#chase elliott x reader

[swarvey]

screaming over paper rings. stardew and taylor swift?? PEAK ‼️ so, in a similar vein, i have a lil request

could you possibly write a one-shot with any taylor swift song of your choosing? i'd like for it to be x sebastian but i know he's not one of your favorites, so if that's uncomfortable i'd be down with haley. either is fine, i would just love to see what you'd come up with! your writing is wonderful, and i can't wait to see what else you write <3

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when you've moved on | sebastian x gn!reader | part one

summary -> you're with alex now, but is he really the one you want? warnings -> none! seb smokes a cig and there's some swearing, that's ab it. just angst. heh. word count -> 1817

a/n: ahhh ty disco anon!! i'm glad you're liking the taylor/stardew crossover as much as i do <3 decided to do my take on the trope where they watch you move on with someone else in town, enjoy!!

part two -> elliott (tolerate it)

the way i loved you ->"but i miss screaming and crying and kissing in the rain."

"seb."

"hm?"

"see that?" you point up to the stars, eyes wide and bright. "that's orion's belt. if you look close enough, you can see his whole body."

raising a brow, sebastian squints up at the sky, noticing the three, shining stars all in a row next to each other.

"huh. guess you're right," he says, smiling lightly at your excitement at the stars.

you'd been ecstatic when he offered to take you stargazing, riding out to the spot where he'd kissed you for the first time. the picnic blanket beneath the two of you is soft, and although the evening spring wind is chilly, seb feels warm enough to fall asleep with your head resting on his shoulder.

"we should do this more often," you sigh happily, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him closer to your side.

he kisses the top of your head gently, closing his eyes. "whatever you want, sweetheart."

"seb?"

"yeah?" he responds, keeping his eyes closed.

"seb!"

"what?"

"sebastian, wake up!"

sebastian wakes with a start at the sound of his mother shouting, groaning as he sits up reluctantly.

scratching his head and yawning, he asks, "what time is it?"

"nearly eight-thirty, seb, you said you'd be up by eight," robin chides. "come on, we're going to be late for the festival."

he scowls. he's tempted to lay back down and cover his head with his blankets again, but he would rather not deal with more of his mom's antics.

"fine. i'll be up in a minute." as she heads back upstairs, sebastian groggily pulls on some warm clothing, trying to ignore the stinging in his heart. why, why was he still dreaming about you? he knows you've moved on, so why has he been cursed to see you every night? sometimes, he wakes up and forgets you're not his anymore, forgets about the fight you two had, forgets the sharp, hurtful words that came out of his mouth he didn't mean at all.

he'll never forget, though, the words you said back to him, an unforgiving amount of hurt and anger in your eyes as rain poured down on the two of you.

"i'm done with this, seb," you'd said, voice shaking and weak from arguing with him. "i've given you enough chances to prove me wrong, to show you actually care about me, but i guess i was wrong. i can't do whatever this is any longer."

then, you'd walked away, leaving him alone in the downpour in front of his house.

how could he have been so stupid? no one in his life has ever known him better than you did, and he still let you slip from his grasp. what an idiot, he thinks, scoffing at himself as he makes his way upstairs and joins his family.

though, as they enter the festival of ice, seb immediately regrets not staying in bed.

you laugh as alex pulls your winter hat over your face, grabbing a handful of snow and throwing it at him in retaliation. haley rolls her eyes as she stands to the side, annoyed as she pulls out her phone and begins absentmindedly scrolling. meanwhile, alex starts to chase you, grabbing you from behind and hugging you tightly before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

seb looks away. he thinks he might gag.

"hey, seb! you made it!" his blond-haired friend runs up to him like an excited kid, snow already scattered in his hair. "geez, did you just wake up or something? you look kinda rough, buddy."

"thanks," he replies flatly.

sam scratches the back of his neck, flashing an apologetic smile. "sorry, didn't mean to tick you off. come on, abby's waiting over there!"

sebastian keeps his gaze on the trees as he follows his friend, trying his best to tune out the sound of your laughter he once craved to hear. how did you end up with a douche like alex, anyway? he never understands why sam speaks so highly of him, and now you go off and date him?

"helloooo," abigail sings, waving a hand in front of his face.

"oh, hey," he greets, blinking out of his thoughts. "sorry, i'm still waking up."

she raises a brow, studying his face. "right. had another nightmare?"

"i guess you could call it that."

abby shakes her head, crossing her arms. "i'm telling you, sebastian, if you would just listen to me and move on, life will start to be much nicer to you."

"i have moved on," he snaps, though quickly sighs when he sees the knowing look she gives sam. "i'm sorry, really, but i'm fine. i promise."

"if you say so," she says, her tone unbelieving. he can't blame her for being worried — abby was the one who was most concerned about him after the two of you broke up, knowing how much he'd cared for you.

or, more accurately, how much he still cares for you.

"how about we go check on vincent?" sam suggests, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "the little guy was super excited for today."

as the three make their way over to find sam's younger brother, seb finds his eyes wandering over to you once again, unable to keep himself from checking on you. to his surprise, your eyes meet his for a split second, only for you to jump slightly and turn back to alex and haley.

did you miss him, too?

after the festival ends, sebastian finds himself lingering around a little longer, telling his friends and family that he'll catch up with them later. he walks over to the river, listening to the comforting sound of running water as he pulls out a cigarette and his lighter.

"i thought you quit?"

he whips his head around at the sound of your voice, nearly dropping the items in his hand into the water.

"i did," he replies after a moment, continuing to light the cigarette. "just felt like i needed one right now."

you wordlessly walk closer and stand beside him. he can feel your eyes burning into his face.

"well, how have you been?" you ask, rubbing your arm. "i heard you . . . haven't been sleeping well."

he huffs. "what, did alex tell you?" i told sam to keep his mouth shut.

"does it matter?" he doesn't have to look at you to know you're frowning. "it's been nearly a year, you can't let this keep dragging you down, seb."

he ignores the painful twinge in his chest at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. seb. sure, almost everyone tends to use that nickname for him, but it just sounds so right coming from you. it used to make his heart warm every time he heard it, no matter the place or time; while doing chores, eating dinner, in bed.

even now, when you aren't his anymore, a part of him is glad to hear you still say it with the same tone.

"as i've been telling everyone else," he says after blowing smoke out from his lips, "i'm fine. there's no need for you to worry about me anymore, anyways — you got mr. pro over there to care for now."

"don't talk about him," you snap, a sudden defensiveness coming over your voice. "you don't get to bring him up."

seb scoffs, finally turning to look at you. god, you look just as breathtaking as he left you, snowflakes glittering on top of your hair and eyelashes. there's a certain glint in your eye he doesn't recognize, though, and he decides to test it.

"why?" he questions carelessly. "are you scared i'll be too honest with you?"

"what? i—"

"well that's too bad, sweetheart," he interrupts, his old nickname for you filled with an unfamiliar venom. "i'll be truthful with you, just like i always have been. i wasn't perfect with you, not at all — i ignored you and hurt you, over and over until you got sick of it and left, so i know i could've treated you better."

he sees your eyes begin to water, and for a moment, guilt overcomes him, but he goes on anyway.

"but there's one other thing i know," he continues, taking a step closer to you. he points behind him in the direction of the town. "you and him? you'll never love each other like we did. sure, we had our fuck-ups and arguments, but i have never loved someone like i did with you, and i know you feel the same."

"you don't know anything," you whisper, though the confidence you had before has vanished.

he huffs a sarcastic laugh. "really? you sure about that? tell me, does he know you always sleep in every saturday, since you're in the mines until late on fridays? or how you always go to the saloon, just to play your favorite song on the jukebox?" he pauses. "i bet he doesn't know anything about the stars, does he? have you even asked him to look at them with you?"

"stop!" you demand, fists clenched tightly as you give him the same look you had when you left him. "this is different, okay? alex and i are taking our time, so neither of us ends up making stupid mistakes like we did."

"as stupid as they were, that's what i liked about us," seb says, his voice a level gentler than it was before. "we weren't perfect, but we didn't pretend to be. it's what made us so real." he shakes his head, lifting his cigarette to his mouth. "but if you want to go live your high school daydream, then by all means, go ahead."

you scowl. "you know, i came here to check in on you, but i see now that you're as helpless as you were when i broke up with you."

he winces slightly at your harsh words, but remains stoic nonetheless. "go ahead and think whatever you want, sweetheart, but i think one of us is clearly more helpless than the other."

"fuck off, seb. get over yourself."

as you start to walk away, he turns to look at you once more, watching as you hesitate.

"i wanted us to work," you say quietly, void of any hostility. "i tried so hard, but you made it impossible."

"would you do it again?"

the question is slipping out of his mouth before he even realizes it, but he can't take it back now. he expects you to turn around, to storm at him and laugh at how he can even think that.

instead, you leave him with no response, hugging yourself with your arms as you head back towards your farm.

interesting. he throws his cigarette down into the dirt beneath him, putting it out with the heel of his shoe. he wonders why you didn't say anything.

that night, for the first time in weeks, sebastian doesn't dream.

[honey-crypt]

What do you think Elliott’s family is like? What would happen if they came to the Valley?

a/n: this is such a good ask!!!

warnings: alcoholism, neglect, bad parents, mention of death

★ elliott - family woes (with a dash of elliott x reader) ★

pt. 1 - who are the cunnighams?

★ elliott’s family, the cunnighams, is what people would consider a stereotypical upper class nuclear family.

★ his father, conrad, is an investment banker (think wolf of wall street) who had very little involvement in his children’s lives, other than to reprimand them or hand them some money to get them to go away. he was the breadwinner, too focused on chasing the next investment to participate in silly things like going to elliott’s poetry nights.

★ his mother, makenna, is a socialite, too busy hosting events for the fellow ladies of the community or getting drunk off champagne to properly parent. yet, on the rare occasion when she did express love and affection towards elliott, he always felt gross after the fact because that meant she was too drunk to function.

★ elliott has an older sister, eleanor. she’s the golden child of the family, always striving to please their parents so she could get attention. ever since they were kids, eleanor threw herself into academics and extracurriculars that she believed would impress their parents, such as mock trial and key club. she, to their parents, is the successful one out of the two children; after all, she’s the one who graduated with summa cum laude, the one went to medical school and became a heart surgeon. nonetheless, eleanor loves elliott and vice versa, despite everything.

★ because of his parents being too wrapped up in “other important things” to parent, elliott and his sister were raised by a nanny, an old irish woman named siobhan. elliott considered siobhan to be his true family, as she always encouraged him to express his creativity and always made time to attend his events like poetry night. sadly, she passed away when elliott was in his late 20s, which was the catalyst to elliott leaving home to make a name for himself as a writer.

★ when elliott told his family that he was moving out to pursue his writing career, his father laughed in his face and called him a bloody idiot for thinking he could make it as a writer. his mother was too busy nursing a hangover to criticize him for his choice. however, eleanor was supportive; she embraced him and whispered in his ear to escape “this hellhole of suburbia” and that she would always support him. so elliott sold off anything of value that he didn’t need and with that money, he relocated somewhere where he could embrace his inner hemmingway, a little place called pelican town in the idyllic stardew valley

pt. 2 - the cunninghams visit stardew valley

★ elliott had been living in the valley for about two-ish years and he was on cloud 9 with the life he cultivated

★ he was happily married to (y/n), stardew valley's local farmer and the person he felt head over heels for the moment they entered his cabin with a basket of pomegranates, and his book camelia station was doing well with elliott finishing up his first ever book tour

★ life was perfect... until his family paid him a surprise visit

★ he hadn't been in contact with his father or mother since leaving but he occasionally exchanged letters with his sister, the two of them updating one another on major milestones in their lives

★ conrad and makenna were the picture of faux kindness, subtly jabbing at elliott's spouse for being so rural while praising them for building such a successful farming empire

★ elliott could feel his mother's disappointed glare when she came to the conclusion that elliott got married without informing them but he honestly didn't give a damn

★ (y/n) did their best to be cordial with elliott's parents, they knew that they were major assholes (more so his fathers) so they focused their attention on getting to know eleanor

★ since he last spoke to his sister, elliott was informed that she found out that she was pregnant a few months ago and was now sporting a prominent baby bump

★ (y/n) offered eleanor some fresh produce from the season as a gift for her baby when makenna chimed in about not needing produce from "a little farmer from bum-fuck-nowhere" when they had access to the finest produce

★ elliott... just loses it; he completely loses it and yells to his parents about how shitty they were, how they were never involved in his life or eleanor's unless they did something that bettered their public image, and that they could insult him all they wanted but they could not nor would not insult the love of his life

★ conrad and makenna expected eleanor to come to their defense but she instead sides with elliott, sharing identicial sentiments and how she regrets letting her need for their approval get in the way of having a relationship with her little brother

★ elliott then promptly kicks his parents out but lets eleanor stay, holding back tears in his eyes while he wraps his arms around his spouse

★ eleanor later apologies for bringing their parents, she wanted to visit elliott alone after hearing about his marriage and the success of camelia station but conrad and makenna intervened

★ in return, elliott apologies for not inviting her to the wedding and the two make up, much to the joy of the farmer who finally gave eleanor that basket of produce for her

bonus - the aftermath

★ after that ordeal, eleanor would later visit the valley once a month to spend time with her brother and her sibling in-law; then with her husband jackson and her baby elias when she gives birth

★ elliott may have lost his parents but he found a new family in (y/n) and his sister's little family, working hard to dismantle the standards set by their parents and becoming a doting uncle to elias

★ and soon... he became a parent of his own, promising his newborn baby that they would have a life full of love and wonder and promising to himself that he wouldn't repeat his parents' errors

[panickingpansexuality]

I'll always be here for you

Yandere Elliott x Reader

Elliott sat and watched them as they fished by the pond, he knew better than to watch them like this when they weren't even together, but the only thing running through his head at the moment was the farmer looking at him and then the next thing they'd know is that they would be kissing passionately, and Elliott would pick the farmer up under their legs and they would jump into his arms and (y/n) would moan and then Elliott's hand would- 

"Elliott?" A sweet voice calls to him.

Elliott snapped from his daydream, his face turning red, he turned to the farmer who had something in their hand.

A bottle of wine, they couldn't have fished that from the water, Elliott wondered where they could've found it.

