#because he is her SAFE PLACE HE IS HER HOME

[sosa2imagines]

Are you mine?

Warnings- Angst, Steve and Bucky are idiots.

Being in love with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes felt like living in a dream.

A dream so perfect, so utterly untouchable, that even the ghosts of the past couldn’t tarnish it. The three of you had fought wars together, bled together, and survived against impossible odds. You trusted them with your life and, more importantly, with your heart.

Steve, ever the protector, held your hand through the nightmares, his voice a quiet promise in the dark. Bucky, all sharp wit and unspoken devotion, pressed kisses into your hair when he thought you weren’t paying attention. They made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could shake the foundation of what you had.

You belonged to them, and they belonged to you.

The compound had always been your sanctuary, a place where the weight of being an assassin and an Avenger didn’t feel so heavy.

Missions were brutal, but coming home to them made it worth it. Your mornings were tangled limbs and soft murmurs, their warmth pulling you from restless sleep. Your nights were laughter and whispered confessions, hands intertwined beneath the sheets.

Everything was fine, until she arrived.

A trainee named Cassidy.

Sent to the compound for a few days of “intense training” with the Avengers. Young, eager at least, that’s what Fury had said. But from the moment she walked through the doors, it was clear training was the last thing on her mind.

You caught the way her eyes lingered on Steve's broad shoulders, the way she smiled just a little too sweetly when Bucky grunted in response to something she said. You noticed the way she conveniently positioned herself between them whenever she could, the way her touch lingered just a second too long.

It was nothing. Just admiration, maybe even hero worship. You told yourself that, again and again. Steve and Bucky were yours. They loved you.

And yet… doubt had a way of creeping in, even where trust once lived.

For the first time in a long time, you felt something unfamiliar in your own home.

Unease.

You weren’t the jealous type, you had no reason to be, not when Steve and Bucky had given you every reassurance, every reason to trust them. And you did trust them. You trusted them blindly.

But can you trust the world?

Trust didn’t stop the ache in your chest when you saw Cassidy wedged between them on the couch, laughing at something Bucky said. It didn’t stop the sting when Steve placed a comforting hand on her back, so absentmindedly, so effortlessly, like it was second nature.

Like it was something he used to do for you.

You stood frozen in the doorway, fingers tightening around the edge of your jacket. That was your spot. That had always been your spot. Between them. Their arms around you. Their warmth surrounding you.

Now?

Now Cassidy sat there, twirling a lock of her hair, giggling, her body angled towards them like she belonged. And Steve and Bucky?

They didn’t even notice you standing there.

“You’re imagining things, Y/n.” Natasha leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee as she watched you pick at your food. She didn’t say it dismissively, but there was caution in her voice. Careful, Y/n. Don’t spiral.

“I’m not...” Your voice was hollow. You pushed your plate away and exhaled shakily. “She’s always there, Nat. Always with them. Always touching them...” You swallowed hard, shame burning in your throat. “I feel like… like I don’t exist anymore.”

Natasha sighed, setting her cup down. “Come on. You know Steve and Bucky. They’d never…”

“I know they wouldn’t.” Your fingers curled into fists. “But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

Natasha studied you, eyes softer now. “Talk to them, then.”

You nodded. You would. Of course, you would.

But deep down, you were terrified they wouldn’t see it, because they never seemed to see you anymore, ever since Cassidy came.

At first, it was small things.

A conversation cut short because Cassidy had a question. A training session where she suddenly needed Bucky to correct her stance, his hands on her wrists, her waist. A mission debrief where she sat beside Steve, too close, her voice too soft.

Then the canceled plans started.

“I’m sorry, Doll, but we promised we’d show Cassidy the training simulations today.”

“I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart. I swear.”

“We’ll take you out tomorrow, okay?”

Tomorrow never came.

And suddenly, your nights felt emptier. You’d wake up reaching for them, only to find cold sheets where they should have been. You weren’t sure what hurt more.

The loneliness or the fact that they didn’t even realize you were lonely.

They were still yours, weren’t they?

Then why did it feel like you were losing them?

It had been days, days since you had a proper conversation with either of them. Days since they held you like they used to. The only time you got them was at night, in bed.

And yet, there she was again, always there, standing too close to Steve as he poured coffee in the kitchen. Bucky leaned against the counter, smirking at something she said, arms crossed over his chest.

“God, Steve, I still don’t know how you carry that shield around all day.” Cassidy reached out, brushing her fingers over his bicep. “Guess it helps that you’re, like, all muscle.”

Steve laughed, shaking his head. “Occupational hazard, I guess.”

“What about you, Bucky?” She turned to him, eyes bright. “I mean, that metal arm has to be heavy, right? Can I?”

“Nah, sweetheart, it’s lighter than it looks.” Bucky smirked, flexing his vibranium fingers.

Sweetheart.

Your stomach dropped, that was your name. He called you that. Not her.

Your blood ran cold as Cassidy laughed, playfully nudging Bucky’s arm. Steve smiled, amused. Not once did they notice you standing there. Not once did they feel the air shift, the way your entire world was starting to crumble.

That night, you laid in bed alone. Again.

Because, Steve and Bucky had been in the common room with Cassidy, and you couldn’t take it anymore. So you had left.

You curled into yourself, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the sob from escaping.

They were just being nice. Right?

They didn’t see what you saw. Didn’t feel what you felt. Didn’t see how much it was killing you. Right?

And you were too afraid to ask the question burning inside you, “What if they don’t miss me like I miss them?”

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting all alone in the common room.

The compound was quiet, save for the faint hum of the ventilation system. You sat curled up on the couch in the dark, staring at nothing, arms wrapped around yourself as if that could hold you together. The weight in your chest felt heavier than usual, pressing down, suffocating.

You had spent the entire day alone. Again.

They hadn’t noticed. Again.

The cushion beside you dipped, and you didn’t need to look to know who it was. Natasha.

“You’re doing that thing again…” she murmured.

You blinked. “What thing?”

“Shutting down.”

You inhaled sharply, dropping your gaze to your lap.

Natasha sighed, shifting to face you. “Sweets, talk to me.”

Natasha always called you that name, and her reason was you were the only sweet person in her life.

You shook your head. “There’s nothing to say.”

“Bullshit.” She reached out, squeezing your knee. “I see you, you know. The way you’re fading. The way you barely eat. The way you don’t sleep until you’re too exhausted to fight it anymore.”

You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the fabric of your pants.

“They love you, Sweets.” Natasha’s voice was gentle but firm. “This… whatever this is, it’s temporary. They’ll see what’s happening.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “No, they won’t…” Your throat burned as you whispered, “They don’t see me anymore, Nat.”

Silence.

Natasha shifted closer, resting her forearm on the back of the couch. “We survived worse, you and me. Remember?”

You knew where she was leading the conversation, but you didn’t care.

“I wish I could remember.” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Natasha frowned. “Remember what?”

You exhaled shakily, gaze unfocused. “How they trained us. How they made us feel nothing.”

Natasha tensed. “Don’t do that,” she warned. “Don’t go there.”

You lifted your head to meet her eyes. “Why not? It would be easier.” Your voice cracked. “I wouldn’t have to feel like this. Wouldn’t have to wake up reaching for them only to remember I don’t exist to them anymore.”

Natasha’s grip tightened on your knee. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” Your smile was hollow. “They canceled our date today, Nat. Again. I was supposed to spend the evening with them. Instead, I spent it watching Cassidy laugh at Bucky’s jokes and touch Steve’s arm and…” You sucked in a shaky breath, voice barely above a whisper. “And they let her.”

Natasha’s expression darkened, but she said nothing.

You turned your gaze back to the floor. “I just… I don’t want to feel this anymore.”

She was quiet for a long time before she whispered, “You’re not in the Red Room anymore, Sweets. You have them. You have me.”

You nodded. But the ache in your chest remained, because deep down, you weren’t sure if you still had them at all.

The bed felt massive. You lay curled up on one side, facing away from the door, the covers pulled tightly around you. The scent of Steve and Bucky still lingered on the sheets, but it brought no comfort.

Then the mattress dipped.

First on one side, then the other. Warm bodies slid in beside you, their familiar presence surrounding you.

“Doll?” Steve’s voice was soft, hesitant.

Bucky shifted behind you, his arm resting loosely around your waist. “We’re sorry about earlier, sweetheart.”

Your throat burned.

“We’ll make it up to you,” Steve added quickly. “We’ve got a whole day planned for you tomorrow. Just the three of us. No interruptions, promise.”

Tomorrow.

You closed your eyes.

They had said that last time.

And the time before that.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, willing yourself to stay silent.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Come on, talk to us, Doll. We know you’re mad.”

Mad.

Was that what they thought this was? Your lips parted, but no words came out. Because what was the point? Tomorrow would come, and it would be the same.

Cassidy would be there.

Steve and Bucky wouldn’t notice.

And you? You would be alone again. A tear slipped down your cheek, but you kept your eyes closed. If you stayed quiet, maybe they wouldn’t hear how badly you were breaking.

Morning passed in a blur.

You moved through training sessions on autopilot, barely speaking, barely feeling. Natasha watched you carefully, her sharp gaze catching every falter, every moment you hesitated before leaving the gym. You knew she wanted to say something, but you weren’t sure if you had it in you to listen.

So you just kept going.

Kept pretending.

Kept waiting for Steve and Bucky to remember.

And then they did. Or so you thought.

“Doll, come on! Movie night’s all set up!”

Bucky’s voice rang through the hall as you made your way toward the common room, a flicker of hope stirring in your chest.

They remembered. They finally remembered.

For the first time in days, your heart didn’t feel so heavy. You ran your fingers through your hair, exhaling softly as you reached the doorway, ready to sink into the warmth of your boys.

And then you saw her.

Cassidy.

Sitting between them.

Again.

Your body locked up, breath catching in your throat. She was curled up comfortably, her legs tucked beneath her as she laughed at something Bucky whispered in her ear. Steve sat relaxed beside her, arm draped over the back of the couch, so damn close, so damn easy, like she belonged there.

Like she belonged with them.

You forced yourself to speak, though your voice barely carried. “What is she doing here?”

Steve turned, smiling at you. That easy, oblivious smile that used to make your heart race.

Now?

It made you feel sick.

“She didn’t know it was just meant to be us,” he said lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “And we didn’t wanna be rude, so…”

You didn’t hear the rest, your ears were ringing.

They didn’t want to be rude to her. You stared at them. At her. And then you swallowed down every emotion clawing its way up your throat. “Enjoy the movie.”

That was all you said before turning on your heel and walking away.

They didn’t call after you.

Didn’t chase you.

Didn’t even notice the way your hands were trembling as you pushed open the door.

The tears came before you even reached the elevator, but you didn’t stop walking, didn’t wipe them away, didn’t care if anyone saw.

Not that they would. No one ever did.

You should have gone to your room. You should have buried yourself under the covers and let the ache consume you in silence.

But the walls were closing in too fast.

So instead, you climbed, up the emergency stairwell, up to the roof, where the air was sharp and cold, where the wind bit at your damp cheeks, where no one could see you break.

Your hands gripped the ledge as you sucked in deep, desperate breaths.

They had remembered and it still hadn’t mattered.

A hollow laugh escaped your lips, bitter and broken. You should have known, you should have known it would end up like this.

You closed your eyes, head tilting back as the city lights blurred beneath the weight of your tears.

You had never felt more alone.

By the time you came down from the roof, your tears had dried, but the weight in your chest remained, suffocating and unrelenting.

You stepped into the hallway, head down, steps quick, just wanting to reach your room, just wanting to breathe without feeling like you were drowning.

But the moment you turned the corner, you froze.

Steve.

Bucky.

And her.

They were standing there, talking, laughing.

Cassidy’s hand was on Bucky’s arm, her body tilted toward him in that way she always did, like she was drawn to him. Steve stood beside them, relaxed, like the world wasn’t crumbling around you.

Like they hadn’t just broken your heart a little more.

Their laughter died down when they saw you.

You knew they noticed your red, swollen eyes. Knew they saw the way your shoulders tensed, the way your fists clenched at your sides.

But they didn’t say anything.

Didn’t ask if you were okay.

Didn’t ask where the hell you had gone.

No, Steve just frowned slightly, like he was trying to piece something together. Like you were some puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

You didn’t give him the chance, you walked past them without a word, without a glance.

Without acknowledging them at all.

And still, still they didn’t stop you.

The compound doors slammed shut behind you as you ran, your feet pounded against the pavement, muscles burning, lungs heaving, but you didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down, didn’t care where you were going, as long as it was away.

Away from the suffocating silence, away from them, away from her.

You pushed yourself harder, faster, as if you could outrun the pain clawing at your chest, the unbearable ache of being unseen by the two people who were supposed to know you best.

They had always seen you, hadn’t they? Then why did it feel like you were fading? Why did it feel like you were already gone?

You were so lost in your own head, so consumed by the roaring in your ears, that you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you until a firm hand grabbed your arm, yanking you to a stop.

“Enough.”

Natasha.

You blinked at her, breathing hard, vision blurring. But she didn’t let go. Didn’t loosen her grip. She just stared at you, her green eyes filled with something sharp, something dangerous.

Something like determination.

“I let this go on for too long,” she muttered. “That’s on me.”

You swallowed hard, chest still rising and falling in ragged breaths. “Nat…”

“No.” Her voice was steel. “You’re not doing this. You’re not running until your body gives out just because they’re too damn blind to see what’s happening.”

Your throat tightened. “I don’t know what to do...”

She sighed, her hand loosening slightly but not letting go. “Then let me do something.”

Your breath hitched, but you believed in her.

Natasha had always been your anchor, your constant. You had survived hell together. She knew you better than anyone, sometimes even better than Steve and Bucky.

So when she said those words, when she looked at you like that, like she was done watching you suffer, something inside you cracked.

You swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper, “Okay.”

You hadn’t spoken much since that night, since the roof. Since Natasha found you and promised to do something.

You weren’t sure what you had expected, but you hadn’t expected him.

You sat on the rooftop again, legs pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around your knees. The city stretched out before you, endless and glowing, but all you saw was the emptiness.

The way you had been fading, the way they had let you, the way it still hurt.

You exhaled shakily, trying to push it all down, trying to keep yourself from breaking again.

“Bub.”

Your breath caught, your heart stopped, that voice.

Rough. Low. Familiar.

A voice that belonged to only one person.

You turned slowly, the cold air biting at your tear-streaked face and there he was.

Logan.

Your brother.

Standing there, broad and tense, his sharp eyes scanning you with a fury you hadn’t seen in a long time, his jaw clenched.

SNIKT.

The sound of his claws unsheathing was sharp, deadly, cutting through the silence like a blade to the heart.

His eyes darkened, fists trembling, rage radiating from his very being.

“Who?”

It was just one word, just one syllable, but it carried the weight of a storm. You swallowed hard, dropping your gaze.

Logan stepped closer, his boots heavy against the rooftop, his presence overwhelming.

“Who did this to you, Bub?” His voice was lower now, dangerous. “Tell me. I’ll gut ‘em.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Logan...”

“Look at me.”

You did and the moment his eyes met yours, whatever restraint he had left snapped.

“Those sons of bitches!” he snarled, pacing now, breathing ragged. His claws flexed, his shoulders heaved, pure, unfiltered rage pouring from him. “You’re telling me those two idiots, our idiots did this? Made you feel like this?”

You couldn’t answer.

Didn’t have to, because your silence was enough.

Logan let out a rough, guttural growl, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles went white despite the metal already tearing through his skin.

“I’ll kill ‘em.”

“No, you won’t.” Natasha’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and unwavering.

You turned just in time to see her step onto the rooftop, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

“Why the hell not?” Logan snapped. “They hurt her.”

“I know,” Natasha said evenly. “That’s why she’s leaving.”

Your breath hitched, “What?”

Natasha walked toward you, gaze softening as she reached out and brushed her knuckles against your cheek. “Pack a bag, Sweets. You’re going with Logan.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

Logan’s brows furrowed. “Wait, you’re actually letting me take her?”

“She needs to get away from here,” Natasha murmured, eyes never leaving yours. “From them.”

You stared at her, then at Logan, your throat tightening so painfully you thought it might close entirely.

“Tasha…”

“No arguments,” she said softly but firmly. “You’re not okay. And I won’t stand here and watch you disappear.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek.

You felt Logan’s heavy hand settle on your shoulder, grounding you, steadying you.

“C’mon, Bub,” he murmured, voice softer now, almost pleading. “Let’s go.”

You hesitated, not because you didn’t want to leave.

But because leaving meant giving up. Leaving meant accepting that they had chosen her, that they had chosen everyone but you.

But maybe... maybe they had already made that choice a long time ago.

You inhaled sharply and nodded.

And this time, you didn’t look back.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Request! Wondering if you could do steve rogers/reader where reader is his gf/wife that none of the avengers know about but end up finding out?? (Like Clint hiding his family) thank you!!

Not A Secret Anymore » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife/Pregnant!Reader with the Avengers

Summary: Steve kept you and yours and his unborn child a secret to protect you guy, but the Avengers end up finding out about you and the baby.

Warnings: Fluff, language, secret relationship, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: Italic text is Steve’s vision when Wanda manipulates his mind.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“When do you think you’re coming home?” You asked Steve on the phone.

“Hopefully tomorrow. I’ll text you before I come home.” Steve tells you. “Make sure our little one protects you till then.” He smiles.

“We love you, Stevie.” You smiled, putting your free hand on your 2 month pregnant belly.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He says.

Clint happened to be walking by Steve when he said “I love you” to you before he hung up the phone.

“Who did you say “I love you” to?” Clint asks curiously.

“Oh- uhh- my girlfriend.” Steve says.

You and Steve are actually married. You two have been married for almost 2 years. You two also have a baby on the way. Yours and his first child. The Avengers don’t know about you and yours and Steve’s unborn child. The only reason why he’s keeping you and the baby a secret is to protect you two. He hates keeping this a secret from his team- his friends.

Steve was sitting on the quinjet, staring at a picture. He smiles at it. He kisses the picture before putting it in his pocket. He sighs before exiting the quinjet with the Avengers.

———

“We need someplace safe to stay after that.” Clint says.

“I know a place.” Steve says.

The Avengers made their way to yours and Steve’s house. Steve texted you, telling you that he’s coming home and some of his friends are coming with him. You were completely fine with that. You straightened up the house just enough so it was nice for Steve’s friends.

The quinjet landed in the grassy area around yours and his house. They got off the quinjet and followed Steve up to the house. He walked inside with the Avengers following him inside. The Avengers stopped in the living room while Steve greeted you. They stared at Steve in confusion when he kissed you. Steve then moved to your side and wrapped his arm around your waist protectively. The Avengers’ eyes zeroed in on your stomach, seeing your pregnant belly. Even though, you’re 2 months pregnant, your pregnant is small, but started to become a little noticeable.

“This is Y/N. She’s my wife.” Steve introduces the Avengers to you.

Their eyes went wide when Steve said wife.

“Wife?” Tony asks.

Steve nods.

“How long have you two been married?” Bruce asks.

“Almost 2 years.” You say, smiling up at your husband.

“Are you- you know?” Clint asks, referring to your pregnant belly.

“If you’re asking if I’m pregnant, yes I am. I’m 2 months pregnant.” You say happily.

The Avengers stared at you in surprise. This is something they would’ve never expected. They’re also wondering why Steve never told them about you and the baby.

“I know you guys are surprised to be hearing this for the first time, but please don’t be mad at me. I kept her and our baby a secret, because I wanted to protect her. I lost a lot over the years. I didn’t want to lose my wife and baby too.” Steve says.

The Avengers were going to question him why he kept something as important as you and the baby a secret, but hearing his reasoning behind it made those questions fade away. The Avengers were silent for a small moment before Thor spoke up.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Rogers.” Thor says.

“It’s nice to meet you guys too.” You smiled at them. “I can show you guys to your rooms if you’d like.” You suggested softly.

“That would be nice.” Natasha smiles.

