#but ive been hurt so bad it makes me so nervous to let others in

[smallangryandtired]

Being me is so frustrating and hard sometimes for me....

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hushed fantasies ¡

pairing brother's best friend¡nicholas chavez x fem¡reader

summary thinking you were messaging your friend, you accidentally sent your brother's best friend a thirsty paragraph about him, with Nicholas opening it before you get a chance to delete it. what you were not expecting was the leading conversation, causing realization to wash over you as he hints your desire is not one-sided after all.

contains suggestive, sexual tension, a bit of dirty talking, a brief kiss, flustered reader, cocky nic, hes also very freaky (uhh???)

a/n this is the silliest thing ive ever written i was giggling the whole time while writing it. likes and reblogs are v much appreciated!!!

word count 1.7k

You: the amount of self control i have is insane because why do i not have this mans dick in my mouth rn please i need nic so fucking bad its not even funny anymore he is everything i want in life id let him use me any day morning afternoon n night im available ugh i dont even get the ick when its him he was acting like a dad earlier yelling at us to grill the meat right and it was so adorable ill call you daddy u want me to call u sir i dont kink shame im down for whatever king omg stop he got hurt earlier and he GROANED???? i almost fell to my knees YAHOOO he definitely whimpers #needthat 10/10 i just know its thick ooh tip pink shade #d97e77 thats insane till my knees are bruised and my throats scratched my panties fell tears are rolling down my thighs OMG PLS can you feel my pain hes so bodangshis how does my brother look at him and not wanna fuck him id be all over him if that was my friend gahhhd!!! hes actually so sweet he kept speaking to me earlier so i dont feel left out of the conversation and i find that adorable do u think he slaps it before he cums oh my his girlfriends so lucky im ab to put her in a headlock ahaha this is gross no man should have this much of an impact on u unless their dick is big and the sex is absolutely amazing yooo what he probably knows how to please a lady id be hard if i had a dick rn STOPP he has a happy trail im gonna lose it hahah lets find out where it leads i dont wanna think ab that im going crazy literally pulling my hair out that should be u baby GIVE ME A CHANCE?!!!! thinking ab him makes me so nervous this is getting a little too srs ahaha okay im sorry hows life?!? i miss u :(

Sending that message, you were anything but expecting the response you got in return, not from the man himself, that’s for sure.

nic: oh?

nic: i think you got the wrong person

You audibly gasp, realization washing over you as you read over the message. That was, in fact, not for Nicholas, nor was it for anyone but your friend to see.

You panic, putting your phone down to process what happened, needing a moment before responding. Right, you needed to do that.

But why did he see it so fast? He didn't even give you time to comprehend your message, the text switching to read in an instant.

Hell, it was midnight, and it’s been a long, tiring day for the both of you, having been out the whole afternoon, merely to come back to the hotel and spend more time with your other friends.

Everyone decided to end the night off early; early being a bit before midnight, with you heading to your room afterwards. Your brother and his best friend shared the room taking place next to yours, making it easy to reach out to him.

And for that, you were grateful since Nicholas was with him; meaning you got to see more of him throughout this trip.

You’ve had a crush on Nicholas for god knows how long, with it starting the moment your brother befriended him. You’ve technically gone through all the phases he experienced, hell, you saw him more than your own parents.

He was sweet, a little too sweet, perhaps it bothered you. Nicholas was very known among women, he knew how to attract a lady, showering her with praises until he eventually got what he wanted.

That made you extremely jealous, knowing you couldn't have him. He was forbidden, off-limits, someone you could only admire from afar.

And that stupid crush of yours led to this conversation, one you didn't want to discuss.

You: i didnt mean to send that to you

The text switched from delivered to read right away, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

nic: clearly

nic: i dont have a gf btw

Why did he feel the need to clarify that, and why were you relieved over hearing it?

You buried your face in your pillow, feeling heat reduce from your body. You’ve never been this embarrassed before, not around Nicholas. While you were weird sometimes, it was never this bad.

He wasn't supposed to know about this, nor discover it the way he did.

You: cover your eyes pls

You: this wasn't for u

nic: you sure?

nic: are there any other nics in your life?

Your stomach twisted at the message, hand coming up to cover your mouth as an audible gasp escaped your throat. How could he say that?

You felt all sorts of emotions wash over you, unable to process each one of them as you read the message over and over again.

You: what if there is

The question was risky, it could either end with him telling your brother, or him teasing you over it and brushing it off. Either way, you couldn't have him, so why not just fuck it and go with the flow?

nic: then that would be disappointing.

Your breath caught in your throat, vision going blurry as Nicholas’ bubble kept appearing and disappearing.

nic: id really hate that you feel this way about someone else

Oh my god, were you dreaming?

You could not believe your eyes. You turned off your phone, letting the dimness of the room seep through for a moment before you unlocked your device once again, heart skipping a beat when you realized it was real.

Nicholas, your brother’s best friend, might have been flirting with you, but that’s just in your head, right…?

You: ??? wdym

nic: you first

nic: was this about me, doll?

The pet name made you weak to your core, spiraling you over the edge as you put your phone down for a second. You took a deep breath, feeling your face heat up at how suggestive the boy sounded.

He sounded so desperate, you weren't sure if it was the tiredness, or him being genuine. Either way, you’re fucked, because you’re willing to do anything for him, even if it means breaking your heart.

You: what if it was

You: what will you do ab it

You felt nauseous as you waited for a response, groaning when the boy disappeared for a minute. Did you say something wrong? Why did he suddenly leave?

nic: then id risk it all

Speechless. Your mouth hung open, chest filling with lust as a breath heaved out of you.

You: are you saying this because you’re tired

nic: no

nic: god no

There was no ounce of self control in your body left. You almost screamed, overwhelmed by a new sense of emotions.

Is this how it felt? Because fucking hell.

You: it is

nic: it is what?

You: this is so embarrassing

You: why are you making me admit it you know exactly what im talking about

nic: baby

nic: jus tell me

You: no you suck im going to sleep

nic: WAIT no come here youre so cute

You blushed at the message, unable to suppress the smile forming on your lips. God, he’s such an idiot. And you were totally swooned for him.

You: i literally just sent you a message talking ab how much i wanna suck your dick what about that is cute

nic: oh? so you do admit it

You: …

You felt nervous, realizing how serious this has gotten. From a silly message turned into you contemplating whether this was a good idea. The last thing you were anticipating while typing that message was a confrontation, one from Nicholas; at that.

nic: you couldve told me yk

You: do you hear yourself

nic: ? what

You: nic you know this is wrong

You: youre gonna wake up tmr and forget all ab it

nic: you knkw

nic: yoirw so fucjinf hot

You came to a halt, noticing the amount of mistakes the boy was making. Your mind wandered somewhere else, feeling heat crawl past your neck, all the way to your face.

You: what are you saying

nic: fucking hell

nic: take the hint baby

You froze in your spot, tongue coming out to wet your lips, suddenly feeling heat travel to in between your legs. Don’t give in, don't give in, don’t give in.

You: what

nic: you couldve asked me if you were curious

nic: i wouldve happily showed you

That sent you over the edge. Your mind went fuzzy, unable to process the last few texts you received from Nicholas. He was being serious, dead serious, you were sure of that.

The texts you exchanged always revolved around your brother; usually Nicholas asking whether he was home or not. However, this one was different.

He was hinting something, something very risky that you were unable to resist.

You: dont say that

nic: what, you don't believe me?

You: nic

nic: give me five

You stared at the message on the screen, confused on what he meant. Your eyebrows furrowed with puzzlement, awaiting a message, merely to get nothing in return.

As you were about to shut your phone and go to sleep, it pinged, the notification startling you awake. You clicked on it immediately, mind going hazy as you read the message over and over again.

nic: open the door

nic: im outside your room

You didn’t hesitate as you got up, swiftly walking your way to the door. You unlocked it with haste, vision going blurry as you caught sight of Nicholas, who was standing inches away from you now.

He looked just as desperate as you were, maybe even more. And that was it, it was all you needed to pull him by the collar and cease the distance between you two.

The moment his lips collided with yours, you realized that maybe it’s worth ending up with a broken heart, because Nicholas tastes fucking addicting, and you found every way to make good use out of that obsession.

The possession of knowing he’s off limits, yet here he was, eagerly kissing you numb.

[widowmaxff]

Hiii WandaNat x daughter reader where R was severely harmed in a mission or got involved.

For example, they Nat or Wands were assigned on a mission to investigate and just so it happens, R was there so when chaos started, R was severely injured and like got a pretty bad brain damage which she will fight through. How will the mother's copee??

Thankss!

safe & sound

pairings: parents!wandanat × daughter!reader (platonic)

warnings: angst, bad writing :P, crying, physical violence, hospital, natasha blames herself ;((, lots of love from moms <3

a/n: im really sorry it took me SO long to write this request, ive been having awful weeks and im really trying to write. anyway, i hope you like it and thank you very much for the request luv <333

When you decided you wanted to follow in the same footsteps as your mothers, they didn't react so well. You always trained with the Avengers, closely watching their next steps for any unforeseen circumstances and how good they were at what they did. And you especially loved seeing Wanda and Natasha fighting, they have been your inspiration since you were little and understand each other. 

You remember when you asked your mother Natasha to start going on missions, even if it was the easier ones that would only take a few hours, and you could swear you saw her eyes light up with regret. Not that she didn't trust you, but both Natasha and Wanda knew that any mission would be dangerous and the last thing they wanted was to leave you hurt or for anything bad to happen to you. So, you started to train even more and show how much you dedicated yourself to going on one of these missions and, as your mothers knew you so well, they knew that you wouldn't give up until you went on one of them.

"Fury allowed you to go on this mission with one of us," Natasha was sitting in front of him next to Wanda in the meeting room. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face, your legs shaking because you were so excited for your first mission. "It's an easy mission where you just have to investigate and collect some important information in an old Hydra base." You nod listening to every detail of what you needed to do.

"Fury assured us that there will be no one and no agent, but for your safety you will carry a weapon, okay?" Wanda, your other mother, spoke this time. She also seemed to be a little worried about your first mission since she remembers very well what it's like to be in the hospital bed after one or see anyone else in it. Just imagining you in that position makes her body shiver.

Your mothers start to tell you some information about what you should know and what would happen. Even though the mission was so easy and simple, Wanda decided that it would be better if Natasha accompanied you, since if she went along she might end up getting so nervous that she would faint. And even though you assured that you would be careful, she made you hug her for at least five minutes, stroking your hair and giving you all the comfort you would need for that mission. "I love you so much my love."

"I love you very much too, Mama." You felt Wanda leave a long kiss on your hair as you laid your head on her shoulder. "I promise everything will be fine."

She laughs and takes a deep breath. "I'm the one who should be saying this. But you're right, my love." You separate from her and see that her eyes were full of tears.

Even though it seemed a little dramatic, you knew that Wanda was very close to you. Whenever your mother missed you because you were only away from home for a few hours, you remember when Natasha told you that when it was your first day of school when you were a toddler, Wanda didn't want to let you go at all. And now several years later, she still reacted the same way.

"Alright, we better go before Wanda makes us give up." Natasha says, making her other mother roll her eyes before walking towards her, leaving a long kiss on her lips.

"Ew, not in front of me." You make a disgusted expression at them, even if it was just a joke. You've always admired how much your mothers are in love with each other and how much they show it on a daily basis. Wanda always preferred physical affection to love Natasha, and Romanoff always preferred acts of service to love Maximoff. And even though they were different things, the two never disliked these acts.