"This for me?" He asked, the farmer nodded "Marvelous." Elliott said.

"(Y/n)" a familiar voice called, Elliott and the farmer turned and saw Shane, he held back a grimace.

(Y/n) waved at their friend and Shane smiled with a blush, Elliott felt the ugly feeling grow quickly. 

"I forgot to tell you," (y/n) said happily,

"Shane asked me out on a date." 

Elliott froze for a moment before growing a smile.

"A date?" He said "How wonderful! When is it?"

"Tonight!" (Y/n) said, they looked at their watch and gasped.

"I have to go get ready, I better tell him I might be late."

"Don't worry about it!" Elliott said, "Go get ready, I'll tell him."

(Y/n) gave him a hug thanking him before running off in the direction of their farm.

Elliot smiled as he watched them walk away.

"Don't worry my love," Elliott said, "I'll stop you from making the worst mistake of your life."

Elliott walked over to Shane.

"Hello Shane." Elliott said gleefully, "(Y/n) wanted me to let you know that they're going to be late for your date tonight but not to worry, I'm sure it'll be quick."

"Oh." Shane said, "Well if it'll be quick I should probably meet them at the Saloon."

"You're absolutely right." Elliott said, "I'll go with you, I could use a drink."

So the two men went to the Saloon, Elliott insisting that they toast to the date so that there'd be good luck in the relationship.

Gus slid Elliott two beers on the bar, Elliott thanked the man, and went to the table closest to the window, the sun's fading days coming through the window.

Shane looked outside impatiently, Elliott set the beers down, hovering his hands over them both for a moment looking worried, he then sat down and slid Shane his beer.

"What if they don't come?" Shane said nervously.

Elliot looked at him confused.

"My dear friend, they have no reason not to come, I think it's just your nerves getting to you."

"You think so?" Shane asked,

Elliott took a swig of his beer, "Of course, take a sip Shane, you're giving me anxiety just by watching you."

Shane gave Elliott a half smile, and took a drink.

Fifteen minutes later, (y/n) walked into the Saloon, cleaned and wearing their best clothes for the date. 

"Shane I believe you've had too much," a familiar voice said, (y/n) turned towards the window table and saw Shane looking completely plastered and Elliott beside him looking worried, three empty glasses of beer on the table.

Elliott looked up at them and gave them a heartbroken expression.

"(Y/n)!" Shane called out, "You look so pretty right now," Shane made a move to get up, Elliott went to help him but was shaken off.

"Come and give us a kiss lovey, I'm so…so lucky to be with you."

(Y/n) closed their eyes tightly, and took a step back when they opened them their eyes were full of tears.

"Go home Shane." (Y/n) said, then they left.

Elliott chased after them "(Y/n) wait!"

Elliott caught up with the farmer who was wiping away tears and walking towards their home.

"It's not his fault." Elliott said, "He was nervous so I got him a drink and then I went to the bathroom and there were two more down the hatch, I-I should've been watching him please don't-"

(Y/n) turned their heel and glared at him:

"It is his fault Elliott! He's a grown ass man who knows his limits and he chose to get drunk!" 

(Y/n) let out a shivering sob and Elliott carefully put an arm out and pulled them to his chest, the farmer sobbing into his chest. Elliott smiled to himself, they looked so beautiful, even more so with the tears crawling down their face.

"Come on." Elliott said, let's get you home."

By the two got to the Farmers home the sun had gone down and the farmer had stopped crying.

"Thank you Elliott," (y/n) said softly once they reached their doorstep, the farmers eyes shining in the moonlight, they started at Elliott a little sheepishly at first, in turn the writer gave them a small smile.

"Of course (y/n), you know I'll always be here for you."

(Y/n) looked away blushing.

Elliott, took their left hand and brought it to his lips kissing the ring and middle finger.

"Goodnight (y/n)." He said before leaving.

"That's it?" (Y/n) said after Elliott walked a few feet away, Elliott turned around and looked confused.

"You take me away from some God awful date, take me home and then just leave?"

"What would you have me do (y/n)?" Elliott asked. "I'm a gentleman, I'm not going to take advantage of you in this state."

"What state?" (Y/n) asked a little angry.

"Upset, broken hearted even."

"I am not broken-hearted!" (Y/n) argued

"So you're saying you're not trying to ignore what happened tonight?"

"That's right!" 

"So if I come over there and kiss you, you won't regret it in the morning?" 

(Y/n)s face turned red, Elliott didn't wait for an answer, he walked a little closer and said:

"I will always be here for you (y/n), no matter what, not because I want something from you but because you're my best friend in the whole world and I want you to be happy." 

(Y/n) looked away from him, tears filling their eyes again.

"Get some rest darling." Elliott said, placing a kiss on their forehead before walking away, once he was far enough away he looked back and saw the farmer cradling the hand he kissed close to their heart as they walked around the crops, Elliott smiled to himself and walked away.

When Elliott got home only then did he allow himself to laugh, it was far too easy! A few sprinkles of powder and Shane was drinking like a mad man! He even took Elliott's drink from him and everyone at the tavern did see him try and stop Shane but he wouldn't have it!

Elliott landed on his bed looking up at the ceiling and sighed, he meant what he said to (y/n), he would always be there for them, to help them, to stop them from making poor choices, and of course to make sure that they're happy and they will be, the two of them will be happy together, very, very soon.

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Something New

Joe Elliott x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This fic is pure filth and contains light bondage, smut, Sub!Joe and many other explicit things. + 18 ONLY MINORS DNI. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with this sort of thing. This is something very new for me so any comments would be much appreciated. Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me, you all know who you are. A lot of the ideas for this fic came from conversations with @elliotts-personal-property and she greatly influenced this fic so lets all thank Kris. 💖💖💖

This is a long one (around 3k words)

I knew as soon as I saw the concept of the video what me and Joe would be doing that evening. Watching him get chained up for the ‘Foolin’’ music video caused an idea to stir in my head. 

Throughout the entire time filming, I couldn’t get the idea of Joe tied up helplessly out of my head. The way he was thrashing his head around as he sang along to his own lyrics was exciting me in a way that only Joe could manage. 

I’m not sure if Joe could tell what I was thinking but if he could then he didn’t show it on his face. Between each take he ran over to me and flashed me that gorgeous smile of his. Unintentionally riling me up more. Despite the innocent look of his face, I knew him to be anything but and the way he kept glancing at me even whilst filming was making me count down the minutes until we could get home.

Eventually when the day had finished, Joe and I finally went home. I could tell that the poor boy was exhausted and that was enough to almost deter me from my plan. Almost. However, the groan he made when he collapsed onto the sofa was enough for me to want to drag him to the bedroom. 

Walking up behind him, I leant over the back of the couch and started rubbing his shoulders, causing his head to roll around, almost like it had earlier. Hearing him groan again caused me to smirk as I pressed a gentle kiss against his neck. When I felt him release a shuddering breath I grinned again.

“That feel nice love?” I asked as I nibbled slightly on his earlobe.

“Mhm.” Joe moaned out. Letting go of him I made my way around the couch. 

Sitting on his lap, I grabbed his face gently in my hands and pressed my lips to his, causing his eyes to go wide in shock. It didn’t take long for him to kiss back, putting his hands on my waist and dragging my hips down onto his. I could feel him harden underneath me. Deciding to add fuel to the already burning fire between us, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss. 

No matter how much he tried to take control again, I continued down the path I was on. When I pulled away for air, I saw him try and chase my lips for a second. When he opened his eyes I saw the beautiful green-blue colour staring back at me. 

“Wanna take this upstairs?” I asked him, the smirk never falling off of my face. Joe just nodded at me and let me grab his hand to lead him through to the bedroom. When we got there I gently pushed Joe onto the bed. Climbing back into his lap, one of my hands found itself in his hair, whilst the other rested gently on his cheek. 

Rubbing my thumb over his lips that were now slightly swollen I made sure that I had his full attention. 

“I wanna try something new tonight.” I told him softly but so that he could still hear me.

“How new?” He asked with a still slightly dazed expression.

“Very new. I wanna tie you up.” I told him as I maintained eye contact. I watched him gulp as he looked up at me.

“What?” He finally questioned.

“After seeing you all tied up today for the video, it gave me a few ideas of my own.” I told him as I gently brushed my thumb against his dimple. “Is that okay?”

Joe nodded as he stared at me. 

“Words baby boy.”

“Yes.” Joe whispered. As soon as the word left his mouth my lips found his. Trailing down the side of his face to his neck, I started gently grinding my hips against his again. I couldn’t help the small giggle I released when I heard him whimper. 

There was something about having him so vulnerable underneath me, willing to be tied up that made me tingle inside. Slowly standing up I heard Joe whine again and I gently shushed him as I made my way to the wardrobe. Pulling out a few of Joe’s ties that he had hardly ever worn, I turned back and made my way towards him. 

I moved my hands to the bottom of Joe’s shirt and gently tugged it over his head. The view of him shirtless had always made me shiver but I tried to contain it. Carefully I pushed him down so he was laying on the bed and helped him adjust so that his head was on the pillow. 

“Arms up sweetheart.” I told him with a slightly stern tone. I didn’t want to scare him when I was about to put him in a vulnerable position, but he needed to know that I was in charge.

With only a little hesitance, Joe lifted his arms up so that they rested against the headboard. I didn’t waste any time straddling him so that I could tie his hands together. Leaning over so I could reach meant that my breasts were directly in Joe’s face. Knowing how much he loved them, I took my time so that I could tease him a bit. He took a sharp intake of breath and I knew that my plan was working.

When I had finished tying the knot, I checked to make sure it wasn’t too tight before manoeuvring my way back down his body. Kissing in the middle of his chest, I trailed my lips down his body feeling him squirm slightly. 

When I got down to the waistband of his jeans, I kissed over his clothed bulge. When he bucked his hips I moved away and looked up at him.

“Not yet Joe.” I told him as I stood up to grab the other ties.

When I climbed up onto the bed again, I slowly made my way back to Joe’s jeans, tugging them and his underwear down his legs. As I did so, I made sure to tease him a little by softly running my fingernails as I went. When I finally got the clothing off, I stared at my boyfriend completely naked on the bed, with his hands tied above his head.

As I looked over at him, it was at that exact moment I found myself extremely thankful for the posts at the bottom of the bed. Gently grasping one of his ankles, I secured it to the bedpost before leaving a peck on the skin there. Moving over, I gave the other foot the same treatment, seeing Joe squirm slightly in his bonds.

Grinning at him I started to make my way back up his body, leaving kisses as I did. The feeling of him moving underneath me made me wetter. 

“Please.” Joe whimpered as he fluttered his eyelashes in my direction. 

“Please what Joe?” I asked, teasing him further.

“Please touch me.” He breathed out. Deciding to take the teasing one step further I started placing my finger on different parts of his body.

“Here?” I moved my hand, “Or here?” With a grin I carried on a few times, revelling in his whines. “Be specific sweetheart.”

“Y/N please.” Joe spoke through his heavy breaths. “I need you to touch me there.”

It wasn’t like Joe to get desperate like that so I decided not to push my luck anymore and instead place my hand on his cock. Wrapping my hand around him I very slowly started to move my hand up and down. Not enough to trigger anything but enough to keep him hard. 

“It’s not fair.” Joe whined, tugging on his restraints.

“What's not fair?” I asked him, acting clueless.

“I’m naked and you’re not.” 

“Is this not enough?” I asked him as I gave him a little squeeze causing him to gasp and screw his eyes shut. When he didn’t answer I squeezed again.

“No please, I wanna see you.” He cried out. 

“You sure? You’re not even looking at me.” I answered. Immediately he opened his eyes and looked directly at me. “Good boy.” I smiled when I saw his pretty eyes again. The whine that he released was music to my ears.

Slowly I removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor without breaking eye contact with him. I could see Joe gulp and start to squirm more in his restraints. Leaving my bra on I moved off of the bed and discarded my jeans in the same slow and teasing manner. Climbing back on top of him, I sat on Joe’s thighs and placed my hands on his bare hips. 

I scratched my nails against his skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but with enough pressure to cause goosebumps to rise on the skin beneath. 

Taking my time, I edged my way around to the front of his pelvis and ran my thumb down his happy trail. Tracing the line of hair there had caused yet another whimper and a buck of his hips. I pushed his hips back down again before removing my hands altogether. 

Joe furrowed his brow at the loss of contact which just made him look adorable. 

“What's the matter Joe?” I asked with a faux pout.

“I need you please.” He whimpered.

“Need me to do what? Beg for what you need Joe.” I told him, refusing to put my hands back until he did as I said.

“Please Y/N I need you to touch me again. I need to have your hands on my cock please.” The neediness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed so I placed one hand on his cock as the other started to gently rub his hip again.

With the hand that I had on him, I lazily started stroking him up and down. I could tell how turned on the poor boy was by the precum that started to leak from the tip. Rubbing my thumb over the top of his erection, I spread the precum around a little, revelling in every noise the man underneath me made. 

It was painfully obvious that Joe needed to relinquish the control for once.

“You’ve been so stressed with the album haven't you?” I asked him, pouting again. Joe nodded at me in response.

“I know it's hard to think right now but I need you to use your words baby boy.”

“Yes.” Joe moaned as I gave him a gentle squeeze. His eyes fell shut again but he quickly remembered himself and snapped them open again. I smiled down at him as I started to quicken the pace that my hand was going. 

It wasn’t long before I saw the tell tale signs of his orgasm so I quickly took my hand away. Joe stared at me as he choked back a sob.

“Why… Why did you stop?” He asked as his breathing increased into a pant. Tears threatening to fall at any moment. I leant down so that I could nibble at his neck and earlobe

“Patience sweetheart, you have all night to come.” I whispered in his ear, enjoying the shiver that I caused. Joe let out a deep breath as he tried to move his arms. 

“Where are you going?” I asked him as he immediately stopped his squirming at my voice.

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered.

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart just relax, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I told him as I ran my thumb against his cheek.

I felt Joe relax underneath me again as I pressed butterfly kisses to the side of his face and neck. I sat up again and removed my bra before getting up once more to remove my underwear.