Natasha followed you upstairs while the guys stayed in the living room with Steve. Natasha caught a glimpse of the baby’s nursery when you guys walked past it.

“Is this the baby’s nursery?” Natasha asks curiously.

“It is.” You replied. “Would you like to see it?” You asked.

Natasha nods. You walked in the nursery with Natasha following behind you.

“Everything is unorganized at the moment and Steve and I are still trying to figure out where we want to put everything.” You tell her.

Natasha looked around the nursery with the look of interest on her face.

“If you want, I can help you guys set it up.” She politely suggests.

“Really?” You asked with a smile.

“Of course.” She nods and smiles.

“That would be nice. Thank you.” You smiled.

“You’re welcome.” She smiles back.

While you and Natasha were talking in the nursery, Steve was talking to Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Thor in the living room.

“What do you guys think of Y/N?” Steve asks.

“She’s cool. I like her.” Clint says.

“I like her too.” Bruce says.

“Me too.” Thor says.

“Me three.” Tony says.

Steve smiles at them, loving their responses. You and Natasha went downstairs a moment later.

“We were just talking about you, sweetheart.” Steve says.

“All good things I hope.” You say.

“All good things. They like you.” He smiles.

“I like her too!” Natasha chimes in.

“I like you guys too.” You say with a smile.

———

It’s been a few days since the Avengers stayed at yours and Steve’s house and found out about you and the baby. It went way better than both of you expected.

“I’m sorry for springing the team on you with little notice a few days ago.” Steve says.

“You don’t have to apologize, sweetie. I understand.” You say softly.

Steve put his hands on the sides of your pregnant belly and kisses you softly and passionately.

“Oh and Natasha offered to help with the nursery.” You say.

“The more help the better.” Steve smiles. “Did she suggest naming the baby after her if we’re having a girl?” He jokingly asks.

“No.” You giggled. “We’re still naming her after your mom.” You say with a smile.

“Or we’re naming him after my friend Bucky if we’re having a boy.” He says with a smile.

“That sounds great, honey.” You smiled. “I love you so much.” You say softly.

“I love you more, darling.” He almost whispers, kissing you softly.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere Vlogger who gains a following by stalking you.

TW. DDNE ! MDNI ! Stalking, Implied NonCon, Voyeurism, Kidnapping

It started out with a few, weird videos that barely got any views.

He had a shaky camera, and he'd rarely ever talk. In fact, he didn't even show you in the beginning. It was more of videos he took walking in random places without showing his face. Honestly, it looked like he hadn't intended for anyone but himself to see the uploads, yet somehow they ended up floating across the feeds of some people.

| What is this even about lol | This is kind of strange... | What are you doing?

He was surprised to get any comments at all, but the last one especially jumped out at him. Any rational person wouldn't talk about how they'd been secretly following the love of their life to some random stranger, but he was far from rational.

Instead of replying in the comments, he made another video.

Why I Do This

" It's because I love her, and I want to make sure she's safe," he said with a shrug. The camera was propped up on a cafe table, and his face was clearly in view. Well groomed, handsome, young... he certainly didn't seem the type to be a deranged lunatic. "Besides, I like the thought that one day she'll see this and know how much I care." After he spoke, the footage was cut with a shot of his shoes slapping against pavement, wandering in some unknown location.

That one got quite a bit of views. Hundreds this time, out of seemingly nowhere.

| Woah is this guy for Real? | No way is he serious, this is probably just some project or some shit. | Lol who cares if it's real, it's kind of interesting | I wish I had a boyfriend like that | You should show us your partner lmao

The videos would come every other day or so now. There seemed to be a bit more editing involved, and the few glimpses of you that the audience got became like a fun guessing game.

"I never expected anyone to be interested in this," he admitted, this time more quietly in a library study area. " I thought people would think that this whole thing is weird, but there are, what? A thousand of you now? So strange... and here I thought I was the weird one," He chuckled and brushed his hair back gently. Just out of sight in the camera was your seated form, working diligently on an assignment. If only you knew how much he cared. Not only that, if only you knew how many people thought he was cool for loving you the way he did.

| Guys I'm starting to get kind of freaked out. Is the person getting stalked okay? | Nah, it's not real. No way. If he was for real he wouldn't be showing his face | Woah the quality has gone up so much! The sneaking into the house portion of the videos are always so creepy and realistic! Keep up the good work! | You should go into acting man | Our beloved stalker is getting pretty bold lol. I wonder how this series will end lol

Sure enough, he started having more fun making the videos. He invested in a higher quality camera, and he started to become more and more obsessed with not only following you, but documenting the whole thing. He invested in a new camera and bought new editing software. Plus, with the ad revenue he was getting from his growing viewers, he could afford to buy trackers and other things...

"Thanks to you guys, I've finally got enough to bring them home," he practically beamed as he stared into the black lens. He was hidden in a bush, the glow of your house lights illuminating his face. He held up a bundle of ropes and some cuffs. "I really couldn't have done this without your support. I'm really grateful. I might have to lay low for a while after this... but hopefully I'll be putting out some more videos about getting them settled in their new home. Again, thanks for everything."

When a missing persons alert was put out for you, hardly anyone paid any attention. His viewers didn't know your name, and he was smart enough to hide your face, so no one suspected a thing. Soon enough, you were a forgotten statistic to everyone but him.

| Woah new video! | The new set looks great! | They're acting is so realistic lol. It gives me chills. | Hey don't they kinda look like that one person...? | I'm glad to see how this series progressed lol, the stalking was getting kind of boring

"They love you," he hummed as he scrolled through the comments, the screen lighting up the darkened room. You were bound in his lap, whimpering, blindfolded and gagged as he rubbed soothing circles into your hip. "Not as much as I can, but I told you everyone was rooting for us to get together," He smiled and planted a kiss to the crown of your head.

He then stood up, carrying you in his strong arms before laying you down on his bed. He switched on the lighting and turned on the various cameras he had set up to catch your expressions from every angle. His voice was sickeningly sweet as he got you tied down and ready, his eyes flashing with barely contained obsession. "Now... some people have been asking for more... exclusive content. I think it's only fair we let them see... I wouldn't have you if it wasn't for them after all. Be good for me okay?"

[yourmessagehasbeendenied]

~WEEKENDS

tw; chubby!reader, fluff, suggestive language, cursing, husband!simon, bubbly!reader, scary!simon, AU.

Simon was a big rough man. But he tried his hardest to not be it for you, and that's why you loved him. You two were polar opposites, and everyone saw it. Simon didn't go outside a lot, he was very anti-social and worked from home. No one ever really saw him, they only heard about him from you, really.

Because of that - you were the one doing the shopping and doing most things for the house. He did help out a lot, especially with cleaning places. But you were much more social because of that, you met a lot more people. And Simon was just happy he didn't have to deal with them. You recently took a liking to a certain shopping place, it sold everything you liked and needed for the house. It was a simple store, but you really enjoyed shopping there. So there you met a girl. Sophie, was her name. She was really sweet and you helped her find which aisle has the certain type of butter her husband loves the most, because she was trying to make him happy. You gladly helped and from then on- you two became friends. You two talked a lot and after a while, you even started going out together to hair saloons, manicures, everything. Simon didn't mind, he was happy each time you came home telling him about this "Sophie" person and how wonderful she was to you. You two talked a lot about your husbands. You always wore pink, and she was just more of a modern- dresser. She had a great style, but her eyes were always caught on how cute of dresses you were wearing. Shopping together, she speaks. "So how come your husband doesn't come outside that much?" She asked with a curious tone in her voice, to which you responded, "Oh, he's very shy. He doesn't exactly know how to treat people." She smiled at that. "Sounds very sweet." She said, and helped you pack your eggs in. Some time later - She invited you to a grill party and told you to bring your husband. You said you'd do your best to convince him. And after a lot of nagging and a few, "You can drink beer with the boys!" argument, he caved and gave in. He came with you to the store that day, because you two bought some wine to bring to the grocery store. That's where you ran into Sophie. Her eyes widened and she rushed over. "Hey Y/N! ..Who's that with you?" She asked, a little concerned. It wasn't common to see a 6'2 brute of a man follow around a girl who is 5'3. You smiled reassuringly. You spoke. "Hi, Sophie. I'm happy to see you! This is my husband, Simon." You said, and you wrapped both your arms around your husband's. Safe to say, it was.. A scene. Watching the bubbly, sweet girl hug a big man who looks like he could kill with just a look. So THAT was the shy, helping and sweet man you were talking about? She smiled awkwardly. "I-i see. I trust I'll see you at the grill party today, then?" She asked and you smiled. You nodded your head and finished shopping. The grill party was awesome. You got to hang around your close friend and your husband Simon, also found his own company by Sophie's husband and his friends, who loved fishing just as much as he did. They did get drunk a lot more than you girls did- but that was just predictable. They laughed, and Simon even tried grilling on his own- but he burnt it.

Which resulted in him coming over to you, with almost tears in his eyes.

"The chicken trusted me… and I failed it."

He sobbed, and he buried his face in your neck. It was a remember-able day. Especially when you two went home and he threw himself on you in the bed, hugging you close, whispering, "Thank you for taking me there, sweetheart. I had so much fun today." You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. "I know baby, me too." You kissed his forehead, and he smirked. "We could make it a little more fun, if you know what I mean." You didn't get what he meant at first, but when you felt something start to poke you, you understood. And who would refuse?

[silens-oro]

Well Enough Alone: Part VIII

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Andrew "Pope" Cody x f!Reader (nicknamed Hawk) Prologue Cut the Loss (companion piece) Part I Part II Chicken Hawk (companion piece) Part III Part IV Trespassing (companion piece) Part V Part VI Slowly We Unfurl (companion piece) Hold on to the Thread (companion piece) But I'll Always Remember (pre-WEA companion piece)

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General Synopsis: Pope's acting up and Hawk is acting out. Word Count: 4.3k Content Warning: typical animal kingdom warnings AN: It's been a hot minute since my last update on this fic. I've been stuck in the baby au because this timeline is the bad place and I have been avoiding it like the plague lmao. As always, thank you to everyone who has reached out in some way or another about this fic and the baby au! please comment & reblog :)

“I don’t care what you have to do, Smurf, but you need to fucking fix this!” Pope demanded through gritted teeth at Smurf, inches from her face, as he held her against the kitchen counter. “Whatever bullshit that caused this, it gets fixed or so help me-”

“So help you what, Andrew?” Smurf sneered. “You watch how you speak to me. You are still my son,” Pope pushed his nose into hers, making Smurf take a step back. “And you forget just what I am trying to hold together here.”

“Three people almost got murdered last night -all for shit that happened twenty years ago that you tried to sweep under the rug. Fix. It.” He spat through gritted teeth. 

“I uh, god this is embarrassing.” Hawk started her false tale of how she got the wounds that covered her from head to toe. 

“You want to tell me what happened?” The doctor at the urgent care Hawk went to the next morning prodded at her brutally bruised rib cage. He kept glancing up at her, trying to gauge the situation as he assessed the extent of her injuries. 

“Got in a fight at a bar last night. I was sober, mind you, and I still lost,” Hawk winced when he poked at a particularly tender spot. 

“You sure did,” He said offhandedly. “You definitely have some fractures here, but we’ll need to take some X-rays to see what we’re working with exactly. And as far as the bruising on your face goes, that should settle down in the next couple of weeks.” He snapped his gloves off, tossing them in the bin before sitting on the rolling stool and sliding it closer to her. “And the nose should heal as is, too. Just try not to jostle it. Or get into anymore bar fights. 

“Believe me, I won’t be stepping foot in a bar again so long as I live.” Hawk could tell he didn’t fully believe her. She wouldn’t believe her, and he probably saw cases of DV coming in and out of here all the time, so when he asked his follow-up question, she wasn’t surprised. 

“I know the nurse asked you this before I came in, but are you safe at home?” 

“Yeah, I’m single and live alone.” She lied. “This isn’t domestic, just the consequences of some bad choices that I’ve definitely learned my lesson from.” 

Hawk was sent on her way after some X-rays that showed four fractured ribs. Nothing was chipped or floating, so that was good, but she was still in a world of pain so the doctor gave her a prescription for some painkillers and a pamphlet about resources for domestic abuse. She took both without a comment, other than a polite ‘thank you’.

Pope was waiting for her diligently outside, fingers tapping on the wheel anxiously, wishing he could be inside with Hawk, but knew the cops would be called expeditiously before he was given a chance to defend himself. Still, it irked him. 

He pulled up to the curb when he saw Hawk walk out of the automatic doors and got out of the SUV to help her get in. Pope opened the passenger door and was about to put his hand on her waist to stabilize her, but Hawk held a hand up to stop him. 

“I got it,” She snapped. It wasn’t his fault, not really, but she had so much pent up bullshit that any little thing was going to set her off. 

“Alright,” Pope breathed out, his hands waiting to catch her if she stumbled. It took her a minute or two, but Hawk got herself situated enough for him to gently close the door. He stared at her from the outside for a moment, watching as she attempted to put her seatbelt on before the belt slipped from her hands and clanged against the door from the inside. Hawk closed her eyes in frustration before trying again, then she sighed and sat back. 

Pope circled around the front of the car, anxiety still gnawing at him. He tried not to take Hawk’s response to him personally, but it was very hard not to -especially when he just wanted to help. He swallowed thickly when he got settled in the driver’s seat, looking over tomahawk, but she kept her eyes closed. 

“I love you.” Pope spoke softly, begging Hawk to open her eyes and look at him. Her hands were clenched into fists on her lap and he saw her nod just as tears broke free from under her lashes. 

Hawk wasn’t cut out for this life, not as a kid and definitely not as an adult. The inherent violence that surrounded the Cody family was part of the reason why she kept herself at a distance for so long, why she didn’t want to know anything about what they did. But now that she had Pope, there was bound to be some overlapping -she just never guessed that this is what it would result in. 

Pope never felt as selfish as he did in that moment, watching Hawk’s inevitable breakdown in the car and still wanting to hold onto her for as long as she’d let him. Hawk swallowed a sob, nodding almost frantically in acknowledgment. Her eyes still hadn’t opened but she unclenched her left fist and held her hand between them as an offering to Pope to show she wasn’t mad at him, just at the situation as a whole. 

“I love you, too, Pope.” Hawk whispered, finally opening her eyes to look at him. Pope placed his hand in hers, squeezing it to keep her grounded, as he pulled out of the parking lot. A heaviness settled between them on the ride home, neither knowing what to say, just that something needed to be said. 

It took until Pope pulled into their driveway before Hawk spoke up. 

“He would’ve killed her if she was there.” Pope glanced over to her as she huddled herself against the door, finding comfort in the solidity of the door against her back. “I don’t know what Smurf did to him, but the hatred he had, Andy…you don’t feel that without getting burned by someone. And as much as I hate to say it because she’s your mother, J and I both got burned by her because of this. I’m beyond angry. I’m beyond hurt. I’m never forgiving Smurf for this.” 

“You shouldn’t. What happened to you and J…” 

“I am.” She stressed. “Smurf can’t keep getting away with this, Andy. How many more people does she need to hurt? How many of us need to die before she gets put down?”

“We’ll deal with Javi, and then we’ll deal with Smurf. They’ll both pay for this, I promise you.” 

“I know you want to go after him. Believe me, I want that piece of shit and his cronies dead, but I can’t lose you if this goes sideways, Pope. Lena can’t lose you.” 

“J wants to go after them.”

“He can’t. You need to make sure he doesn’t.” Pope nodded slowly. “This is Smurf’s bullshit that she started. She deals with it or they deal with her. Either way, I never want to so much as look at her again, Pope. I mean it. I won’t hold myself back.” 

“You don’t gotta tell me twice.”

“Javi’ll get what’s coming to him, I know that much, but I’m not stupid enough to go back to prison on murder charges. Not when I have you and Lena to think about.”

Hawk spent the next week locked inside the house. She explained the situation to Jane, not the whole story, but enough to let her know she wasn’t going to be in the shop for the next week or two. She’d have Pope stop by if she needed anything, but Hawk was going to lay low for the time being. 

Pope had been distancing himself mentally from Hawk since the incident with Javi and she couldn’t put her finger on why exactly. He took care of her, nursing her back to health for the first two weeks until she was able to go back to work on light duty. He kept Lena out of the house at Hawk’s request for that first week -Hawk didn’t want to freak the poor girl out with how she looked, so Pope took Lena out and about, but she always ended up back at Baz��s. 

“You can’t hide from her forever.” Pope was becoming irritable with the fact that he had to keep Lena from the house. Did Auntie Hawk leave like mommy? Nearly threw Pope headfirst into the mental spiral he was trying to avoid. “She’s worried about you. She misses you.”

“I know,” Hawk sighed. The bruising had gone down and she was just dealing with soreness in her healing ribs and the remnants of a scab that was giving way to a scar on her upper lip that glared at her every time she had the courage to look at herself in the mirror. “I’m just…I’m struggling.” Hawk’s voice broke. “Mentally, I’m still under the water, fighting my way up but I don’t know where up is.” Pope tilted Hawk’s face up to look at him. His eyes were troubled and his shoulders sagged like he carried the weight of the world on them. 

“It’s handled.” Pope reassured Hawk, his thumbs ghosting over her cheeks affectionately. “He’s gone.”

“Doesn't make this any easier to deal with.” He nodded. 

Pope was sleeping less and staying out until all hours of the night. Hawk was usually awake when he crawled into bed with her, kept awake by nightmares of being held under, the phantom sloshing of water shooting her straight up in the bed when she did close her eyes. She never let on that she was awake, that she didn’t contemplate why he was out and where he was going just so she wouldn’t fall asleep again. 

Pope’s thumbs moved to the circles that weighed her under eyes down. Both of them were hanging on by a thread, each of them attached to one fraying end and eventually, one would drop. 

“Bring her tonight.” Hawk nuzzled her cheek against Pope’s palm. “She’s probably losing her mind with Baz.” 

Recovery was slow, but Hawk seemed to push through the worst of it. Lena was back at the house for most of the time now, and everything seemed to settle back into the way it was before the Javi debacle.

As promised, Hawk did not see or speak to Smurf. Her number was blocked and she didn’t answer the door anytime she stopped by. Hawk wasn’t sure what Pope told Smurf the last time she tried to brush her way past him into the house, but Smurf didn’t try coming over again. 

Tonight, Hawk had the house to herself. Lena was with Baz and Pope had been MIA for the better part of ten hours. To say she was on edge was putting it lightly. Pope started getting up earlier than he usually did and was gone by the time Hawk even cracked her eyes open. He didn’t answer her calls, and would respond with one or two words when she texted him, so she knew he was alive. 

Hawk’s nails were chewed down to the quick. They were sore, but that didn’t stop her from continuously gnawing on them nervously before she yanked them away, shaking her hands in irritation. 

It had been a week of this and Hawk was absolutely sick of it. Sick of the silence. Sick of the secrecy. Sick of not knowing. He’d usually turn up at two or three in the morning without a single word, would undress, then crawl into bed for a few hours before he’d get up and do it all over again. 

Something was very wrong with Pope. 

Hawk was startled awake by her ringtone as it blasted next to her ear. She was sprawled out on the sofa, her hand holding her cell near her face where she had fallen asleep. She sat up, rubbing her squinting eyes as she looked at the right screen before answering. 

“What?” Hawk sighed into the phone. 

“Is Pope with you?” Baz’s voice sounded front the other end. Hawk rolled her eyes as she stood from the sofa to go grab something to drink from the kitchen. 

“No he’s not, but if you hear from him, tell him he can stay at Smurf’s tonight.” She hung up the phone, eyeing a bottle of wine in the wine chiller before ultimately going for a glass of water. If Pope did drinks his way home that night, the last thing Hawk needed to be was drunk. 

For the second time that night, Hawk was awoken by a phone call. Her arm swung to the other side of the bed and was met with cold, undisturbed blankets. 

“Hawk?” J’s voice shouted over what sounded like a party. “Hawk, can you hear me?”

“J? Where the hell are you?” She pulled her phone away from her face and saw that it was nearing one in the morning. 