"One day it's going to be you, sweetheart." They giggle before hugging each other as they say 'I love you'. 

[...]

Your hands sounded as you entered the Hydra base. A gun in hand as you looked in every corner of that place. You felt like something was out of position, but you tried not to worry. Maybe it was just your anxious conscious or maybe you were just too nervous. The noise of your heart was too loud and the only thing you heard was the faint footsteps of your boot on the ground. And even though you tried to focus on what was happening there at the moment, it seemed like now all of your mother Wanda's nervous genes were in you.

"I think I found it, Mom." You speak into the device in your ear, Natasha listening on the other side. She praises you, sending a wave of comfort to your mind that seemed to be trying to sabotage you at that moment.

You quickly place the pen drive in the computer and see the percentage of how much was transferred appear on the screen. You hold the gun tightly in your hands as you scan the place, looking at every possible corner. You walk to your right calmly, trying not to make too much noise in your tall black boots. And when you were about to take the next step, a big tud behind you made you turn around quickly, still with the gun pointed forward. "Mom, I just heard a noise-" And before you could finish speaking, the lights in the place went out completely, the energy going out.

"Y/n- need- leave-!" The device in your ear was getting stuck a lot, loud noises disturbing what little you could hear. Natasha tried to say something, but you almost couldn't hear, leaving you alone with your own thoughts.

With all the training you had you tried to stay as calm as possible. Even if you couldn't see if someone or something was with you, your ears tried to capture any sound coming from that space, but with the device in your ears it was almost impossible. You knew that if you took it off it would be a big risk if your mother ever managed to talk to you again. But it would also be a risk not to hear what was around you.

You debated with what you should do or not do, but it was too late when two large arms grabbed your body from the ground. You let out a startled scream when you realize what is happening. Your reflexes are quick as you forcefully push your elbow into the stomach of the stranger behind you. He staggers back, making you fall to the ground, but before you can do anything, a kick lands in your belly. You hit your head on the ground, making your vision even blurrier. Your gun was still stuck in your hands, so the first thing you do is aim forward and shoot, when you hear a male scream of pain you know you hit him somewhere. "You bitch!"

You don't realize what's happening when he takes a gun out of his pants and also shoots. You scream in pain when the bullet pierces your arm that was holding the gun, it wasn't very deep, but the pain was too horrible. And even if you tried, you couldn't raise your arm to shoot the guy again. You start to crawl backwards trying to get away from the figure that you still couldn't see in the dark and prayed that he couldn't see you too.

But when you started to hear his heavy footsteps towards you, you knew there was nothing left to do.

[...]

Wanda felt her heart stop when she heard the doctors moving around in the Compound. Someone had been hurt on some mission a few hours after you and Natasha left. Maximoff was shaking as she waited for the injured person's Quinjet to pull up, and even though she asked any of the doctors who the unlucky one was, it seemed like she was invisible to them. It seemed like they didn't want to respond to watch her heart break into a million pieces.

Wanda felt so nervous that she thought maybe she was going to faint. Thinking that the extremely injured person, since the doctors were going almost crazy to get everything they needed, could be you or Natasha, made her want to throw up her entire lunch right there. And when the car appeared in their vision, Wanda moved even closer, continuing to give the doctors space to do their work.

When the big door opened, the first thing your mother saw was Natasha with some bruises on her face along with tears that still fell on her pale face. Romanoff held you in her arms. One of them put pressure on your arm to stop the bleeding, but even so, you seemed to be bleeding from other places as a pool of blood was being spilled by Natasha's suit. Your body was unconscious and heavy in your mother's hands, your face completely scarred with cuts and bruises all over it. And even if your mother tried to look at your fragile and small body, she couldn't.

Maximoff lets out a grunt when she sees that you were the current patient. Seeing how Natasha staggered with you in her arms was one of the worst sights she could have had. You being placed on the stretcher while the doctors took you to surgery as quickly as possible was in her nightmares, and now, she could feel firsthand how horrible that was. Natasha follows the crowd of people, finally coming across her wife there. Romanoff didn't wait a second to throw herself into Wanda's arms as the two allowed the tears to fall. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-"

"Shh- it's not your fault, Natasha." Wanda tried to calm her down, even though it was almost impossible since she also needed comfort. "Y/n is going to be fine, it's okay."

"I- I couldn't get there in time. She was in- in a huge pool of blood and this guy was-" Natasha couldn't finish speaking before her eyes started bursting with tears again as she recalled the scene of you barely conscious on the ground while the Hydra agent kicked you mercilessly. Blood smeared everywhere and your face full of tears was what she saw every time she closed her eyes, it was horrible.

It took Wanda a few minutes to get Natasha to calm down. Despite many other occasions being the opposite, Romanoff has always shown how concerned she is about you. But seeing you and having to carry you almost dead in her arms was another thing entirely, and one that will probably haunt her forever. Natasha had the beginning of a panic attack there, with her blood on her suit and on her hands, but Wanda, knowing her wife, managed to make her feel like she was on the floor again.

A few hours had passed since you entered that operating room, and knowing that it would take a long time for the doctors to stabilize you, Wanda took care of Natasha, cleaning her body and putting her in more comfortable clothes to wait for you sitting in the waiting room. Your mother was able to breathe normally now, even though the tears hadn't stopped falling from both of their faces. Natasha felt her body want to sleep, but her mind wouldn't let her, not when you were fighting for your life in the next room.

Wanda runs her hand affectionately through Natasha's red hair that reminded her of your own. Her head on her shoulder as she felt her wife's body relax but then become rigid again, but even if Maximoff tried, she wouldn't be able to make Natasha relax. "Remember that time Y/n fell down the slide and broke her arm? She didn't even cry." Wanda spoke so softly that any outsider who saw it would think she wasn't as nervous as her wife.

"Yeah... she even asked you to break her arm with your magic so she could put a cast on it again so she could draw on it." Natasha laughs remembering when you were seven years old, you were probably the happiest child in the world.

"She's so strong," Wanda murmurs as she presses a kiss to Natasha's red hair and she closes her eyes taking a deep breath. "I know she'll make it out of this."

And when Maximoff stopped talking, one of the doctors who was participating in your surgery enters the room. Natasha was now more than awake, her body jumping up towards the man in the white coat. Wanda doesn't take long to join her either, rambling questions to the doctor over and over again. "Everything went well in the surgery to remove the bullet from Y/n's body, despite the heavy blood loss." Romanoff holds her wife's hand while listening to him talk about your conditions, squeezing it every time she feels like her heart is going to come out of her mouth. "Unfortunately, due to the severe injuries to her head, she was caused a brain injury called a concussion."

"Oh, God. She's going to be okay, isn't she?"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Maximoff. Concussion is a very common thing for people to experience and usually with a few weeks of medical treatment and rest she will feel well again." The two women were finally able to take a deep breath without feeling that nervousness in their chests. "You just need to pay attention to some symptoms she may have, such as headache, mental confusion, sometimes memory loss, nausea, vomiting, excessive fatigue and some other things that you will probably notice. With the treatment I am sure that Y/n will recover much better.”

Despite all these things you might feel, they were relieved that you were okay. And they knew you would recover quickly, your genes coming from Natasha and Wanda weren't just anyone, you were strong and everyone knew it. And even if they thought that way, nothing would prepare them for seeing you lying on the stretcher. Your body was so fragile and small there, your eyes looked so tired despite being closed and the cuts on your face didn't help. The tubes coming out of your body weren't the prettiest, but it was what was helping you survive at that moment.

"My baby girl..." Wanda stroked your hair as she looked at you now slightly pale face. Her comforting touch would make you lean against her even more if you were awake, but that wouldn't be possible at the moment. 

Natasha remained a little distant compared to Maximoff. She was scared, scared that if she made any move you would get hurt again, because in the redhead's mind everything that had happened was her fault. If she had checked to see if the area really was clean, if she had warned you as quickly as possible so you could get out of there, if she had arrived on time. "Nat?" Wanda knew what she was thinking, what she felt was written on the ex-assassin's face, and her wife had been with her for enough years to know what that mind was thinking.

In a few moments, Romanoff's body was enveloped in Wanda's affectionate and comforting embrace, who gently moved from side to side, holding her head against her shoulder while leaving a chaste kiss on her hair. Natasha knew that hug from anywhere, the hug that said everything was okay, that everything would fall into place again. Sometimes it took more than a hug for her to feel that, but sometimes she knew Wanda was right. "I w-want a hug too." Your hoarse voice was present at the scene, making your mothers quickly separate from each other.

"Y/n, my god! You scared me so much, don't ever do that again-"

"Wands, calm down, don't give her any more headaches." You chuckle along with your mother Natasha who was now holding your wife's hand. They walk towards your stretcher seeing that you still seemed to be a little disoriented with everything that happened, but even so you still had a smile on your face for them.

"How are you feeling, my love?" Wanda again made the same affectionate gestures to you as she sat next to you, feeling your body relax at her touch, but this time, you are awake enough to feel it.

"Headache and feeling like I might throw up at any moment."

"Ew." Natasha complains in a funny tone making you want to laugh at that moment, but having a headache would make things even worse. Romanoff still had an apprehensive tone on her face, maybe it was the guilt she felt she had or maybe it was seeing you in that place, with bruises everywhere. 

"You aren't hurt, are you, Mom?" Even though you almost died with a gunshot wound to your body and a brain injury, it was obvious that you would care about others, especially if it was one of your mothers.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me, sweetheart." Natasha moved a little closer to you, leaving a kiss on your forehead that was welcomed with a smile on your face. "I was so worried about you." She murmurs as Wanda places one of her hands on her wife's thigh, making small circles on it.

"I'm fine now, Mom. Thanks for going to save me." You put a small smile on your face in a funny way, trying to ease the tension of the hospital room.

"You know I'll always be here for whatever you need." Natasha wasn't just referring to helping you save yourself from physical violence, but she was also referring to helping you when you have any problems. Do you need a shoulder to cry on? She will be there. Do you need help completing a task? Don't worry, you know she won't take a minute to come to you. Problems with girls or guys? She will love telling you how she really knew the love of her life. 

In those times when something difficult happened, your mothers knew how to comfort and help you. You had an unbreakable bond and that always warmed your heart. Realizing that you had people who more than cared about you by your side was incredible. Maybe for some other people it was strange to have two mothers, but you didn't care, because for you, it was an indescribable magic.

[littleplantfreak]

It’s heavy

Erm its a small thing about wanting to carry Ume’s burdens ig that ive been thinking about (even though i ended up going a whole other direction than i originally daydreamed. When i first thought about it, it was gonna be like stand in the rain dramatic but.)

its sfw and theres no cws i think except it’s kinda spoilery from recent chapters (not in depth tho) Also I read through it once but you know how it goes with proofreading owo)/

"I didn't know it would feel that heavy," Sakura says, mid bite into his lunch.

"Whatd'ya mean?" You swallow your own food before getting a drink. He's talking about Umemiya.

"The resolve to fight. For the town, the people you...love," he grits out the last word, still unused to verbally speaking about affection, but he's been getting better. "The weight of everything on your shoulders makes it hard to move sometimes" Your eyes widen at that. At the change in demeanor since he first came to town. He's really improved since you first met and honestly the change is for the better.

"Is it...a bad feeling?" You wonder, food forgotten now that the conversation has turned serious.