This time when I climbed back on top of him, I sat on his stomach instead of his thighs and I leant down straight away to press a kiss to his lips. I felt him kiss back straight away which encouraged me more. He was so responsive to every touch I was giving him.

Pulling away from him again I smiled as he chased my lips but couldn’t get very far because of his tied hands.

“Patience, love, I’ll give you what you need in a minute.” I cooed at him as I shifted my body upwards slightly so I was hovering on my knees. Reaching down, I grabbed his throbbing erection and held it up.

Rubbing the tip through my folds, I ignored the urge to just sink straight down. In all the teasing that I had been giving Joe, I was teasing myself as well. Joe whined and tugged on his restraints again. 

“Give me a second baby boy, just lay still and let me take care of you.” 

I watched Joe nod his head, tears starting to fall from his eyes. Leaning forward I wiped them away. “Are you okay sweetheart? Is this too much?” I asked him softly. For a moment I thought I might’ve taken it too far. However, the fear was quickly squashed when Joe shook his head.

“No it’s not too much, it just feels really good ‘s’all” Joe whispered. I kissed him again before sitting up once more.

“As long as you are sure?” I asked him one more time.

“I’m sure Y/N/N.”

With that confirmation, I moved my hand back to his erection and lifted it up again, This time lining it up and slowly sinking down. The groan he let out was one of the most beautiful sounds to ever leave his mouth as I engulfed him with my warmth. 

“Fuck Joe, you’re huge.” I moaned out, still slowly moving downwards. No matter how many times we had been together, his size never failed to shock me. I watched a small smile spread across Joe’s face at my praise but it didn’t last long. 

When I was finally seated I grinned my hips against his, causing a gasp to fall from his swollen lips. An idea came to the forefront of my mind as I adjusted my hips slightly. Joe’s face scrunched up again and I saw him tug once more on the tie that kept his hands away from me. When I didn’t make a move to start Joe choked out another groan.

“What are you doing love?” He asked as he tried to move his hips into mine.

“I’m just a little tired sweet boy, so I’m just gonna sit here for a minute or two, is that alright?” I questioned him, hiding my smirk. When he didn’t answer straight away I clenched around him.

“Yeah.” Joe breathed out.

“Good boy.” 

Sitting as still as I could, I allowed myself to clench every so often just enough to tease him and keep him on edge. I could see the impatience fill his eyes as he looked at me, waiting for me to allow him a little more relief. 

Placing my hands flat on his stomach in front of me, I started to caress his slightly sweaty skin. I could feel the muscle underneath my fingertips contract as he tried to remain as still as possible. 

“I don’t know Joe, I might just sit here like this all night. I’m rather comfy and enjoying the view.” I told him as I sat myself back slightly and placed my hands on his thighs behind me. I saw the worry flush his face slightly.

“No, please Y/N, please move, I need more love, please.” Joe begged looking panicked. Leaning forward I put a reassuring smile on my face.

“Don’t worry, my love.” I smiled as I moved one hand to his cheek. “I’ll give you what you need.” 

Adjusting one final time, I sat back up straight and slowly started to lift my hips up. I repeated this action, lifting then lowering my body on top of his, unable to resist digging my nails in slightly at the pleasure of it all. 

The noises that Joe was making were like our own personal melody that no one else had the pleasure of hearing. Joe had an extremely strong voice but the idea that I was the one inducing those moans was almost enough to tip me over the edge. 

“Shit Joe.” I breathed out as the pleasure started to overtake my every sense. Joe was only babbling in response. The man had completely given up trying to escape his restraints and instead layed lax on the bed as he watched me move up and down on top of him. 

Moving one hand back, I started playing with his balls as I bounced harder causing him to let out a loud whine. 

“Can I come, please Y/N let me come.” Joe begged as tears of overstimulation began to well up in his eyes again. Keeping my movements going and using that hand that was on his balls, I started rubbing my clit in time with my bounces. 

“Wait a minute sweetheart, I’m nearly there and we can come together.” Trying to get myself as close as possible I kept my motions up whilst continuing to look at Joe. Joe whines at my temporary denial of his orgasm but ultimately did as I said and held back.

When I was finally there myself I looked Joe directly in the eye. 

“Come for me baby boy.” 

Joe didn’t hesitate to let go and I felt myself fill up with his warmth. That sensation sent me over the edge and I came hard, letting out a scream as I did so. 

I wasn’t sure how long our orgasms lasted but eventually I found myself collapsed on Joe’s chest, feeling his pants move my body up and down. It took a moment for me to recover but when I did, I pressed a soft kiss to Joe’s chest before sitting back up. 

Climbing off of him, I winced at the empty sensation that suddenly washed over me. Immediately I leaned up and untied Joe’s wrists, leaning down to give him a kiss. Crawling down to his feet, I undid the knots and threw all the tines on the floor. Eventually, I ended up back beside Joe. Giving him another kiss, I brushed some of the hair out of his face. 

“Are you okay?” I asked him softly as I looked into those beautiful green-blue eyes of his.

“More than.” He smiled at me, his eyelids drooping slightly. 

“Let me just go get a cloth to clean us up alright?”

I hurried, as much as I could, to the bathroom across the hallway and grabbed two flannels, quickly cleaning myself up, I took the other flannel out of the bathroom with me. When I got back into our shared room I saw Joe still awake on the bed looking at me. I made my way over to him and helped him clean up, careful not to overstimulate him anymore than he already was. 

Putting the dirty cloth into the washing bag in the corner of our room, I laid down on the bed next to Joe and covered us up with the duvet. Joe had his head between my bare breasts as I lovingly ran my fingers through his hair.

“Was all of that alright?” I asked him, wanting to confirm again that he enjoyed himself.

“Absolutely.” He told me with a sleepy grin. “Just what I needed after today actually.”

“Good, fancy doing it again sometime?”

“Definitely.”

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Finding Tommy - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary; The escape from the Hunters doesn't have a happy ending but Joel gets some solace after months in the snow

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: ptsd

Y/N’s POV

Waking to screaming is something I never, ever want to experience again. The way Ellie’s crying and sobbing, mine and Joel’s names falling from her lips. I’m on my feet in seconds seeing Sam on top of Ellie, hands scratching and snarling as he tries to bite Ellie but she’s fighting him off, they’ve toppled to the floor. A gunshot aimed at my feet stops me from getting to her but I’m so sick and tired of being scared so I take another step forwards while Joel hisses my name when Henry turns the gun to my head. This one definitely loaded. 

“No! That’s my brother man!” Henry cries but Ellie’s screaming is all I can hear, so I’m taking another step towards the kids. The next gunshot rings in my ears, causing me to stumble and fall to the right but it wasn’t aimed at me, it was shot from next to me. Sam’s on the floor with blood beginning to pool by his feet and the tears burn my eyes but I’m scrambling to Ellie, pulling her to my chest as she cries, “What did I do? What did… What did I do?” 

“Henry,” Joel speaks softly. 

“That was my brother. This is all your fault! All your fault!” Henry’s yelling, gun waving around until his eyes seem to settle on it. He’s staring at it in his hand and I know exactly where this is going to go, it’s the same look Elliott had on his face before he…

“Henry, don’t.” The ‘don’t’ comes out barely audible but it’s too late, the gun is pressed to his temple and then his brains are on the wall. Ellie’s letting out a broken sound and burying her face in my chest while all I can do is stare at Henry’s body but it’s not Henry’s body anymore… it’s Elliott’s. Oh god, I let him down again. Elliott dies again because of my inability to stop him putting the gun to his head. The glazed look in his eyes as he fell haunts me every time I sleep and I did it again. Failed again. Again. 

My name is being called but all I can hear is the ringing in my ears and my heart pounding in my chest. My hands shake as I begin to crawl towards Elliott, screaming and struggling when arms wrap around me as I cry for my brother. He’s so close but I can’t reach him, he’s fading as my vision seems to be through a fish-eye lens and my chest tightens, a choking feeling in my throat. I can see him right there but… my vision is blurring more and I’m gripping the arms holding me, feeling like I’m floating. 

*

No one brought up Sam and Henry again as we trudged on through the winter, burying them before we left. It broke my heart and Joel held me as I cried but that was it. The last three months went of with little to no excitement or surprises as we made our way to Wyoming. Joel and I hadn’t spoken about the kiss since but he was always within arms reach of me, it just wasn’t the same since the panic attack. Ellie had asked me who Elliott was once we had started walking after burying Sam and Henry but I just ignored her. I wasn’t ready. I could never be ready. 

The later autumn turned to winter and it got colder and colder, our outfits not doing enough to keep us warm from the biting air and Joel’s been glaring at me for the last hour as I gave Ellie my jacket to make sure she didn’t get a cold. 

Lucky for us a cabin appeared and we all seemed to know we had no choice but to ask for help as we were lost. Inside was an elderly woman, rocking herself in her obviously hand carved rocking chair, the warmth inside the small cottage chasing away the chill settling in my bones. She greeted us, in no way afraid, introducing herself as Florence and letting us know her husband would be back soon as he’s out hunting. She got up from her seat and began pouring three bowls of soup while Joel had his gun raised so I stamp on his foot and snatch the gun from him. 

“Hey! W-“

“She’s feeding us dumbass.” 

“Don’t call me a dumbass.” He grumbles back with no venom as he takes the bowl of soup from Florence. Ellie practically singing praises and fuck she’s right this is fucking good. It warms me to the core and I feel like I can relax again after months of being on edge, of being haunted by memories I’ve wanted to push down and forget and the lack of anything from Joel. This makes me feel like I’m at home on a cold day, surrounded by family and friends and like nothing could ever hurt me again. Of course it’s shattered when Florence lets us know that her husband - Marlon - wouldn’t be too happy with us being in his house and Joel reaches for his gun that I’d slipped into my waistband but I’m faster, slapping his hand away and fixing him with a defiant glare. He sighs in defeat, putting his empty bowl down and pulling the map from his pocket. 

Before he can ask Florence to show me where he is the door is opening and Joel’s shoving Ellie upstairs while I just stand, rolling my eyes at how defensive Joel is despite this couple being seemingly harmless and extremely friendly. I guess they don’t get a lot of people while bing in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. Marlon just stares at me and Joel and I wonder why he’s so weary, we’re unarmed currently. Oh wait, no… no, Joel’s got my gun now. He must have pulled it from my pack when we stood up. I send him a scowl and he ignores me but I know he sees the look, instead, he’s watching Marlon put the bow and quiver of arrows resting by the door. He’s casually unzipping his jacket as if he’s not being held at gun point, grunting in acknowledgement when Joel snaps, “And the gun, two fingers on the table, out of reach.” 

“Who are you?” Marlon asks, Joel trying to move forwards but I step in front of him so his chest collides with my back and he lets out a frustrated growl in my direction before directing his attention back to Marlon who is just eyeing us. 

“Just someone passing through.” 

“Why didn’t you shoot them?” Marlon’s turned to Florence who’s retaken her spot in her rocking chair. She just nods towards the other side of the room telling him the gun is all the way over there and I’m snorting a little with laughter, especially when Marlon notices the empty soup bowls, “You made them soup?”

“It’s cold out.” Florence retorts and I glance back at Joel, taking a risky pull at my gun but he pries my hand off it without even looking at me. 

“I’m looking for my brother.” Joel tells them, gripping both my wrists behind my back with the hand that’s not holding the gun to stop me trying to take it off of him. 

“Well, I haven’t seen him.” Marlon sits down in his armchair, not phased by the gun. 

“I haven’t told you what he looks like.” 

“He look anything like you?” 

“A bit.” 

“Haven’t seen him.” 

I’m biting my lip, Joel getting more and more exasperated and it’s just really fucking funny. Joel’s still holding his gun towards Marlon as if they’re really a threat but I guess the role of protector is ingrained into him very bloodstream now. 

“They’ve got a daughter with them,” Florence tells Marlon and I step on Joel’s foot before he can retort and Ellie’s running down the stairs while asking if she can come down, adding to Joel’s exasperation and my amusement so I wriggle my wrists out of Joel’s grip, tapping the map lightly. 

“Can you tell us where we are?” 

“If you got a map, why you lost?” Marlon’s lips are upturning in equal amusement and of course, Ellie’s quick bout beats me to replying. 

“Must’ve missed all the street signs in the enormous fucking forest.”

“Ho-ly” Marlon whistles, Florence chuckling along as I send Ellie a stern look that has her rolling her eyes at me. To my surprise Marlon leans forwards and points at the map before speaking again, “I didn’t mean to annoy you with your brother but you’ve come this far so you’ve Cody” I just shiver at the thought of Cody when we passed through, the whole town crawling with infected. The whole place got infected, no one making it out unscathed. 

“Any advice on the best way west?” Joel asks, seemingly less of edge and gun now lowered but the safety is still off so he’s not completely comfortable. I’ll take what I can take, I guess. 

“Yeah. Go east. Never go past the river. Death is there. We never see who’s out there but the bodies are always there. If your brother is west of the river, he’s gone.” The mood shifts and Joel’s hand tightens on his gun, I pick up the map and a broad hand touches my lower back. There it is again, the protectiveness and fear I’ll disappear or I’m guessing he’s scared I’ll become one of these so called bodies but I won’t. His hand is flat and warm even through the two layers of fabric and the fear is palpable but he tries not to let it affect him. A man off little emotions yet I can read him like a damn book. He’s pressing my back, to urge me forwards so I say my thanks and goodbyes before stepping back into the freezing wind and deep snow. 

“Put that back.” Joel scolds Ellie as she grabs one of the two dead rabbits Marlon caught but she doesn’t listen, slinging it over her shoulder as we make out way back up the embankment. Something’s wrong. Joel’s leaning against the fence, hand to his chest and his breath coming out in short puff, honey eyes slipping shut. Ellie opens her mouth to speak but I put her hand on her shoulder to stop her, moving closer to the man knowing exactly what is happening. He’s having a panic attack and I’m slipping myself between him and the fence, forcing him to press his hand over my heart so he can feel it beating, like he did with me before. It seems to work as his breathing evens out and he’s letting his head fall onto my shoulder for a moment, the ghost his chapped lips making my skin burn and me shiver. The lips curve into a cheeky smile before he’s stepping back, reassuring Ellie while leaving me watching the pair as they start to move on, having to jog to catch back up. 

He’s driving me fucking crazy and he knows it.