“Smurf’s! Listen, I have no idea where Baz is and Lena’s here-” at the mention of Lena, Hawk was up and moving through the house to the front door to grab her keys, her purse, and slip on a pair of shoes. Her pajamas left little to the imagination, but that was the last thing on her mind. 

“What do you mean Lena’s there? What the hell is going on, J? Is there a party at the house? Is Pope there?” Hawk knew the odds were probably that he was not, if the noise on J’s end was any indication, but she still hadn’t heard from him. 

“Baz threw a party. I don’t know why, but now he’s missing and Lena had a little accident. She’s fine!” He stressed. “Can you please come get her, though? I’d drive her to your place, but I’ve already been drinking and I think I’m the most sober person here which is troubling.” Hawk did not doubt that. 

“Yeah,” She sighed, trying to push away the headache that was already brewing as she locked her front door. “I’m on my way now. Keep her away from any crazy shit, please?” Hawk hung up and stared down at her phone. She still hadn’t gotten a response to any of the texts or calls she sent him since his last text at 1:47 that afternoon and it was worrying her more than she cared to admit. 

Hawk got angrier and angrier the further she got into Smurf’s house. The house had been turned into a palace of debauchery and every sweaty, inebriated body that bumped into her was one more inch she was pushed to losing it on the next person who touched her. 

“J!” Hawk shouted when she saw him passing through the kitchen back outside with Lena in tow, but her voice wasn’t loud enough to reach him before he was gone in the crowd. 

“Hawk?” She spun around to see Deran looking at her like she was a goddamn unicorn. “What are you doing here?”

“What the hell is this, Deran?” He winced at her tone, but tried to shove his beer into her hand. Hawk gently pushed it away. Her relationship with Deran wasn’t as cut and dry as it was with Baz, or even with Craig. Deran was jaded in a way only the youngest sibling could be, and while he had his hang ups, they generally got along -especially now that he had also cut (most) ties with Smurf to branch out and do his own thing. Now that he was a business owner, they now had one major thing in common. They weren’t close by any means, but they understood each other in a way that Baz and Craig didn’t. 

“Baz threw a party,” He said with a shrug, bringing the bottle back up to his lips. “If you're looking for Pope, he’s not here.”

“Lena’s here.” Hawk stated, anger brushing her expression. “Where’s Baz?” 

“He’s around here somewhere,” Deran did a glance around. 

“And Smurf?” He shrugged again. 

“Out of town. Didn’t say why, but Baz took it upon himself to do this. Stay for a while. Have a drink. Relax,” Deran drew out the last word before patting her on the shoulder. 

“I gotta get the kid out of here, Deran.” Hawk brushed past the youngest Cody brother, irritation permeating off of her. Moans caught Hawk’s attention and her head snapped to the left. Her feet took her down the hall and stopped in the doorway to the den. She couldn’t count how many naked bodies were gyrating and thrusting, moaning and screaming as the orgy before her very eyes took place. 

Hawk needed to grab Lena and get out now. She pushed her way out to the backyard, the sounds of screams and splashing water made her spine go rigid and her pulse quicken. Hawk’s breathing came out sporadically and she twitched every time someone jumped into the pool. 

Hawk pulled out her phone and called J as she continued to push past drunk party goers, praying he could feel or hear his phone in this mess. Something that sounded like ceramic shattered from inside the kitchen and Hawk closed her eyes, counting to five before heading outside before she started knocking heads together. 

“Hey!” J answered. 

“I’m in the backyard. Where are you? Is Lena alright?” 

“We’re in the driveway. She’s got a few scrapes, but she’s fine.” Hawk didn’t answer him as she stormed through the side gate and jogged back to the front of the house. 

Get to the driveway

Get to the driveway

Get to the driveway

Nicky and Lena were sitting on the brick wall that lined the driveway while J was checking out the scrapes on Lena’s leg. 

“Lena,” Hawk called out, her hands shaking as she reached for the young girl. Lena hopped down to the ground and sprinted towards Hawk. She wrapped her hands around Hawk’s hips and buried her face in her stomach. “Are you alright?” Lena looked up at Hawk as she brushed Lena’s hair out of her face with her fingers. 

“He tackled me,” Hawk’s eyes widened. 

“Who tackled you?”

“The man,” Hawk looked at J with fire dancing in her eyes. 

“What is she talking about, J?” 

“There was a car.” Lena answered before J could. “A man tackled me so I wouldn’t get hit.” Every single one of the adults in this house was going to be in for a very rude awakening when this all cleared up. 

“I’m just very happy you’re okay, sweetpea.” Hawk kissed the top of Lena’s head, holding to her stomach as Lena’s grip tightened around her.. 

“Why is she here?” J winced at the tone. “And where the fuck is Baz?”

“I don’t know, but Pope is on his way. I told him you were coming for Lena, but he said to stay here until he got back.” Hawk bristled at the mention of Pope. J saw the pinched look on Hawk’s face and knew she was beyond pissed. Her presence sobered him up instantly and he made the wise choice to be helpful instead of a hindrance. “Let’s go back inside. I’ll make sure a room’s clear for her and she can lay down, alright?” Hawk took a deep breath, looking between him and a guilty looking Nicky, before nodding. 

Hawk sat at the edge of the spare bed as Lena slept. How the kid slept soundly through the chaos outside of the door was beyond her, but it was best she wasn’t awake for the reckoning her father was going to get if he showed back up. 

The door burst open and Pope came through like a raging bull, making Hawk jump up in reaction. 

“Is she alright?” He kept his voice low, as if that would be the thing to wake her up. Hawk nodded. “Stay in here.” She didn’t question it, just nodded once more. Within moments, Hawk heard people stampeding through the house and when it finally quieted down, she stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

The house was completely trashed. Food and alcohol covered every surface, anything breakable was broken, and it looked like a bomb had gone off in inside. Smurf was going to have every single one of their asses when she came back. 

Hawk wandered out to the backyard with purpose. She came across Baz as he was coming through the open gate that led to the pool area before Pope did and she laid into him without a second thought. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Pope appeared behind Hawk and grabbed her arm before she threw herself into a full falcon punch at Baz. She wasn’t the type to get physically violent, but he didn’t trust what her body language was saying at that current moment to put it past her.

“Coming in hot, Hawk.” Baz put his hands up, taking a step back.

“You left Lena by herself in the middle of all this shit?” Pope asked, looking around at the destruction left in the party’s wake.

“She was not by herself,” Baz motioned to J and Nicky. J shook his head, silently warning Baz. 

“Where were you?” Pope demanded, shotgun hanging in his free hand. 

“I was out looking for you.” Baz pointed to Pope. 

“Lena almost got hit by a fucking car, Baz! She’s scraped up and it could’ve been so much worse! What if someone tried to hurt her? There were a hundred people here, all of them strangers to her. There was an orgy in the den! What kind of fucked up Father of the Year award are you trying to go for here?” Hawk spat at him.

“Save it, Hawk. I don’t need parenting advice from you of all people.” Hawk huffed out a laugh, and Pope tightened his hold on her. 

“I’ve only raised kids whose parents couldn’t do their fucking job to begin with, Baz, yours included in case you’re forgetting that bit. I know a thing or two about the right and wrong way to do this. She had no business being here.” 

“Enough! I don’t need to listen to this shit from you, alright?” Baz raised his voice, trying to intimidate her into backing down -just like he used to do with Cath when he didn't want to talk about things. But what Baz failed to realize was that Hawk wasn't Cath, and she backed down from no one -Baz least of all. 

“Then be a fucking father, Berry.” Hawk ground out. Everyone that remained at the house watched the back and forth that finally came to a head between the two. “These are the traumatic memories that’ll be seared into her brain for the rest of her life. You don’t get a do over when you realize how much you’ve damaged your kid!”

“Are you speaking from experience with your star pupil over there?” He nodded to J, who narrowed his eyes at Baz. Nicky put her hand on his arm to stop him from advancing and making the situation worse. 

“No, Baz, I’m not. I can say, without a shred of a fucking doubt, that I did a stellar job raising J because I was present. I didn't drop him off to go run off with my boyfriends, or mistresses in your case. The absolute disrespect you have for your own fucking child for bringing her," Hawk pointed directly at Lucy, who was standing back from the group, watching intently with her arms crossed over her chest. "-around while Lena still cries herself to sleep wishing her mom was still here. It’s you and Smurf who’ve undone a decade and a half of work that I’ve put in, so let's not get that fucking twisted.” Hawk was fuming, seething, as she let out every bit of frustration she had been feeling. The look Baz gave her was lethal, deadly, and she knew that he knew she was right.

“Pope fall into that category? If I remember right, he’s the one who got J tied up in all of this so I hope you’re holding him to the same standard as the rest of us.” Hawk wanted to wipe the smug look right off of his face, and if Pope wasn't holding her back, she would've.

“Don’t go there, Baz.” J spoke up, keeping his anger in check. Hawk pulled her arm away from Pope’s hold.

"Enough." Pope's voice boomed with authority. He brought his attention back to Baz. "Where's Smurf?"

“Smurf’s in jail.” Baz finally admitted. Everyone stared at him like he just grew three heads. 

“What?” Pope questioned, not believing what he was hearing.

“Yeah, jail.” Baz repeated it like he couldn’t believe his own words. 

“I’m taking Lena for the night.” Hawk said, not leaving any room for argument from Baz. “Pick her up when you’ve figured your shit out.” With that, she stormed back into the house. J ushered Nicky to follow her and she did without question.

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Pitiful, You’re Pitiful

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ch. viii

group : ateez

pairing : aged up!wooyoung × aged up!reader

genre : angst, mature

word count : 3,6 k

warning : mentions of loss, pregnancy, angst, talks of divorce, confrontation, emotional turmoil, i don't suggest reading this (at all) when you're in a dark place alr

a/n : O H E M G E E I'M FINALLY UPDATING THIS STORY !!!!! i'm sorry this took like a whole ass minute, hour, day, weeks, and then months. I've explained that I'm truly trying to find time update my written stories and i really wanna do it, but considering my change of career and other responsibilities, I'm left with the option of just making do with what is available to me at this moment. i apologize to everyone who have been waiting for an update for too long, i hope this update is worth the wait!!

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The day felt long. Too long.

From the time you met up with Yunho to the time you got to the doctor, it felt somewhat normal but now it felt like time was stretching so far that it felt like a month had gone by.

Now, standing at your front door after getting an ultrasound of the baby, your mind raced to the time you brought back news about Woohyun to Wooyoung.

You remember that it was spring; the sun was shining delightfully and there was a pleasant floral scent that filled the air, courtesy of your neighbour. You finally got the actual confirmation that you were indeed pregnant after weeks of feeling unwell. It was probably two months into your pregnancy when you were finally able to go to the doctor as Wooyoung had finally came home from his time touring with his friends, dancing with singers at festivals, concerts, and stuff. You waited so long to confirm because you wanted Wooyoung to be able to spend one-on-one time with Dayoung as you go to the doctor and if something were to go wrong, you tried to have Wooyoung by your side.

The moment you opened the front door, you were greeted with the sight of Wooyoung who had Dayoung on his shoulders, pretending to be an airplane as they goofily ran around. You couldn't help but smile at the thought that your mother-in-law was absolutely spot-on with her prediction that this was how Wooyoung was going to play with his kid so her and your father-in-law's gift in the form of a house was absolutely justified.

"Watch out for Mount Mama!" Dayoung giggled, causing Wooyoung to glance your way and visibly brighten. "I'm going to crash into Mount Mama!" he joked, rushing forward as quickly as he could while still being safe to swoop in a kiss from your lips as Dayoung squealed from the rush. "How was the ute doc?" he asked to which you rolled your eyes at him, "You need to learn the word OBGYN, Woo, you can't keep calling her the ute doc," you chastised. He cheekily grinned and shrugged as he carefully put Dayoung down on the floor, "Too many letters, not enough brain space. What's the verdict on the checkup? Can I boink you tonight or is there a gnome living inside?" You gasped and punched him straight on his shoulder, causing him to groan out loud and sputter slightly. "Jung Wooyoung, watch your mouth in front of your daughter! And why do you think there is a gnome living inside me?" Wooyoung cheekily shrugged and was about to say something smart when you felt something bubbling in the back of your throat and you cut him off, "I'm pregnant!"

Wooyoung froze with his mouth hanging open.

The words entered his brain quickly enough but his understanding was rather blocked. "Really? A-are you- WHAT!?" he screamed, jumping backwards, causing Dayoung to jump to the side in surprise, not understanding what's gotten her dad so... leap-y. With his knees on the floor, Wooyoung grabbed onto your hips and his eyes stared at you like you held the whole universe, "You're telling me there's a baby in there? Our baby? There really is a tiny gnome in there?" Though his phrasing was peculiar, you couldn't help but crack up while shedding a tear or two as you saw the love in his eyes. "It's only tiny because it's yours, you dork."

In one sweeping movement, Wooyoung swept you off your feet and twirled you around in happiness, causing Dayoung to screech, telling him to be careful not to drop you. Once you were down, Wooyoung grabbed Dayoung and twirled her twice before letting her down in front of your belly, "Here, here, Dayoungie, you see this?" he gently placed a hand on the left side of your belly and Dayoung followed suit on the other side, "Belly," she confidently stated with her firm lips and unblinking eyes, causing you to chuckle at how sure of herself she is. "There's a baby in here, Dayoungie, your little baby sibling!" Wooyoung excitedly claimed. Dayoung gasped and her eyes widened in wonder, "I'm gonna have a baby gnome sibling?" she whispered to herself in amazement. You slapped the back of Wooyoung's head when he burst into laughter due to Dayoung's answer, "See, this is why you should mind your words in front of our OBVIOUSLY innocent daughter!" you screeched but the smile on your face didn't shrink. "Well hell, it'll be a funny story to tell him! Who wouldn't laugh knowing that his sister thought he was a gnome?" he grinned teasingly.

Your breath hitched at Wooyoung's use of the male pronoun. "Boy?" you asked, "You think we're gonna have a boy?" Instead of saying something sarcastic or smart, Wooyoung simply smiled at you and stood back up, "Don't you?"

That one simple question made you burst into happy tears as you laughed happily. Dayoung thought Wooyoung had made you cry so she started screeching at Wooyoung while hugging your leg.

It was at that moment of absolute chaos that your family found out about the newest addition to your family. It was a news that no one expected but everyone welcomed so greatly.

"And now this..." you muttered to yourself, even more reluctant to proceed with what you needed to do at this point. The small ultrasound picture felt heavier than a truck and you couldn't do anything but shove the picture down the pocket of your pants, thinking that you'd know what to tell Wooyoung when the time came, probably after he told you that it would be wise for the both of you to separate or something.

You've never hated having to come home before, not even when you found out that Wooyoung had cheated. It was always you not wanting anything to do with him, not the house in itself. You found that the house itself is your sanctuary, somewhere you can rest assured about your decision and your life. But it was at that moment that you felt some resentment towards Wooyoung for making you feel such a way towards your own home.

"I'm back," you called out as you opened the door, taking now of the eerie silence of the house that was almost suffocating.

From the kitchen area, you heard some clanging before you saw Wooyoung trodding out in an outfit that was almost too domestic for your liking; a cream sweater and some linen pyjama bottoms with his soft blue-green house slippers, all supported by his untouched, softly-tousled hair. You almost lost all of your resolve right then and there, but the weight of recent events were so big on you that you had no choice but to pull away from any and all sense of delusion that might have clouded your mind.

Wooyoung sent you a small smile that almost brought you to tears but you had to stand firm. "I-" "Can we-" you both started at the same time. Realizing this, Wooyoung cleared his throat and put his hand out to gesture to you, "Please," he said but you shook your head, "No, no please, what were you going to say?" you offered back. Hearing you talk to him in a tone that was not sarcastic, cold, or detached made Wooyoung's heart ache as it reminds him of how things changed because of his stupidity. One wrong move pushed him into a spiral where he forced himself into the arms of another woman because he displaced his grief and sorrow just because he thought as the patriarch, he was expected to not break down, to not show any emotion especially when the rest of his household was hanging on by a thread. But it wasn't like Wooyoung could defend himself. How can he? Though he too lost a child, you didn't went out of your way to seek comfort in the arms of the first guy who allowed you to break apart to your heart's content.

"I... Should we talk in the kitchen? I'll make a pot of tea and we can just... Talk, I guess?" he offered. Hearing him wanting to... talk, it made you nervous beyond belief because while you have something to tell, you knew Wooyoung have something to tell also and you couldn't be sure about how the situation would unfold. Nevertheless, you nodded at his suggestion, opening your mouth to agree and let him know that you had something to tell him too.

Before you could utter anything, the front door opened and Wooyoung's mom came in, looking slightly dishevelled as she rushed in. "Oh, thank god you are here," she said as she moved to remove her shoes, "I was worried that I might have to track you down a little bit but you are, you are here," she rambled on, obviously intending her relief towards you.

"Mom?" Wooyoung called out to her, confused and unsure as to why she was there, "Wha- What are you doing here?"

His mom glared at him and stomped forward before she stopped and smacked her purse on Wooyoung's shoulder, causing the taller man to yelp like how he used to when he was a child. "You rotten selfish little idiot! I came here to save your marriage!" she exclaimed, turning around to you and her expression immediately softened as she grabbed your hands, "Dear, I... I... How are you?" she asked you, tone completely different than the one she used on Wooyoung which caught you off-guard. "I.. I..." you stuttered, trying to form words because the last thing you expected was to see Wooyoung's mother as you were not prepared mentally to deal with her, "I'm... Mom, what are you doing here?" You repeated Wooyoung's question, hoping to get some answer.

The way you called her mom almost brought tears to the middle-aged woman's eyes. With your divorce looming in the corner, Wooyoung's mom was holding onto every bit of connection she had to you. She had never felt such connection to any other people than you, people who are not her children at least. Not even Wooyoung's sister-in-law, who got married to Wooyoung's brother before the two of you and even knew the family LONG before you were introduced, is that close to your mother-in-law. She had even told you to call her mom almost right off the bat, somewhere shy of your first month mark of being Wooyoung's girlfriend. You never knew this, but one of the driving force of Wooyoung settling down with you was because his mom had told him that you were special, you brought all of Wooyoung's best qualities and even brought up qualities he never knew he had. That was why she took care of YOU so well. You'd joke that she was nice to you because she wanted to make sure that her son was taken care of well, but she immediately shot that down, saying that her son is a grown-ass man and she didn't need to nor did she want to handle the play-by-play of someone who could pay his own bills.

Knowing how strong her feelings for you were, it took Wooyoung quite some time to come clean about this mistake as in he had just told his mom the situation in details at 8 am when he finally broke down at the realization that there were no other possible road that the two of you could trudge other than divorce, and he just came clean. His mom didn't even say anything, she simply turned the call off and didn't talk to him for the rest of the day so Wooyoung took it as her being so angry she had to avoid him for some time or else she might blow up or blow him up. But apparently that was not the case as she showed up unanounced, probably ready to whoop his sorry ass.

"(y/n), dear... I can't begin to apologize for Wooyoung's mistakes and I know how much you must hate him right now, I... I had the privilege of not having to experience what you experienced but I beg of you, please don't tear your family apart," she said, voice shaking at the thought of her grandchildren having to be put in a broken family. You were surprised by her words, not knowing how to deal with the fact that your mother-in-law was begging you for something like that and it left you gaping like fish out of water.

"Mom, I... I don't know-" she cut you off by grabbing your hands in her dainty, more frail ones, "I- I know I'm asking a lot, I know I shouldn't even be asking you this but please, please, please don't leave things like this," she begged.

Wooyoung let out a loud sigh when he heard his mom beg you. He didn't know which was more of an issue for him, his mom putting herself in the middle of your family or his mom putting you in an uncomfortable situation by saying things she don't even quite understand yet.

"Mom, come on," Wooyoung walked over and pulled on his mom's arm gently, "Let's,,, Can we please not do this?" he softly spoke.

Much to his surprise, his mom moved swiftly, as if it was simply her reflex, to grab him by the back of his neck and stood him next to you.