"Not bad, just annoying. And comforting? I don't know how to explain it." He's flushed now, embarrassed by the inability to find the proper words to convey just how it is. It's one of those things you have to feel for yourself to really grasp.

"Exhausting too I bet," you say more to yourself, thoughts suddenly going fully to the white haired man. Two bi-colored eyes look your way as you twirl your fork in your hands thoughtfully. He turns even redder when he sees your dazed look, knowing you're ruminating about Umemiya. You take out your phone, shooting out a text to see where he's at. When he texts back that he's on his way to the cafe from school, you decide you'll meet him halfway, telling Sakura you'll be back in a bit and that he can have your leftovers.

You're jogging really, not caring about pacing yourself when an urge has overtaken you. The anxiety spreads in your chest to your arms and hands, prickling at your fingertips. Nothing's wrong, but at the moment you feel like if you don't see his face soon, you'll never see it again. Logically, you talk yourself down knowing those thoughts are just your brain screwing with you, but the feeling won't go away until you get to him.

The sun warms Hajime’s face as he heads to Kotoha’s, wind blowing the chimes as they clink daintily. He's got an easy walk going, not surrounded by people for once.

The look on his face when he spots you is one of delight, slowly switching to concern from the way you're running towards him, cheeks flushed.

"Hey pumpkin, what's with the running? Somethin' up?" He asks before you plow straight into his chest, arms squeezing around his waist. You shake your head, tightening him in your hold knowing it's not gonna hurt him in the slightest.

"Can I carry it sometimes?" you mumble from his chest after a minute of breathing in his scent, sweat and deodorant mixing into a smell that was so him it calmed the frayed nervous that had been unraveling. When he asks what you'd be carrying, you lift your face to lock eyes with him.

"You? Everything you're carrying? Not all the time, but I don't want you to be the only one shouldering so much weight. I'm not that strong, but," you're suddenly self conscious about it, looking down at your feet for a second before forcing yourself back to look at his face. "but I can do it for you. Whenever you need me to." You finish, waiting on his response. He breathes deep and ponders it for a second, the look on his face a mix of hesitance and adoration at your declaration. For once he’a speechless, but he’s not surprised it’s you who’s rendered him as such.

“…I love you,” he says simply, eyes wide. Like he just rediscovered the fact despite his almost constant mission to let you know that with his words and actions on a daily basis.

“That’s not what-,”

“I know. I know, but I just wanted to say it I think. Or I couldn’t help it.” He kneels down to your level, holding both of your hands in his own, a look of resolve in his cloud grey eyes. “I can try…letting you carry some of it. It’s heavy.”

“That’s fine,” and you release his hands before grabbing his face. “I’ve got you.”

Atlas was punished to hold the weight of the world, but Hajime isn’t Atlas and he has you.

You both drop the subject for a bit, a ghost of the conversation still stays lingering in both of your heads. It's easy to say he'll rely on you like that, but the truth is putting it into practice is remarkably difficult.

He's still wondering how to work this new part of your dynamic when you decide to take the bull by the horns. He wakes up and shoots a text to Hiragi, telling him he'll meet him at the bakery to help paint the new sign, but he receives a text back saying it's been taken care of. Well that clears things up a bit, he thinks. So he goes to Kotoha's knowing she's been needing someone to do a supply run...only to find the first years already carrying the groceries over, and when he tries to help put them away? He's blocked from them, Nirei stuttering that they can handle it on their own.

His sister chimes in, though, that she thinks you really needed help with something over near the park. He thanks her, figuring his two main task for the day were complete, albeit almost immediately without him lifting a finger. By the time he makes his way to you, it seems you've been sitting for a while, passing the time on your phone wearing one of his old hoodies.

"You needed help lovebug?" He's asking, a hand running rough his hair, breath taken at the sight of you. You don't look any way different from any other day, but the feeling he gets in his chest when he sees you has yet to fade and he doesn't think it ever will.

"Yeah. It's a tough job. Think you can help?"

"Anything for you." You can tell by his voice and the look on his face that he means it.

"I want my boyfriend to relax for the day. Do you know how I can make that happen?" Faux innocence filling your expression. A few things click in his head at once. Throughout the week, his schedule seemed to be getting freer and freer no matter how many people he'd heard needed help with something. Every time he checked in with the person, someone had already taken care of it vehemently denying a need for any more assistance. Even today, the two things he planned to do were quickly swept up and deposited for someone else to do.

The look on your face, and your question have the last puzzle piece fitting into place. He'd smack himself for taking this long to notice if he wasn't flushing a bit right now. You were around less during the week or at the very least on your phone a bit more than usual, but he chalked it up to it being a busy week for you. He never would've thought you were working behind the scenes to lighten his load.

He'd gotten more done for himself this week than he had in a while and he had you to thank for that, even though it took him a while to figure it out. He thought briefly about thanking you, but realized this is what you wanted to do, no thanks necessary. So he shrugs before answering your question.

"I could've sworn he said something about really wanting to kiss you right now. He's around here somewhere I think," he's walking closer, hand on his chin, looking around as if to search for himself.

"Great, when you find him, let him know I've got a pillow and blanket fort set up at home with a stack of movies near the TV." You dodge him, twisting out of the way to head in the direction of your place. He huffs a laugh before running up to your side, arm wrapping around your waist, and drawing you in a close hug. He presses a big kiss to the crown of your head, and releases you just enough to keep walking. He feels lighter than he has in a while, and if you'd been asked, you would've told him the same thing.

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt. 60)

(sneek peak)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Life changes come in many many forms; courting gifts, leaving jobs, and...Murder

Tags: Slow burn getting warmer, Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, Trans! Tae, Transphobia, gender thoughts, workplace discrimination, flashbacks, murder, graphic violence blood, suicidal actions

W/c: 11.5k

A/n: ah i'm hoping i'll finish this in time! if not T-T i'll be attending my cousins wedding at the time this is posted so! give me lots of love when you read it cuz i'm so nervous~ i've never been around so many fancy people before. also that photo of hobi? in the moodboard? tell me why it makes my heart FLUTTER!!!

Previous part ~ Masterlist

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Chapter 60: Glass Slippers

Your breath goes just a little bit rapid, just a little, hitching when you think of it.

“Did Jin tell you anything?”

“He didn’t. Although my secretary did inform me that he filled out the paperwork for you.” The air in the therapist’s office is cold. Cold enough that it has you wrapping your sweater sleeves over your knuckles.

Your cheeks heat “My pack they- get a bit- protective.” Your fingers circle your wrist. You’re glad that Hobi convinced you to take one of his sweatshirts. He'd had a strange look on his face while he zipped it up, and you'd had to worry and wonder about it the whole morning. You'd worried more once he texted, just after he must have gotten to work.

“I have kind of a history of self-destructive behavior and I- I kind fell into bad habits a few days ago and blew up. It was all kind of triggered by this like- thing that happened with me and my other packmate.” It’s surprisingly easy to tell the truth.

You’re a right side better than you have been the last few weeks, now. A little bit more present, less foggy. The doctor just looks at her screen and not at you. What is it with her asking questions that make you not want to lie? Why does it feel like you should anyway?

Dr. Rima reads between the lines, what you're trying to say without saying it. “Is there a possibility of you hurting yourself again?” She clicks at the screen a little rapidly.

“No.”

The truth is you have no idea. It seems best to lie in this situation. But you consider it; one of your packmates making the call that you are too much to handle, that you need more help than they can offer. You imagine what it would be like to be in inpatient care. Grippy socks and group therapy and probably observed mealtimes. Maybe Iv's and feeding tubes if it came to that. Away from the pack and away from Yoongi.

He’s just downstairs, but that feels too far. There was no way that he was going to let you do this alone, you wouldn't be surprised if he never left the waiting room.

It’s just a therapy session. The very thing that you once refused. But now that you're here you might as well heal, you might as well work to stop this endless train of brief highs and endless lows. you'll give it a go, why not? What do you have to lose?

And yet, the texts from Hobi remain unanswered:

Ho-🐝 (9:48): Hey, I’m really proud of you.

Ho-🐝 (9:48): I’m really happy I get to be your packmate. In case you ever worry.

Ho-🐝 (9:49): And your best friend too <3

Ho-🐝 (9:51): Just so you knowwww

Coming Saturday September 23rd at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustment Below)

[hookedsworks]

HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day 7: Bruising or Bitemarks // Virgin // Ice Play (<- psst if you want ice play it's back in day 1)

Word count: 1042

Masterpost

SLEEP TOKEN FANFICTION

CW/TW: pushy/dark!IV is back, bitchy!Vessel, emotional support!II, first time doing anal (it counts as virgin, I've just decided), bruising/biting/sucking, "excessive" lube use

“When are you gonna let me take you, huh?” IV grinned at Vessel when he walked into the den. He was playing a game, lounging and thinking about finally being able to fuck Vessel. Vessel had always been so nervous, so skittish about penetration. IV wished he'd just try it, just to see, just to learn exactly how good it is. He turned his big baby eyes on IV, wider than a deer in headlights. “I'd make it good, you know?” 

“It’s gonna hurt,” Vessel shook his head. IV paused his game and stood up. He wrapped his arms around Vessel and squeezed lightly. 

“You think I’d hurt you, baby? Let me try. You got anything you’re doing today? I could take you apart right now,” IV grinned up at Vessel, who he saw melting. “You know, even if you don’t actually want to, if nothing else I’ll make you feel good,” he kept pushing, murmuring things to Vessel and tugging his earlobe with his teeth. 

“I-uh-ah-okay fine!” Vessel caved as IV insisted and murmured and licked at his neck. IV grabbed his hand and hauled Vessel to his bedroom. “C-can II be here?” 

“I can’t have you all to myself, hm?” 

“M’scared,” IV hid his look of disappointment - he wanted to take Vessel’s remaining virginity all for himself. 

“Alright, fine. He can hold your hand and everything. II!” he then shouted across the house. II came bounding in like a cute little deer. 

“What’s up?” 

“Vessel is going to let me try to take him, but he wants you to hold his hand while I do it,” II barked out a laugh, but then he saw Vessel’s face. 

“Oh, hun, you’re really scared? IV will be good to you. I’ll come with you,” they all traipsed off to IV’s bedroom then. 

Vessel was naked and panting. IV had kissed and licked and bitten every part of Vessel until he was begging to cum. 

“You think he’s ready?” IV murmured to II, who was watching everything with his cock in his hand. II nodded. IV grabbed Vessel’s hips and flipped him over. II grabbed Vessel’s hand then and squeezed it. 

“You say something if it gets to be too much, okay?” Vessel nodded, desperate and probably on the edge of tears. IV warmed some lube on his fingers and then delicately touched Vessel. Vessel, as expected, flinched. He slid his fingers down to Vessel’s hole and spread lube around it. “See, that’s not so bad is it?” II kissed Vessel’s neck then. And then, because he could tell IV had left hickies over every other inch of Vessel, he sucked a dark hickey right under Vessel’s jawbone. IV inhaled hard through his teeth and stopped himself from taking Vessel then and there. He couldn’t help it - he wanted to make Vessel cry. He slowly worked his index finger inside of Vessel. Vessel hissed and whined. 

“Are you using any lube?” he had such a bitchy tone, IV needed to sass him right back. IV withdrew his index finger and grabbed the whole bottle of lube. He drizzled icy lube between Vessel’s cheeks, making him whine again. “Goddammit, IV,” 

“Breathe for me,” was all IV said in response as he worked his index finger into Vessel. He got his index finger all the way in without further complaint, and then withdrew it mostly. He got more lube on his finger, and then tried to sneak his middle finger in with his index. He went slowly, but Vessel whined regardless. 