* 

We had found a cave to set up camp for the night and a fire had been lit but it’d gone out by the time of waking. I should have been shivering and cold but a arm was wrapped around my waist, body heat being shared. Ellie’s not in her sleeping back across the fire from us so I slowly wriggle free of the Texan, making sure not to wake him as he needs the sleep. 

Ellie’s standing my the entrance of the cave, Joel’s rifle in her hand and just watching the landscape, the sunrising and painting the snow with oranges and yellows. The birds sing and for once it feels oh so peaceful, Ellie smiling at me when she hears my approach. It has me wanting to sit down and just watch the snowflakes fall, each one with purpose and it’s everything I’ve missed. She joins me on the log I sit on, leaning her cheek on my shoulder and handing me the rifle which I lean against the log on my other side. It takes a few deep breaths before I speak up, knowing just how curious Ellie is about the world before the outbreak. I was young but there are things I remember, like snow days. 

“I remember waking up one morning, looking out my window and seeing everything blanketed in snow,” I tell her, voice barely above a whisper, “I was so excited as it was my first time seeing it, so excited I almost fell down the stairs in my rush to dress and go out into it. Elliott, he was my older brother. He was already waiting by the door for me, my jacket held out so I practically dived into it and barely had my boots on before I was tearing out the door. It was fucking freezing,” It draws a laugh from both of us, “Elliott and I had our first and last snowball fight that day.” 

“Snowball fight?” Ellie asks, nose scrunching up in confusion so I pull myself up, her following me. She watches as I grab some of the freshly settled snow and compact it in my hands into a ball before launching it at her, she shrieks in surprised before letting out a small war cry and copying me. Soon enough we’re running and yelling, pelting each other with snowballs and I’m grabbing her around the waist and spinning her before throwing us both into the snow. Both of us laughing so hard we don’t notice Joel leaning against the entrance to the cave until a snowball hits us both. I’m screeching as it went down the back of my jacket and it’s freezing, melting down my back. Ellie and I just glance at each other before we’re ganging up on Joel who’s grumbling and trying to protect himself from the onslaught of snowballs while trying to retaliate but he’s outnumbered and eventually just collapses back in the snow. 

“Victory is ours!” Ellie cheers as I stand over Joel, holding out a hand for him to help him up. He takes it and suddenly we’re so close, his cold nose bumping mine and our breaths mingling in the freezing air. Neither of us move until Ellie just sighs and yells at Joel to hurry up and kiss me so we can pack up and head on so that’s what the man doesn’t. His lips are velvet beneath mine, the kiss innocent and sweet but heating me to my core and everything I’ve been wanting from him for a while. 

*

We don’t much further on, reaching the river, crossing the bridge with a damn across it, all of us stopping to admire how crazy clear the water is. The woodlands are bare and empty and we’re too out in the open which Joel curses out. The echoing of galloping hooves invades every sense and Joel’s spinning around, grabbing both of our hands but we’re suddenly surrounded, never having time to even try and escape. Not like we could outrun horses anyway. 

Joel raises his hands and we copy as he calls to the masked bandits who are currently pointing rifles at us, “We ain’t looking for any trouble. We’re just passing through.”

“Drop the gun and you two, take five steps back.” The woman, obviously the leader snaps, eyes narrowing beneath her cowboy hat. Ellie glances at me so I guide her back five steps, trying to keep her calm when the woman speaks again, “You been near infected?”

“There’s no infected out here.” I reply and Joel’s shoulders tense up with rage when one of the men tells me to shut the fuck up. Joel looks like he’s ready to fight when they pull out a big black dog but it’s as if he can sense me silently urging him to be calm, we can’t have him trying to fight the eight people around us like he would fight anyone in the QZ who even thought about threatening me. 

“Last chance for a bullet. If you’ve been infected, he will smell it, and he will rip you up.” The same guy laughs and I lower one of my hands to grip Ellie’s, ignoring the way three gun immediately turn on me alone. I’ve come this far, she’s staying alive. The dog sniffs at Joel and his hands are shaking slightly, every instinct in my body wanting me to reach over and tell him it’s okay and that nothing can hurt him. The dog whines before making his way towards us, Joel glancing back in panic as Ellie’s technically infected. I shift Ellie behind me a little more as the do comes sniffing, crouching and lowly growling at me so I fix it with a steady glare having read somewhere it can be intimidating and it seems to work because the growl turns into a whine. 

The woman speaks up again, clicking her horse forwards a little, “You just bought yourself ten more seconds. What are you doing out here?”

“I’m just looking for my brother. That’s all, nothing more.” Joel tells her, breath shaky as she stares us down so I move back to him, placing a hand on his back like he does me. The woman narrows her eyes at us and up close she’s beautiful, the sliver of skin between her cowboy hat and the bandana pulled over her nose a breathtakingly rich umber colour. She narrows her eyes even more before asking a question that has the hairs on my neck raising, “What’s your name?”

“Joel.” 

*

The gates slide open, Ellie holding my waist tightly as we were given two horses. Joel took his own and I pulled Ellie up with me, cantering through the snow like in all those old movies. It’s breathtaking and I wish we didn’t have to slow to an easy walk while one of the riders waves a red bandana and the gates sliding open. 

People watch as we enter the town and all I can see is a society that is up and running again, as if the infected never existed. Ellie’s gasping, gripping me tighter before we all come to a stop and the gates are secured behind us. I dismount and help Ellie down with me, keeping her pressed close to my side as I have no idea what these people want or why Joel was the acceptable answer to the woman’s question. She’s now standing beside us and instinctively I pull Ellie to my other side, if she notices she doesn’t say anything. She wouldn’t have had time to say anything before Joel has frozen on the spot. His mouth dropped open a little before he’s raising a hand in hope and yelling a name I never expected, “TOMMY?!” 

The raven haired man on the scaffolding to our left looks up, eyes searching till they settle on Joel who’s jumped off his own horse now. The two are jogging towards each other, both not wanting to seem eager because they’re men probably. Idiots. But the reunion between them has my heart swelling with love but also grief as that can never be me and Elliott so I just hug Ellie close to my side as we watch the Miller brothers hug each other. 

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” Tommy asks, holding Joel at arms length and they just stare at each other, still in disbelief that they’re reunited again. 

“I can to save you.” Joel laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound that I swear to myself to hear again as they hug once more before Joel turns to me and Ellie and beckons us over, “Tommy, these are Y/N and Ellie.” 

“Pleasure to meet you,” There’s a knowing look in his cognac eyes and well, he’s not exactly wrong. Sure, I’m in something with Joel but there’s no label yet and Ellie… she’s my sister but honestly my feeling towards her are changing and shaping into motherly so, yeah he’s really not wrong, “Come on, you must be hungry.” 

“Fucking starving.” Ellie grins and Joel and I turn to fix her with a stern glare. Yeah, Tommy’s fucking right and we've only just met. 

“Ellie!”

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Chapter One ⇢ Save Who You Can Save

Chapter Two ⇢ Stitches

Chapter Three ⇢ Keep You Safe

Chapter Four  ⇢ Escape Kansas City

Chapter Five ⇢

Chapter Six ⇢ Revealing Secrets

Chapter Seven ⇢ Crossed Paths

Chapter Eight ⇢ Finding Family

Chapter Nine ⇢ Two Become One

Chapter Ten ⇢ Coming Soon

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A Jealous Scare

Pairing: Chase Elliott x reader

Warnings: jealousy

Summary: You absolutely love your boyfriend, Chase, but sometimes you want to spend some time with your best friend, Ryan.

Request from @xplr-hvpe: hey best fren! i love your writing a bunch! could you do one where you're hanging out with Ryan and chase gets jealous? i love u bunches!! 💛

A/N: I’m horrible at writing jealousy prompts, but I did my best! I also know nothing of Nascar and let's just pretend they live together so this fic can be easier on ol' Al here ;)

PSA: I respect Ryan, Chase, and both of their girlfriends. This is absolute fiction and for fun. No hate to any girls in their lives. Thank you.

Chase Elliott was not a man who got jealous easily. Well, at least he told himself that. He knew he could always trust his best friend and girlfriend, but seeing you sitting closely to said best friend on the couch made his blood start to boil.

Since you had been spending a lot more time with Chase recently than your shared best friend, you decided to do what you and Ryan always did when you had time to yourselves- a movie marathon! For as long as you’ve been friends with each other, you and Ryan would have movie marathons that would last the whole day. You started doing this even before you and Chase were together, so he was quite understanding when you suggested you both take a day away from each other.

While he may have been understanding, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy in hearing you wanted to spend the day with Ryan rather than him. Sure, he knew it had been a while since you and he had spent time together, but to take a whole day off from being with each other? Was he supposed to just ignore you while you were at his house watching movies? He couldn’t really wrap his head around it. So, in an impulsive move, he decided to crash your movie marathon.

You and Ryan were on your third movie by the time Chase decided to show up. He could see how much fun you were having and as much as he hated to admit it, it made him feel even more jealous. The deep pits of his stomach churning with envy. Regaining his thoughts, he moved behind the couch you and Ryan were occupying, trying to be as sneaky as possible.

Meanwhile, you and Ryan were currently watching a horror movie, both of you cuddled up in fuzzy blankets, a huge bowl of popcorn sitting in between the both of you, minds focused on the killer hiding behind the curtain while the main character was washing her face at the sink. Luckily for Chase, he had already seen the movie and knew exactly when to make his move.

Taking a deep breath, Chase screamed as loud as he could, "AHHHHHHH!!!"

Popcorn flew everywhere on account of you and Ryan jumping up from your places on the couch absolutely terrified, thinking it was the villain from the movie. Chase was doubled over laughing from the synchronized screaming.

"Wait a minute...Chase?!" You were thankful to hear those words from Ryan. A wave of relief washed over you both.

"Chase love, why would you scare us?" You asked.

He sighed, "Honestly, I wanted to be involved in your movie marathon."

You could tell he started to feel bad about scaring y'all. You also knew Chase got jealous pretty easily, whether he liked to admit it or not. You turned to Ryan, "You ok with him joining us?"

Ryan was also aware of his friend's jealousy and pitied him for it. He turned to Chase, "Well, we're almost done with this movie so how about you make us some new popcorn and join us for the next one. We're going to watch Friday the 13th and I know y/n will need someone to protect her," he elbowed your side.

"Hey! You're one to talk, you're the one who screamed when the jaws theme started."

He put his hands over his face, "You always have to bring that up, don't you?"

"Of course! What are friends for?" you chuckled.

Chase laughed at your squabble with Ryan, "Well, I guess I better clean up the mess I made and make us some popcorn. Let me know when the next movie is ready!"

A/N: This is pretty short, but like I said earlier I’m not great at jealousy prompts. I hope you nascar fans enjoyed this as well as you, tyjo! I hope this meets your standards and I’m sorry it took me so long to do this. It was an honor writing this for you ❤️💙

A/N #2: Like this? Then you'll like my other fic featuring Chase called "Dating Chase Elliott Would Include" which you can find here

[heartfullofleeches]

Masterlist

A masterlist of (most) I've left out some I'm not confident in/were mushed together through errors in the tumblr app. Reader is always gn unless stated otherwise in post

Oc Pronouns: X

OCS:

Quick Oc Intros - Lee, Host, Elliott (X)

Character Concepts - Yandere Incubus and Paralysis Demon - C.C, Verona (X)

Grand Prize: Yandere Show Host x Reader (Host intro) (X)

Host x Co-host reader (X)

Host Nsfw headcannons (X)

Host with flirty reader (X)

Lee headcannons (X)

Lee"s name (1)(2)(3)

Cutting your finger by Lee (X)

Cinema (Elliot Wiltshire intro) (X)

C.C (incubus) blurb (X)

C.C with anxious reader (X)

oc heights (X)

ocs with flustered reader headcannons (X)

oc's thought of starting a family (X)

oc's reaction if reader has a significant other (X)

ocs with a flirty reader (X)

Who would be willing to share an s/o (X)

which ocs are most willing to let their darling have a pet (X)

ocs react to the reader with the bubbly personality (X)

not writing descriptions for this (nsfw) (X)

how ocs kiss their darling (X)

Putting your hand on ocs thigh (X)

ocs with picky eater (X)

ocs with college student reader (X)

telling them you love them (X)

Mutli Part series:

Accidental Cult:

Starting the cult (X)

Your God gets jealous (X)

God lies to followers for worship (X)

Reader kills for their god (X)

Supernatural Harem Masterlist (X)

Supernatural Harem headcannons:

Baron(demon) nsfw (X)

Maddox (reaper) headcannons (X)

Alasdair (Gurdian Angel) (slight nsfw) (X)

Petting Alasdair"s wings (X)

harem with reader that cant swim (X)

kissing the harem a good morning (X)

harem with reader that likes to lay on their chest (X

painting the harems nails (X)

Alasdair true form (X)

harem stealing your clothes (X)

reader trapped on earth after death (X)

Jeremiah (priest) with angel reader (X)(2)(3)(4)

Misc:

Hurt: Male masochistic yandere bully x shy reader (X)

Opposites: violent male yandere x quiet reader (X)

Male yandere doll maker x doll reader (X)

Submissive male yandere x healer reader (X)

Beast: Male yandere x monster reader (X)

Show time: male yandere show host x reader (X)

Yandere Naga squeezing reader as a punishment (X)

Male yandere x crime boss reader (X)

Male yandere x delinquent reader (X)

Male yandere x superhuman reader (X)

Yandere male delinquent x reader (X)

Male servant yandere x Vampire s/o (X)

Male yandere x touch starved reader (X)

Forgiveness: Yandere cult x god reader (X) (2)

Male yandere fighter x healer reader (X)

yandere god taking interest in a cult member reader (X)

yandere God of death x reader (X)

Touch starved male yandere x supernatural reader (X)

The Beast's pet: yandere male x werewolf reader (X)

yandere supernatural creature x reader (X)

male yandere x vampire reader (X)

male yandere x crime boss reader (X)

Chase: male yandere x monster reader (X)

Pumpkin Carving: Yandere demon x reader (X)

My Guardian Angel: Yandere x reader (X)

Pretty Face: Yandere x serial killer reader blurb (X)