"How dare you tell me not to do something when you can't even stop yourself from having an affair! With your employee no less! My God, Wooyoung, have you no scruples? Have you no shame- have you no STANDARDS!?" she yelled at him as if he was nothing more than an 8 year old who just got caught stealing candy.

You had every right to do... something. Team up with Wooyoung's mom to absolutely berate him, break him down, call him names, take a video of the whole interaction and put it up on the internet, monetize the drama so could get something in return like a nice Gucci Bag or something, or hell, you could simply kick him and his mom out on the basis of them ruining your peace. God knows you were owed at the minimum that much. But no, you simply sighed and shook your head, not wanting to delve too deep into this particular issue at that moment. "Mom, I... Can we please not do this right now? Wooyoung..." Even his name made you swallow the bile that was rising, "We need to talk about really personal and important things right now."

Of course, seeing as how her son was like, your mother-in-law shook her head and grabbed your hands tightly, "You can go ahead and call me names, hit me, scream at me, or cuss me out, i deserve all that for being a bad mom. I deserve all that for raising him wrong, I know that. But don't leave him, please, I beg of you, don't do it. M-my reason might be selfish, I might be doing this partly because I don't want my son to be a divorcee, but I'm also thinking about your children."

The sudden mention of your children caught you by surprise and the more you let the thought linger, the more hurt your felt because you realized that she was right, your children needs to be accounted for, especially the one that Wooyoung doesn't even know yet.

Your mother-in-law saw your demeanour falter, and she thought that meant your resolve was faltering, so thinking that she was doing some kind of favour to someone by speaking up, she continued. "(y/n), you... I have always loved you like my own daughter. I think of you as not just a part of my family, but I think of you as part of us, me, as a person. So please," she proceeded to drop to her knees with her hands still shakily grabbing yours, effectively causing your eyes to widen and panic spread all over you, "Please, don't leave just like this."

You were absolutely horrified to see your mother-in-law on her knees in front of you, begging like she had just been caught committing a crime. It was a well-known fact that your mother-in-law is a prideful person, and rightfully so, considering what she had gone through and how it shaped her. So to see her reduced to someone who had to be on her knees, begging like this, tugged at your heartstrings.

Immediately, you reached down, grabbed her by her elbows as gently as you could, and tried pulling her up. "Mom, mom, come on, you can't be on the floor like this, what about your knees?" it was your turn to beg, but the elder woman was having none of it, adamantly shaking her head like a petulant child. "Punish me if you must, but," you cut her off by trying to get her up even harder, "Mom, please, I- I can't do this right now, not today, please."

Even when Wooyoung stepped in, your mother-in-law still wouldn't budge, not even a little bit. "Mom, get up, please. You're making (y/n) worry," he tried coaxing but apparently it only made her even mad as seen from the way she pushed Wooyoung's hands off of her. "Oh, what do you know about making (y/n) worry!? After the things you did to her, are you really one to talk about what's best for (y/n)!?" she yelled at him before returning to look at you, this time desperately rubbing her hands together as tears brimmed in her eyes, "I will do anything so you could forgive my son and I will take full responsibilities for not raising him right. I will let you verbally tell me off and tell me how much I have failed as a mother because I have, I truly have and it is all my fault. Blame me, just blame everything on me, dear, but don't punish your family for it."

Seeing how the situation had turned out, you realized you couldn't keep your little secret anymore. This was not how you wanted to break the news, especially to your mother-in-law, but the situation was preventing you from having your way, so you had to roll with the punches even if it meant that you will definitely get hit.

You crouched down in front of your mother-in-law and gave her the softest smile you could muster without completely breaking down, "Mom... I... I really... After the loss I experienced today, can we please not do this right now?"

That seem to shut your mother-in-law up and simultaneously confuse the hell out of her son, as seen from the way their faces scrunched in confusion, which looked comically too alike. Through teary eyes, her eyebrows furrowed but she wasn't saying anything. You weren't sure if she was wordlessly urging you to explain or if she was simply trying to put 2 and 2 together. Nevertheless, you took a deep breath and finally the gravity of the news you received not an hour ago settled deep in you, turning your own eyes teary, "Mom, I had another miscarriage. I... I was pregnant through all this a-and I went to check earlier but they couldn't find a heartbeat. I'm so sorry for doing this again, mom," you croaked, voice and demeanour finally breaking as the confession left your lips. While it felt freeing, knowing that the secret you had been holding onto for some time was finally let go, it felt awful because verbalizing the event further pushed you into a reality where you lost yet another baby. You couldn't help but turn to look at Wooyoung, who had a look that was a mix of horror, disbelief, surprise, and denial all at the same time. "I'm sorry Wooyoung... I'm sorry for doing this again," you said before finally breaking into sobs.

It took a while but once the news settled in her mind, your mother-in-law finally reacted. The reality seemed to set your mother-in-law off because the next thing you know, she was wailing and hitting Wooyoung over and over again, screaming about how cruel he was to put his pregnant wife through such thing, telling him that if in the end he goes to hell, that would have been the mercy the gods graced him with. Your mother-in-law was never one to be this kind of emotional and considering her age and health, you were worried that she was overexerting herself so you tried to calm her down or at least pull her away from Wooyoung, who stood frozen like time decided to trap him in a loop where for eternity, the only thing he would hear was your voice telling him that you were sorry for another miscarriage. Millions of thoughts running in his mind, dulling all of his other senses, which made him somewhat desensitized to his mother's attacks. His thoughts varied but one seem to always come back; how could he put you in such a position while you were in no position to take in more stress?

"I..." Wooyoung tried speaking, he wanted to say something. Perhaps he wanted to start by apologizing for his mistake. But maybe he should start with how sorry he was for your loss, only it was also his lost. Should he begin by listing all of his wrongdoings from the very beginning? As hard as he tried, he couldn't even begin to say anything. But considering the cries that filled the room, maybe it was best if words were left unsaid at that moment.

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Shadow X Fem reader

Your past , My present, Our future Part 2 (Final)

(Part 1)

Description: after meeting your future child your mind is reeling, little do you know that there is another one watching from the shadows, and she isn’t alone.

Warnings: none cute Dadow fluff ahead

Note: so I know this story is going to leave a lot of questions to be answered don’t worry they will be in due time however I don’t mind answering them now so let me know, I will be posting the epilogue later this week hopefully which may or may not clear some things up.

The ebony hedgehog stood atop the tower her amber eyes scanning the area below.

She watched as her father spoke to her namesake below. something twisted in her heart, a feeling she couldn't quite place, not pain but not quite pride either. she watched as she spoke holding a surprising level of dignity and grace for her age. no wonder her father spoke so highly about her.

"OH MY GOSH!" a voice that unmistakably belonged to her mother called out distracting her from her thoughts.

a soft giggle escaped her lips even displaced in time she still found a way to bring her back to earth. "Thanks mom" she whispered.

"Maria! I need your help." a familiar voice behind her spoke making her jump.

"Gah! Silver what the hell, warn me! I could have attacked you just now!"

"Sorry, I'm just busy right now trying to keep time anomalies from happening"

"Yah I can see that." her eyes darting to her little now littler sister in Silver's hands,

"Hey! You look just like my sister RiRi" Nova said her voice full of excitement.

Maria smiled at the nickname her sister lovingly gave her, only she was allowed to call her that. "Yah, I get that a lot."

Her gaze returned to Silver "So How does it feel to be the older twin now?" She teased

"Please don't make this weird." Silver groaned

"I'm sorry, make this weird? Silver, You're holding your twin sister at age four in a timeless white void well before either of our conception. meanwhile you live in the past part-time, are on a first name basis with both our parent's, and you're dating a cat from another dimension, name one normal thing about any of this?"

"Hey! me and Blaze are just friends."

"That's not what she said." Maria pointed to Nova who was growing antsier by the second.

"What does she know anyway?"

"It's literally her jo-"

"Hey! Put me down!" Nova demanded waving her arms and kicking at the ivory hedgehog.

"Sorry Nova." Silver put her down on the floor between them.

"Now, what's this about you needing my help?"

"I need you to watch her for me, just until Sonic defeats the time eater and then we'll all go home."

"babysitting, really? How come you get all the cool missions?"

"Because, I'm not recognizable in the past , and you are."

"Yah, and how much longer do you have that excuse?"

"That doesn't matter right now. neither of you can be seen, unless you want to throw off the timeline"

Maria sighed her arguments once again being defeated. "What do you need to do anyway? get your butt kicked by Dad again?"

"No, by Sonic this time."

"Fine" she huffed "But you're doing my dishes for a week."

"What! seriously the future hangs in the balance right now and you're trying to wager chores."

"Hey, some people would ask for more, I personally think it's a generous offer."

"Maria stop pulling your brother’s leg, I'll watch her" the familiar voice of their father interrupted their spat.

"Papa!" Nova cried out excitedly running into his arms.

Shadow laughed as he picked the little hedgehog up and spun her around "Hello little one you've had quite the adveture today haven't you?"

the little girl beamed "just like you papa?"

"you could say that."

"can I come with you to work now!"

He smiled at her "I'll talk about it with your mother.” Shadow turned to his two other children “are you two alright?”

“Yah, I’ve been hiding here mostly, just watching” Maria responded

“I’m okay mostly busy trying to keep the timeline safe”

“Good, keep it up do you need any help”

“I’ve got it mostly covered so far you are the only ones from the future that could threaten the timeline well you guys and mom but she should be with past you right now”

“She’s not she went behind that wall over there after you left.” Maria corrected

Shadow nodded “Okay I’ll go check on her”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea with her? Nova's not exactly one for keeping secrets, especially as a child.”

"That's true I caught her just before she spilled the beans about Maria"

"Hey I didn't spill anything!"

"No, Nova it's an expression" Silver sounded exasperated.

"A what?"

Silver sighed "Never mind"

"She'll be fine, with all the running around she's been doing I'm sure she's due for a nap"

"But I'm not tired"

"Oh, you're not?" Shadow replied.

"Nope" the little hedgehog yawned betraying her own words

"Okay, well then sit still while I talk to these two okay little one."

She nodded in agreement laying her head on her father's chest

"Papa?"

"Yes dear?"

"How come mama's quills aren't white?"

The air grew thick as the three looked at each other unsure of what to say. at her age it was never explained, she couldn't have possibly understood. what those scientists did to you, and why. No, that was a story for another day.

It was so long before her birth she hadn't known her mother any other way. even for Silver it was strange to see you before it happened despite that being his only safety for not being discovered yet.

"She's trying something new today, don't you like it?" Shadow finally answered.

"I think mama looks pretty"

"Yah, she always looks pretty."

Nova smiled at him before closing her eyes beginning to nod off.

"Silver keep doing whatever you need to do to keep the timeline in check okay?”

“Yes sir”

“Do you need a boost? Before you go?” Maria asked.

“I should be okay for now maybe after I fight Sonic”

“Okay, you know where I am” Maria gave her brother a hug

“Stay safe son” Shadow hugged Silver making sure not to disturb the little one who was being to lightly snore

“Thanks Dad” and with that silver took off heading off into the void.

Maria and Shadow were silent for a moment watching as Silver disappeared from sight.

“Hey Dad.”

“Yah”

“Just how far in the future are you from?” Maria couldn’t help glancing at the young girl from the past.

“Far enough to know what you want to ask.” Shadow placed his hand on his daughter’s shoulder “You’ll find your own way I promise.”

“Well that’s awfully cryptic.”

“You know how important the timeline is, knowing what happens could put your future at risk”

“I know, it’s just, why can’t I fight yet? I know everything there is to know, and there’s so much good I want to do why won’t you let me? I mean silver is out there fighting with you and he’s four years younger than me why can’t I?

“I’m sorry Maria but that conversation can only happen when you’re ready, and I’m afraid you’re not there yet.”

“When will I be then?”

“Soon, I promise.”

She huffed unsatisfied with the answer but understanding that she couldn’t pry for more. “You probably have to go check on mom now don’t you?”

“She can wait a few more minutes if you need.”

“Nah she seemed pretty freaked, it was kinda funny not gonna lie”

Shadow smiled at his young daughter admiring how much she was like you.

“Alright stay hidden and please, try not to create any explosions”

“Dad, please, look who you’re talking to”

Shadow sighed “just keep the damage to a minimum”

“You got it” Maria smiled before giving her dad a hug. “Love you”

“You too kiddo”

And just as quickly as he appeared her father vanished into the white void taking her sister with him. Maria returned to her place watching the action happening once again.

“Oh man, Pepper is never going to believe this”

❤️

You leaned against the wall your mind going a million miles a second with no stop in sight.

You were beginning to feel nauseous at the concoction of emotions swirling through you.

You were mortified at the scene that just took place scolding yourself for running into a situation before properly assessing it, at the same time you were still coming down from the sadness of your boyfriend not knowing your identity, not to mention the child you were apparently going to have showing up.

You had nothing against children, in fact you wanted children of your own someday, but you and Shadow hadn't even talked about it yet. the panic of her arrival had come with the side affect of an overwhelming wave of affection. after all your future with Shadow had all been conformed.

You loved him and wanted this future with him, but it was all happening so fast you couldn't catch your breath, literally you were beginning to hyperventilate.

You needed to calm down so you closed your eyes sat down and focused on your breathing unaware that you were being watched

❤️

As Shadow approached you he couldn’t help but think about the early stages of your relationship. He remembered the way you looked at him, the ways you broke down his walls like no one else could, the ways you would comfort him as he woke from a nightmare.

He looked at you and felt a comfort in knowing not much had changed in all these years however, he was reminded just how much other things changed as well.

Right now you were untouched, not knowing what the future would bring, you looked younger, of course you did this was before.

Four years and three months before to be exact.

If perfection could be achieved it no doubt would look like you. Seeing you like this once again made him smile. still, guilt lingered in the back of his mind.

Images of the past flashed through his mind. The worst year of his life, six months of searching only to find you too late, and six more months trying to undo the damage. Your quills were supposed to turn white with age now they would never change at all.

You claimed you didn’t mind that the outcome was a “best case scenario”. Still he knew that you had something taken from you. Something that he had wanted for you, something he knew you could never get back not for a long time at least.

You were still perfect of course, just in a different way. Despite the challenges you pulled through healing in ways he never thought possible. You moved past it, you remained in love with him and gave him children he owed you the world and more.

Little Nova cooed in his arms yet another reminder of why you were just so remarkabl

Shadow stood next to you as you sat on the floor working through your breathing technique, not wanting to startle you he spoke gently.

“Hey”

You looked up at the familiar voice it was defiantly Shadow, but he seemed more familiar with you. he hadn't aged, of course he didn't but he had an air about him that seemed more mature like he's learned more from the word than the last you saw him, and on top of that he was holding the little hoglet Silver had whisked away moments ago.

"umm hey, so sorry but I'm really confused right now a lot is happening and I'm not entirely sure what."

"It's okay Y/N I understand"

"Okay so before I start I just want to make sure, You know me right?"

Shadow smiled at you "Yes my love"

You heaved a sigh of relief "Okay good, so first off how are you dear"

"I'm doing fine, I'm here to check on you"

"Okay good, Second wow I'm just- I don't really know what to say right now. It's just a lot. I mean we have a kid? That's - wow."

"Are you disappointed?"

"What? Of course not! it's just, I don't know, Kids have always been this possibility to me, you know, they're just hypothetical things. I mean we haven't really talked about it, I don't know you're opinions on them are so there was a chance I wouldn't have them, but now, it's real and obviously you know we have one.”

“I was little worried at first, having something so small, but I also knew I wanted a family especially one with you.”

“Am I any good at it, the whole parenting thing?”

“You’re the best at it”

The tension you in your shoulder released as you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You looked up at Shadow a warm feeling spread through your heart seeing how he gently held your sleeping child in his arms.

“Should we be talking while she’s asleep”

“Oh, She’s fine she sleeps through anything. One time you were making dinner during her nap and all the pots and pans crashed out of the cabinets she didn’t even move”

“Oh that’s good”

“Yah, she’ll give you a run for your money when she’s awake though”

You giggled “you know, that’s a good look on you, you look happy.”

“I am” the two of you smiled at one another “do you want to hold her?”

“Is that allowed? I mean would that mess up the timeline at all? I don’t want Silver to be mad or anything.”

Shadow held back a snicker, you had no idea “don’t worry about Silver trust me, he won’t bother you”

“Oh, okay then.”

Shadow gently placed the little girl in your arms your heart swelling as she curled up against your chest a she called out a tiny “mama?” Instinctively you rubbed her back lulling her back to sleep surprising yourself in the process.

Getting a closer look at her you wondered how you didn’t immediately clock her as yours the two of you shared many features but the ones you found your favorite were the ones Shadow gave her. Her grey markings, the way her quills curled up she even snored like him.

“She’s so cute, how do I function?”

“Trust me you take a lot of pictures.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Shadow sat down next to you. As you turned to smile at him he noticed, after all these years you still smiled at him the same way you. All the trauma all the changes those people forced you through they couldn’t change the simple fact that you loved him, no matter what happened or how much time had passed you would always love him.

The two of you talked behind the wall passing the time as you waited for the action to be over.

“Shouldn’t you be helping yourself with your dad?” You asked at one point

“Trust me, this is much more important”

After a couple hours you noticed something, Nova’s foot was slowly becoming transparent panic flooded through you as you tried to stop it realizing you were beginning to disappear too.

“Don’t worry, this is just how you go home you’ll be okay I promise.”

“Okay and how about her?”

“She’ll wake up in the same place she disappeared she’ll be safe”

You nodded “any advice for the future?”

He took your face in his hands taking memorizing your features one last time. “ Just remember that I’ll always love you no matter what”

“I love you too”

Shadow leaned in and kissed you this wasn’t his last kiss with you, not by a mile but it still felt like a goodbye. You were taken so suddenly and by the time he saw you again the damage had been done. He knew he couldn’t warn you about it, but he could use this kiss as an apology, as reassurance that everything would turn out okay.

As you faded from his view he smiled, knowing that despite what happened the two of you had a bright future ahead.

❤️

You woke up in a lush green field your picnic basket neatly laid next to you, the path ahead clear. Checking the time on your phone you noticed that no time had passed since you entered the void, even so you were still late for your picnic date.

Grabbing your basket you rushed off to your usual meeting place knowing you had one hell of an excuse.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

“That’s alright, I’m still setting up.”

“The blanket? Love, all you have to do is lay it on the floor.”

“I know I was just making sure I had a good vantage point in case anything comes to attack us.”

“Aw love, I appreciate your vigilance but I sincerely doubt someone is going to attack us in a wide open field in the middle of the day.”

“You never know when someone is going to strike I just want to be prepared.”

You kissed him between his ears handing him his sandwich “never change darling”

You sat beside him taking your lunch out as well.

“So Nova’s pretty cute isn’t she”

Shadow froze looking at you in shock.

“When did you-”

“Just now. So you knew this whole time?!”

“Yes”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Please, like you would have believed me.”

“I might have”

Shadow gave you one of his looks that showed complete doubt.

“Oh you” you jumped on him pushing him to the ground your lips colliding as Shadow wrapped his hand around your waist. You giggled against his lips continuing as the two of you parted continuing your picnic on the beautiful spring afternoon steps away from your first meeting.

❤️

Three years prior

Shadow sat beneath the tree watching the festivities below. He had no idea why he let Rouge convince him to come. They were all the same full of people making pointless small talk about nothing.

Sure there were people he tolerated but they were always busy talking to the ones he couldn’t stand.

Shadow skulked checking the time waiting for the hour mark when Rouge said it was an acceptable time to leave. Only five minutes left and they couldn’t come soon enough.

“Excuse me, is it alright if I sit here?” A sweet voice called out.

Looking up he saw a familiar figure, he tried looking for you after the time eater incident to no avail, years passed and he didn’t have the time to search, the world needed saving and he was the only competent enough to do it properly.

“I suppose” he responded

“Thank you, don’t get me wrong I love parties but they get way too loud.”