“That feels bigger, I swear, did you add another finger already?” IV ignored him. He knew that if Vessel just felt for a second, then he’d start to enjoy it. IV searched for a second with his index finger. A long, desperate whine jumped out of Vessel then, and IV knew he’d found his prostate. 

“There we go, isn’t that better,” he didn’t think he actually cared if it was better. He was finally two fingers deep in his bitchy boy. The tight heat would be everything on his cock later. And it would be today, he knew it. He wasn’t letting Vessel leave without getting IV’s dick in him. He tortured Vessel’s prostate until he came. That had not been IV’s intention, but then he figured that getting an orgasm out of Vessel would relax him. Once Vessel came down, he turned back and bitched at IV. 

“I just washed my sheets, IV!” IV still had two fingers inside of Vessel. He worked a third in with little warning or gentleness. Vessel threw his head back then, and… pushed against IV’s fingers. 

“You like it now?” he asked, feeling Vessel kind of fuck himself on IV’s fingers. 

“I-I don’t-m’not sure,” Vessel mumbled, after realizing he had pushed IV’s fingers further into him. II was staring at both of them, wide eyed. He nodded at IV then. IV raised an eyebrow at him, but took the meaning all the same. IV settled then, cockhead at Vessel’s ass. He leaned up, and sunk his teeth into Vessel’s neck, opposite II’s softer hickey. 

“No, stop…” he moved his hands up to IV’s shoulders, pushing him off of his neck. IV didn’t budge, sucking a bruise into the spot under Vessel’s ear, grunting.

“You’re mine now,” and with that, he pushed inside of Vessel. He paused for a second, the tightness pushing him toward a breaking point already. “Finally,” he groaned. He’d just barely gotten his cockhead inside. He didn’t want to fuck up and cum now. He wanted to get at least half of his dick inside. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Vessel was making these adorable little noises, whining and groaning about IV being in him. IV pushed further, and Vessel clenched so hard he thought his dick was going to snap off inside of Vessel. It was too much. He came. IV’s cum was hot and strange and foreign inside of Vessel. The heat was… he never thought he’d like this. But IV had taken his last virginity and he hadn’t totally hated it. 

Later, Vessel looked in the mirror and screamed. IV had left a million marks on him. He stalked out to the den and chucked a hairbrush at IV, shouting “how dare you!” with angry tears in his eyes.

II stared after Vessel, shocked by his outburst. IV just laughed.

[libbytwq]

hey can i be sappy for a moment, i feel like getting a thing off my chest (positive vent)

I love you all in the SMG4 Tumblr community so much. Y'all are absolutely epic and amazing and so creative and just. chill.

I've always been so nervous about joining set fandoms/fandom communities, cuz usually the community is huge and overwhelming, toxic, scary, crazy, and the idea of being in those communities and interacting with people in those communities and being in there not just to post a dingle fanart from it and dip, but to help be a big part of the community and whatnot sounded... overwhelming.

Then I slowly began getting super hyperfixated on SMG4, much more than I usually am, leading me to post more about it. Fanart, things I notice, goofy theories... more than just me saying a couple things i like about it, posting a fanart, then moving onto something else.

I started kinda just exploring the SMG4 tags and gradually, I began recognizing most of the people in this community more and more -- recognizing art styles, etc. I noticed how small a community it was.

And it was a mostly chill community. I wasn't really seeing much drama or questionable things, maybe some criticisms about the show or theories or whatever, but nobody was at each others throats. Plus, the fan OCs were super neat.

I had begun posting more and more SMG4 content, drawing fanart, their OCs, and the fact people were so just... chill and welcoming about it was so nice. It wasn't nearly as scary -- we are all just vibing here. Most of the artists you look up to will probably see your work, and give it attention too.

It feels super strange to be considered an SMG4 Tumblr artist, having people literally enjoying the things I make and making things for me when they make things for SMG4 fanartists... its honestly super surreal. But so so exciting and euphoric.

Cuz yall are so awesome!! Yall make my day so bright. Yall are the best.

I'll be honest, when I first was slowly being a part of the SMG4 community -- sometime right after summer vacation began -- I had been dealing with some petty but difficult irl person issues.

I don't want to get into it too much, but I had basically messed up in a pretty bad way (enough to make me feel bad the moment I did it, but not enough that we couldn't move on and mature from it), and the people involved were hurt worse than I thought they were, and instead of trying to talk it out they resorted lying about being my friends for months before school ended, and over summer break, tried to cancel one of my Scratch account and drag my followers there into drama that they had no business being in, for the simple reason being "you don't deserve all that fame".

Despite their attempt at trying to cancel me not really working out very well, it very much affected me negatively and made me very very scared about using Scratch again. I still post projects there sometimes, but i felt weird when i do it. I felt like those people were watching my every move, waiting to try and drag me down again. It felt so strange and scary to feel like the people I once cared so deeply about are breathing down my neck, waiting for me to make another wrong move and add it to their proof of why I'm an awful person.

It sucks ass.

The SMG4 community here on Tumblr, despite none of you knowing I was going through anything at all, you all helped a lot. Just existing.

Being a welcoming community that I feel safe to be silly and normal in.

I've never been the best at expressing appreciation, but let me just say:

I think of you all so highly and I never want you to change.

Keep making silly art. Or fanfics. Or AUs. Or OCs. Or whatever you like doing in this tiny close-knit fandom.

Keep doing everything you're doing to make this community mean so much to me.

❤️❤️❤️

...this sounds like im leaving the community,, IM NOT I just wanted to get it off my chest cuz ive been experiencing the emotions™ yknow, sorry that its not like my regular posts lol, im not gonna post like this much LMAOOO

TL;DR: yall are fuckin awesome please keep being awesome forever and ever ily bye

[crazystargirl]

jealous? i don't get jealous! ♥

NONE OF THESE LINKS BELOW ARE UPDATED

pt. 4 || pt.5 || nothing lmao

pairing ♥: spider soccoro x reader, spider soccoro x human!reader, jealous!spider soccoro x reader

word count ♥: 0.7k!

author's note ♥: at the end this time lmao

you and lo'ak walk back to the camp in silence, you can tell he's nervous or thinking. whatever but basically he had something on his mind

you stop and lo'ak stops and looks at you, confused why you stopped randomly

"Lo'ak you've been acting so weird this whole trip and don't use the excuse that you're thinking."

lo'ak moves closer to you and sighs, taking in your annoyed expression 

"ive been thinking but i think im ready to tell you…y/n/n i really like you like not as a friend but y'know"

you're taken aback, no ones ever confessed to you before but if you're being really honest you've never seen lo'ak as anything more than a brother

"y/n?" Lo'ak says, moving closer to you to cup your cheek

on instinct you move away, flinching. the only person you've ever let do that to you was spider.

"Lo'ak im sorry but i dont see you the same way" you say

he looks dejected and hurt. you feel bad but honestly you've always seen the sully kids as siblings

"its fine" he says bluntly, turning around and walking off

you follow him until you guys get to the camp, seeing the rest of the group already there

spider goes over to you giving you a hug, after seeing your face

"hey y/n/n what's wrong" spider says rubbing your back as you hug him back

"can we go talk in private please?" you say looking up at spider

he nods and takes your hand and pulling you into a secluded area 

meanwhile kiri and neteyam notice lo'aks face of disgust and sadness?

"hey lil bro whats wring?" neteyam says, putting his arm around lo'ak 

"yeah you look like spider just squished your favorite toy" kiri says laughing, but then pauses "oh shit! did you confess to y/n??"

lo'ak nods and neteyam and kiri look at each other

"well clearly that didn't go well" kiri says snorting, she had made it clear when she had first heard lo'ak talking about y/n that she would like to never ever see them two in a relationship

"hey lo'ak its ok, y'know maybe you guys wouldn't have been good together" neteyam says, patting lo'aks back

little did they know that lo'ak was seething because he knew that it was obvious that y/n had rejected him and spider was probably going to confess to her

"spider and y/n are most likely gonna become a thing and well…damn thats gonna be awkward"

the three of them sit there thinking about what lo'ak had said until tuk pops out of nowhere

"Lo'ak it's ok if they like each other! mom says we have to be happy for each other even if it makes you sad" tuk says giving lo'ak a hug

the older sully kids look at her in shock, they've never heard tuk say something that wise

lo'ak nods, "thanks tuk, I'll keep that mind" 

well lo'ak was right about what spider had in mind when you two went to talk private

when you two got to the secluded area, spider sat you down and cupped your cheeks

"hey baby what's wrong?" 

"well lo'ak confessed to me and well…"

spider freezes, suddenly feeling jealous. did lo'ak confess and you accepted? (a/n ♥︎ - so sorry i have no idea what to call it)

"i rejected him but i feel like things are going to be awkward between me and him now" you finish, looking down

while you were looking away, spider was practically grinning because now he knew he didn't have competition anymore

he took your face in his hands and looked at you

"y/n i know this might be a bad time honestly I've been wanting to do this for a while so…will you go out with me?"

you start smiling like crazy and blushing, you've had a crush on spider for a while and you loved it whenever he was affection with you or called you baby or love even though yall weren't dating

"so i take that as a yes?" Spider says, grinning at your expression

"yes yes yes!! spider i would love that" you say

"well i would kiss you now now but y'know the exopacks" spider says hugging you tightly

you giggle at his response

"maybe we can kiss when we get back?" you say

"that we can do" spider said, stroking your hair, "i love you y/n/n" 

"i love you too spider"

from a distance the sully family watched yall embracing. they were all happy for yall and wondered if this would change things but honestly who cared, at least you two were happy

a/n ♥︎ - AND THATS A WRAP BITCHES (i love saying that lmao), but i finally finished this series! tysm to everyone who waited around for each part and even more thanks to the ppl on the series taglist for giving me the motivation to write more parts. special ty to my bby cass for being so damn supportive of me, ilysmmmm. sorry if this is a bit rushed, i wanted to finish the last part so i could get started on the smau but ty again to everyone who's been here since may :)) 

series taglist ♥: @ok-boke, @spiderscrrowife, @myh3artttt, @multi-simp-page, @universal-s1ut

regular taglist ♥: @xyzstar, @ourloveisgod23, @dizscreams, @kaesworldxx, @bhk1234uwu, @nonniesworld, @lanaslittletwinkie

©crazystargirl 2023 || do NOT copy or repost my work without my permission

[welcometomyworldbabes]

i'm sorry ~ part III

background: You’ve been friends with Shawn, as well as Cory, since your best friend Topanga introduced you to them. You immediately hit it off, and the four of you have been friends ever since. But recently, you’ve realized that you might have feelings for Shawn.

pronouns used: she/her

warning: none

author’s note: i know it took me a while but here is part III. this isn’t really edited, i wanted to get this out as soon as possible. unlike the other 2 parts, this part is entirely in your p.o.v. if you haven’t already, please read part one and part two so you’re caught up! there will be a part IV, so stay tuned and enjoy!

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“Y/N! Shawn’s at the door for you!”

I didn’t want to see him let alone talk to him. But I also didn’t want to talk to my parents about why I didn’t want to.

“Can you tell him to come up here?”

“Hey…”

“Hey.”

“You know, I didn’t actually think that you’d want to talk to me,” he laughed.