Symbiosis: Mutualism - Yandere cult x genderless deity reader (X) (2)

male yandere x shapeshifter reader (nsfw) (X)

Yandere male spider hybrid (X)

Male yandere x serial killer reader (nsfw) (X)

Yandere naga (X)

yandere husband X monster reader (X)

yandere merman x pirate captain reader (X)

male yandere exorcist x ghoul reader (X)

Masochistic Male Yandere x Friendly Sadistic Reader (X)

Yandere husband x Psychic Reader (X)

Flowers By Your Grave: Unnamed Male Yandere x Reader (X)

yandere male crime boss x male priest reader (X)

Fandom works:

Kai Satou - yttd (X)

Sullivan - Obsolete Dream (X)

Sal - Wadanohara (X)

Maekami - Obsolete Dream (X)

Masochistic Pro hero Hitoshi Shinso (X)

Masochistic Dabi (X)

[psychoticwillgraham]

Actually, fuck it. I’m just gonna open suggestions for what characters you all wanna see for each prompt because I can’t decide. They can be x reader or with a canon character, either is fine. These are the fandoms and characters for each fandom I’ll write for as of now, but there are some characters for media that I’ve seen before but am not currently active in the fandom that I’ll write for as well, just ask me and I’ll say if I know said media. Also, I’m willing to pair any of these characters together if you just wanna see how chaotic it’d be because hey, me too lol Just send me which character you want for what prompt and if you want x reader or with a canon character and I’ll see if I can make it work 💕

Glee: Kurt, Blaine, Elliott

The Mighty Boosh: Vince, Howard

NBC Hannibal: pretty much anybody in the core cast to be honest but mostly Will and Hannibal

AMC Preacher: Jesse, Cassidy, Tulip

Hellblazer: Constantine, Chas

Septic and Iplier egos: pretty much everyone but my main faves to write are Wilford, Dark, Host/Author, Damien, and Bim for the Ipliers, and all of the septic egos are fine but Schneep and Chase are my absolute favorite boys <3 (keep in mind that I haven’t seen ISWM on the Mark side yet so no characters from that until I’ve watched it)

[the-silentium]

11

Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reincarnation!Reader

Words: 2755 words

Warnings: TUA season 1 and 2 spoilers, violence, blood, mention of torture, swearing, angst.

Requested by: @asphodelshare​

Hi! I read your Five fics and I like your style of writing! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write one where Five had to leave the reader back in the 2019 Apocalypse bc he didn’t have a choice. He then sees her 1963 counterpart, she doesn’t know him and he tries to stop himself from reconnecting w/ her but he can’t help himself. It’s up to you if it’ll end on a happy note or an angsty one! Xx

A/N: The Eternals are my personal touch, so I guess this should be considered an AU of some sort. I'm sure this wasn't what you thought would happen, I'll be frank, it wasn't what I thought either 😂 The end just wrote itself! And it wasn't what I had planned. Ouups. 

He tried. Really, he tried. Ever since the first time he saw you walking in the street wearing a school uniform, a school bag hanging loosely on your shoulder and a lunchbox in hand, Five had had a hard time resisting his need to run to you and hug your form with all his might. Granted, Five had no proof that the girl walking away from him was this time-line version of you, she could simply be a perfect replica of your 15 years old self with the same habit of drawing on her school furniture, the same bright smile and the same bewitching laugh. Yes, she was just a replica. A too perfect replica. 

Five forced his legs to take him away from her walking form and tried to push the girl at the back of his mind. He had to concentrate on his task to stop the new apocalypse and return back in 2019 where he left you. 

It never was in the plan to let you die under the meteor shower that ravaged the Earth, if anything you were at the top of his list of people he had to save. Unfortunately Five came to the conclusion that the past was a place way too dangerous for you to venture, add this to the Commission who would surely double down their effort to kill the Hargreeves and whoever helped them, your chances of dying in the past were way too high for his liking. The boy would never be able to live with himself if you were to die permanently in the past and not for only a few days in 2019. 

For a whole day, Five managed to forget about the girl and his feelings altogether. Alongside Diego, he broke into their father's company building and discovered some precious information. The part of the night involving the younger Pogo let him a bitter taste in his mouth but it didn't stop him in the slightest. Back at Morty's, Five was almost surprised to find his brother still breathing on the couch, his new partner in crime cauterizing his bullet-wound. 

"Did you cut yourself shaving? I can teach you to shave like a big boy." Sighing the boy put a gaze to the bleeding scratches burning his neck. All he could hope now was that Pogo didn't give him Herpes B. 

"No, I just ran into an old family friend." Five turned around towards the kitchen in hope of finding a perfectly brewed coffee pot. He groaned in disappointment when he noticed that not only was the coffee pot empty, but Elliott wasn't tied in the chair anymore. 

"You untied him?" Five shot Lila a brief glance before returning his attention to his surroundings, listening attentively to any sound allowing him to pin-point the man's location. 

"No. Was I supposed to?" 

Ignoring her question, Five made his way to the rooms down the hallway. He never ventured there before, he assumed that the three doors lead to a bedroom and some storage rooms filled with conspiracy theories just like the living room. Turns out he was partially right. 

Elliott's bedroom was empty, the bed still undone. The next door opened on a black room with pictures hanging on the walls and dyeing material placed neatly. 

From behind the last door, Five could hear two distinct muffled voices. He recognized the first one as Elliott's but the second one made him frown in concentration. It sounded familiar even though he never really talked to anyone from this time-line other than Lila and Elliott. 

Confused, Five opened the door, not prepared at all to see you standing in front of a seated Elliott, the two of you arguing in hushed voices. The cracking door alerted you, your angry gaze instantly found him, standing in your doorway with his mouth slightly opened in shock like an idiot. 

Five gulped as you made your way to him, there was no way that she wasn't you. Not only did she look exactly like you, but her pissed-off expression was the same as the you he knew. Your fists were tight at your sides, no doubt giving you the courage to not back down before him, your furrowed brows created little wrinkles that Five desperately wanted to ease away by a light stroke of his fingers and your eyes. Oh your eyes. How he had missed their spark. 

“Who are you?” You harshly asked while poking his chest with your delicate finger. 

Five had a hard time keeping his arms to his sides, preventing them from pulling you into a tight hug that you were sure to hate. Instead, he breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm his frantic heart. “E- What are you doing here?” He mentally cursed the slight waver in his voice, then again, you tended to have that effect on him. 

“I live here. Why are you here?” 

He was at a loss of words and couldn't help but stare at you in disbelief. You lived here?

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” Elliott stood up, his anxiety showing in the form of a hand scratching the back of his neck. “This is my daughter Y/N. Y/N this is- this is- eh. He’s one of them.” 

You even had the same name! It finally clicked into Five's head. He had heard of the rare phenomenon back in his days at the Commission, someone extremely important to the balance of the time-line would reincarnate after each one of their deaths to keep the time-line on track. Those very few, only eight in the whole world, were constantly chased by the Commission who in the beginning tried to discover the secret of their perpetual rebirths but then changed their goal to killing them as soon as they could when they discovered that the reincarnations could remember their past and future lives. Five had always thought that the Eternals, as the Commission called them, were just a story created by bored time analysts to kill time. 

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, a small smile slipped out of his control at the perspective that this was really you right in front of him, his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime and the object of his affection. 

“The name’s Five.” So far you didn’t seem to remember him. Maybe you were too young or it was too soon. He had no idea how your condition worked.

"I don't care, asswad. You and your friends tied my father to a chair-" Five's heart stopped at the insult modern you used to call him all the time when his shitty attitude managed to get on your nerves. As much as he hated the nickname, he couldn’t help the rush of excitement he felt when he heard it. You may be starting to remember your future even if you were unaware of it.

"He tried to shoot us." Five deadpanned quickly remembering why they tied the man in the first place. 

"You are in our house!"

"He invited us in." Okay, this one was a lie. Five had space-jumped in first, but then Elliott hadn't kicked him out so he would consider it as an invitation to stay.  

"Dad!" You turned to the embarrassed grown-up, disbelief written all over your face. 

Five decided to let them argue alone and go control his ever growing feelings somewhere else, preferably somewhere you were not. Walking back to the kitchen to finally make himself some coffee, Five thought about how he could help you remember who you were- no, will be. 

“What’s the beeping?” Lila’s voice broke through his reasoning, catching his attention when she poked the computer screen. 

Five made his way toward the machine, a grin stretching his lips. “Vanya.” In a second he jumped away, carrying on with his plan to gather his siblings.

It was only two days later that he saw you next. You were eating your breakfast while quickly scribbling on a poor paper sheet, your foot bouncing rapidly on the floor as the seconds passed. Five was watching you over his warm cup of coffee, swiftly averting his gaze whenever you would lift yours. An elbow hit his shoulder, almost causing him to lose his balance and fall on the floor, wasting his precious black liquid. 

“What?” Five snapped at Luther after making sure his drink didn’t spill over his hand. 

“Why is Y/N here?” His whispering was not subtle at all although luckily for the blue-eyed boy, the sizzling eggs covered the excessive sound. 

Five went to his brother’s side, turning his back to you in the meantime. “She’s not the same Y/N. Well, she is but-” He groaned at the complexity of the situation. His brother would definitely not understand, so he went with the easy way out. “Long story short, this is her past life. Now stop talking abou-” 

“Oh, hey even your little girlfriend made it here.” Diego joined the conversation without a care in the world. He grabbed a plate along with some toast before dropping them at Five’s outburst.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” He could feel his body heating up despite his best efforts. 

All three of them tensed for their own reasons yet they all not so subtly turned their heads in your direction. If looks could kill, they would definitely be at the verge of death. 

“I’m not his girlfriend.” Five just received his killing blow. 

You hurriedly grabbed your bag under the table and rushed out of the room, paper in hand. The silence following your exit permitted your last words to bounce in his head, hurting his feelings like nothing before. If he could gauge the pain he felt at this right moment on a scale of 1 to 10, he would say that without a doubt this was a 10. 

What you said was the plain truth. In any lives of yours did you and him became a thing. It didn’t stop the fact that after all these years suppressing his romantic attraction toward you, Five had nurtured the hope that maybe one day, you two could be more than friends. Today this hope just blew up in his face, mauling his heart in the process.

So in the blink of an eye, the boy disappeared from the kitchen to live his pain alone, away from prying eyes and the pity of his brothers. 

Later that same day, Five was nursing his seventh cup of steaming coffee of the day when someone sat next to his own spot on the second floor, legs dangling in the air where the floor stopped to show the once TV shop. He sipped on his coffee as an attempt to show them that he wasn’t interested in the slightest in what they had to say, needless to say that it didn’t work. He should be used by now, it never worked.

“I’m impressed that you didn’t die from a heart attack or something. Your blood pressure should be pretty high with all the coffee that you drink in a day.” He nearly choked on his sip when your soft voice reached his ears. 

He turned to you, baffled to see you smirking at him. Not angry. Not annoyed. Playful. "You know, if you weren't from the future and weren’t endangering my father by your mere presence here, I would have loved to be your friend." 

Just when Five thought that he couldn’t be surprised anymore! "How do yo-?"

"Klaus doesn't stop talking about how he misses youtube." The boy sighed, clearly his brother couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He wondered if sewing his mouth shut would suffice to shut him up for good. Knowing Klaus, he would definitely find a way to express himself without his mouth. “Also I remember you, asswad.” You bumped his shoulder with yours before crossing your arms on the railing before you and resting your head on them. 

His eyes went wide, the meaning of your words slowly registering into his brain. He turned to you, trying in vain to not get his hopes up about your remembrance. A very genuine smile stretched your lips, making Five almost drop his mug on the floor below. He then realized that if you could remember your future life, then you surely remembered your future death and with it, how Five abandoned you to your demise. Guilt pulled at his heart at imagining what you went through because of him and fear darkened his heart at the thought that not only your past self would hate him but your modern self too. 

Something on his cheek caught his attention, the delicate stroke of your fingers awoke a fire under his skin when he noticed your gesture and the concerned frown disturbing your perfect features. This time around he couldn’t stop himself and reached forward, smoothing the creased skin with a light brush of his fingertips. 

“I’m sorry.” His hand dropped in defeat at his side, his gaze fleeing yours. 

“What for?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“I abandoned you to die.” His voice was so small, saying it aloud made him doubt his choice. He closed his eyes tightly to keep the tears away, his remorses started eating him alive. 

You moved closer and took the mug out of his hand when it was within your reach. You disposed of it before wrapping your arms around his waist and put your chin on his shoulder. He didn’t open his eyes, instead closing them tighter to the point that he started to see stars dance behind his eyelids. 

“You.” You blowed on the side of his face. Once. Twice. “Hey you. Open your eyes.” You sighed when he merely relaxed his facial muscles but kept his eyes shut. “I understand you know? You had to. I’m not mad.” 

You proceeded to poke his cheek when the absence of reaction on his part was starting to get on your nerves. “I’m talking to you, asswad!”

You gasped when Five suddenly turned his head to the side and connected his lips to yours with force. His hands found the side of your face to keep you close when his lips moved with yours in a desperate motion, as if you would vanish at any seconds. At one point, the kiss stopped tasting coffee, a salty taste replacing the strong addicting aroma.

Slowly Five pulled away to discover tears running down your cheeks. His first reaction was to close his hands into fists wanting to jump away and remove his damned heart from his chest with his bare hands. As the blue waves flowed around his fists, your lips stretched in a smile stealing his breath. 

"Took you long enough." Your almost imperceptible whisper was so loud in his ears. 

A smile mirroring your own formed on his face, he was beyond the moon all the while asking himself how he could have been so stupidly blind to your feelings. 

"We got there, that's what's important." You hummed in agreement before repositioning your head on his shoulder and contemplating what next. 

A few days passed and Five along with his siblings met their father. Needless to say that it went down pretty quickly. For some odd reason, Five found himself thinking that it could have been worse. Someone could have died. Or hurt. Everyone was in one piece if we didn't count Diego's soul. 

Space-jumping back at Morty's, Five thought that he was horribly wrong. Elliott's body laid in a chair obviously having been tortured before being executed. As much as the boy wanted to feel bad for the man who played such a great role helping him reach his goal, every thought that passed through his mind was directed at you. 

Five yelled your name before jumping from room to room before he noticed a crimson red trail leading to the black room. 