Shadow scoffed “Yah that’s Sonic for you, always has to throw the biggest parties.”

You giggled “Yah, he’s sweet and all but he definitely needs to come with a warning sign.”

Shadow found himself laughing at your comment.

“How come I’ve never seen you before?”

“I just moved here Amy invited me, quite a colorful cast of characters around here.”

“Yah, almost too colorful”

You giggled at his comment bringing a warmth to his face he was unfamiliar with.

“I’m Y/N, and you are?”

“Shadow, Shadow the Hedgehog.”

“Nice to meet you Shadow”

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do Shadow the hedgehog x reader romantic headcanons? Like they’ve been together for about a year now and their anniversary is coming up? Thank you!!!!!

•───⋅☾⊱ HEAVEN’S NIGHT ⊰☽⋅───•

♱ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Shadow The Hedgehog X Reader Where He Plans For Your Anniversary

♱ Character(s): Shadow The Hedgehog (Sonic The Hedgehog)

♱ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

♱ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

♱ Image Credits: @schizsou

✮ Shadow doesn’t mark the passage of time like others do, but he remembers everything. He doesn’t say a word about the approaching anniversary—not because he forgot, but because he’s quietly planning. He’s memorized the date, the exact hour he met you, what you were wearing. His memory is infallible. When he finally brings it up, it’s brief and blunt: “Next week. I’m not making plans. I already have.” That’s Shadow’s version of asking you to clear your schedule.

✮ He doesn’t like parties. Too loud. Too many people. Too many eyes. But he crafts something else for the anniversary—a quiet evening in a place that means something. Somewhere sacred to him. The ruins of the ARK, cleaned and stabilized. A room that once overlooked the stars. “I wanted you to see where I began. If you’re going to stay… I want you to know everything.” It’s his version of a vow.

✮ He gives you a gift. Small. Heavy. Made by his hands. It’s a silver pendant, shaped like a Chaos Emerald, etched with your initials and his own. You watch him hand it over with hesitant fingers—he doesn’t look you in the eye as he does. “I didn’t know what to get. But I wanted it to be permanent.”

✮ He has remembered every single thing you’ve said in the past year that made your eyes light up. The scent you liked once in passing. The book you couldn’t find. The city you said you wanted to see under the stars. He stores them away like coordinates, and on your anniversary, he makes sure they all appear in the itinerary. No fuss. No grand declarations. Just: “Put this on. We’re going.”

✮ Shadow’s not good with affection, but he tries. On the anniversary night, he lets his hand stay wrapped around yours longer than usual. He doesn’t flinch when you kiss his cheek. And when you thank him for the day, he replies, voice low and still: “You’re welcome. I… like that you’re still here.” It’s the softest he’s ever sounded.

✮ He’s never forgotten Maria. He never will. But tonight, sitting beside you beneath a half-shattered moon, he quietly admits something he hasn’t told anyone else. “You’re the first person since her… that I’ve let close. You remind me what it’s like to be more than a weapon.” He doesn’t say he loves you. He doesn’t have to.

✮ In combat, he’s more ruthless now than ever. Because he knows you’re waiting for him. He’s started pulling punches less—because to get home safe, he has to make sure the battle ends fast. But he’ll never say it’s for you. He just brushes the blood off his gloves and mutters, “I’m not letting anything delay me tonight.”

✮ You once joked that he’d never make you breakfast. Shadow took it as a challenge. So for your anniversary morning, he somehow learns how to make something close to pancakes. They’re uneven. Slightly burned. He sets the plate down in front of you with his arms crossed, crimson eyes daring you to laugh. “Eat. It took too long to figure out the batter.”

✮ He wears something different. Just this once. Ditches the gloves. Doesn’t let you see him vulnerable often—but on this night, he lets his walls drop just enough. Lets you rest your head against his chest. Lets you hear the faint thrum of energy under his skin, like a heartbeat made of Chaos. “You’re the only one who gets this. The real me.”

✮ At the very end of the night, he speaks the words slowly—like each one is a weapon he’s disarming. “I thought I wasn’t capable of peace. That I didn’t deserve it. But this year has proven otherwise.” A long silence. Then: “Happy anniversary. I won’t ever let it be our last.”

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Never Let You Go (BuckTommy) - 8x15/8x16 coda

Notes: I started writing this right after 8x15, but I just couldn't finish it. Then after 8x16 aired I tweaked some things and kept writing, but I only finished it tonight. This is a Tommy pov that picks up right after 8x15 and goes through to a little after 8x16.

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He would stick around long enough for Eddie to arrive, so that Evan wasn’t alone and so that once he left they could all mourn without him in the way. As much as he admired and held Bobby in esteem, it wasn’t the same for him as it was for the rest of them. They had lost a family member, a mentor, a father, a friend, and a husband. Tommy was an old co-worker, one that hadn’t even kept in touch. 

In the direct aftermath, Evan had taken over. He made sure Hen and Chim were taken to the hospital directly, that the rest of them could leave also. Tommy thought that he had even made a call to the chief somewhere along the way. He let Athena lean on him and then they were all piling into Karen’s car. Ravi, being smaller than him and Evan, wound up sitting between them in the back. No one spoke. No one had words. 

After that, they were at the hospital for hours. 

Tommy supposed that he could have left at any time, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t like the look in Evan’s eyes. The defeat. The grief. The way he was pushing it all down so he could be everyone else’s rock. He saw the way that Maddie clutched at him, her pregnancy so prominent that it did shock Tommy a little because he wasn’t quite sure how far along she was and the last time he saw her, she wasn’t pregnant. It was the outward sign that Tommy had been apart from all of them for months. Tommy saw when May and Harry Grant arrived and how Evan stayed near them even as both kids were more focused on Athena. The kids took her home soon after they arrived and Evan let himself lean into Tommy after they were gone. 

They got back to Evan’s place when the sun was already up, Karen dropping them off even though they could have gotten an Uber. She’d insisted. 

The decision to stay could have almost been excused by not wanting Karen to drive out of her way, but everyone knew it wasn’t that. No one should be alone after…well, after everything…

Athena had left with her kids. Maddie was staying at the hospital with Jee-Yun safe with the Lees. Karen had only left the hospital because of the kids, but there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that she would be back at the hospital as soon as she could be. 

Evan had only left because the hospital was already bending the rules to let Maddie stay with Chim and everyone had reasoned that they weren’t any good just sitting in a hospital waiting room. 

So, Tommy stayed with Evan. 

Evan had broken down in that hallway and Tommy had seen it through a screen, but aside from his red swollen eyes, Evan showed no signs of it. He was sturdy somehow and they barely shared any words as they entered the house. 

They crawled into Evan’s bed and slept for a few hours, though the exhaustion didn’t leave when they woke. 

That was when Evan remembered Eddie and Tommy stayed by his side as Evan called and told him. He held his hand and when the call was done he confirmed that Eddie would be flying out as soon as possible. 

Evan didn’t cry, but he did lean on Tommy. 

A few hours later, Evan informed Tommy that Eddie wouldn’t be coming to LA immediately. It was bad how much that felt like a relief. Tommy had more time to be there for Evan. 

“Maybe next week,” Evan said. 

So, Tommy had until then. 

Evan was proactive and that phone call finished, he started on others. First checking in with May to check on Athena, then a call to Maddie and one to Karen. Tommy made his own call to his Captain. The conversation was short and by the end of it, Tommy was off shift for the rest of the week. Evan told him the 118’s A-shift had the next two weeks off. No one knew when the funeral would be. His body was in the government’s custody. 

The next few days felt like they just spilled into each other. Time ceased to mean much of anything and Tommy just stayed with Evan. He helped him bring in the groceries he ordered and then he watched as Evan started cooking and baking. It seemed to take over everything and Tommy was relegated to putting things in the oven or watching a sauce or measuring cups of flour and separating eggs. 

Evan seemed to be on auto pilot and Tommy had no idea what to do but just to go along with it. 

The group chat kept chiming and there were calls. Eddie called every day. Tommy didn’t speak to him, but he watched Evan talk to him, the way that his shoulders relaxed a bit. Tommy wasn’t going to have much longer of being in Evan’s space, of being the one to wash up the bowls and the trays and to sit Evan and make him eat. 

Then, Eddie told Evan he wasn’t coming yet. To tell him when the funeral was, he would fly out as soon as they knew when it was. Evan just nodded and hid his disappointment. 

“I’ll let you know,” he said and didn’t answer Eddie when he asked him how he was doing. 

Tommy held him every night even if Evan didn’t sleep most nights. If he got an hour here or there, Tommy was glad. A few times he managed to convince him into a nap. 

They took food and baked goods to everyone. No one was alright. Howie looked awful. Hen was recovering but the emotional toll was all over her face. Karen’s eyes were bloodshot. Ravi’s voice shook with emotion. May and Harry were trying to be strong for their mom, but they had lost their step father. No one was okay. Evan tried to be there for all of them in any way he could. Tommy was right at his side, waiting to see him crack. 

It was a bit of a surprise that there were no consequences for any of them following everything even though the government did seem to want to keep custody of Bobby’s body for as long as they possibly could because no one had any idea when a funeral would be held. Tommy sort of felt like that left them all in a kind of grief limbo. 

When Tommy did return to work, a part of him wondered if he should have taken another week to match how long Evan would be out, but Evan told him to go to work. So he did. And then, he returned to Evan’s place. 

A few days after Evan returned to work, his Captain told Tommy about the date of the funeral, how he’d been requested to be a pallbearer as if Tommy deserved a spot among them. 

“His wife wants you there, Tommy.” 

When he mentioned it to Evan, Evan just grasped his hand. “She told me,” he said. “She said…Athena said that Bobby said you were one of his.” 

Eddie told Evan he’d get there for the funeral. 

Tommy was finishing up a shift the morning of, and it felt kind of perfect for him to not be around when Eddie arrived. Tommy felt a tightness around his throat when he thought about how he could pass on Evan’s care. No one could really see the strain in Evan and how much he was hiding behind walls that Tommy hadn’t been aware that Evan could erect. Eddie would though, right? They were best friends…they had that weird non-verbal communication. Eddie would know how to get Evan to finally let go and let himself feel it. 

It did hit Tommy from time to time, then, what had actually happened. Bobby died. Bobby got infected by a super virus and died. Tommy didn’t even realize how much it actually affected him, not when he was busy looking after Evan and making sure that he ate and drank some water and took a few moments to just rest. 

Still, there were moments when the loss hit him. Moments where he remembered that Bobby had always been a good and fair Captain, that Bobby had encouraged Tommy to go after the spot at Harbor, that Bobby had run into him once during one of his first dates with a man and he hadn’t made a big deal about it. Bobby had been good people and it was a real shame for someone like him to go. Tommy had saved him once early on in Bobby’s stint as Captain of the 118 and he remembered Bobby thanking him the next shift, but there had been something in his eyes that made Tommy wonder if Bobby hadn’t wanted to perish in that fire too. 

But he lived. He built the 118 into a family. He met Athena. He married her and they had a life. Bobby lived and it wasn’t fair that it was all cut short, but they all knew the risks their job brought. It almost made Tommy want to cling to Evan because it could have been him so easily and they were — both of them — always at some level of danger. 

There was even a moment when Tommy had sat down on Evan’s couch, where the emotions had just welled up into tears because he had seen it happen on the monitors. Not just the Evan of it all, but Bobby. How he knelt and put his hands together and just let it succumb him. It was not an easy image to shake. 

At the funeral, Tommy wound up next to Gerrard, but he didn’t care because he could reach out to where Evan was. He could keep an eye on him while Eddie stood at his side. Maybe…maybe this was what it was supposed to be like. It kind of tore him up inside a little. 

The whole of it felt horrible despite how much it was supposed to honor Bobby. His legacy. His accomplishments. His sacrifice. 

Afterwards, Athena, May, and Harry flew Bobby to Minnesota. 

“She said she wanted him to be with his kids,” Hen explained. 

Tommy couldn’t even imagine how hard that decision must have been. To lay him down in a whole other state in a cemetery that she wouldn’t be able to visit with any frequency. Yet, there was a beauty and love to it too. He was with his first wife and his kids, where he belonged. 

They all wound up at Evan’s place somehow and Tommy almost felt like he was intruding, but he sat near Evan and stories were being told. He and Hen reminisced about Bobby’s first week. 

Eddie talked about all the ways that Bobby had helped him be a better father. A better person. 

Over the course of the afternoon everyone started leaving. Hen and Karen first and then Maddie and Chim. Ravi following soon after. Tommy felt it…his time was coming up too. Eddie would be staying the night and maybe a few more days before he headed back to Texas.

Evan had already dug out an old air mattress for Eddie and put it in the guest room. 

Tommy had told himself that his part in caring for Evan would be over once Eddie arrived, but instead of his mask coming down further, it was like Evan had rebuilt what he’d let down the moment Eddie arrived. Like whatever grace he had allowed himself to have in his home was suddenly just gone. It was as fascinating as it was sad to watch. 

“He’s taking it well,” Eddie said when Evan was in the bathroom. His fingers played with the label of his beer bottle.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. 

“Not…no, I mean he isn’t as bad as I expected him to be. I thought I’d come back and find him in a worse state making it all about himself. You know how he is.” 

Tommy didn’t know how to respond to that other than anger and he had to bite that back. 

“What do you mean?” Tommy asked. 

“What?” Eddie asked. 

“What did you expect him to be like, Eddie?” 

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “Just, you know, typical Buck. Thinking all of this hits him harder than the rest of us and making us deal with that rather than our own loss. But he’s not like that. It’s good.” 

“Good,” Tommy said and scoffed. 

They heard Evan returning and Tommy pressed his lips together. If Eddie didn’t see the way that Evan was crumbling beneath the walls he’d erected or how he’d pushed himself to help everyone and be there for everyone despite his own feelings then maybe Eddie didn’t know Evan as well as he thought he did — as well as Tommy thought he did. 

Eddie drank some of his beer. Evan returned and Tommy watched him as he moved around them and to the kitchen. He was still organizing things to drop off. Tommy had already told him he’d drive him wherever he needed in the morning, a way to keep himself involved. 

“Did you run out of room in the fridge yet?” Eddie asked. “It looks as bad as it did when you kept showing up with the banana bread. And the walnut bread. And the muffins. And the cookies. And those lemon bars.” 

“Banana bread?” Tommy asked. 

Eddie rolled his eyes fondly. “Yeah, he almost caused a flour shortage. I thought eggs were going to bankrupt him.” 

None of that was making much sense to Tommy because…well, why had Evan been baking prior to Bobby’s death.  

“I guess cooking actual food is probably better than baking,” Eddie said, words trailing off. 

Evan didn’t say a word from the kitchen. Eddie stood up before Tommy could, so he sat back down. They had some kind of whispered conversation and Tommy let himself feel only a little annoyed about that before he reminded himself that he was really only there until he wasn’t needed anymore. Except that, maybe he’d been wrong about how long he would be needed. His plans to go home and sleep in his own bed for once were tenuous as opposed to how sure he’d been before talking to Eddie. 

Eddie turned in first and Tommy saw the way that Evan relaxed a little. 

“Hey, you want to go to bed too?” Tommy asked. 

Evan shook his head. “You can if you want. I…I want to finish this and have them ready for tomorrow. And it’s kind of a mess. Everything’s a mess.” 

He wasn’t wrong. As much as everyone had tried to clean up a bit before they left, nothing was at the state that Evan would have kept it in. So, Tommy started cleaning. He picked up stray bottles and plumped up pillows. He wiped down the dining room table and pushed the chairs in. He vacuumed the space too for good measure and then went back to the kitchen. 

Evan wasn’t cooking anymore. He was wrapping and stuffing things in his fridge. The sink was overflowing with plates and bowls and pots and pans. Tommy tackled that next. He was almost done drying the last of the dishes when Evan’s arms wrapped around his middle from behind. 

“Thank you,” he said, voice gentle. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Evan didn’t linger long, letting Tommy go and leaving him just a bit cold. 

Evan had managed to get everything in the fridge. Together they finished putting the kitchen to rights and then it was like Evan could finally just stop. He stood in the middle of the kitchen and he looked beautiful only because he couldn’t look any other way, but a shroud of sadness sat upon him and Tommy knew nothing could take it away. 

“You know, you don’t have to be strong around me,” Tommy said. “I know Bobby meant a lot to you. I know you loved him like a father. Don’t hide how hard this actually is.” 

Evan let out a breath. “You mean, make it about myself? He said…Bobby said I had to be here for them — that…that they were going to need me. He said I’d be okay.” 

“Evan,” Tommy said. And there was no doubt that he’d heard what Eddie had said earlier. 

Evan motioned for him and they went outside. The yard wasn’t big, but the night was clear and the moon hung, just a crescent sliver, but still bright. 

“When Eddie told me he was leaving,” Evan said, “I took it really hard. Not…not because I didn’t think he should go and make things better with Chris. I just, I knew everything was going to be different and I adopted a dog and then it turned out the dog had owners and then Maddie was kidnapped. Now Bobby’s—”

Evan rubbed a hand over his face. Tommy gave him a moment. Evan didn’t look at him, he stared straight out. 

“The only reason I moved in here was to make up for how I accidentally but maybe on purpose scared anyone that could have sublet it instead. I, uh, I should have mentioned that. It wasn’t because I was waiting for him to come back or whatever went through your head. The point is, I made Eddie moving harder on everyone because of how I felt and how upset I was and now—”

“This is so different, Evan. And Eddie leaving was about you too and so is Bobby’s death. It affects you just like everyone else and you don’t have to be so strong. Everyone will understand.” 

“Bobby said I’d be okay.” 

“Yeah, Sweetheart, you will be, but that doesn’t have to be today. Or tomorrow. Or in a week. Or in a month. Or in a year.” 

Evan let out a strangled sob and he reached for Tommy, but Tommy was already reaching back. Evan leaned heavily against him, sobs pouring out of him muffled into Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy rubbed his hand over his back and he tried to swallow his own tears, but then…no, if he was telling Evan to let go then he should too. 

So they cried together under the night sky. 

It felt more cathartic than anything. 

When Evan had quieted down a bit and pulled his face away. “Sorry for—”

“Nothing to be sorry for, Evan,” Tommy said and he wiped at his own eyes and cheeks. 

Evan sniffled. “Are you…will you stay?” 

“Of course.”

He didn’t add that he could stay forever, that he wanted to stay forever. 

When a while later, he and Evan got into Evan’s bed together and Evan placed his head on Tommy’s chest, Tommy kissed the top of his head. 

“Tommy,” Evan said, voice small. 

“Yeah?” 

“Thanks for being here. For coming that day and for staying.”

“Always.” 

Evan kissed his chest. “He told me he loved me,” he whispered. “Bobby, I mean. I didn’t say it back.” 

“He knew, Evan.” 

“Yeah, I think so too,” Evan said. “I still wish I’d said it. I guess I’ve never been good at saying the right thing at the right time especially when it matters.”

It was the wrong time to even begin to consider what that meant for them, but it was just enough to give Tommy the reassurance that he needed and that Evan had somehow known he needed. 

Evan didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t fall asleep for a while. Tommy held him and knew that it was enough at least for a little while to just be there together and that even if there was some sort of time limit to how long he could have the privilege to be there for Evan, he was the one that got to do it. Not Eddie and certainly not anyone else.

In a few days, or even a few weeks, they would talk about all the unsaid things, but at the moment they didn’t need to. Evan’s hand was grasped onto his shirt and his head was burrowed under his chin and his breaths were starting to even out into sleep so Tommy let himself drift off too. 

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Covenant

Choi Seunghyun x AFAB! Reader x G-Dragon Synopsis: Things end. Things begin. Sometimes things reconnect. Warnings: SMUT, fingering, unprotected p in v (Plz be safe), oral (both receiving) angst, fluff A/N: Part 8 has arrived! Please comment if you'd like to be added to my taglist! Thank you for your patience. Shout out to my girl @breakmeoff for your help and inspiration on my writing. I def couldn't have done it without you and I genuinely am so proud of you, boo. Can't wait for part 4 of your Chan fic! 😘 Part 7 🎞Please silence your phones, grab some popcorn🍿 and your favorite blanket, get comfy, and do thoroughly enjoy the chapter! 💜💜

Seunghyun watches you disappear inside, but the frustration in him bubbles to a point of action. He exits the car, following in behind you.