I looked down as I answered. “I didn’t...”

He sighs as he says, “Look, I’m real sorry Y/N/N–”

“Alright.”

He steps closer to me. “I mean it. I-I shouldn’t have left you alone-”

“Is that why you think I’m mad at you?”

“Well, that and…” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and mumbled, “...not looking for you.”

“...Okay.”

“That’s it? Okay?”

“What do you want me to say?”

He ran his hands through his hair. “C’mon Y/N…”

“No, seriously, how did you expect this to go?” I started. “What you did wasn’t an accident: it was a choice. It was your choice to ask me instead of the girl you actually wanted to be with. It was your choice to leave me without saying anything. And it was your choice to spend the night with the girl you wanted to go with.”

He’s visibly nervous. His hands are deep in his pockets, he’s rocking back and forth, and he’s staring at the ground. I wonder if he can feel my eyes on him. A part of me wanted to feel bad for making him uncomfortable, but that feeling quickly went away when I remembered what Topanga told me on our way home that night.

“It wasn’t the fact that you left me to go hookup with someone that made me mad, I mean that was part of it, but I would have just let that go…Do you want to know what really hurt me?”

Shawn slowly looks up at me, his eyes bearing into mine.

“Cory and Topanga went looking for us because we had “disappeared”. Topanga found you, and when she told you that she couldn’t find me, you said you were “preoccupied” and brushed it off like it was no big deal.”

“Y/N/N I swear, I-I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t mean it.”

“Why would you even say something like that to begin with? Especially about someone that you call your best friend?”

He adverted his eyes, he couldn’t even look at me.

Good.

“I could’ve been in that bathroom with Leonardo DiCaprio, and I would still would have left to go find you. Because that’s what you do when you care about someone…Do you even care about me, Shawn?”

I hated the fact that my voice cracked, but I was seriously a few words away from crying, and I didn’t want to look at him anymore.

“Of course I do,” he replied. I could feel his hesitance as he made his way closer to me. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am about the things that I said, the things that I did. I was caught up in a moment and I wasn’t listening. And I-I know that’s not an excuse and I’m not trying to say it is. It was stupid, I was stupid. And wrong, so, so wrong. I shouldn’t have left you without saying anything, and I should have been there for you, I know. No one should feel like they’re not wanted…”

He brought his hand up to my face, turning it to face him.

“…especially you.”

We stayed like that, staring into each other's eyes in silence, until he wrapped his arm around me and joked: “…and I should know, neither of my parents wanted me.”

“Shawn…”

“Okay, I know, I shouldn’t joke about that, but still. I care about you so much, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you, you gotta believe that. And I’ll do anything, and I mean anything, to make it up to you…”

I just looked at him. I didn’t really know what to say.

“I-I don’t want to be the reason I lose you, Y/N/N.”

[blingblong55]

Send Me On My Way- 141

A/N: Okay but please tell me you also don't see this song fitting for this one!?

Based on a request:

Ive seen your 141xf1 fic bestie I know you do weird(and also amazing) crossovers so i have one for you How about 141xsailor!reader Not like a pirate but a competitive sailor, like they race and take a part in regattas Feel free to ignore and have a great day Idk how to comment on the stuff you wrote me about the sailor request so im just gonna leave it here :] Im fine with the reader being rich, i honestly though of it as a family thing, generation after generation of competitive sailors but needles to say that rich kid option is easier I love the thought of the reader teaching them though, amazing, stunning, beautiful I also honestly admire your work, mate, the shit that you have to put into it, and you do it for FREE Anyway, thx for everything, stay safe and take care of yourself mate ❤️❤️❤️

GN!Reader, sailor!reader, competitive sailor!reader, posh(wealthy)!reader, fluff?

Since you can remember, your family has participated in regattas. It has been a sport your family has carried through every generation, it started with your great-great-grandfather by The Whitsunday Islands. And now as an adult, you have found yourself teaching Kyle and his three other mates.

Soon you learned Kyle was nicknamed Gaz. Soap and Price let you in on the story behind that. As the five of you headed down to the perfect spot for them to learn how to learn the way of the waters in your small but amazing sailboat. Ghost was in some rather comfortable trousers, Gaz in the most fitting outfit for such time, Price and Soap in a more relaxed attire than you or the others. Those two are in for a treat, that is for sure.

The men are all excited as they board the sailboat, you helped them all, mainly because they were nervous and you teased them too much to make them feel this way at the moment. As you helped them put on their vests and gave them a rundown of what each rope was meant for and how they could control it, they seemed less nervous.

Hours went by and the four men had the hand of it, that was until a gush of wind that was too strong for them almost flipped you all over. The men did their best until Soap lost balance, tried to hold onto his captain and soon they were overboard. "Soap!" Price said, Bonnie hat floating away. "Sorry sir but I was falling."

"You didn't have to drag me down!"

The three of you on board laughing, Ghost took a picture and will be using it anytime Price dares to brag to the soldiers at base about today. Gaz had to sit down after watching Price get back in, not because he was exhausted but because he laughed too hard his stomach hurt a little. For hours, the five of you sailed the waters, enjoying the peaceful moment. It was something new amongst the four soldiers, having such a peaceful moment that you brought upon them. After the laughter and the shared stories and the booze, silent feel upon you all. Ghost sat on the edge, and placed his hand in the water as you guided them back to land.

Gaz sat by you, watching what you do. It was like seeing younger you all over again. Waving the trophy as he watched your family win that year. Then back when you were 24, watching you from land you gained places, winning over the other solos in the water. That was something he admired from you, no wind or bad weather seemed to affect your mood or readiness. Price envisioned himself doing this once he retires, maybe bringing the other three men along him and who knows maybe you'll even join them.

Five months after that memorable moment, the four men watched as you, once again won. They felt normal like their hands were clean and their guns were non-existent when they were in the crowd. Maybe there is a life after the war they go through each mission.

Tags: @agasawit

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

Formal request for part 3 of At Last 🫶🏼 I love love love how you show the soft side of Portia 🥹

At Last Part III (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader)

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Author's note: Hiya, love. Awe thank you so much for requesting a Part III. I do hope this finds you well and I certainly hope I did not disappoint. I've been very busy with "business" meetings and scheduling and rescheduling appointments. But don't worry everything will be out and about soon enough.

Summary: Penelope decides to apologize for her actions and soon realizes how bad she had messed up but she wants to make things right as she head over to your home. Rekindling such fire can be hard.

Warning(s): Emotional confrontation, family reconciliation, mentions of past hurt and relationship doubts, emotional resolution, tender moment, implied social pressure, flustered Portia, Gossip

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Days passed, but the lingering weight of the confrontation in the garden had yet to lift. The tension between Portia and Penelope remained thick, though they barely spoke to each other. Portia had retreated into herself, her mask of propriety stronger than ever, refusing to let her guard down again. Penelope, on the other hand, couldn’t shake the guilt that gnawed at her.

The more she thought about it, the more Penelope realized how wrong she had been. Her mother had been hurt—truly hurt—for far longer than she could have ever imagined, and Penelope’s own harsh words had only deepened that pain. The reality of what her mother had endured, especially with her father, weighed heavily on her heart.

But what troubled Penelope most was how her mother had experienced love for the first time—with you. She had overheard it all: the truth about Archibald, how he had treated Portia, and how you had given Portia something she had never had before. Love. Real love.

And Penelope had torn that away from her.

Unable to bear the weight of her guilt any longer, Penelope decided to pay you a visit. She knew she needed to make amends—not just for her own conscience, but for her mother’s sake. She couldn’t let this silence and pain continue. Not when there was still time to fix it.

She found your residence, a small but charming townhouse just outside the city. Her heart raced as she approached the door, her mind filled with the memory of how you had stormed off in anger after the confrontation. Would you even hear her out? Would you slam the door in her face?

Taking a deep breath, Penelope knocked on the door, fidgeting with the hem of her dress as she waited.

After a moment, the door opened, and there you stood. Your expression immediately shifted when you saw who it was—a mixture of surprise, wariness, and a hint of the hurt that still lingered in your eyes. For a long, awkward beat, neither of you spoke.

Finally, Penelope broke the silence. “I... I wanted to talk to you,” she said quietly, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “If you’ll let me.”

You hesitated for a moment, your expression guarded, but eventually, you stepped aside and gestured for her to enter. Penelope walked in, feeling even more nervous now that she was inside your home. The space was cozy and warm, a reflection of you—filled with books, flowers, and soft touches that made it feel welcoming.

You closed the door behind her and folded your arms, waiting for her to speak. The silence hung heavy between you.

Penelope took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “I... I came to apologize,” she began, her eyes downcast. “For everything I said to my mother. For everything I said to you.”

You remained silent, your eyes watching her intently, but you didn’t interrupt.

“I didn’t understand,” Penelope continued, her voice shaky. “I didn’t understand how much my mother had been through... with my father... with all of it. I’ve always known my mother to be strong, but I never realized how much she was hiding.” She paused, swallowing hard. “And I didn’t realize how much you meant to her. I... I’ve been a fool.”

You exhaled softly, your arms lowering as some of the tension left your body. “Penelope,” you said quietly, “your mother... she’s been through a lot. More than you or anyone else knows. I never wanted to come between the two of you, but what we had—what we have—is real. She deserves to be loved for who she is, not for who society expects her to be.”

Penelope’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded. “I know. And I’ve ruined that, haven’t I?” Her voice cracked slightly. “I was so worried about what people would think, about how it would affect our family, that I didn’t even stop to think about what it would do to her. I never knew... that she didn’t feel love with my father. I never knew how trapped she felt.”

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face as the memories of the last few days washed over you. “You didn’t ruin everything,” you said, though the hurt was still evident in your tone. “But you hurt her. Badly. She’s trying to hold it together, but she’s breaking inside. She feels like she can’t have this... that she can’t be happy because of the expectations everyone has for her.”

Penelope bit her lip, the tears now slipping down her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I was just... I was scared. Scared of what people would say, scared of losing her to something I didn’t understand.” She wiped her tears quickly, trying to compose herself. “But now I know that I was wrong. So wrong.”

She looked up at you, her eyes pleading. “Please, if there’s any way to fix this... I’ll do whatever it takes. I just want my mother to be happy. And I can see that she’s only happy with you.”

Your heart ached at Penelope’s words, and you felt a small flicker of hope inside you, but the pain of Portia’s rejection still stung. “It’s not that simple, Penelope,” you said softly. “Your mother is scared. She’s convinced that this kind of love isn’t meant for her, that she can’t have it without ruining everything she’s worked for.”

“I know,” Penelope whispered, her voice barely audible. “But she deserves to have it. I realize that now. And I... I want to help her see that.”

You studied her for a moment, seeing the genuine remorse in her eyes. Penelope had been blind before, but now, she was beginning to understand.

“I can’t promise that things will go back to the way they were,” you said finally. “But maybe... maybe if she sees that you’re on her side, it’ll help.”

Penelope nodded fervently, relief flooding her expression. “I’ll do whatever I can. I’ll talk to her. I’ll tell her... that I was wrong. And that I just want her to be happy.”

You offered her a small, tired smile. “That’s all anyone wants.”

Penelope hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer to you. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “Thank you for loving her... and for standing by her when no one else did. I know it wasn’t easy.”

You shook your head. “It wasn’t. But I don’t regret it.”

Penelope’s eyes filled with gratitude, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability in her that she often hid behind her sharp wit and strong demeanor. “I’ll make this right,” she promised.