His shaking hand grabbed the handle of the slightly opened door, pushing it with a shaky breath escaping his lungs. 

If it wasn't of your school uniform you were wearing, Five couldn't have said for sure that this broken body was yours. The obvious torture you went through got him on his knees, water pooling from his eyes like two rivers. 

He was wrong. So dearly wrong. This, right now, was the worst pain he ever felt. He didn't even have to open his chest to relieve himself of his excruciating pain for his heart had completely stopped at the agony scaled to 11.

[thisisawonderfulusername]

let’s save the world

season two, episode five

five hargreeves x reader

summary: gathering the family together never ends well, but at least you can relax with a few of the siblings.

trigger warnings: cursing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: it took me literal years to find a gif for this one. not even kidding. i ended up settling. i am also sorry about how long this took to come out, i was very busy with school and some other health stuffs😂 anywho i hope you enjoy it

you all watch as reginald’s car gets farther away, and you sigh softly. it’s the eyeball all over again. time to chase after it before it bursts into flames before your eyes.

“you know, i’m starting to get the impression that dad’s avoiding us.” you look to five, away from all the people that filed out of the consulate.

“what gave you that idea?” you chuckle quietly, shaking your head as you look down at the dress you wore, and hated. you couldn’t wait to get it off, but you frown as you notice the missing piece. “i lost my bow to choke that guy, and it didn’t even work.”

scratching the back of her neck, lila glances to the three of you. “i hate to be the boring one, guys, but we need to get the hell out of here.”

as she moves to leave, you getting ready to follow, five steps in front of you to look at the woman with narrowed eyes. “when you mean ‘we’, who exactly are you referring to?”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look at the boy, and lila seems just as confused, shifting her gaze to the side for a moment. “not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence.”

five doesn’t back down- by now you’re used to that. “listen, i don’t know who you are or where you came from, but i’d advise you return posthaste.”

diego leans towards him, “five, she’s right, we have to get out of here.”

“i just saved your life, you kinder shit!” lila spits out, “if i hadn’t stepped in, all that would be left of you is a blazer and some bloody socks.”

looking to the side as you chew on your lip, you felt quite ready to leave right about now. the dress was starting to feel a little too tight, enhancing the pain you felt from the hits you had taken.

“that’s the problem.” five points out, “you’re too good, you ask too many questions. you know too much. and you fight like you know what you’re doing.”

looking back to the small group, you think about what he had said, and it was starting to make sense. “he’s got a point.” you mutter, looking at the girl with a raised eyebrow, almost asking for an explanation.

“so i know how to handle myself, and that makes me the bad guy?”

you wanted to believe she was a good person, the ‘crazy lady’ who you had met in the car who just seemed to be tagging along- but she was starting to seem more suspicious the more you hung around her.

“whoever you are, you’re in my way.” five tells her, “if i see you again, i will kill you.”

he starts to walk away, and for a moment, you’re planted in your spot, staring at his retreating form. quickly shaking your head, you leave the other two behind, catching up to him.

-

when you got back to elliott’s, you had crashed on the couch after changing back out of the dress, and as you did, you had seen that one of the punches you took left quite a gash in your side, and you assumed the only reason you hadn’t noticed it before then was because of the blood that had clotted and dried around it, or maybe the adrenaline from such a fight.

either way, it didn’t matter. you were use to getting injured by now, it was a part of working for the commission and now, apparently, it’s a part of saving the world. you simply cleaned it, put some bandaging over it, and called it a day.

now, you sat on the same rolling chair that you always claimed in the door frame to the kitchen, leaning your head against the wall as you watch luther- who had finally decided he was ready to help, apparently- made some scrambled eggs. the mug that you held, filled as much as possible with coffee, was still scalding hot, but that didn’t stop you from taking the smallest sips every so often.

diego paced the kitchen floor, “no, no, no. i don’t understand. they keep following me.”

luther doesn’t even look up from the pan, which was basically overflowing with the eggs. “who?” he questions, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“those dutch sociopaths!”

“they’re swedish, you idiot.” five corrects him, leaning against the wall across from you, “hired guns paid to eradicate us before we can do any more damage to this timeline.”

“yeah, but why now?” diego raises an eyebrow at the boy, “i mean, i’m-” he snaps his fingers, “-fine. for three months until you showed up.”

luther nods slightly, “yeah.” he finally looks away from the eggs, “i was here for a year and no one messed with me.”

looking back to you two, diego holds his arms out, looking for an explanation. rolling your eyes, you stand up, kicking the chair away from you and into the living room. “so you’re saying it’s our fault, hm?” you raise an eyebrow at them, “even if it was, and it’s not, it doesn’t change the fact that we only have six days left before the end of the world.”

nodding, five glances at you for a second. “the closest anyone’s gotten to dad was that driveway, at the consulate.”

as his stirring slows, luther looks up. “well, that’s not exactly true.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you watch as five steps closer to him. “what do you mean?”

“i saw him.”

you listen as he recounts the time he landed in the alley, when he got on a bus and went straight home- to the umbrella academy. when he arrived, there was some sort of house party going on, as people filled the building, all chatting and drinking champagne.

reginald stood with a circle of people- coincidentally talking about the end of the world and the uncertainties with time. when he walked away to get another glass was when luther stepped in, and was brushed off and humiliated in front of all the guests.

“that’s pathetic.” you all watch as the man scarfs down the eggs he had made, diego being the first to speak when he finished his story.

luther looks to him as he shovels more eggs onto his fork, “yeah, well, at least he didn’t shank my ass.”

“no, bro.” diego leans forward slightly, “he shanked your heart.”

you can’t help the small laugh that escapes you at the comment, and five looks between the two of them as luther hums in acknowledgement.

elliott enters the kitchen, looking to the large man. “is that my bath robe?”

luther looks to him, his mouth full and his eyes wide as if someone caught him sticking his hand in the cookie jar. “no.”

“look, who cares what he shanked?” five finally speaks from beside you, moving to the more important business. “he knows something about time travel.”

raising his hand slightly, elliott looks to him, “uh, why don’t you just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out.”

with a sigh, five stands up to refill his mug, and you quickly hold out your own in a silent request. “anyone care to explain?” he questions as he takes the cup, walking over to the counter and grabbing the coffee pot.

“first time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse.” luther states.

diego is next, “second time, he ended up without hair on his balls.”

chuckling quietly, you finish, “this time he scattered us all across the timeline here- in dallas, texas, also possibly triggering a doomsday.”

five turns as he finishes refilling the mugs, looking to the man. “any more questions, elliott?”

he quickly shakes his head, and diego starts to speak again. “guys, you’re all missing the big picture here. dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal that’s planning to kill the president.”

you take your mug back with a quiet thank you as five hands it over, and luther looks to luther with confusion written all over his face. “a cabal?”

“ignore him.” five tells him, leaning against the counter, “look, the way i see it, we only have one option.”

without looking away from his eggs, luther raises the question everyone has. “oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“it’s time to get the umbrella academy back together.”

oh god

you’re not sure if you can handle them all at once again.

diego looks at the ground for a second. “hell yeah. family meeting.”

“okay, then can one of you guys get allison?” you look to luther as he stares down at his plate, suddenly incredibly invested in his eggs.

raising an eyebrow, you take a sip of your coffee. “are you two still... uh, canoodling?”

the man doesn’t answer, only tilting his head to the side a bit. diego slowly leans towards him, “do we need to talk?”

“no, she’s married.” luther speaks through his mouth full of eggs, and you scrunch your nose up slightly.

diego nods slightly, “dude, that’s rough.” he leans back into the back of his chair.

luther forces a chuckle, “i can handle it.” the expression on his face only a second later, as you honestly think he’s close to crying his eyes out.

“i’ll get her.” five sets his mug down, and you watch as he walks towards the archway into the living space. “do you think you can get vanya without, uh, squeezing her to death?”

luther looks at him with a deadpan expression from the comment. “i’ll try.”

“good.” he looks to you, “you should go with. just to, you know, supervise.” you nod with a light laugh, though luther doesn’t look nearly as amused as you are from the light jab at him. a second later, five is gone with a flash of blue.

you down the rest of your coffee as elliott stutters for a moment. “uh, what should i do?”

with a small smirk on his face, diego looks towards him. “prepare for company.”

-

“y’all know, jell-o used to be a delicacy.”

you sit in the living room of the apartment after you had managed to get vanya, along with her, luther, and diego, as elliott goes on about the disgusting concoction in front of him.

“in order to make it, you have to boil down a whole mess of hooves... you know, horses, cows, pigs, it doesn’t matter.” fire begins to dance across your fingertips as you stare at it in boredom, your lips pressed into a thin line. “but not everybody has a bunch of hooves lyin’ around. it wasn’t until, uh, a couple of sassy new yorkers figured out how to dry it out for the rest of us to use to... enjoy this ambrosia.”

diego looks to him after sticking all his knives in a little sheath, clearly as bored and annoyed as the rest of you. “if we have some, will you shut up?”

your nose scrunches up at the thought of having to eat that... sludge, and the fire immediately dies out. “maybe.” he quickly grabs one of the bowls around the table, beginning to distribute the thing he called food.

“i’m good.” you mumble, waving your hand as he looks to you, clearly disappointed from your refusal, but you could handle that. there was no way you were going to eat whatever that was.

luther’s face is scrunched up as he watches the man scoop up the ambrosia, deciding to look away and to vanya instead. “how are you feeling?”

the woman, who was slouched into the couch with her hands resting on her stomach, glances towards him. “pretty shitty, to be honest.”

flipping one of his knives in his hand, diego looks to her. “how would you say you are on a scale from one to... ending all life on this planet?”

sighing heavily, you lean forward and rest your elbows on your knees, ignoring the searing pain in your side. “seriously? put the knife away, idiot, she’s fine.”

his gaze doesn’t move from her. “the last time i saw this one, she had me suspended midair, sucking the life out of me with energy tentacles.” he stops flipping the knife to point it towards you, “i think i’m allowed a little time to process.”

“i would love to see an energy tentacle.” elliott looks up from his creation, looking between the three of you.

shaking your head, you sigh. “no you don’t.”

vanya sits up, looking to the man. “i don’t remember what i did, but i’m sorry.” she shrugs slightly, “if that means anything.”

he looks to her for a moment before he finally stops pointing the knife around, instead holding it at his side on the armrest. “it does.” that surprised you, but at least you wouldn’t have to stand around for another family argument. “just going through a lot right now.”

beginning to speak about ‘a girl he likes’, you roll your eyes. before he’s able to speak too much, the bell on the door downstairs jingles and you can hear laughter- allison and klaus.

“anyone here?” she calls out, and you stand from your seat, as does everyone else, going to stand at the railing of the balcony.

you can tell that the two of them are at least a little drunk from the amount of giggling from the two of them. they stop to look up at the five of you, and klaus takes his glasses off. “i know this is impossible, but did we all get... sexier?”

rolling your eyes, you watch as everybody else goes down to have a heartwarming family reunion, allison and vanya hugging before klaus joins in.

“alright, let’s get down to business.” five turns and goes up the stairs, everyone else following. as they come up, you take your seat once again, all of them taking their own places around the room.

standing in front of all of you, five sticks his hands in his pockets. “first thing i want to say is i’m sorry. i know i really screwed the pooch on this whole going back in time and getting stuck thing.” diego nods slightly, and you prop your feet up on the coffee table, nudging the empty bowl out of the way. “but the real kick in the pants here is, we brought the end of the world back here with us.”

“oh my god, again?” everyone looks to klaus in silence. “all of you knew? why am i always the last to find out about the end of the- oh my god, my cult is going to be so pissed, five! i told them we had until twenty-nineteen!” he whines.

you sigh softly as you run a hand down your face, “well, better inform them it’s coming sooner than that. we have six days.”

“is it vanya?” he takes a sip from his drink, and allison scoffs, “what? it’s always vanya.”

deciding to ignore it, vanya looks to five and you turn back in your seat, shaking your head. “do you have any leads, five?” the woman questions, and diego is already handing him the file that holds the picture of their father in the knoll.

“yeah, we have one.” five tells them, passing the folder over to allison, who doesn’t waste time in opening it up.

“holy shit, is that dad?” she looks at it in disbelief, and vanya quickly leans toward her to examine the photo as well.

after a moment, five continues to explain. “we’ve been trying to talk to him about what exactly this means, so far we’ve got nothing.”

“not nothing,” diego quickly adds, “we know that he’s planning to kill kennedy.”

“possibly,” you make your entrance into the conversation, “but we don’t know who or what sets doomsday in motion.” you remove your legs from the table, leaning forward slightly, “could be kennedy, could be something that doesn’t have anything to do with him.”

five nods, “but, if we know something changes the timeline, we have to make it right.”

her eyebrows furrowing, allison cuts in. “yeah, but how are we supposed to do that if we don’t know what to fix?”

“oh, come on, do the math.” diego tells her in irritation, “we know dad’s having shady ass meetings with shady ass people. we know he’s on the grassy knoll in three days to kill the president. so i think we all know what we have to do.”

“kill dad.”

“find dad.”

the two have very different ideas, apparently, and five turns his head to look at him with furrowed eyebrows, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing at the incredulous look.

it’s quiet for a moment before vanya speaks. “none of us are supposed to be here, right? i mean, what if it’s us?” she looks around, “has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?”

another bout of silence surrounds you as looks are exchanged between everyone, before luther takes a deep breath to start a circle of accusations.

“diego has been stalking lee harvey oswald.”

pointing a finger at the big man, his voice raises immediately, “and you’re working for jack ruby!”

“allison has been very involved with local politics.” klaus pipes up from his seat beside you.

“okay, and you started a cult.” she points at him, giving a mocking smile.

while klaus hissed as if he were a cat, vanya sat up in her seat slightly. “i’m- i’m just a nanny on a farm, i don’t have anything to do with all of that.”

allison looks at her, “well, maybe you do, we just don’t know it yet.”

a loud whistle catches everyone’s attention, looking towards diego. “look at yourselves. everything in our new lives is connected to kennedy. that can’t be a coincidence. luther works for ruby, allison is protesting against the government, dad’s on the grassy knoll, klaus-” he pauses for a moment, looking at the man, “is doing something weird and pervy, but it’s probably connected in some way. clearly we were sent here for one special reason. save john fitzgerald kennedy.”

rolling your eyes as everyone starts to argue, you stand from your seat, feeling a headache coming on from being around this incredibly dysfunctional family, unable to not think about how peaceful it was when you were normal for once, just working in a diner.