“Y/n!” He raises his voice. You stop dead in your tracks, not daring to turn around to face him.

“We aren’t done talking about this,” he says as he catches up to you.

“Yeah, we really fucking are. Go. Home.” Your eyes cut at him; his adrenaline is pumping.

“Y/n,” he tries to pull you close, but you yank yourself away from him. You turn on your heels to walk to the elevator. He follows after you. You push the close door button on the elevator, you know the one that never seems to work, and just as you think you’re home free, Seunghyun slips into the elevator.

“I want to be with you.”

You scoff at his words with a sarcastic smile and roll of your eyes.

“Why is that funny?” The elevator opens to an elderly couple. The poor woman is slow, using a walker to help her into the small space. You notice, what you assume to be, her husband and how he looks at her. It’s similar to how you’ve caught Jiyong looking at you. The care and patience he has for his lady as she makes her way in stirs your heart and your already heightened emotions.

The sight warms your heart. It’s what you had hoped for. What you had wanted when you were little. Patience, kindness, understanding and love.

Love.

You watch as the elderly gentleman places a sweet kiss onto the woman’s temple, the sight daring tears to come up. You peer over at Seunghyun who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You turn away and only then does he see what you seen. The kindness, gentleness and patience he displays with his lady.

The elevator dings and you walk out quickly fishing out your hotel key card.

“Go home,” you demand of Seunghyun.

“Not until we actually talk.” He says simply. The door unlocks and you both walk in to see Jiyong sitting on the bed.

“Hey-oh,” he says surprised to see his best friend. Seunghyun huffs.

“Ji, can we have a minute?” Jiyong looks to you.

“We don’t need a minute because you are leaving.”

“What the hell, y/n, you promised!” He raises his voice in frustration.

“Yeah, so did you. For better or worse. Sickness and in health.” You mock rolling your eyes. You fling yourself into Jiyong who holds onto you, looking up at his best friend.

“I’m not going to stop fighting for you, y/n,” he says. You cling to Jiyong even tighter after the words leave his mouth.

You hear the door shut behind him and once it does, your cries intensify.

“Maybe you should talk to him, jagi.” He whispers. You peer at him, your eyes obviously angry.

“I have nothing to say to him.”

-

Seunghyun walks into the house, Hae readily greeting him with a glass of wine.

“Baby, how was the funeral? Is the bitch in the ground now?”

“Watch your fucking mouth, that was my sister in law!” he snaps. Hae looks taken aback.

“You do remember it’s me you love, right?”

“When have I ever said I loved you?” Seunghyun asks as he takes a sip of wine. She scoffs with a roll of her eyes.

“You’ve had a long day so I’ll let that one slide.” She sets down her glass.

“Come on, let’s get in the shower, wash the stress of the day off.” She smirks.

Seunghyun allows her to pull him with her to the bathroom. She strips turning on the shower, Seunghyun begins to feel numb. He begins to feel like he’s missing something.

“Ok, I guess I’ll help,” she says breaking him from his thoughts.

“No, don’t touch me, I’ve got it,” he says stepping away from her.

“Ok,” she backs off and slips into the shower under the warm water. Seunghyun steps in behind her, the steam from the room overwhelming.

“I missed you today,” she says as she runs her hands along his chest, his muscles taut under her touch. He’s looking off to the side, distracted.

“Seunghyun,” she moves his face to look at her, the water cascading down her body. She runs her hands down it, trying to capture his attention, but quickly realizes she’s getting no reaction.

“Nothing? Are you serious?” She asks as she looks down at his flaccid member.

“Hmm?” He looks to her, visibly confused as to what is happening.

“Oh my god, you’re thinking about her?” she gasps.

“Hae,” he sighs scrubbing a hand down his face, as a slight shiver runs down his spine. He politely pushes his way to the water.

“I can’t believe you,” she complains.

“You’re actually thinking about some other woman.” She scoffs once more.

“What did you actually think was between us, huh? Some kind of actual romance that would lead to marriage and kids? A life where we’re happy together? Growing fat and old together?” His tone is sharp, cutting,

“Psh, kids? Ruining this body? I don’t think so.” He rolls his eyes as he grabs the soap.

“Hae, you’re fun, but nothing serious was ever going to be between us.”

“You don’t mean that,”

“Yeah, I do.” He lets the water run over his body again.

“And why the hell did you tell Y/n your name is on the deed. This is my house and you know it! You don’t have a damn thing to do with it.”

“Seunghyun I swear if you leave me for that bitch I’ll tell everyone the truth.” She tries to bargain.

“Do whatever you want, Hae. She’s done with me anyway.”

“Good, then we can get back to our lives,” she goes to rub his wet strong shoulders but he shrugs her off.

“No, I’m done with you. Thanks for the fun but it’s time to get the fuck out of my house.” Her mouth hangs open.

“You’ll regret doing this to me, Seunghyun. I swear if it’s the last thing I do I’ll fucking ruin you.” She steps out of the shower and dries off. She walks out of the bathroom slamming the door shut behind her. The pressure and stress of the last couple days hangs over Seunghyun like a weight. His eyes fill with tears, tears that he lets flow freely in the comfort of his own shower.

He never thought he’d see the day where you had so much power over him.

He misses you.

-

Back at the hotel you’re cuddled up in bed with Jiyong, a movie playing but you aren’t watching. You’ve been in and out of sleep for the last few minutes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What good would it do? Our next step is obvious, divorce.”

“Is that what he wants?” Jiyong asks slowly.

“It’s what I want, and quite frankly what he wants doesn’t matter to me. He’s got Hae who lives with him and sleeps with him and does whatever else with him. He doesn’t need me. Hell, until last week he didn’t even care about me.” You huff.

“And yet you feel conflicted,” he mumbles and you sit up off him to look at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Y/n, I’m not faulting you for it, but it’s obvious. You say you’re done, but if you were, you wouldn’t get so worked up over it. You’d be indifferent. You wouldn’t care.”

The pang of hurt is in your chest, and you know Jiyong can see it. If he couldn’t, he wouldn’t have called you out about it.

“It’s only natural that you do,” he assures you.

“No, I don’t,”

“Y/n you’ve spent most of your time with him the last year and a half,” he sympathizes.

“Jiyong, I don’t care anymore. I’m so exhausted.” Your head falls into your soft hands.

“Y/n, baby, I know you’re tired, but don’t shut him out.” He wraps his arms around you.

“Why the hell are you advocating for him? He’s the one who thought you would blab his big secret.”

“I know, but emotions were high.”

“So, he can just insult your character.”

“I didn’t say it was right, but he’s my brother. I’m going to forgive him.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” you mumble.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls back and places a delicate kiss on your sweet lips.

-

Seunghyun is lounging in his chair in the living room, his first bottle of wine is done and the second has just been opened. The house is quiet, Hae packed her things and disappeared, at least for now. He look around the home, how still and lifeless it really is. He finds himself missing the comfort of knowing you were sleeping upstairs.

He picks up the phone, no missed calls or texts. His chest stings. You hadn’t thought of him. There’s no way you did. Not after what you knew. Not after what Hae told you.

Still, he tries to call you anyway.

-

You hear your phone buzzing on the table.

“It’s him,” Jiyong says as he hands it to you.

“What do I do?”

“Answer it,” he encourages. You take a deep breath, heart hammering in your chest as your anxiety heightens.

“I’m right here,” Jiyong reaches over and rests a reassuring hand on your leg.

“H-Hello?” your voice is weak as Jiyong takes your hand, placing a delicate kiss on the back of it.

“Y/n, don’t hang up,” he slurs.

“Seung? Are you ok?” your voice turns frantic when you hear his state.

“I’m sorry,” he tries to say but it’s hard to understand him.

“What, Seunghyun where are you?”

“Home,” he giggles as he takes another drink but he tips the glass too far back and spills it on himself.

“Ahh, damn it!” He shouts into the phone causing you to jump. Jiyong looks at you concerned.

“Are you ok?” He doesn’t answer, all you can hear is distant grumbling and something about a “fucking broken glass.”

“I feel like I should check on him.” You chew on your bottom lip and Jiyong gets up, grabbing his car keys.

“Let’s go.”

-

The two of you pull out of the parking lot, a couple people have their phones out and while you know you’ll pay for it later, the only thing that matters right now is checking on Seunghyun. Even if you do still want to divorce him.

You arrive at his house, using your key and walk in to find him passed out on the floor. You look to Jiyong who shuts the door behind him and helps you pick him up.

“Bed?”

“No, the shower, cold water should wake him up.” You two struggle to carry the rather tall man to the bathroom, but with strength and determination, you get it done. You turn the shower on, ice cold water pelting Seunghyun’s skin. He shakes his head before raising up, discombobulated and confused.

“What the, turn that shit off, fuck it’s freezing!” He yells and tries to stand up, Jiyong helping him as you turn the water off.

He gets his senses about him, his eyes widening when he realizes you’re actually there.

He goes silent.

Embarrassed.

Ashamed.

Clueless really.

“I’m fine,” he says as he looks down at his now soaked pj’s.

“No, you aren’t, you called me drunk then something broke and I was worried about you, and,” You stop as you realize you let the quiet part leak out.

Jiyong was right, you do care.

“Fuck me,” you scoff at yourself in disbelief. You walk out of the bathroom as the realization hits you. Even after all the bullshit. You still care.

“I’m going to grab you some clothes,” Jiyong pats his friend on the back. Your standing in the kitchen when Jiyong pops his head in.

“You ok?” He asks before seeing your frustrated look.

“Damn it, Ji.” You giggle humorlessly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even be here.” You shake your head.

“Y/n, have you stopped to notice who isn’t?” Jiyong trails off. He reaches out his hand, and you lace your fingers together. He walks you into the only bedroom downstairs to get Seunghyun’s clothes.

You look around and Jiyong motions to the room.

“Really look.” You begin to do so, not sure what it is at first, but it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Hae isn’t here,” you whisper.

“No clothes, no shoes, no perfumes, nothing.” He adds as he picks out a shirt and sweats.

“It’s like she was never here,” he muses.

“And yet she was because I could hear them almost every night I was.” Jiyong purses his lips, knowing you have a point. Seunghyun changes as you and Jiyong wait on the couch. He walks out slowly, still a little buzzed from the wine. He looks down at the two of you before a plastic smile stretches across his face.

“You don’t need to be here, I’m fine,” he says as he walks to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine.

You get up to meet him at the island. You notice he’s sweeping up the broken glass.

“Careful,” he says noting your now bare feet. He gently pushes you back, his hands sending a spark through your body. Your breath hitches at the feeling.

Damn it.

You watch as he finishes up one last sweep.

“You are completely infuriating.” You mumble as you look up at him.

“What?”

“I should fucking hate you, I shouldn’t even care and yet here I am, concerned about you after the day I’ve had. Not to sound selfish, but it should be about me and my feelings. Not you and your fucking problems. Not about us and our shit.” You take a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.

“You’re right, I never should’ve called.” He says.

“I’m sorry.”

“You really shouldn’t of,” you grumble, “But I’m glad you’re ok.” He purses his lips, not meeting your eye contact.

“I’m going to give you guys some time to talk,” Jiyong rubs the back of his neck.

“She doesn’t want to talk to me, so you guys can go back to your hotel room. I’m sorry I bothered you.” Seunghyun grabs the bottle off the table and steps off into his room.

“Jiyong,” you say before he presses a sweet, passionate kiss to your lips.

“Go, I’ll pick you up whenever you’re ready.” He smiles.

“How are you ok with this?”

“Now’s not the time. We’ll talk too, ok?” He hugs you tight. Your arms wrap around his neck, not having him with you is like losing a safety blanket. You’re exposed. Vulnerable. Raw.

You say goodbye before going to knock on Seunghyun’s door.

“Can I come in?” you ask through the door.

“Sure,” you hear him say. You slowly creep the door open, he’s laying on the bed, legs sprawled, sweatpants hanging low on his hips and no t shirt. The tv is on and a bed side lamp casts a faint golden glow to the room. While his eyes are on the TV, he’s not really paying attention, he barely hears it over the hammering in his chest.

You slowly pad over to the bed, hesitating to see what he’ll do.

Nothing.

He feels the mattress dip and casts his gaze to you. Neither of you talk at first, silence settling between you; the one thing you know like the back of your hand.

You finally get the courage up to speak.

“Where’s Hae,” You don’t look at each other only at the tv.

“I dunno,” he says before taking a sip of wine.

“You want some?” he offers you the glass and you don’t hesitate.

“Please,” you say as you take it from his hand. The liquid goes down smooth, it’s not too sweet, not too bitter. Just right. You look over noticing the bottle.

T Spot.

“This a new one?” you ask raising the glass a little.

“Yeah, we haven’t put it out yet,” he still won’t meet your gaze. You finish the small amount left in the glass before turning your body to face him.

He mimics your actions. Both of you just take a moment to look at each other.

“How are you?” he asks quietly, voice barely above a whisper. You purse your lips.

“Overwhelmed. Confused. Hurt.” You raise your brows as your eyes flit to the wall behind him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He wants to move toward you, hold you, but he doesn’t. He stays still.

“I don’t know what to say,” he mumbles. You look at him, studying his nervous demeanor.

“What the hell happened today? The reporters, fans? What was that?”

“I have no idea. Y/n, I swear I didn’t tell anyone but my team and they knew not to call anyone.” He takes your hands in his, his eyes communicating sincerity.

“I wouldn’t do that to you. Regardless of what we were going through I wouldn’t call them and betray you that way.”

“Then how did they know? The only people who knew were you, Ji, Yongbae, Daesung and your team.”

That’s when it hits you.

“I guess I have your sister to thank for dying. She’s giving me my man back.”

You gasp.

“Hae,” you whisper. Seunghyun’s eyes go wide as he remembers telling her everything that first night.

“She even came and rubbed it in my face! Told me that this was your way out, that the company could use this and the two of you would be together, oh my gosh how did I not see this!” You smack your hand to your forehead.

“Wait, she said that to you? Why didn’t you tell me?” You avoid his gaze.

“I thought she was right.”

“When was this?”

“The night before we went to look at caskets.” Seunghyun sighs.

“Y/n you should’ve told me she talked to you. I would’ve at least tried to straighten it out.” His hand tentatively comes up to cup your cheek. You don’t lean into it, but you don’t lean away.

“Did you ever feel anything for her?”

“No, she was fun, a good stress reliver, but nothing more than that. I swear.” His voice is steady, but pleading with you to believe him.

“I swear to you, I don’t want her.”

“What do you want?”

“What I wanted that night I had enough liquid courage to say it.”

You look between his eyes.

“You.” He whispers. He tests you, his hands tugging on your arms to pull you into his lap.

“I won’t let her hurt you ever again. I swear it. Baby if I had known,” he sighs.

“Baby?” you question.

“Is that ok?”

“I don’t know.”

He nods in response and his hands rest on your sides as you look at each other.

“I still want us to have a chance,” he whispers after a beat of silence. You close your eyes, resting your forehead against his.

“I still care about you,” you admit, brushing your nose against his.

“Those things you said about me,”

“Jagi, I was in a bad place, I didn’t give you a fair shot. You aren’t a pain in my ass, you aren’t annoying, and at the time both of us were in this to use each other.”

“What changed your mind,” your breath hits his lips and he shutters.

“I don’t know. It wasn’t a thing where one moment I hated you and the next I didn’t. It was gradual, but I had a hard time believing it. Because I knew you deserved better than me.” His hands are cupping your face, his thumbs rubbing circles into your cheeks.

“That night I heard you, in the bathroom at the airbnb,” he begins and you blush, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, but I knew you hated me and I wouldn’t force it. I was cold because you deserved better. So, when the time came and I had to let you go, you could move on and I could let you go as easily as possible.” He takes a breath; your eyes are closed as you listen to him.

“But then you kept trying.” He laughs to himself with a soft smile.

“That jacket, the letter from a fan,” he smiles nostalgically, “You didn’t have to do that. And I realized that no matter how cold I was, you were willing to try. And I knew you were good for me, not just my image, but me as a person. Y/n I’m better with you in so many ways. I perform better when I know you’re watching me, I think better when you’re around. I’m a better person. Because you make me want to be one. Somone you can be proud of. Someone you can be happy, elated, to be seen with in public. I know it’s not been easy but I swear to you I’m trying.” He exhales shakily as the words settle between you.

“Hae is gone? She isn’t coming back?” Your voice cracks slightly.

“Hae who?” he asks playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Before any other thought can enter your head, your lips crash to his, deep and slow at first, testing the waters. Seunghyun’s fingers contract against your plush hips. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as your mouth opens, allowing his tongue to explore.

Soft moans are swallowed between you; your hands tangle in his dark locks as he pulls your body flush against his.

“I want you,” you breathe against him, heat rushing your body. His hands go to the hem of your shirt as your hips grind down against him. He groans into your mouth and slowly raises it. You break away, taking a moment to catch your breath as he removes your shirt, your breast displayed before him bare.

He kisses your lips again, hands running up and down your sides. He moves his lips to your jaw line, peppering open mouthed kisses to it as he works his way down your neck, nipping and biting. His tongue flicks out, licking a stripe up your neck. A soft whimper spills out from your throat. His hands are slightly rough against your skin as they explore every inch of your nude top half. His thumbs brush over your hard buds, a small gasp leaves your lips as he brushes them.

“Feel good?” His voice is low, slightly teasing.

“Mhm,” is all you can say as he does it again, your head sloping back. His mouth connects with your left bud, swirling his tongue around it. Another moan escapes your lips as you force your head back up to look down at him. His eyes are closed, not a single thought in his head except for one.

To please you.

Your nails lightly scratch his scalp.

“Mmf, so good,” you pant as your hips grind down onto his already hard cock. You blush slightly.

“Getting me off making you hard, baby?” You whisper to him and he groans against you. His mouth releases you before giving the same treatment to the other side.

“Fuck you’re gonna feel so good inside me,” you moan. His hips buck upwards causing you to smile.

“Someone’s eager,” you tease before he’s pushing you backwards, your head close to the end of his bed. He kisses down your sternum, tongue coming out to lick as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your skin. You watch as he descends lower to your sleep pants. He peppers kisses like he’s worshipping your body just above your waist band.

His eyes flit to yours, silently asking permission and you nod, your lower lip drawn between your teeth. He slips them off easily as you lift your hips up. He kisses up your leg, taking his time, savoring the moment as you watch.

He settles between your legs, thighs being praised by his lips and tongue, low moans falling from his lips. You can feel the pulse in your core, wet, warm and needy. You can feel it pulsate at the anticipation.

He spreads your folds with his index and middle finger, tongue lightly lapping up some of your arousal. Your eyes flutter closed before you feel him hook his arms around your thighs, bending them back just enough to open your core up to him.

“Fuck you’re so pretty,” he groans before his tongue licks a stripe up your dripping cunt.

“Fuck,” you breathe out. His tongue dances around your clit, like a man who knows exactly how to get you off; as if he’s known your body his whole life. His tongue swirls, licks, and flicks over your bundle of nerves causing your hips to buck against his face.

“Oh, shit,” you breathe out. Your heart starts to beat faster, heat flashing to your body.

Seunghyun’s hips rut into the bed, the friction causing him to growl, sending little vibrations into your core. Whimpers fall from your lips left and right as his tongue continues to circle your bud.

“Fuck, I need you,” you moan out. Seunghyun’s too far gone to give you just one release. He tests your tight hole with one finger, quickly adding a second, curling them up to hit that sweet spot that makes your toes curl and body go rigid with pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” you gasp out as your hips start to roll with his thrusts and Seunghyun takes that as a challenge to finger you faster.

You’re a writhing mess beneath him and he loves every single bit of it. He watches your body as it arches off the bed, the sight alone should be photographed and hung in his bedroom. He feels your gummy walls clamp around his fingers more and more.