As she turned to leave, she paused at the door and looked back at you one last time. “I’ll talk to her. And I hope... I hope you’ll come back to her. She needs you.”

You didn’t respond right away, but the weight of her words hung in the air as she walked out, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It wasn’t long after that Penelope returned to the Featherington estate, determined to make amends with her mother. But when she found Portia sitting in the parlor, elegantly composed as always, the weight of what she was about to say pressed down on her.

“Mother,” Penelope began softly, stepping into the room.

Portia looked up from her tea, her expression unreadable. “Yes, Penelope?”

Penelope hesitated for a moment, the memory of your conversation fresh in her mind. She knew she had to be careful, but she also knew she couldn’t avoid the truth anymore.

“I... I spoke to her,” Penelope admitted quietly, her eyes meeting Portia’s. “The woman you’ve been seeing.”

Portia’s hand froze midair, her grip on her teacup tightening. For a long moment, she said nothing, her face carefully blank.

“What did she say?” Portia asked finally, her voice measured.

Penelope swallowed hard, her heart racing. “She... she loves you, Mother. And she’s hurt. Hurt because you pushed her away.”

Portia’s composure cracked, just for a moment, as her eyes softened with a hint of vulnerability. “Penelope, I had to—”

“No,” Penelope interrupted, her voice shaking. “You didn’t. You didn’t have to push her away because of me, or because of what people will think. I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

Portia blinked, her expression shifting as she processed her daughter’s words.

“I just want you to be happy,” Penelope continued, tears welling up in her eyes. “And if she makes you happy, then... then I’ll support you. No matter what.”

For the first time in days, something shifted in Portia’s demeanor. The mask she had been wearing began to crumble, and for a brief moment, Penelope saw her mother not as the perfect, composed Lady Featherington, but as a woman who had been deeply wounded and was now searching for a way to heal.

The ballroom was a scene of elegance and sophistication, with ladies adorned in the finest gowns and gentlemen in their best attire. The air was filled with lively chatter and the soft melody of violins playing in the background. You had attended many of these balls before, but tonight felt different—heavy. You weren’t sure if it was because you knew Portia would be here, or if it was because this was the first time you would see her since everything had fallen apart.

The weeks since your separation had been unbearable. You had tried to move forward, but no matter what you did, thoughts of her lingered, like a wound that refused to heal. You were haunted by the memory of her tears, the sound of her voice breaking when she told you it couldn’t last. But tonight, as you stood at the edge of the ballroom, watching the couples waltz by, you felt the unmistakable presence of Portia Featherington.

When your eyes finally found her, you felt your heart skip a beat. She was as stunning as ever, her gown a deep emerald that matched her eyes, her hair swept elegantly to one side. But there was something more vulnerable about her tonight, something softer in the way she moved, as though she were carrying the weight of something unspoken.

Portia’s gaze met yours across the room, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Her breath caught in her throat, and you could see the hesitation in her eyes—the same hesitation that had caused her to push you away. But this time, there was something else, too. Regret. Longing.

Without thinking, you made your way toward her, your heart pounding in your chest with every step. The closer you got, the more palpable the tension between you became, until finally, you stood before her, the rest of the world fading into the background.

“Portia,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the music. You hadn’t intended to say her name like a prayer, but it came out that way, filled with all the emotions you had been holding inside.

Portia’s lips parted, her expression softening as she took a deep breath. “I... I’ve been meaning to speak with you,” she said quietly, her voice trembling just slightly. “I’ve spent these last days thinking about everything... and I realized I was wrong. So wrong.”

You stood there, your heart aching as you listened, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to respond.

“I pushed you away because I was scared,” Portia continued, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Scared of what people would think, scared of what it might mean for my family. But I was wrong. I was wrong to push you away. I was wrong to think I couldn’t have this... have you.” Her voice faltered, and she reached out, her hand trembling slightly as it found yours. “You mean more to me than any of that. More than I ever realized.”

Her words broke something inside you, and before you knew it, tears were spilling down your cheeks, falling freely as you stood there, overwhelmed by the raw emotion in her voice. You tried to speak, but no words came—just the sound of your soft, ragged breathing.

Portia’s eyes widened in alarm as she saw the tears falling from your eyes, her grip tightening on your hand. “Oh no,” she whispered, her voice panicked. “Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean to—”

Before she could finish, you stepped forward, cupping her face in your hands and pulling her into a kiss. The moment your lips met, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace. The kiss was soft, slow, and filled with everything you had been holding back—the longing, the pain, the love.

Portia melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around you as she kissed you back with a tenderness that took your breath away. All the fear, all the doubt, seemed to disappear in that moment, replaced by the certainty that this—you—was what she wanted. That she had been wrong to let go, and now, she was ready to hold on.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, Portia rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed as she whispered, “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Tears continued to slip from your eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy, of relief. “I love you too,” you whispered back, your voice thick with emotion.

Nearby, Colin and Penelope stood together, watching the tender moment unfold between you and Portia. Penelope’s eyes were wide with surprise, but Colin, ever the supportive husband, leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“You see?” Colin murmured softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “That’s what love looks like. Your mother deserves to be happy, Pen. She’s been through enough.”

Penelope glanced up at her husband, still processing what she had just witnessed. A part of her had always struggled with the idea of her mother finding love again, especially in such an unexpected way. But now, watching the two of you together—seeing the way Portia looked at you, the way you held each other as though the world had fallen away—she couldn’t deny it.

“They do look happy, don’t they?” Penelope whispered, her voice soft as she watched her mother smile in a way she hadn’t seen in years.

Colin nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her back. “Happier than I’ve ever seen her.”

Penelope sighed, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned into Colin’s side. “Maybe... maybe I was too hard on her.”

Colin smiled down at her, kissing her temple. “You were scared. We all were. But it looks like things are falling into place.”

Penelope watched as you and Portia continued to hold each other, the love between you undeniable. She realized then that her mother hadn’t just found something new—she had found something real, something that had been missing from her life for far too long.

With a soft smile, Penelope nodded. “I think you’re right.”

Colin chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I usually am.”

As the music played on and the couples continued to dance around you, you and Portia remained in each other’s arms, your foreheads still pressed together, lost in the moment. The weight of the past weeks had finally lifted, replaced by the promise of something new—something beautiful.

“I’m not letting go again,” Portia whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

You smiled, brushing a tear from her cheek as you kissed her again, softer this time. “Neither am I.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her love, you knew that nothing could tear the two of you apart.

The music in the ballroom swelled softly around you as you and Portia remained locked in each other's embrace, the world seemingly forgotten. Her arms tightened around you, her face buried in your neck, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of her breath against your skin. It was as if all the hurt and confusion of the past few weeks had dissolved in the warmth of her embrace, and now there was only this—only you and her.

As the music shifted, signaling the end of the current dance, you pulled back slightly, your hands resting on her waist as you gazed into her eyes. Portia’s face was radiant, her eyes shining with unshed tears, but this time they were tears of relief, of joy. The raw vulnerability in her expression made your heart swell with emotion.

“I can’t believe I almost lost you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

You shook your head gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You never lost me, Portia,” you murmured softly. “I was always here.”

Her lips quivered into a small, tender smile, and she leaned forward to press her forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered. “But I’m not going to let my fear take this away from us. Not again.”

You smiled back at her, feeling the warmth of her words settle into your chest. “We’re in this together now,” you said softly, tightening your hold on her. “No more running, no more hiding.”

Portia nodded, her eyes filled with love as she leaned in and kissed you again—this time slower, more tender, as if she were savoring the moment. And you kissed her back, your heart filled with the certainty that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

As the two of you pulled away, the sound of soft footsteps and a familiar voice caught your attention. Turning, you saw Penelope and Colin standing nearby, having clearly witnessed the entire exchange. Colin had an approving smile on his face, and Penelope... well, she looked a bit emotional, her lips pressed together as if trying to hold back tears.

Portia noticed them too and stiffened slightly, as though the weight of her daughter’s presence brought her back to reality. But before she could say anything, Penelope stepped forward, her face softening as she spoke.

“Mother,” Penelope began, her voice quieter than usual. “I wanted to... I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

Portia blinked in surprise, her hand instinctively reaching for yours as she faced her daughter. “Sorry?” she asked, her voice wavering slightly. “For what?”

Penelope bit her lip, casting a glance at Colin before looking back at Portia. “For the way I acted. For the things I said... about you and your happiness.” She hesitated, then continued, her voice filled with sincerity. “I was wrong. I didn’t understand what you were going through, and I didn’t realize how much this—how much she—meant to you. And I’m sorry for that.”

Portia stared at her daughter, clearly taken aback by the apology, her grip on your hand tightening slightly. You could see the tears welling up in her eyes again as she processed Penelope’s words.

“I just... I’ve never seen you like this before,” Penelope continued, her voice soft. “I’ve never seen you look so... free. And I think... I think you deserve that. You deserve to be happy.”

For a long moment, Portia said nothing. She simply stood there, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. You could feel the emotion radiating off her, the way her hand trembled slightly in yours.

Finally, Portia let out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Penelope.”

Penelope offered a small, tentative smile. “I just want you to know... that I’m on your side. No matter what.”

The tension in the air seemed to melt away as Portia’s expression softened, her eyes filled with a motherly warmth. She released your hand for just a moment to step forward and embrace Penelope, pulling her daughter into a tight hug.

“I’m so proud of you,” Portia whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “More than you know.”

Penelope’s face softened into a genuine smile as she hugged her mother back. “And I’m proud of you too.”

Colin, who had been standing quietly nearby, finally stepped forward with a grin. “Well, isn’t this a heartwarming moment,” he said with a chuckle, earning a playful swat from Penelope.

“Don’t ruin it, Colin,” Penelope teased, though there was no malice in her voice.

Colin raised his hands in mock surrender, but his eyes twinkled with warmth. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As the tender moment between mother and daughter settled, Portia turned back toward you, her eyes still glistening with emotion. She reached for your hand again, pulling you close. The touch of her fingers was steady now, filled with reassurance and certainty.

“Thank you,” she whispered to you, her voice barely audible to anyone else. “For waiting. For being here.”

You smiled at her, your heart full. “I would have waited forever for you, Portia.”

She smiled back at you, her eyes brimming with affection and gratitude. And as the music in the ballroom swelled again, you found yourselves swept into the next dance, Portia’s hand in yours, her heart finally free of the burdens she had carried for so long.

As you and Portia moved together, lost in each other, Penelope and Colin watched from the sidelines. Penelope leaned into her husband, her heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks.

“You were right, you know,” Penelope said softly, her head resting against Colin’s shoulder. “About all of this.”

Colin smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I usually am.”

Penelope chuckled, rolling her eyes affectionately. “Don’t get used to it.”

They both watched as Portia laughed—a sound that had become so rare in recent years—as you twirled her across the dance floor. It was clear to anyone watching that the two of you belonged together, that Portia had found something real and true in you.

“I think everything is going to be okay,” Penelope said quietly, her eyes softening as she watched her mother finally find happiness.

Colin smiled down at her, squeezing her hand gently. “I think so too.”

And for the first time in a long time, everything did feel okay. The future, once uncertain and clouded by doubt, now seemed full of hope and possibility. Portia had found love, and with you by her side, there was nothing she couldn’t face.

As the night went on and the stars began to twinkle in the sky outside the grand windows, you and Portia remained wrapped in each other’s arms, the music of the ballroom carrying you into a new chapter of your lives together.