“guys, you all die.” you look back at five as he speaks, cutting through all of the clashing voices. “i was there. i saw it. i wish i could forget it, but i can’t. i saw russian nukes vaporize the world with all of you in it, in a war that never happened until we brought it here. hazel gave his life to save us so you may need to shut up and just listen to me.”

you frown slightly at the confession, feeling bad that he had to see his family die yet again. you couldn’t imagine seeing your family buried in the rubble of your home, or actually watching the blazing fire that wipes them out from a nuke that takes out the city.

“i don’t know if the things we all experienced here are connected. i don’t know if there’s a reason for everything. but dad will.” he looks around at his family and to you, “we need to him before everyone and everything we know is dead.”

you’re about to voice your agreement, but luther is the one to speak first. “okay. i’m out.”

with furrowed eyebrows, you watch as he stands from where he sits, already heading towards the stairs. “were you even listening, luther?” you question in disbelief.

he looks to you. “yeah. yeah, i was. i heard a fifty-eight year old man who still wants his daddy to come and fix everything.” he gives a derisive grin, “and you can count me out. it’s time we all grew the hell up.”

everyone begins to call him back, and you can’t believe what you had just heard, quickly running around the chairs and being able to step in front of him before he starts making his way down the stairs, you walking backwards with each step he takes. “you’re kidding, right?”

five appears next to you with a blue flash, and luther finally stops as he stares up at him. “no one leaves until we figure this out.”

he looks between the both of you for a second, before suddenly he’s grabbing your arm and tossing you over the railing of the stairs as if you’re as light as a feather. you yelp from the surprise, and five is gone before you can grab onto him, landing on the tile floor with a groan as you curl in on yourself.

“asshole!” you call out to him as he leaves the building, diego following after him for who knows what reason.

standing from the ground, you hiss in pain as you feel the gash in your side sting like hell. you lift your shirt slightly and peel the bandage back a bit to see that the scab that was starting to form had teared apart, and you press your lips together as you let the bandage and your shirt fall back into place.

“let’s go!” you hear klaus call out, and you see the remaining three siblings start to make their way down the stairs. “oh, y/n!” he calls when he sees you standing at the bottom, smiling slightly, “would you like to get some tacos with us?”

looking to the side for a moment, you sigh, before looking back to him. five was gone and you didn’t know when he was coming back, so why not? “tacos sound amazing right now.”

-

music played from the radio resting in front of the mirror on the table matching the rest lined along the wall in the hair salon, and allison ranted about her husband, comb in hand as she messes with klaus’ hair.

with a groan of annoyance, she continues. “the nerve of that man.” she chuckles bitterly, shaking her head, “i mean, one thing goes wrong, and he’s on a warpath! i mean, doesn’t know who i am?” she looks into the mirror in front of him, pointing the comb, “no, no. no ray, you know exactly who i am. you just can’t handle it. i’m protecting him.”

you take a sip from the bottle of champagne on the table next to you, already feeling the alcohol taking effect as you smile slightly, watching the two of them as you hum along to the music. “protecting him from what?” klaus questions, his cigarette between his lips as he raises an eyebrow at her.

“the end of the world, for one.” she responds, the irritation clear in her voice.

vanya speaks from her seat across the room, her feet propped up on top of the table. “hey, is the world really going to end in six days?”

it’s quiet for a moment, and you take another drink from the bottle. “it did last time. i saw the aftermath.” you shrug, “sure, i didn’t see this one, but five wouldn’t lie about something like this.”

klaus gets up from the salon chair, and allison puts the comb she was using to the side. “hey, wouldn’t it be weird if five grew up all hot?” he asks, moving to stand in the middle of the room, grabbing one of the extra bottles to fill up his flask. allison expresses her disgust. “oh, ew! ew! please, miss ‘luther was my lover.’“

holding her hand up, the woman started defending herself. “we have never even kissed.”

“yeah, but you guys were making little sick moon-dog eyes at each other, all through puberty and breakfasts and all that.” he argues, motioning wildly with his hands.

turning her seat around so she can look towards all of you, vanya voices her confusion. “aren’t we all brothers and sisters, or?”

klaus snorts at the question, and you look to allison as she sits in klaus’ previous chair. “well, technically, it-”

“technically?” you cut her off, sitting up in your seat with a chuckle as you look to her, “if you have to use the word technically, you’re already in trouble.”

klaus giggles from where he stands, looking to vanya for a moment, “okay, can- can we focus?” allison dismisses the conversation, “i mean, clearly, we’re not saving the world tonight, but maybe, maybe, we can at least try to save my marriage!”

“no!” klaus cries out, and you grin, “no, because that’s- that’s like asking a nun how to hump someones leg. i mean, who in this room knows shit about relationships, huh? this one-” he points at vanya, “in secret love with some... farm frau,”

“her name’s sissy.” the woman whines.

“which is an improvement from her last lover, the serial killer.” he laughs, and vanya looks very confused from that comment, her eyebrows furrowing. “meanwhile i’m carrying a torch, for a soldier i haven’t technically met yet, luther is... in love with his sister. and you!” he spins around to point at you now, and you’re surprised by his sudden call out, “y/n, you don’t even realize that you’re ridiculously in love with five!”

you gape at the declaration, not even able to comprehend the accusation, but it doesn’t matter, because he keeps on. “face it, the only healthy long-term relationship in this family, was when five was banging that mannequin.” allison crosses her eyes, falling back into her seat, “the only thing the umbrella academy knows about love,” he holds his flask up into the air, “is how to screw it up.”

the two women mutter their agreements, and you take a long drink from the bottle, sighing as you let your head fall against the back of your chair, the champagne resting on your leg.

“how do you guys deal with this?” vanya questions, and you lift your head slightly to raise your eyebrows in question, and she continues. “all of it. the time travel, seeing the dead, the end of the world...”

“well i get really high,” klaus tells her, plopping into the chair behind him, “allison, allison... lies to herself.” the woman kicks a rolling stool towards him in irritation, causing him to flinch, “y/n works herself to death helping five, and you suppress all your emotions, deep, deep down, until you... you blow shit up.”

rolling your eyes, you decide to ignore his comments, looking to vanya. “yeah, i’d like to not do that anymore.” she looks to the floor.

“well,” you stand up, stumbling slightly, “you have six days.” you look at the nearly empty bottle of champagne, and you scrunch your nose up. did you really do that?

“what are we supposed to do with six days?” allison scoffs.

klaus mutters an ‘i don’t know’ and vanya seems like she has an ah-hah moment as she sits up in her chair. “i’m going to tell sissy i love her.” she announces, and klaus looks at her with raised eyebrows, his hands up in the air at his sides, “i don’t want any secrets.” she shrugs her shoulders.

“yeah-” allison grabs her bottle and stands up from her seat, “yeah, you’re right! ‘cause if everything’s going to go tits up, the least i can do is be honest with my husband!”

klaus rests his elbows on his knees, “oh... does that mean i’m going to have to face my cult?” he sighs, “i just hate group breakups- it’s why i stopped dating twins.”

vanya throws her hands out to the side, her eyebrows furrowed. “this family is amazing.”

the other two chuckle, and you shake your head with a grin on your face. yeah, their family is incredibly dysfunctional, but at least they were connected on some level. “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” allison giggles, and klaus stands to hug her, both of them struggling to stand upright on their feet.

they motion for you and vanya to join, and when the woman hops over to engage in the group hug, you sigh and join in, having to lean against them all to keep yourself up.

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(an Apex Legends Revenant x reader fic where the reader and Revenant were in a relationship back when he was human, and, after his “death”, the reader was put into cryogenic suspension for some reason. 200 some years pass, and the reader is thawed out, and she and she is reunited with her former lover who is now the simulacrum Revenant. I had the name Michael in mind, but someone on twitter mentioned that he looked like a James to them, and I thought that was a near perfect fit, so I went with James instead.) This story is based on an THIS IDEA I came up with. If anyone wants to write their own fic based on this idea, it's perfectly fine with me; I just ask that you send me a link to the fic so I can read it.😊

I could feel the stare from across the room as I sat on the drop ship, waiting to drop into World’s Edge. Though unsure whether out of nervousness or curiosity, maybe both, I glanced in the direction where the glare was coming from only to be met with a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the darkness, locked on to me with laser focus. It was the simulacrum, Revenant. A simulacrum, a human consciousness in a robotic body; I found the idea equal parts fascinating and terrifying at the same time. Though the notion was somewhat intriguing to my scientific side, there was  also a part of me that considered the idea to be wrong, just… against nature. I’d heard the stories about Revenant, the rumor that, in life, he was once the greatest assassin The Syndicate ever had. The Syndicate’s greatest assassin. To my knowledge, there was only one person who had ever been given that title… James. We were engaged to be married when James died. We both knew well the dangers of his job, but it did little to ease the pain of being delivered the news of his death. Though I didn't have any proof, I'd always somewhat suspected The Syndicate was responsible somehow, that it had possibly been intentional. The rumors surrounding Revenant were partly what caused me to join The Apex Games, that, and the need to find something to make me feel alive after spending the last two hundred or so years in cryogenic suspension. Since I'd been brought out of cryo sleep a few years ago, I’d wandered somewhat aimlessly, trying to find my place in this new life. When I heard about The Apex games and the rumors surrounding their newest participant, Revenant, I had to see for myself. The games would give me the thrill I sought, and I would get the chance to encounter Revenant, see him for myself. Perhaps I was crazy for even considering the possibility that the simulacrum could somehow be, or could ever have been James, but I just had to find out somehow; I had to face Revenant in person. What did I have to lose besides my life, which, at the moment, sorely lacked purpose.

    I was startled from my thoughts by the voice of Elliott Witt aka Mirage. “Damn, _______, what’d you do to piss off the murder bot?” I blinked in surprise as I managed to turn my gaze away from Revenant and turned to look at Elliott beside me.

   “What? Nothing. I… I didn’t…” I shook my head slightly. “I mean, I couldn’t have done anything to him. We’ve never even met…” 

   "Could've fooled me." Elliott remarked. Though the simulacrum was certainly an unsettling presence, there was a strange feeling of… familiarity, even if only slightly, that I couldn't seem to shake. Or maybe I was just imagining it. Wishful thinking perhaps? I didn't have time to give it any more consideration as the announcement was made that we would be dropping into World's Edge.

   The first half of the match went fairly well; my squad had managed to make it into the top ten. During the second half of the match, I managed to get separated from my squadmates, Mirage and Octane. We were about to be hit with an EMP from Crypto's drone, and the three of us scattered, fleeing in different directions. I tried to reach them over the comms, but, evidently, the EMP had apparently disrupted those as well. 

   As I wandered World's Edge alone, attempting to get the comms working again so I could get in touch with Elliott and Octavio, I quickly got the feeling someone was watching me, stalking me even. My first thought was of Bloodhound. They could easily trail me without being noticed; they were, after all, a hunter and a tracker. Another possibility was Wraith; she could follow me virtually undetected as well. But, when I turned around to take a look, I was taken somewhat off guard by what I saw; standing a few feet away from me stood the simulacrum, Revenant, staring at me just as he had when we were on the drop ship. I shouldn't have been surprised, but for some reason, he had been the last person I'd expected to be there.

  "Hello, girlie." He took a few steps towards me, his glowing yellow eyes staring a hole in me all the while. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared; anyone in their right mind would be. But, I did everything I could not to show it. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. I probably should have run, but something kept me rooted to the spot. Besides, I was certain there was no way I'd be able to outrun the simulacrum should he decide to give chase. So, instead, I did my best to look intimidating, trying not to let on just how anxious I was. 

   "What do you want from me?" If he'd wanted to simply kill me, there would be no reason for observing me so closely, would there? There must have been more to it… He laughed, a deep rumble in his chest, and had he the ability to make facial expressions, I was reasonably sure he'd have been grinning, no… smirking. He continued towards me until he was directly in front of me, towering over me at almost seven feet tall. His yellow eyes were still glued to me, scanning me over, taking me in. He bent down slightly, presumably to  get a better look at me. Observing me even more closely. There was something hypnotic about those eyes, something that made it difficult to look away, and, maybe this sounds crazy, but I couldn't help thinking that, if you looked deep enough, close enough, there was something almost… human about them. 

   He reached out a hand, and in that moment, I thought my life had reached its end. I had seen video footage where his hand morphed into a blade with which he'd use to put a swift end to the lives of many "skinbags". I was certain that was to be my fate, that or he was about to snap my neck in one swift motion. What actually happened, however, was the last thing I expected. He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my face upwards to better look him in the eyes. His touch was surprisingly gentle for a killer simulacrum. I froze in place, both shocked and confused by the action. 

   It reminded me of something, bringing back a memory I'd half buried in my grief. James was 6 feet tall, a good bit taller than me. Snarky asshole that he was, he loved to tease me for being shorter than him. I'd always tease him back that I wasn't short, that he was just unnaturally tall. Whenever he wanted to look into my eyes, he would place a finger gently under my chin and tilt my head slightly upwards for me to better look into his deep blue eyes. Just as the Revenant was doing now.

   "What… what is this...?" was all I could manage. Could it be true? Was it really him? It couldn't simply some strange coincidence, could it? 

   He let out a slight chuckle, a low sound from deep in his chest."You always have been a tiny little skinbag, haven't you, _______?"

   My mouth dropped open, and I froze in place. Finally, I managed to stammer out the name, a name I hadn't spoken for so long. "J… James…?" The simulacrum froze upon hearing me speak the name. It was clear by his reaction that he hadn't heard in quite a long time, if he'd even remembered it at all. I was unsure just how much the human aspect of his mind had been affected. He tilted his head slightly to the side as he looked at me.

    "Heh. I wasn't sure if you'd recognize me." He was still for a moment before leaning in even closer. "Or, if you'd remember. But, then again, I didn't think I'd ever see you again. Alive, at least." If I didn't know better, I could have sworn I'd heard something in his voice; he sounded almost… hurt. Was he upset about not knowing I was still alive? It wasn't as if I could come to him and tell him. Until a few moments ago, I hadn't even been sure that he was who he was. And, it wasn't as if anyone else could tell him I was alive. Almost no one knew the details of his identity when he was still human.