“I’m close,” you groan as he hits it harder, with only a few more pumps your walls clench his fingers and your muscles go stiff, back arching once more as he pumps his fingers slowly, helping you ride out the release he’s been dreaming of giving you.

He watches as your body lowers itself back onto the mattress, your chest heaving up and down.

“Fuck that was amazing,” you breathe out, the ceiling being your only focal point. Seunghyun drags his fingers out of you slowly, his lips kiss your clit softly, causing your legs to slightly shake.

He kisses your pelvis and your stomach, kissing his way up to your lips. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste what he did and you moan.

“Lay back,” you mumble against his lips. He climbs off you, resting his back against the pillows lining the headboard.

You straddle his waist, kissing his lips first, moving down to his jaw, grazing your teeth against it, causing him to chuckle at your teasing.

Your lips move to leave an open-mouthed kiss just blow his ear, a low moan leaving his throat. He can feel you smirk against his skin.

You continue your assault on his body, kissing down his chest, tongue brushing over each nipple as he hisses at the pleasure. You kiss down his navel, his happy trail meeting your lips as your fingers hook into his sweat pants and boxer. He lifts his hips up, allowing you to pull them down. You watch as he springs free, hard and leaking.

You lick your lip subconsciously.

“Come on, baby, it doesn’t bite.”

“But I do,” you tease as you wrap your fingers around the warm flesh. You teasingly place a kiss to the head. Your run your lips down the side, looking up at Seunghyun who gulps when your eyes meet. His mouth falls open slightly at the feeling of your wide, wet tongue ghosting over the underside of it.

“Fuck,” he breathes. You smirk to yourself, licking a fat wet stripe up him before smiling innocently, slowly pumping your hand on his cock.

“You fucking tease,” he hisses as his head hits the headboard of the bed.

“You want me to stop?” You ask innocently as your hang unwraps itself from around him.

His eyes fly open and he shoots you an apologetic look.

“Or maybe, maybe I should edge you. Make you work for it,” you smirk just before wrapping your lips around his head, tongue swirling causing him to grab the sheets beneath him.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps as your head lowers. Its deep, from the back of his throat. Your head bobs up and down, slowly but surely making sure to take all of him in, your nose hitting his pelvic bone, a slight choke can be heard as you force yourself down.

Seunghyun feels his own heart rate increase, flashes of heat spring to his body. His hips lift off the bed, a bit of a surprise before you force them down with your hands.

“Fuck, y/n,” the way he says your name has a pulse returning to your core, causing you to rub your thighs together. But it’s not enough, as you pick up the pace with your you mouth, hallowing out your cheeks, you reach down and touch yourself, causing a moan to erupt, thus pulling Seunghyun’s hips up once again from the bed.

He opens his eyes to see yours closed and an arm visibly molded down the center of your body.

“Fuck,” he whimpers out at the sight. You’re too lost in your own pleasure to care or look up.

“Come here,” he pants and you open your eyes. He pulls you to him, kissing your lips rough, teeth, tongue and lips all at once, it’s a wonder no one lost the tip of their tongue.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” he pants and you position your hips. He helps you sink down, your mouth falling open as you gasp at the full feeling, the stretch hurting in such a good way. Your head falls to his shoulder for a moment while you adjust to his size. He strokes your hair lovingly before he feels your hips begin to rock and he smiles kissing the side of your head.

Small whimpers are poured into the crook of his neck as your body responds quickly, walls beginning to clench around him. You pepper kisses to the base of his neck, sweat lacing his skin.

“Fuck,” you let out a broken whimper as your hips begin to move faster.

“Let me help you,” he whispers before holding your hips up, his feet splaying out in front of him and his hips thrusting upwards.

Your mouth hangs open even further as your brows knit together.

“Fuck,” you drag out as your voice bounces from the velocity of his thrusts. Seunghyun grunts as both of you feel the coil in your stomach beginning to heat up.

“Oh god,” you rest your forehead against his as your breathing turns into panting, both of you feeling the euphoria on its brink.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper as your eyes shut.

“Hold it, just another second,” he grunts again as his hips move incredibly faster, skin slapping skin as he hits your sweet spot as hard as he can every time, causing pleasure to override your senses, the only thing you can feel is the white-hot intensity of your orgasm building. Seunghyun can feel it in the way you clamp down on him.

“Fuck, cum for me,” he moans out, and with another thrust your orgasm bursts. Your body shakes, your toes curl and your eyes are screwed so tight they hurt. Your mouth hangs open as the over whelming pleasure rides in, forcing you to go rigid at how powerful it is. Within seconds Seunghyun’s own orgasm is following, filling you up with his own seed. His body goes still, holding you up as you take every last drop of it.

Both of you pant, foreheads resting together as your body are held together as one. Covered in sweat, raw emotion visible.

“I love you,” he whispers as he looks into your eyes.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, both of you finally admitting it to yourselves.

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Owen realized he had misspoken a bit too late. "Hey!" He was probably just going to end up putting his foot in his mouth now but he didn't want the misconstrued thought to occupy her mind for too long. "I meant excluding you. You have much better taste than that. Much better." He listened, smiling in amusement when she questioned Sasha's judgment. "Well, according to you, at least half a dozen women have poor judgment calls when it comes to asking me out." It was years of women showing interest in him. Some kissing here and there but never with Abby nearby.

Not that he felt guilty for giving in during weak moments... He was only human after all. It was the thought of hurting Abby that stopped him from ever pursuing another woman. Another reason he never let it get further than kissing because his heart just wasn't in it. A few only sought a friends-with-benefits sort of thing with him while other mentioned a future, possibly with kids. The mention of having children would leave him on the verge of a panic attack and he'd immediately quash the idea, said it wasn't for him. At least that reaction didn't send them running.

There were those who didn't want to bring kids into the world given its state then there were others who wanted the whole package in life. Catalina Island was a safe place to raise a family. A great place, in fact. Owen had gotten better with kids over the years, mentoring teenagers and taking the time to play with the younger population whenever he was having a rough day and needed a boost. One innocent smile or laugh was enough to chase his worries away for a while. Maybe it was contradictive—how he was good with kids and at the same time being utterly terrified of having one of his own.

Was it normal for guys to fly into a panic when a potential partner mentioned children? Deep down, Owen knew it was his trauma speaking. What he never wanted to face again. What he left buried six feet underground in Seattle just outside of the aquarium. Was it like Abby's irrational fear of heights...? he wondered at one point in time. Could he ever overcome his own fear without wanting to down a bottle of booze or self-destruct in some other way? Perhaps it was his punishment for how he'd treated Mel, especially during their last conversation...

His breath hitched as Abby practically nestled their hands against her body. Then he released it in a quiet sigh, a feeling of peace blanketing him moments later. It was very... comforting. It made him remember how he was the big spoon the last time they'd slept together and how she wordlessly pulled his arms around her, hand holding tight to the larger one that had found home on her hip. He'd been careful not to touch her wrists because of the rope burns.

He should have cherished that night more. Shouldn't have taken things for granted.

"I knew you were hungry but not that hungry," Owen joked weakly, more so to calm his nerves at the emotional response holding her hand brought on than finding humor in her comment.

It’s easy to tell there’s a storm going on in that head of his. It’s obvious in the way he carries himself. Whether they’re good or bad thoughts, she’s unsure of. But if she knows Owen, they’re not lacking in depth. He’s thoughtful, sometimes to his own detriment but it’s something that she would never, ever consider a negative about him. In fact, it’s one of the things she admires about him most. Whatever was on his mind, maybe they would talk about it later. Or maybe not. There was no guarantee that after a shower and a full belly she would be capable of anything more than the most basic of functions like keeping her eyes open to watch a movie without drifting off. Even that was questionable at this point but she would do her very best.

Her head lulls to the side and very matter of factly, she continues speaking “You’re right. Probably all of them.” Abby was a Firefly. And Abby was a female. That would put her in that category but there was no way she would ever have gone down that road which is why she felt comfortable enough to joke with him about it. Owen knew her better. It was the sort of familiarity that came from knowing someone almost as much as you knew yourself. The kind of familiarity that came with growing up with someone. And unfortunately the kind of familiarity that came from going through unimaginable trauma with them. Factor in they checked all 3 of those boxes and they were bonded for life.

There’s the slightest pang of jealousy that surges through Abby at the mention of Sasha but it quickly dissipates. She had no reason to be jealous. Not because she could anticipate what Owen’s response had been but because she had no right to be jealous. They weren’t together. He had every right to go out with whoever he wanted. Didn’t mean she had to like it. “Yeah? I take back what I said about her being capable, really going to have to question her judgment on that one.” And there was the normal Abby again, brushing off the thought of him actually being with someone else. You didn’t have to say no. It’s a fleeting thought but she quickly pushes it away.

There’s no flinch or startle as their hands come together and her fingers curl to hold onto his hand with a firm but relaxed grip. “You’re lucky you’re you. And bold of you to give me your hand after I tell you how hungry I am,” she mumbled. Her actions don’t match her words as she moves to pull his hand closer to her in what’s almost a subconscious reflex. Admittedly she surprises herself a bit but she doesn’t second guess herself. Some people find comfort in places, in food. Abby finds comfort in Owen and the simple gesture is one that fills her with a calmness that has been severely lacking for such a long time.

[kit-williams]

Salamander Babysitter anon is giving me thoughts so want to share them.

It was a desperate stupid thing. But you didn't have much of a choice. You didn't. Not when you needed the job to keep a roof over your baby's head and food on the table. Ar least you knew your baby would be safe and well cared forwith the Salamander. Even if... Damn your asshole manager threatening to fire you if you didn't come in to cover on your day off.

Hirom craddled the tiny infant to his chest, cooing and crooning to his bonded, bairly three weeks old. The little one's, no, his little one's mother, smelling of exaution and desperation had beged him to watch her child while she was called into work. She'd been young herself, not fully recovered from delivery by her smell, dressed in the uniform of a fast food worker. She'd given quick instructions and exchanged numbers when she'd let him into her small apartment and shuffled towards her rundown vehicle. The infant sleeping fitfully in his arms

Inspecting the two rooms, cubby of a kitchen and a toilet left him pensive. Everything was to standards of cleanliness. A simple thing with so little furnishings wouldn't be hard to keep clean. The front room comtained a futon with matress so flat Hirom doubted coukd be comfortable even for a baseline inspite of theblanket and cushions tosed over top. A folding table with a pair of mismatched chairs and a stack of libary books were it's sole companions. The bedroom was equaly spartan. The top of a dresser served double duty as a changing table. It held the barest nessities for both parent and child. The batterd but still functional foldimg crib kept company with matress on the floor.

The kitchen contained adequate suplies for the infant Hirom mused but scant rations for the mother. The baseline, hardly more than a child herself, was clearly sacrificing for the sake of her child. The situation held complexities.

Ten and a half agonizing hours later you texted Hirom to let him know you were on the way home. Not cause your shift was over but because your dickwad of an ex trashed your car in the parking lot then jumped the counter to punch you in the face. And almost being fired because of said ex. Not to mention talking to the police and Throne you were tired. Yoy didn't have the energy to panic if your child woukd still be there when you got there. At least your place was in walking distance. Halfway there the heavens opened.

Hirom sat in the living room torn between gazing in adoration at his bonded and annoyance at their mother's tardiness. Keys in the door heralded her arival. His sharp words died unspoken when the girl squelched into the apartment shivering, soaked to the skin, left eye blackened and nearly swolen shut. Hirom caught her as she lost her balance. The baseline was trembling so hard from cold and exhaustion she could bairly stand. She mumbled incoherently about her baby as she passed out in his arms. The Astartes made his decision.

(Um so aparently got posessed by the muse of hurt/comfort)

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @felinisnoctis @riokunova

@superunkn0wn @bookandyarndragon

The Salamanders were always careful to cover their tracks. Out of all the chapters that were there... there was hardly any suspicion of them. And yet they were the cause for the most missing children posters... stolen in the night. Disappearing into the bowels of their bases... hiding with their kin until their mercy was begged for. Hirom gave her little choice as he made his declaration much to her tired horror but she was so tired that all she could do was cry. Hirom comforted her equally... purring loudly to soothe her. He messaged his brothers and it would only take them a few hours to move everything.

She tries to argue about the broken lease costs and he simply hushes her... her job, again she is gently hushed... her life? What life? He simply pries and that causes her to weep again. He trilled happily as she did not resist this rescue though some could see it as the Drake stealing away the maiden. She was too tired to fight it... too tired to argue as her eyes close again listening to him purr...

She wakes up in a different room in a comfortable bed... to a new life to something out of her control but what control did she have it was all falling apart any way. Hirom is pleased to have his bonded in a safe and happier place... his bonded's mother will have time to rest and hide from the world. Here is the safest place on ancient terra... in the liar of the Dragons as part of their hoard... as part of their family.

[avonne-writes]

you’ve said previously that Georgia never had any rules where Bucky had to keep his door open when gale was over and they were allowed sleepovers.

do they have the same rules for abby and matty or are they more protective/strict than Georgia was?

Hahaha Bucky was a lucky boy, wasn’t he?

It's a bit different for Abby and Matty, because Gale has an issue with having people he doesn’t know too well stay overnight. His home is his safe place and he doesn’t want to be tense there. The kids get annoyed by this sometimes, but ultimately, they accept it. They rarely have sleepovers at the Buckies' place. But there’s no open door rule, the kids can close their doors anytime if they want to.

Abby actually doesn’t have too many boyfriends in her teens. She usually has unrequited crushes. When she does have a somewhat serious relationship, her parents eventually let her sleep at his place (once the Buckies know he’s decent enough).

Matty is almost always in a relationship though. He’s very popular among the kind of girls that he likes, so it works out perfectly for him. He often spends evenings with his current girlfriend at her place but he always comes home to sleep because that's his thing, he loves being home and doesn’t want anything to change. He’d literally rather come home at midnight than sleep over. Side note: he doesn’t even want to go to college at first because he doesn’t want to move out. The Buckies have to put some pressure on him to keep him from getting stuck at home.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Damian Wayne-Centric Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Damian's Secret Friend by LakeAwen - Rated G

5 times Damian's family panicked over him sneaking out, and 1 time they found out who he was meeting. OR The camera almost slipped from his hands. That was the demon brat. That was Damian. That was his grouchy kind-of baby brother hugging the Red-goddamn-Hood. Tim took a couple shots, because he was pretty sure he’d convince himself he was hallucinating if he didn’t have photo evidence. Definitely no one else would believe him. Tim thought he had contingencies for every possibility, but somehow none of those had included a scenario where Damian snuck out to eat Alfred’s butterscotch cookies with Red Hood.

I'll Only Say It When I Whisper by BrickSheep - Rated T

Red Robin, Red Hood, and Nightwing end up kidnapped. Unfortuantely for their kidnapper, that means baby brother is on the case, full-on prepared to live up to the nickname hellspawn.

Paint the Town by YesAlways - Rated T

The boy became less and less recognizable the longer she grinned at him. There was still a familiar arrogance, but it was faded, stuck between previously unidentifiable traits. It slowly dawned on her that she had become so lost in her own frenzied world of pre-med and Batgirling that she only clocked the boy’s growth as Robin, hardly stopping to note the Damian growing underneath the mask. In no time, the boy once incapable of fun or any social interaction was volunteering at school for something the old Damian would have labeled completely trivial. Oh no, Stephanie was getting old.

Stephanie offers Damian help, which he actually accepts, sending her down an existential crisis.

A Child? On My Patrol? by Lilacs_and_the_sea - Rated G

“What…is that?” “That's a child, Robin,” Tim replies with amusement. “Well, obviously. But what am I supposed to do with him?”

Tooth and Claw by BrickSheep - Rated T

Damian is the only dragon that he knows of, but his mother tells him that things will be different one day. Unfortunately, his mother gets into an accident, and Damian is left alone in a forest. He eventually grabs the attention of the owner of the territory. Bruce Wayne.

Give Me Your Armor by Ellegrine - Rated T

No place is ever truly safe. Even knowing that, Damian feels safe in Wayne Manor. It has nothing to do with Grayson's presence.

Some Common Ground by Do_wa_diddy - Rated T

Once upon a time, Tim and Damian wanted each other dead. Now they're sure that the other is the only one that really gets it anymore. AKA Tim and Damian have the same trauma around training that they consider to be the norm and are glad to find another person who "trains like a normal person" instead of realizing that they're the outliers.

Like a Painted Canvas by Listentothelittlebird - Rated T

Damian has been revived. In the wake of his resurrection, he reflects on his past... and leaves Gotham. There are things to be done - mistakes that Damian needs to atone for. (This fic takes inspiration from Robin: Son of Batman, Year of Blood, but does not follow through with proper canon.) Rated T for descriptions of murdered skeletons, I guess

Thera-Pet by Jlynn105 - Rated G

Tim has a glorious idea and no one will convince him it isn't going to work. "I'm telling you, Titus could be easily trained to be a service dog." or Bruce convinces Damian to go on a summer camp trip with Jon and when he comes back Titus behaves...differently.

Erasers? by Fae_Winter - Rated G

Damian... could not tell you why erasers mean so much to him.

Car Wreck by Jlynn105 - Rated G

He was driving back home after going to dinner in town. The roads were completely shadowed and his headlights seemed to be combatting the Gotham fog. He went as close to the speedlimit as was reasonable given the weather conditions, when the unthinkable happened. A dog ran across the road. Or.... Damian gets very injured to stop himself from hurting a doggy. (Doggy is ok).

[Snow] Storms by Jlynn105 - Rated G

I wonder if it’s cold in Nanda Parbat. Damian often felt his thoughts wander back to home on nights when he was alone or not feeling his best. His eyes drifted to his balcony and he left the covers to go outside, where it was significantly colder given the snow, so that he could look up at the stars. or.. Damian has a flashback during a power outage and gets a hug.

Be My Cornerstone (So I Can Fly) by Nation_Ustria - Rated T

There are reasons that the dragons in legends always had hoards, or carried off maidens to keep for themselves. Dragons are possessive, carnal beasts, and imprint their magic on anything they desire, claiming it for themselves and themselves alone—and they viciously, violently tear apart anyone who try to take what is theirs. Damian is not a dragon. He has dragon blood, yes, meant to enhance his combat abilities, but Mother had used magic to ensure that he will never devolve into such a horrible beast. It’s one of the many reasons that he is suited to be Grandfather’s heir. The problem is that Damian can’t manage to stop claiming things for himself. Or, what happens when a baby dragon is taught to deny himself a process that is vital to a dragon’s emotional health and stability, and then gets thrown into a mess of a family where no one—not even himself, in a sense—knows that he’s a baby dragon.

Father's day by Vale_mlcek - Rated G

"And according to what school had taught him about what being a father meant, Richard fit all those characteristics: he cared for him, scolded him when he misbehaved, and supported him in everything that made him happy. Grayson was all of that, not Bruce." --> It's Father's Day, and Damian is thinking about what he could gift Richard.

Hypothermia by Jlynn105 - Rated G

Whumptober day 5- Every whumpees needs Damian is new to Gotham and misses having a parent who cares. Spoiler: he has one.

(wanderin’ free, wish i could be) part of your world by airyfaerie - Rated T

Confess, repent, atone. He labors in his efforts to abide by these three words. They’re his hope, his key to salvation, to turn over a new leaf and grow. To become a champion of life instead of a butcher. But Father sits comfortably on his throne fashioned by sanctimony and pietism as Damian's hands are sanded to the bone in an attempt to save all the lives he has encountered and his legs can't support the weight of the lives he has taken along with his verdict, heavy in its righteousness. Condemn, condemn, condemn are reflected in Father's ice cold irises as he scrambles to right his wrongs. No rest for the wicked. ** A hair salon can be seen as a communal rest stop on the road of life.

you stay soft, get eaten (only natural to harden up) by tsuchann - Rated G

The cat stared up at Damian with his trusting baby blues, his tail, a cheeto-puff orange as the rest of it’s tiny body, bounced absentmindedly. Damian brought his sword down it’s neck with a sickening precision, biting back the bile in his throat as the cat’s body fell to the floor near his feet. — Or, Damian encounters a sick kitten during patrol and is brought back to his first memory with a cat.