As you and Portia danced across the ballroom floor, the warmth between you undeniable, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere around you. Though most of the guests were too caught up in their own conversations and dances, a few pairs of eyes followed your movements, whispers beginning to float through the room like the quiet rustling of leaves.

You could feel Portia tense slightly in your arms, her body stiffening just a little as she caught the murmurs. You knew what she was thinking—what she had feared all along. That the whispers of society would eventually catch up to her, that her love for you would become the subject of scandal.

But you weren’t about to let anyone or anything spoil this moment.

As the dance came to a graceful end, you leaned in, your lips brushing her ear as you whispered, “Let them talk.”

Portia blinked, her eyes flickering with uncertainty as she pulled back slightly to look at you. “But they’ll—”

“Talk,” you finished for her, giving her a reassuring smile. “They’ll talk, Portia. They always do. But you know what? It doesn’t matter. None of it matters.”

Portia stared at you for a moment, her lips parting as if to argue, but then she saw the determination in your eyes. The certainty that had once eluded her now shone brightly in your gaze, and slowly, she began to relax. Her grip on your hand tightened slightly as she exhaled a quiet breath.

“You’re right,” she whispered, almost as if she were reassuring herself. “Let them talk.”

You smiled warmly at her, your heart swelling with pride as she held her head a little higher, her shoulders squaring with a newfound confidence. The whispers might linger, but you knew Portia was stronger than all of them. And now, so did she.

As the music swelled for the next dance, you leaned down again, your voice teasing as you spoke. “What do you say we leave them to their gossip and take a walk in the garden? I think I owe you some privacy.”

Portia’s cheeks flushed at the suggestion, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I suppose a walk wouldn’t hurt,” she said, her tone light, though you could hear the flutter of excitement beneath her words.

Taking her hand, you led her out of the ballroom, past the curious gazes of onlookers, and through the grand doors that led to the estate’s sprawling garden. The cool night air greeted you both as you stepped into the moonlit paths, the soft glow of lanterns lining the garden walkways. The quiet of the night, accompanied by the rustle of leaves and the chirping of crickets, felt like a sanctuary away from the judgmental stares and whispers of the ballroom.

Portia walked beside you, her hand still tightly clasped in yours, though her mind seemed to wander. She glanced up at the sky, where the stars twinkled faintly, and sighed softly.

“It’s beautiful out here,” she murmured, her voice softer now, the tension of the evening slipping away.

You grinned, taking the opportunity to let your teasing nature surface once again. “Not as beautiful as you, though,” you said, giving her a playful smirk.

Portia’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, and she let out a small, exasperated huff, though you could tell she was secretly pleased by your compliment. “You’re incorrigible,” she muttered, though her lips curved into a reluctant smile.

“Only for you,” you replied smoothly, squeezing her hand as you led her down a more secluded path in the garden. The lanterns cast soft pools of light over the gravel walkway, illuminating the flowers that bloomed in the beds surrounding you. The scent of roses filled the air, mingling with the crisp night breeze, creating a sense of peace that contrasted sharply with the bustle of the ball inside.

Portia stole a glance at you, her eyes softening as she caught sight of your smile. “I suppose I shouldn’t complain,” she said with a soft chuckle. “It’s just... I’m not used to this. Not used to feeling so... flustered.”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a smirk. “Flustered? You?” you teased, stopping beneath an overhanging tree where the shadows provided even more privacy. “I thought nothing could rattle the great Lady Featherington.”

Portia huffed again, crossing her arms in mock indignation, though the playful glint in her eyes gave her away. “Don’t tease me,” she said, though there was no real anger in her voice.

You stepped closer, your hand gently trailing up her arm, and Portia’s breath hitched slightly as you leaned in, your lips hovering just near her ear. “I like it when you’re flustered,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing. “It’s adorable.”

Portia’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she turned her head away slightly, though you could see the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, but there was no denying the way her heart raced when you were near.

You grinned, your hand resting lightly on her waist as you pulled her a little closer. “Maybe,” you murmured, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “But you love it.”

Portia’s blush deepened, and she shot you a look of mock annoyance, though you could see the affection dancing in her eyes. “I suppose I do,” she admitted, her voice soft as she gazed up at you.

For a long moment, the two of you stood there, the garden quiet around you, the world reduced to just the two of you. The distant murmurs of the ball, the whispers of society—they all faded into nothing as you lost yourself in the warmth of her gaze.

Portia sighed softly, her arms uncrossing as she reached up to cup your cheek, her touch gentle. “I still can’t believe you’re here,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “That after everything... I didn’t lose you.”

You leaned into her touch, your heart swelling with emotion. “You never lost me,” you said softly, your voice filled with all the love you had held for her from the beginning. “And you never will.”

Portia’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but this time they were tears of joy, of relief. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that was soft and full of promise—a promise that, no matter what, the two of you would face whatever came next together.

When you finally pulled back, you smiled down at her, your heart light. “Now, what do you say we let the rest of them talk while we enjoy this beautiful night?”

Portia chuckled softly, nodding as she leaned into your side, resting her head on your shoulder. “Let them talk,” she murmured with a contented sigh. “I have everything I need right here.”

As you walked through the moonlit garden, the world seemed a little brighter, a little softer, and for the first time in a long time, the future felt full of possibility.

[nexility-sims]

𝐍𝐎. 𝟓   ❛ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 ❜   |   NAKAWE PALACE, DEC. 1990

❧  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

   ❛  Priscila’s career had taken her all over the world before she retired to Uspana. Here, she was just Prissy again—or, in the papers, Princess P. Mending her relationship with Beatriz had been uneven; it remained incomplete to this day. Reconnecting with her sister’s children, adults as they were, was itself in some cases painstaking and in others a pleasure. With Safya, it had been easy. She even suspected Beatriz resented what closeness they cultivated. It wasn’t, of course, because she and her daughter were ever distant. No, it was more simple than that: Beatriz was a possessive creature. That it was her little sister taking something of hers (on shopping trips, to the beach, for a late-night movie in a theater they rented out just to sit in the middle in their pajamas) made it worse. “Mama understands me,” Safya had told Prissy once. “She loves me. Sometimes I don’t know if she likes me.” This had made her laugh, and Safya fell into nervous chuckles in response. Finally, Prissy nodded heartily, replying, “We’re the same in that way, Safy.”

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

❧ alfonso’s death will happen in part iv of the main story, a million years from now, but here’s a taste of beatriz being destroyed by it :^) additionally, no real prose today. having a remarkably bad one. maybe next week. [insert me shrugging so hard i dislocate both of my shoulders]

TRANSCRIPT:

{Miscellaneous cooking noises}

[P] Have you tried the cookies?

[L] What? I, uh … No.

[P] I told Olalla they wouldn’t help—on the telephone, while she was baking—but she was in a frenzy. No stopping her.

[L] I can’t …It’s …They were mama’s—

[P] Her favorites, I know.

[P] Not a bittersweet reminder yet. Just bitter

[L] {Sighs.}

[L] I didn’t know you were here already.

[P] Birdie always pretends I’m not. I decided to let her this time.

[L] It doesn’t feel very good.

[P] What, is that how you feel? Ignored?

[L] I waited all morning for her. She walked right past me ... I just don’t know what to do with myself.

[P] Of course. It feels like the end of the world.

[P] You know, that isn’t fully a bad thing. The People wouldn’t exist if the world had not ended—and ended, and ended, and ended. We’re destroyed, and we become something new to survive. 

[P] The last time this happened ... Mama, I would think. That destroyed me. For Birdie, this is worse. This is like when papa died. 

[L] I just thought we would be together. Now, her and me. She hasn’t even looked at me since we saw mama at the marina. 

[P] You’re not getting any comfort from her, Nora. You know that. 

[P] You don’t need to beg her for it either. You have an entire family that will comfort you. I’m here. Your grandfather. The rest of them. Just let things run their course.

[L] I know that. It just ... doesn’t make it hurt any less.

[P] It rarely does.

[P] Now, how about some coffee? That’s what everyone comes in here for.

[L] Sal’s self-serve station. That is what I wanted, before … 

[P] We’ll skip the cookies and save our appetites for dinner.

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Returning the Stones

1-the goodbye

Just incase 18+ theres fludd angst mentions of kissing implied intimate tons of sweet kissing and tears. Comments likes ans reblogging apprexitaed. No permission to repost anywhere else or to translate or to use in any ai story generator to finish it

I stood there as steve got his last good wishes from his team mates. I stood back watching tears in my eyes. I knew he only had a certain amount and im thinking back to the cinversariin we had after it was decided hed be the onky to return them

"Why do I feel like theres a but comming"

"There is" he took my hands, "sweeetheart even tho hank pym is back theres still that adjustment period everyone is going through and he csnt make more pym particles right now"

"Cant you wait? Time will always be there for you to return it?"

He took my palm, like he does when he's  nervous and subconsciouslybdraws the same patterns he always does when he looked down.

"Yes and no. You see the way that Strange explained it is that time will continue on  and yes and while we can wait the stones not being there is affecting us here and now as in the past they arent there.  I could wait but if simething happens," he swollows hard, "something to you. I cant lose you."

"Steve nothing is going to ha-"

"You dont know that!" Hw yells and i jumo back almsot in tears.

"Im sorry, I'm sorry I didnt mean to "

"Strange said something didnt he?"

Steve looked uo with tears in his eyes and nodded. 

"It doesn't mean it will but i can't bear the thought"

"And I can't live without"

"Neither can I, if Tony was here..."

"I know" I sob a bit  as he pulls me intk his chest and cries too "if tony easnt gone id kill him all iver again."

This garners a chuckle from Steve.

"She's your last stop isnt she?"

I looked up i could only see the side if his cheek really but it was like i could see him go pale.

Not for the reasons yoy think. When insaw in the care facility, i mean yiu saw her every time she didnt remeber me and she eas so ha-

"I know happy and thrilled and saying shes worry you didnt get to live a full happy life."

It hurt me too it was so sad seeing her, I mean seing anyone like that would be saddening. 

"I just want to tell her im ok and that I survived so she doesnt have those regrets and that...."

I pulled back a little and I whipesmone side of tears from my face and he whipped the other putting his hand on my chin and guiding it making sure I can't move away as he knows how scared and fearful i must me and he looked in my eyes .

"That l, I found the love of my life and I am so happy."

I let out a small chuckle with some tears.

"You know that right? That i love you. I love ypu more than anything. And ill always come back to you. Like a bad oenny you cant losemor that cat that never stopped following yoy home,"

On cue Midnight jumoed into our laps with a meow and using her head to burrow under steves tee for warmth like she always did garnering a laugh from both of us. I pulled away a but as steve took iut of hisnshirt and talked to her 

"Youll take care off mommy right?" 

"Take care of me why woukd she need to-" I statted bawling

"Oh honey no no no i didnt mean it oh no " he put Mid night down and grabbed me chuck and tight, so tiggt i almost coukdnt breathe. "Wrong words blvery wrong words. I meant if something haooened. Lets face it i don't have greay track records when it comes to saving the world. The first time i dissapeared for decades and I don't want that to happen my last time but im afraid of tha-"

"Last time?"

"Yea," he rubbed my arms comfortly "my last time, the world doesn need me not as much as you do. And i want to give thst life yoy want because i want it too. I see the longing in your eyes when yoy see a young couoke and a baby and i have the same in mine that wishing hoping dreaming. During these five years people havent needed me and ive been wnlanting to give it uo for a while now justtrying to figure out the best way to do it and yiu know ive been slowly limiting my cap duties."

