didn’t have a farm by now. There were plenty of times she had begged and pleaded for a pet, to bring some stray home, adopt some kitten, or rescue some bird. Every time, it was rough, but Steve had said no.

Waiting in that veterinary hospital, the sergeant was glad when Steve finally came in. His arms wrapped around her as soon as he sat down, holding her against his side as she began to shed new soft tears. The service dog, Eddie, had lost his partner, his handler and was now struggling for his life. And Paisley’s heart was breaking. If that dog died, she would be crushed and there was nothing Steve could do but hold her and rock her gently.

“Go back to work, Commander.” She finally stated simply, her eyes lifting into the ocean hues of her husband. Her hand rested against his chest as her puppy dog eyes worked their charm. “Go catch the sons of bitches that did this to Eddie and his master.” There was venom in her voice and it always stunned McGarrett how passionate she could get.

He smiled softly, a hand resting against her cheek before he offered her a quick kiss to the lips. “I love you.” He stated with his forehead resting against hers.

She beamed, never growing tired of those words. “I love you too, Commander. Now get.” She shoved him gently and Steve huffed a laugh before untangling himself from around Paisley and heading back to solve this case. The Sergeant on the other hand would wait there for the rest of the day until Eddie was in the clear, and she believed he would survive this. He was strong, she could tell. As she hugged her arms around herself, her eyes lifted to the clock above the front desk as she waited.

Jerry had come in to keep her company for a little while, taking care of things with the paperwork and doctors. His presence was comforting and the man was always able to make her smile. He was also quite the hugger, providing comfort and warmth even though it was brief. He could understand her attachment and concern for the dog even though she had just met him. He too was worried about the poor fellow. She had such a big heart, her compassion off the charts, she was bound to find a spot in her heart for the pup. Paisley hated to see Jerry go but she knew he was helping with the case, and just like with Steve, she told him to kick the sons of bitches ass.

–

“No, Steven! He was just shot! He needs to rest!” The sergeant squealed when her husband presented his request.

“Baby, he’s fine. They said he’ll make a full recovery. We need him to help with the case.” His hands came to rest on her shoulders, the scowl on her face only faltering slightly. He knew she was just worried, her arms crossed over her chest as she wouldn’t look at him. “The shot missed all of his vitals. Look at me.” She heaved a sigh and her head rolled to look at him with a faint pout. “I won’t let anything happen to him, alright? Trust me.”

Her shoulders slumped in defeat but she finally nodded her head. He offered her a smile before kissing her lips and pulling her to his chest. “You have to promise me something, though.” She muttered against his chest as her arms wrapped around his middle.

“Anything, sweetheart.” He replied with a crooked smile.

“You bring him home after this is all said and done.” She pulled back to look up at his face, a firm resolve flashing in her eyes.

“Baby, we can’t—”

She cut him off with those big pouty eyes, her arms squeezing around his middle. “Pleasssse, With Jambalaya on top!” Her damn Louisiana accent always made her pleas even harder to resist.

Steve knew he didn’t stand a chance. His head nodded slowly and her face immediately lit up. Her arms wrapped tighter around him now, taking in a deep breath and drowning in his musk. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Sergeant.” He scolded playfully before kissing her hair and pulling away from her to go and retrieve Eddie.

She decided to stay behind on this trip, Eddie not being the only one who needed some rest. She had started to sit out cases more and more here lately. But she found that being home alone while her boys were out there searching for drugs and possibly finding trouble, was harder to deal with. She had texted Steve as they made their way to the harbor and a wide smile broke over her face when she saw a picture of the bandaged mutt seated in the back of the SWAT van. That seemed enough reassurance that Steve and the team had this handled. She was starting to wish she had went along though, just to see her boys in action.

Receiving the all clear, Paisley couldn’t help but hop in her car and drive out to wrap up the case. Just in time to see the big bad Lou loving up all over Eddie. She laughed before throwing an arm around Grover. “Look who’s a dog person.”

Lou’s face wrinkled slightly. “No. I’m a /this/ dog person.”

It caused her to snicker before Tani walked by with a grin, slapping her outstretched hand. “Sure, Louie.” Paisley patted his back, leaving him to baby talk with the dog. She squealed when she saw her husband, running the short distance and leaping into his arms. “Who was in the ambulance?” When Steve explained the whole thing, her face grew angry and she slapped him against the shoulder. “He attacked someone! And you nearly let him get shot again??”

Steve cowered with a laugh before clamping his arms around her to keep him from hitting him anymore. “Sarge, he’s fine, look at him.” His hand gestured back toward the happy pup getting love from his Uncle Lou. Paisley sighed and let a grin surface on her lips. “Come on, Babe. Let’s go wrap this up so we can get home.”

She stood by Steve’s side, her hand wrapped around his waist and Eddie standing at her feet as Duke spoke. The cameras and reporters all gathered around to get the story, scanning over the cocaine their team had seized thanks to Eddie. She petted his head with a smile as they commended him and McGarrett for their good work. Once the cameras were gone and the sergeant was left to stand with her commander, she turned to plant a long loving kiss on his lips, causing the team around her to groan and laugh before walking away. The two of them only grinned and deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around each other as Eddie barked.

—

“You really like this dog, don’t you?” Danny asked as he was perched upon the McGarretts’ kitchen counter as he munched on an apple.

Paisley was wrapped around her husband as he cut up chicken for the new member of their family. She was all smiles, her eyes bright and dazzling as her attention turned from Danny to Steve with a smug grin. “He’s a nice dog.” Steve countered, paying no attention to either of them, trying to act like he hadn’t given in to Eddie’s or Paisley’s charms.

“You’re attached to him. Just admit it.” The sergeant interjected with her tongue between her teeth. Steve’s eyes only rolled and Danny let out a snicker. “You liiiiiike him.” She drew out, her hands tickling his sides causing him to laugh and finally cave, shaking his head. It only made her smile grow wider, unwrapping herself from him to grab the bowl set out for Eddie. He shoveled the bits of meat into the bowl and she set it down on the kitchen floor. “Eddie! Come on, baby! Dinner.”

Her brow wrinkled when he didn’t come and she moved out of the kitchen, Steve and Danny carrying on about cats and whatever other reason Steve had called Danny over for. After a few minutes of searching the house, her voice finally rang out. “Steve, he’s not here.” She called out after a few minutes, bringing the two men out to meet her.

Steve frowned, bringing a hand to rest against her lower back. “I think I know where he is.” She seemed like she was about ready to cry and he kissed her shoulder before leading her out to the truck.

He was right where Steve thought he would be and Paisley’s heart broke all over again. She leapt from the truck and rushed across the cemetery, collapsing at the dog’s side. As Eddie whimpered and whined, her tears began to fall as she clung to him, her hands running through his soft fur. “It’s ok, baby. I know. But you have a new home now, and we love you and we’ll take care of you.” Steve came down to sit next to her, wrapping an arm around her and placing a kiss to her temple. His hand moved to pet the mourning dog, doing his best to comfort both of them. “And soon you’ll have a little baby McGarrett to play with.”