Hopping Around the Issue by simpliho - Rated T

The brightness forced Damian to turn his face away for a second. He heard a dull clatter, sounding concerningly like a bo staff being dropped onto the ground. When his vision recovered, he immediately looked back at the scene of the fight. Timothy was… gone. In his place there was a pile of clothing and possessions, reminiscent of the scenes of disappearances they’d been investigating… with a stunned-looking black rabbit in the middle. Damian and Tim are forced to go on patrol together, they separate and Tim gets turned into a bunny, and then they bond.

[fangirlfrom-hell]

The Fragile Bonds Part 5 || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

Summary: After their father's death, Becca moved in with Jay. This is the first time the detective brother has to go undercover since his sister has been under his full care, creating a challenging situation for both. Reluctantly, Becca will have to live with Will and his family during those days, even though she doesn't feel very welcome in that household.

More than a year later but here you go!

The bullpen was dimly illuminated only by the street lights entering through the big windows. It was silent, everyone was gone, except for Hailey, who was waiting sitting at her boyfriend’s desk. She was extremely tired and falling asleep, her eyes were shutting but she was fitting it, until she couldn’t resist it anymore.

Hailey! Hails!

Jay’s voice kindly woke her up. “Why are you still here?” He said while gently taking the hair from her face and tugging it behind her ear.

“I was waiting for you.” She said as something obvious, followed by a long yawn to which Jay smirked.

“I’m not going home, honey. I’m going to pick up Becca.”

“I know” She answered back while standing up to stretch herself. “I’m going with you. I promised her I’d visit and I couldn’t.” Her tone changed with that last sentence but Jay didn’t really notice since he was trying to call Will.

“Will is not answering.”

“He’s probably sleeping. It’s late and they have a toddle at home. You probably shouldn’t be even calling him without texting him first.”

“Argh!” Jay gasped. “My phone died, I’ll charge it in the truck.”

“I’m going with you if you don’t mind.” The blonde detective said while taking her jacket

“There are some things you should know, anyway.”

Meanwhile, Becca was walking on the sidewalk of a moderately busy street. She was tired and hungry but couldn’t really think about it because she was mostly freezing. She had tried to use her phone again, only to realize she had lost it.

Defeated, she sat on the first bench she found and started crying. She looked around but didn’t recognize the street or any place around. She hadn’t been there before… or maybe she had, but she was too stressed to realize. She was lost, without a way to communicate, and in her mind, she couldn’t simply ask for help because the police would be involved, and they’d just take her back to Will.

“Mom, please help me,” she said in a faint voice. She was scared. All the stories her brother had told her, all the details of cases she shouldn’t have heard, came to her mind. She was really scared.

And with that vulnerability, everything came to her mind vividly: Owen biting Mr. Snuggles, Will trying to mend the situation, Nat’s voice, Nat tearing Mr. Snuggles' tail. The day she locked herself in the bathroom, the feeling of being abandoned at school, not being able to go to her dance classes, her safe space. All the bad emotions of the week were summed up in her mind, trying to tear her apart. And she could feel anxiety growing inside of her. Jay came to mind. They hadn’t talked in a while, and when he had the chance to call, she missed the opportunity because she was doing what? Nothing important. She started wondering how he was doing. Was he alright? What if the bad guys hurt him?

“Okay,” she muttered to herself. “No time for this. No time for this. What would Jay say?”

And suddenly, the bad feelings started to cease as she could hear Jay’s voice telling her to breathe. She closed her eyes, and that’s all she was able to hear: Breathe, breathe. Just breathe. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and stood up from the bench.

Becca looked around, calmly. She observed all of the places around: the streets, the alleys… and then she smiled to herself. “Thank you, Jay Jay,” she said out loud. “I do know where I am.” And she started walking again.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Jay was trying to control his tone. Hailey was sitting in the passenger seat, turning her body toward him while speaking. She was worried. Jay turned to face her from time to time, trying to also stay alert while driving.

“I wasn’t there when it happened,” Upton argued. “I was undercover with you! Platt told me the next day and it was already solved. I didn’t find it necessary to worry you with it, you already had a lot of shit to deal with. This would’ve only distracted you and put you at risk.”

Jay stayed silent. He was growing angry. His girlfriend could see it in his clenched jaw and tense temple. But he wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at Will and, mostly, at himself.

“Hey, Jay,” she squeezed his shoulder and took him out of his trance. “We were all taking care of her. I was taking care of her.”

He nodded and tried to smile. “Yeah. I know,” he said while taking her hand in his.

“She’ll feel better as soon as she sees you,” Hailey beamed at her boyfriend. “And, guess what?”

“What?”

“I got her the present. The one you wanted to give her.”

“Really? How?” Jay was still preoccupied, but his tone abruptly changed to a more cheerful one.

“I have my contacts.” She winked.

“Point in your favor. You keep managing to be her favorite.”

Ding, ding, ding

The sound of numerous notifications interrupted the moment. One after another, they didn’t stop.

“My phone must be charged now,” he said while Hailey grabbed it. “Uh, can you call Will, please?”

“Sure,” she agreed, already looking for the number. “Hmm, he’s not answering.”

“Maybe one more time?” But it was the same.

“Alright,” Jay gasped. “I hate the idea, but can you please try to call Natalie?”

“Hm. Weird,” Hailey spoke in a tone he didn’t like. “She hung up the call.”

The Halstead brother was starting to feel like something was wrong.

“It’s late, but maybe they’re out celebrating Becca’s birthday?” Upton suggested.

The two detectives looked at each other and said “No” at the same time.

“Okay. I know you planned on surprising her, but what if we call Becca?” Hailey suggested. “Listening to her voice will give you peace of mind.”

Her boyfriend nodded to this idea.

“Hmm. Straight to voicemail.”

“What?”

“It went straight to voicemail. I think it’s off.”

“I don’t like this,” Jay said after a few seconds of silence. His detective gut was telling him something was off.

“Don’t freak out,” Hailey warned while scrolling through the texts on his phone. “But you do have a lot of messages from her. Nothing bad, though. Only a lot of ‘I miss yous,’ ‘I love yous,’ ‘I hope you are safe’… There’s a voicemail.”

“She never calls. She’s scared of calls. The only time she called me…”

“I know.” She stopped him from saying what he didn’t want to speak out loud. “It’s from earlier tonight,” Hailey said as she played it on speaker.

Jay Jay… Becca’s voice came through on the other end of the phone, followed by a flurry of noise before the call abruptly cut off.

“What the— Is that all?” the concerned brother asked. “She— was she out?”

“It sounded like a street, yes.” She replayed the recording to listen more carefully.

“She sounds scared.” Without realizing it, Jay’s foot pressed harder on the gas and the car picked up speed.

“There are no more texts or voicemails, that was all.” She said as she took her phone from her duffel bag. “I promised I’d visit her today, but I couldn’t because of the case. I texted her to tell her, but I’m not sure if she read my message…”

“What? What do you got?” the concerned brother asked, eyes on the road but trying to look at Hailey’s phone at the same time.

“Hailey, I need you. Please call me,”she read Becca’s text out loud.

“Is that from Beccs? Hailey—” he got interrupted by another voicemail.

Hailey. Hailey, I really need your help! This time, her voice was edged with panic and agitation. No, get off!

“Was that the voice of a man?”

“Yes, yes it was. But I can’t understand what he said.”

As soon as Jay turned onto Will’s street, both detectives leaned forward when they saw the patrol car parked outside the house.

“Oh my God,” Hailey gasped.

As he quickly approached the scene and Hailey shot him a look filled with urgency, he knew something really bad had happened, and that it involved his little sister. He thought the worst, and his eyes started to water in anger. He had faced the worst criminals in the city, but nothing had ever made him more scared than something bad happening to his little sister.

It was almost midnight. Becca was still walking, arms wrapped around herself in an attempt to stay warm. The wind was freezing and biting into her skin. Her face, her nose and cheeks were all red. Her skin hurt. She was feeling so many things that she didn’t realize she had started to cry. But she kept going, because now she had a destination: she was going to visit her mom.

“Detective Halstead?” one of the cops acknowledged him as he strode toward them.

“What’s going on?” He ignored his colleague and asked Will directly, with a gaze that could pierce through his soul.

“Do you know each other?” the female cop asked, confused.

“He’s my brother. Where’s Becca?” He never took his sight from him.

“She’s not here. Seems like she escaped,” Hailey rushed to say with a stern tone and a killer gaze, walking into the house, with Natalie following her closely.

“What do you mean she escaped!?” Jay screamed in anger and leaned toward his brother, who instinctively raised his hands to defend himself.

“You weren’t here. You don’t know what happened, and you’re too angry to understand.”

“Hey, hey. Detective!” the female cop jumped between the two brothers and started addressing Jay directly. “We just arrived. We’re doing our work to find her. But according to your brother, the girl left about two hours ago… so, do you have any idea where she might be heading?”

“Two hours!?” Jay exploded. “Two hours and you just called the police!?”

“Detective! Detective!” the other cop called his attention. “Let’s calm down and focus on what matters, which is to find your sister. I was asking your brother for a picture of the girl…”

“I don’t have any picture… any recent picture. Sorry,” Will said, ashamed.

But Jay wasn’t paying attention to his brother anymore. He snatched up his phone and quickly dialed a number with urgency in every movement. At the same time, Hailey came out of the house followed by Natalie, who obviously wasn’t happy with the situation and kept saying this was too drama around a teenager’s tantrum.

On the other side of the call, between the sounds of chattering and music, a raspy voice came through.

“Sarge, I need your help,” Jay said into his phone.

At the entrance of the house, he noticed Hailey carrying Mr. Snuggles and his ripped tail.

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My Fate Is In Your Hands - Entry 11

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(...) “Are you alright?” Jimmy asks, warm and concerned, and it’s so, so tempting to lean on his host for support like he’d already been doing this morning. It’s so, so tempting to let someone else help him shoulder the burden he suddenly woke up with less than an hour ago. But he doesn’t know them. Smoke whisps past his lips and he swallows past the lump in his throat. It’s too much, too fast, and he needs…he needs time. Jimmy steps around Shelby, standing between her and Tango, his wings spreading slightly to subtly block him from her view. It’s almost like he can tell Tango is getting a bit overwhelmed. He looks a bit uncertain, almost awkward, but he seems like he wants to help. “Tango…?”

➤ Ask to talk alone. Jimmy feels safe to talk to, but Shelby’s still a stranger.

Tango’s eyes dart toward where he knows Shelby is still sitting, out of sight behind Jimmy’s wings. He opens his mouth but he fumbles with his words, not sure how to respond. Then–

“Can she go?” Tango blurts it out weakly then immediately regrets it, blanching with wide eyes as he splutters around the smoke on his tongue. “S-Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t - gahk - that was rude, I didn’t mean–”

But Jimmy doesn’t look upset. He looks a bit startled, but he smiles anyway, and when he turns to talk to Shelby, she has a soft, worried look on her face. Jimmy is speaking, low words that Tango feels like he should be able to understand, but there’s blood pounding in his ears and he’s struggling to control his breathing and he can’t quite pay attention. He misses whatever is said, but he sees the result. Shelby’s already tripping over her own feet to stand and she vanishes her teacup with a glowing wave of her hand. Magic, he registers, but it doesn’t seem as important or impressive right now as it would if Tango wasn’t feeling so freaking claustrophobic.

His lungs are still too tight and the house feels slightly too small and nothing is familiar, nothing is grounding. He can hear his own rattling, smoking, wheezing breaths in his ears - and he closes his eyes.

The darkness helps.

He can feel the chair beneath him vibrating slightly from movement, from footsteps. Distantly he hears a door open and shut, and the light rhythmic jingle of something metal sounds muffled through the haze in his head.

His lungs are burning in more ways than one.

Somewhere, something creaks.

…there’s a tap on his knee. A lukewarm touch, light tapping, the slightest bit of pressure. Tango focusses on it like a guiding light, an anchor. Something to center on.

“…gotta breathe, mate. I don’t know what’ll happen if you have to respawn, an’ I don’t wanna risk it ‘til we know for sure. Alright? Tango? Tango, you with me?”

Tango sucks down an unsteady lungful of air and his breath hitches again, sulfur on his tongue. He doesn’t know when his blaze rods appeared but he can feel them spinning rapidly around his head, reacting to his heightened state alongside the flames dancing erratically through his hair.

“I, er…I can talk, if you want?” Jimmy says, uncertain and awkward, and Tango almost laughs. Almost. It comes out as a choked noise, and Jimmy must take that as an affirmation because he taps Tango’s knee again fidgetingly. “Er - right! Right. ‘Kay. Um - well, er…you’re in Tumble Town. Said that already. We’re not a big empire, but we get on well enough. Er…I’ve been here for as long as I can remember. ‘Course, I haven’t been the Sheriff for all that - there was another one ‘fore me, an’ he was around for ages. Dunno what happened to him, honestly. But, uh…I took over a long while back, built this place up from what it was before. Used to be tiny, this place. Pitiful really…but it was home, ya know? I couldn’t exactly abandon it, could I…?”

Something in Jimmy’s voice is soothing and comfortable despite the awkwardness, this light warmth that feels almost familiar to Tango, though he can’t imagine why. He doesn’t have the mental energy to think on it anyway. He clutches his own thighs, trying not to let his claws dig into the fabric of his jumpsuit, and he breathes.

It’s, miraculously, easier with the bubbling sound of Jimmy’s voice filtering through his ears, a centering beacon of sound through the static in his head.

His blaze rods slow their manic spiral, and though he can still taste sulfur on his tongue, his chest isn’t feeling as tight as it was before. Breathing is easier. His shoulders feel less tense.

Jimmy, in the meantime, has trailed off from whatever dialogue path he’d been wandering down.

“...you alright?” he asks, uncertain as ever, and Tango nods roughly.

“Better,” he rasps, much to Jimmy’s visible relief. He wheezes lightly, remnants of smoke still whisping past his teeth, but he can feel the fire in his lungs abating bit by bit.

Jimmy hesitates, taps his knee again, then stands slowly from the chair he must have pulled over when Tango wasn’t paying attention. The spurs on his boots jingle - ah, that metal sound Tango heard before - as he steps slowly away. Either he’s withdrawing from an uncomfortable situation, or he’s giving Tango space. Tango can’t fault him for either option.

“Should I ask what that was about?” Jimmy prods hesitantly, and Tango’s heart clenches for a moment. He swallows.

“...homesick,” he lands on after a moment, and Jimmy lets out what Tango hopes is a sympathetic breath. He doesn’t elaborate yet, his thoughts still swimming and his nerves on edge. He draws his uninjured leg up to his chest and hugs it, burying his face against his knee, and after a moment of quiet Jimmy retreats to the kitchen. Tango watches him through unfocussed eyes, hears the opening of chests and the movement of dishes and the light clang of a pan without really taking them in.

Right…breakfast. That’s why he’d come down here. He’d almost forgotten that was the point of his trip downstairs. That, and finding his ship.

“I wasn’t supposed to crash,” he says hoarsely, and there’s a slight shift in sound from the kitchen, the rustle of feathers and a low birdlike warble that Tango can’t remember the meaning of. He’s heard Grian and False make sounds like that, and Pearl, back on – but he can’t remember.

Anyway.

“...I had a mission,” he says, carrying on in the quiet. “There was a, uh…” Calamity, cataclysm, catastrophe– “...planetary disaster. Back on H-Hermitcraft.”

“Herrmitcraft?” Jimmy asks, soft and curious, and Tango nods against the fabric of his jumpsuit.

“Home,” he specifies. He clears his throat and props his chin on his knee instead, staring off into the middle distance and not seeing much in particular. “Moon crash. Headin’ straight for the planet. I, uh–” He wheezes weakly, his hair still dancing with flames - did they ever stop? - as he speaks. “–I tried to stop it. I was gonna blow it up, divert it, something. Built my ship and got explodification stuff and everything. My buddy Doc built another ship, a bigger one, so we could evacuate if the plan didn’t work. The Hermitheus.” A wry smile quirks at the corner of his mouth. Doc and Ren had bickered for days over that name.

(Across the room, Jimmy jolts, though Tango doesn’t notice. He mouths the word Hermitheus to himself as he flips the bacon.)

Tango’s smile fades as quickly as it had come, thoughts muddled with memories he’s been trying not to focus on all morning.

“Everything went wrong,” he says, whispers, his eyes tingling with tears and his fingers digging into his arms where he’s still half-hugging himself. “I lost contact, and I couldn’t stop the moon crash, and it–”

A shockwave collision, their home tearing itself apart, the crumbling of the server as Tango watched on from a faulty ship that he couldn’t even use to stop what he was watching happen right in front of him.

Then - spiraling, freefall, his ship out of control, alarms blaring, red lights flashing, smoke in the cockpit and Holsten in his ears–

“...Tango?”

Tango flinches, his eyes focussing on the Sheriff, who had turned away from the stove to watch him worriedly. His wings are ruffled against his back, and now that Tango can see the backs of them, his eyes widen ever so slightly. Jimmy’s right wing is burned, scorched, many of the feathers blackened and uneven at the edges. There are a few bare patches too, feathers notably missing and disrupting the even pattern of yellow-gold that’s meant to be there.

Jimmy blinks at him, glances toward his own back, and seems to realize what Tango’s staring at because he chuckles sheepishly and his wings shift against his back.

“Oh…right. That. ‘S all good, the crash site was just a bit hot. Fire an’ all that.”

Crash site.

Crash site.

Tango’s breath hitches.

“Well, I did drag you out of a rocketship” Jimmy had said, and oh, Tango is definitely picturing that a bit differently now than he had been this morning. Much more fire, much more explodification.

Hels.

Jimmy is setting a plate of food in front of him before he fully processes the fact that the Sheriff had probably risked his own life to save Tango’s, and he never really gets the chance to ask for more details about his rescue before Jimmy’s joining him at the table.

“So…you lost contact? With your server?” he asks, derailing multiple trains of thought Tango is trying to wrangle, and Tango stares across the table at the Sheriff blankly for a moment or two. Lost - right. Right.

The Hermits.

The Hermitheus.

Tango picks up the fork he’s been given on autopilot and pokes at the sunny-side-up eggs on his plate, popping one of them and watching the yolk run toward his bacon.

“...yeah,” he sighs hoarsely. “Before the moon even…yeah. I, uh…I never heard if they got off planet before–” Don’t think about it. He clears his throat. “...I have no idea where they are.” If they are. If they made it. Shut up.

Jimmy’s expression flits through a few emotions in quick succession, so open and obvious, no poker face at all. He lands on something that looks like concern and sympathy and the feathers around his ears flare.

“D’you want me to message our admin?” he asks, bacon hanging from his fork. He opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again. “Fwhip’s…a good guy. He might be able to help you get in touch with them again. It’s worth a shot, right?”

Tango doesn’t know this Fwhip. He doesn’t know anything about this server beyond the few things Jimmy and Shelby have told him, honestly. But both of them have been kind enough, so surely Fwhip must be as well…?

Except, of course, Tango’s still itching to go back to his ship. He needs to know how much of his tech survived the crash  - and subsequent fire - and if he can use the communications system to reconnect with his servermates. He’d had a direct line to the Hermitheus before this. If their ship is still out there, he should be able to repair his end to get in touch again. Right?

[A/N: We back baby!!! I've been bitten by the writing bug again! :3 Poor Tango's going through it, man...though considering he's under the impression his entire family might be gone, I think he has good reason to be having a bit of a breakdown ^^;; Jimmy's an awkward bean who doesn't really know if he's doing the right thing to help this random wayward astronaut, but he's trying. Big Man Jim coming in clutch!

And we WILL see what's happening on the other side of the rift again, I promise! We'll get there ;3 For now though...where do you think Tango should go? I know I have my preference here, as I always do...but what do you think?]

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