I know,

I know yiu do. So after this i want to give you that. That family a real family a couoke of mini us's." He interlocked our fingers wispering "I hope to God they look like you".

I chuckled. "Once I return the stones uts you and me babe every day forever no interruptions. Ill be in that bed every day yoy wake uo and every night you go to sleep. Ill hold yiu hair back wvery morning sickness and yoy can try and break a finger or two or try to lift molojiner when youre giving birth."

That made me laugh

"Ill hadle the night and change every littke poopy diaper and we'll hold them together wheh they get thier shots and bad dreams. Ill help you kiss thier boo boos and scare away boyfriends"

Got thiee whole lives planned out hu?

Yiu betcha dolls and when they get marriednand have little ones of thier own ill hug them and then beat uo their husbands for doing thst my little girls "

I cracked up.

"Hey I will unless its done by oamossis no one is touching my daughters."

"You are too much"

He kisses my fore head and puts hair behind my ears,

"Yea well. Only the best for my family and if best means that i have to beat up thier husbands to out then in thier place so be it"

He rubbed my wedding band and engagement ring as we calmed down for a moment of silence. 

You know I would never give you either of these if my heart bekonged to someone else, in another time or place. This wasnt because i was never, " he losed his eyes and sighhned then ooened them stuck here. I was here to find you. I felt more for you then I did her even at first look - i almost proposed."

I know  i rememeber yoy did not try and cover well for that *i laughed*

"I tried"

"Yea so badly' I laughed and  ran my fingers through his hair.

"I grew it out for you, ya know"

"I know. I cant wait to see how blonde it was from when it was in the early days of the avengers"

He chuckled. 

"I love you," he wispered and kissed the bridge of my noise 

"I love you," he wispered  and and kissed my upper cheek.

"I love you," he wispered and kissed my lower cheek

"I love you," he wispered ad kissed the other cheek 

"I love you," he wispered and kissed my other cheek bone.

"I love you," he wispered and kissed my fore head.

"I love you," he wispered and kissed fhe right side of my upper neck.

"I love you," he wispered and kissed my lips.

"I love you," he wispered and kissed the left side of my upper neck.

"I love you," he wispered and kissed the middle of my neck.

"I love you," he wispered and kissed my lips so very deep that i almost lost my brrath. And that was how that night went. Him showing his love he knew he didnt have to prove it but he did he heled me and kissed me anddid everything he wanted to so to make sure he felt like he knew i knew he loved me and more. That was how last night went too. The last night before this trip. A trio that i knew would be mear seconds for me for for him it could be years. 

Then he walked over to me, he had tears in his eyes. Hia other team mates offered to come to help only ateve, i bruce and hank pim knew that wasnt possible. 6 vials. He had 6 and that was all. I was praying of somethin did go grong that last jump hed be able to grab more particles and get back to me. I also knew about the contingency they set up the older face the extra shield, just in case. So many just in cases. It meant to be steves way of dissapearing so we could live aort of loke clint and tony away from the spotlight and danger. 

He hugged me again, wispering in my eqr Ill be back in seconds my love and i love you so much," i felt a tear fall from his face onto mine

"Itll be only minutes babe, 60 minutes the most and youll be back in my arms." I gave him reassurance

"I  hope it works out like that nur every monute ill be thinking about getting back to you,"

He hugged me tightly. "I love you. And those seconds that pass here i told bucky to not let go of your hand,"

I chuckled.

"I know you. You need a hand and he wont let go. But if you two kiss i will kill him"

I laughed what?

"I just wanted to see that smile before i go"

Get your ass back here and ill give yku something to smile about tonight.

Oh is that a threat 

"Oh no that promise," I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck and we looked into eachothers eyes and then he kissed me. 

"This ring isnt leaving this chain and this chain isnt leaving my body"

"I know" 

He took my hand as he walked up to the platform and I followed. He took his stance snd gave me one of the deepest longest kisses hes ever given me. 

"I love you dont forget im waiting right here no matter what you do to retrurn those im here loving you forever. "

"I know I promise ill come back no matrer what i love you too much." 

Steve gave me one last kiss on my lips and then a kiss behind me ear making me giggle 

"I needed to see and hear that one last time."

I felt bucky take my hand and lead me down the strairs steves and my eyes never leaving eachother's. He looked at me as he put the helmet on  and I squeezed Bucky's hand as Steve lifted his hand to presse rhe vutton and bucky squeezed mine as Steve dissapeared.

After 45 seconds my hand let go of Bucky's  but Bucky bevee ler go of mine.

(Varient timeline endings comming)

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[horrorsequel]

i keep seeing the talking point of like "if someone upsets you, you need to bring it up immediately so you can resolve it as quickly as possible instead of sitting with it" and i think the crux of that is good advice, and I think it's probabaly juat generally good advixe to most people but i can't DO that because when someone upsets me, i never realize until way later. like my emotions have to ferment or some shit. like it's the weirdedt fucking thing. my brain will not let me process emotions in real time. like if i was in a social situation and someone said something awful to me and u pulled me to the side and asked me if i was okay, I'd be like "what, why?" because my brain is??? idk maybe too focused on navigating being around other ppl. so then i never notice like that someone hurt me or pissed me off until I've had some time alone and my brain finally catches me up on everything that happened. and at that point its like. how do i even bring this up? would brining it up at this point make it worse?

you know what i mean? like maybe these are just incoherent ramblings from a traumatized brain but ive been so BUGGED by that lately not because its like Bad or because people Shouldnt Do That but because i dont qant people to think that because I bring something up at a later date, ive been getting grudgy over it. its like no i actually only just realized it happened. to me, this IS bringing it up when it happened.

like its already hard enough to bring things up at a later date so im just nervous abt that mentality making the rounds and becoming the new Internet Life Rule that ppl ascribe to fully.

[effervescentdragon]

Hi hi hi so im like all keyed up and like have the biggest smile on my face rn and thats jus cause i read in the reflection and OH MY GODD i forgot how could it was (is) but yeah so like i read it frm the first chapter again and lemme tell you i fell in love all over again . I really forgot how good this was . Okay so lemme tell you about my favourite parts (or like things that i absolutely loved and want to like pick your brain (with your permission obviously) because how can someone come up with something that good) so 1. The fact like Charles always runs and like barrels into Carlos and hugs him everytime (everytime is a stretch but he's done it a couple times so ) like that is just so sweet to me and it brings me so much joy. Right also idk if im making up things but that scene in ch 1. where they all talking about the leclerc brothers and Sebastian blushes and something lewis says am i reading too much there ? Oh and i love how you like told the background of the leclerc family like it was all so seamless. And the part where they say monte carlo is their city that was so tender like my heart was hurting. Oh oh also the part where lando kisses carlos and i had to like pause for a minute and i was like honestly worried what was gonna happen next like the anticipation was bad i was so nervous and charles playing the piano for carlos when carlos is like semi panicking is so so tender and sweet and everything nice like i was swooning oh and like my favourite part was finding out the marc you were talking about in brazil was MARC MARQUEZ like i thought about it but wasnt sure but when you mentioned alex i was like yayyy like yess im starved for marc crumbs but yeah and seb just being overall such a good character and i live how you incorporate the red bull seb because yes at his core his always redbulls like thats him and the part where you were like marc dragged alex with him is such a good line or like thinking because yeah redbull is cruel and and lorenzo was such a suprise character like he was so kind and you jus made me fall in love with him the whole scene with carlos and him was jus chefs kiss and this whole part "No, I’m not okay. I’m a failure, and a coward, and I am wasting my life..." just broke my heart in pieces like it was so raw and this part also "So Carlos raced in his new Ferrari and learned everything he could from Sebastian..." is so good because of how if you put it next to how he felt in the start its so different and it kinda shows how carlos changed like the parallels are insane like mind blowing insane i think that was one of my favourite things . And lets not forget the whole elevator scene that was just like nerves i was so excited to see what happens next and all the reactions like they were all so spot on and the fact that charles might have been the first person (outside his family i guess) that stood up for him is something so personal to me . This story is good good that like im not sure how to tell you like i dont even know if i have enough words and last but like my most most favourite thing when they finally kiss i wanted to like scream like yess and you ended it on such a good note. And im like so sorry that you feeling the way you are i think i wish i could just give you a hug (with permission again) and i hope you feel alright soon.♡♡♡ PS. Im so sorry if this is like stupidly long but i just wanted to like tell you everything and if this sounds like rambling and if doesnt make sense i am also sorry it is like 3 in the morning. But yeah :) :) :)

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ive read this like 7 times since i woke up, thank you SO MUCH FOR THIS! dont apologize for it being too long, there is no such thing as too long when it comes to feedback on my writing, it just makes me sooooo happy!! and of course you can pick my brain about things, permission granted i LOVE talking about my writing and i love when people like it!!! :DDD

okay so yes, they are just generally very touchy with each other and i tried to show it. also charles is a flirt and he likes being manhandled so he used every chance to have carlos manhandle him :)) and yes, i know i had sth about seb and lewis in this verse somewhere, but i have no idea what or where. we'll see how things develop, because i know seb will be a big part of it in general with being carlos' teammate and charles'.. whatever he is. friend. mentor. something :D

lando kissing carlos was the first thing i wrote for this chapter, and that was back in october or so. i remember asking misa about whether my carlos' reaction to it was right because i wasnt sure about my carlos characterisation. and YES. i got into motogp, and by that i mean i got into marc (i wish vice versa was also happening) and then i couldnt resist at least mentioning him :D bcs it fit so well with the whole red bull thing :D

yes im so glad you noticed! i tried to show carlos' progress as a person throught he fic, in his racing but also in how he looked at himself and the world around him! and yeah, charles standing up to sr wasnt supposed to happen now, bcs my notes for the next chapter were atually "charels&sr, charles isnt impressed", but it just fit narratively, and im a big fan of letting the story tell itself.

i am accepting all the hugs and thank you so so fucking much for this, i was grinning the whole time i read it, every time, it means the world! <333 im feeling a bit better now, so thank you for asking! <3 i hope oyu have a wonderful day, you made mine!

[soggypotatoes]

like, this is bad

Ive got one guy who I've let trauma dump on me multiple times, and I'm talking extremely intense stuff, and now I've realised belatedly I can't handle it and ended up a mess and other people know but not him so I don't know how to act around him and how to establish boundaries and not interact with him without being.. idk.. weird or hurtful..

and the worst one is the guy I've been friends with for a while now who said really intense shit to me the other day, like about wanting to be close to me, that reminded me of early things my stalker from years ago said and 2 days later I woke up so triggered from it (being triggered sometimes takes a few days for me lmao.. delayed onset), I told a nurse about it bc she convinced me and she said she wouldn't talk to him but. twice now i've smiled at him and he completely ignored me which. I think means someone talked to him. and he had this intense dark energy eminating from him now lol

so. I'm stuck. in a psych ward. with two people I want to avoid who make me incredibly anxious. the one person who's really nice and helps me feel better is leaving on friday. I don't want to go home because I need to be here still. but I might have to. but I don't want to let these guys push me out of this place, I deserve to be here as much as they do! but also I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown if I have to exist with this much anxiety all the time. and also I'm for sure gonna be hiding in my room non stop now. which is bad cause it means skipping meals and group and being in bed all the time. which defeats the purpose of being here.

help