   "James, I…"

   "James is dead." he snapped, cutting me off. I shook my head.

   "No. No, that's not true. There has to be something left of you in there. You knew who I was, this whole time, you remembered me. It's true you may be made up of mostly tech and mechanics, but your mind… your mind is still yours. And those emotions you're feeling, hurt, rage… those are all very human. Machines can't feel emotion; that's something exclusive to humans. Or, at least, living creatures…"

   "I'm not him anymore. I'm a ghost, a shell of that man. A Revenant."

   "James, I…"

   "Revenant." he corrects me, cutting me off once more.

   "Revenant. I had no idea… about what they'd done to you. I mean, I had my suspicions about the Syndicate, that they had something to do with your death, but… but, afterwards…" A tear escaped my eye, running slowly down my cheek. "I had no idea what they'd done to you. I'm so sorry..." I blinked as another tear ran down my face. He let out what sounded much like a frustrated sigh rather reminiscent of the ones he used to in life whenever I'd say something sappy to him. Being a hitman, James was never the romantic type, but whenever I'd make an attempt, he would always just sigh, sometimes even going so far as to humor me.

   Slowly, he moved his hand up to wipe a tear from my eye, much more gently than I'd have expected from a killer robot.

   "You skin bags are always so emotional." he remarked, though his voice was softer than I'd have thought possible. "You couldn't have known, so cut it out, alright?" Though it sounded harsh, I knew better. Even in life, he was never much good at reassurance; this was the closest you'd get from him. He was trying in his own way. 

   I nodded. "Okay… okay." 

   "Now, you want to tell me how it is a skinbag like you is still alive after all these years. I mean, you do look old, but not that old." I could hear the snark in his voice at his last comment, and, if it had been possible, I was certain he would have been smirking. It earned a slight chuckle from me.

   "Well, that does tend to happen to us skinbags. We age." I shook my head, grinning slightly. "It's… kind of a long story. It involves spending over a decade in cryosleep. I got thawed out a few years ago. But, now's not the time for that. I'll give you the details later, after the match." He silently leaned in, resting his forehead lightly against mine. 

   A few moments later, I heard footsteps approaching. I whipped around and pulled out my Alternator, pointing it in the direction of the footsteps, only to come face to face with my squad mates, Mirage and Octane. "Jesus, you two!" I yelled, lowering my weapon, "Don't do that! I almost shot you guys!" Elliott was holding his hands up in a defensive manner, looking rather shaken. 

   "Okay, okay! Don't have to tell me twice!" he remarked, exhaling a deep breath he'd evidently been holding. "What's this all about?" He gestures towards Revenant and me with his hand.

   "When I saw you two, at first I thought I must be seeing things. But, then, Elliott said he was seeing it, too, so I knew it had to be real." Octavio commented.

   Revenant chuckled lowly. "Well, looks like it's time for me to go. You've got some explaining to do to your friends. See you soon, girlie." And, with that, he disappeared as quickly as he'd first appeared earlier. 

   "Since when are you so cozy with the murder bot? What the hell did we miss?" Elliott remarked. I sighed, rolling my eyes. 

   "Later. I'll explain later. Right now, just focus on the games or I'll shoot you myself." 

[cali-holland]

The Phantom of the Opera- Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Prompt: When Harrison signs up for the musical The Phantom of the Opera to impress a girl from class, he doesn’t realize he’s been chasing the wrong Christine. (College AU)

Word Count: 2100

Main songs: Think of Me  -  The Phantom of the Opera  -  All I Ask of You

Warnings: swearing probably

A/N: tom was not billy elliott in this lmao also might have overhyped this one hahahaha my bad

Masterlist   Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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“The Phantom of the Opera?” Tom looked at his friend with his eyes wide in surprise and disbelief.

“Yep.” Harrison nodded. A nervous smile on his face found its way onto his face as the two of them walked into the student union to grab some coffee before their shared music appreciation class.

“This isn’t High School Musical. This is a legit musical, one that even has opera in the name.”

“Look, it’s extra credit to just audition, and, if I get the role, I’ll be acting opposite of Vicky.” He reasoned. Vicky was the T.A. in his music appreciation class, the girl that he was currently fawning over, and the girl who was most likely to get the role of Christine. The discussion paused as they ordered their drinks, and stepped to the side, “Can you audition with me?”

“Hell no. No extra credit is worth performing in a musical.” Tom shook his head, scrunching up his nose in disgust at the thought of auditioning.

“Whatever. I’m still auditioning.” Harrison said.

“Hey, Harrison, Tom.” You smiled, coming to stand by Harrison as you waited for your own drink. You were the other T.A. for said music appreciation class, being a music major yourself. “Are you auditioning for The Phantom of the Opera?”

“Yeah, might as well for the extra credit.” Harrison replied, neglecting to add the Vicky excuse.

“Which part?”

“Uh, the phantom?” He shrugged, and you let out a small laugh.

“You’d be better as Raoul.” You told him, making him look at you confused. “I mean, I know the director’s looking for a tenor with a wide range for the role of the phantom. You’d probably be better off trying for the part of Raoul.”

“You haven’t even heard me sing, and I feel like you’re already insulting my voice.” He joked.

“I’m just saying,” You laughed, “Raoul’s role is easier on your vocal chords, especially since you’re not classically trained. I can help you with your vocals, if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Are you and Vicky auditioning?” He asked. Tom elbowed him lightly as a way to tell him he wasn’t being smooth about asking about Vicky.

“She’s auditioning for the role of Christine. I probably won’t audition.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like singing in front of others.” Before Harrison could reply, your name got called and you went to get your drink. “I’ll see you guys in class.” You smiled before leaving.

“Are you sure Vicky’s the T.A. you like?” Tom teased.

“What the hell are you on about?” Harrison questioned.

“I’m just saying, you and Y/N talk a lot more than you and Vicky. Are you sure Vicky even knows you exist?”

“Vicky knows I exist.” He defended himself, “Y/N’s just a friend.”

That weekend, Harrison met you at one of your college’s piano practice rooms to help him with learning lines and practice singing for the audition. For wanting to do it simply for extra credit, you were surprised he was taking it so seriously. You suspected there was another underlying reason, but you also didn’t know Harrison well enough to try to push it.

“I’m doing it wrong, aren’t I?” Harrison asked with a defeated sigh.

“You’re missing the emotion. This is the first time Raoul is seeing his childhood love. Christine’s is captivating the entire opera with her voice, so you need to sound captivated, awestruck.” You encouraged, beginning to play the notes to “Think of Me” again on the piano. You knew exactly which piece the director would have all the Raoul auditions sing, and so you focused on helping him sing the part. Harrison could act well, but it was the combination of acting and singing that he struggled with. You said, teasingly, “This time, with passion”

“Can it be? Can it be Christine?” Harrison sang, but this time with a sense of awe in his voice. He stood beside the piano, reading off the music sheet. Loudly and passionately, he exclaimed, “Bravo!” before continuing his lines “Long ago, it seems so long ago,”

“Hold it!” You reminded him, knowing he’d try to cut the next line short like he’d been doing.

“How young and innocent we were, she may not remember me, but I remember her,” He finished the part, almost out of breath.

“Okay, so you need to get the breathing down.” You laughed.

“You try singing the same lines over and over again. It’s hard.”

“If you want the role, you’ll have to sing the same parts over and over again.”

“You sing then.” He said, and you started to play the piano again.

“I don’t sing in front of other people.”

“Come on, music major.” Harrison nudged you teasingly. “I’m not even trained and I’ve been singing.”

“Fine, I’ll sing, but just so you can practice coming in at the right part.” You caved. Harrison smiled as you started to sing. “Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we’ll never do, there will never be a day when I won’t think of you,” You nodded over to him, signaling for him to start his part.

He sang through his part with the right emotion again. He smiled, encouragingly at you to have you finish Christine’s part.

“Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade, they have their season so do we, but please promise me that sometimes, you will think-” You stopped prematurely.

“Why’d you stop?” Harrison asked, “You were really good.”

“Thanks. I haven’t warmed up at all. That’s not an easy note to hit.” You replied, taking a sip from the water you had placed on your piano bench beside you.

“Why don’t you audition? Your voice is incredible, and I’m not even a music person.” He insisted with a small laugh.

“Vicky’s operatically trained, and I mean I took vocal lessons so I’m trained enough to sing some arias, but nothing crazy.”

“I think you’d make a good Christine. I’m auditioning, and you just had to sit through an hour of me singing like shit, so I’d say you got a chance.”

“You’re not bad. You just need practice.” You reassured him, looking at your phone to check the time. You had reserved the room for an hour and your time was already up, “We should go before someone comes to kick us out. The audition’s tomorrow, are you ready?”

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.”

~~~

“I swear to god, if you get this role, I’ll do your music homework for the rest of the semester.” Tom said as he walked the halls of the music building with Harrison.

“I sounded like shit yesterday, so,” Harrison trailed off. He halted his steps as he heard a familiar voice coming from a practice room. He peered through the window to see you playing the piano, and singing another piece from the musical.

“Your spirit and my voice in one combined, the phantom of the opera is there inside my mind, is there the phantom of the opera,” You closed your eyes, vocalizing the high notes of Christine’s part.

“Holy shit.” Harrison breathed out, taken back from the intensity of the notes.

“Y/N can sing like that and you’re still into Vicky?” Tom asked in disbelief. You stopped singing to drink some water. The two boys quickly jumped away from the door.

“Right, the audition.” The blonde remembered, returning his anxious journey to the musical auditions.

Harrison didn’t see you again until the next day in class, when you pulled him aside to talk about the musical.

“How’d the audition go?” You asked with an eager smile.

“I think it went well.” Harrison replied, “I heard you in the practice room. You can sing, really sing those high notes.”

“It was nothing.” Your cheeks heated up. His words made your heart do flips. 

“No, I’m serious. You should’ve auditioned.”

“That’s what I wanted to tell you. I did.” You said, “I auditioned for Christine.”

“I’m sure you got it.”

“Actually,” You paused and he raised his eyebrows as a way to tell you to continue, “I’m Vicky’s understudy.”

“The roles are out?” He asked, immediately forgetting about your own role.

“Not officially. I’m not supposed to tell you, but you got the role!” You smiled, hugging him in excitement.

“I’m- I’m Raoul?” Harrison looked at you with a smile of disbelief. He thought it was impossible for him to get the role.

“Yeah, you did! Congratulations!”

“Wow, I’m going to be in a musical.”

“You’ll be a lead in a musical.” You emphasized. You checked the clock and saw it was time for class to begin, “C’mon, lecture’s starting.”

You watched from your spot at the front of the music room as Harrison whispered something to Tom, who let out a small groan. Based on the smile Harrison threw your way, you knew it had to do with his role.

~~~

Over the course of the next few weeks, you and Harrison grew closer as you helped him prepare for the role of Raoul. Of course, during rehearsals, he’d work with Vicky, but he still turned to you for practice outside of rehearsals. With each practice, you found yourself falling harder for the blue eyed boy, which only made it harder during rehearsals when you’d have to watch him and Vicky act as Raoul and Christine.

“One week until we open. How ya feeling?” You asked Harrison, once he’d emerged from the wardrobe department. With opening night only being seven days away, practice was daily and rehearsals had changed to dress rehearsals. You had to admit he made a dashing Raoul.

“Nervous.” He replied, adjusting the collar of his suit.

“You’re going to be great.” You reassured him.

“Y/N!” The director called out to you, drawing your attention away from Harrison.

“Yes?”

“You’re on. Vicky’s ill.” He announced. You hurried off to the costume department, getting into Christine’s dress.

With the rush of Vicky’s absence, you and Harrison didn’t have time to talk before the rehearsal started. Despite the first act of the play leading up to Christine and Raoul’s musical number, you were too focused on going through the lines to really think of “All I Ask of You”.  It wasn’t until you stood on the rooftop set that you realized the magnitude of the situation- you were Christine now and Harrison was Raoul. The soft violins began, striking up the romantic piece.

“No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I’m here, nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you,” He started to sing, gently placing his hands on your bare shoulders as you both looked out into the audience. You turned to him, losing yourself in his warm blue eyes, “Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I’m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.”

“Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always,” You sang back. He rested a hand on your cheek, keeping your face intimately close to his, just as scripted. “Promise me that what you say is true, that’s all I ask of you.”

“Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. You’re safe, no one will find you, your fears are far behind you.” He continued the next verse as he hugged you gently before leading you in the choreographed walk around the rooftop.

“All I want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you, always beside me to hold me and to hide me.” You sang, the two of you coming to a pause in the center of the stage.”

“Then say you’ll share with me, one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude, say you need me with you, here beside you, anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine, that’s all I ask of you” Harrison pulled you into his loving embrace, your back pressed against his chest, swaying the two of you slightly to the music.

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you.”

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning.” You sang together in harmony as you moved to stand in front of him.

“Say you love me,” Your voice trembled slightly as you registered how close you were to Harrison, captivated in his embrace.

“You know I do,” His voice came back, full of passionate emotion.

“Love me, that’s all I ask of you,” The two of you sang. As the music grew louder and more dramatic, Harrison pulled you in for a passionate kiss, taking you by surprise. He and Vicky had been rehearsing without the kiss; this was a change. He picked you up and spun you, his lips still on yours. He set you down and you pulled away from the kiss.

“Anywhere you go, let me go too,” You both sang out, holding out the notes, before softening. “Love me, that’s all I ask of you.”

Before you could help yourself, you kissed Harrison one last time. Hand-in-hand, you two exited the stage, leaving the set for the phantom’s reprise. You watched the scene from the side of the stage, not realizing you still held Harrison’s hand. The director nodded over to you and Harrison, signaling your part of the reprise.

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning.” The two of you sang, off-stage. 

“You will curse the day you did not do, all that the phantom asked of you!” The phantom finished the song , with the theme replaying loudly over the speakers.

“That was fantastic! Intermission before the next act!” The director called out, clapping proudly. It was then you realized you were still holding Harrison’s hand, and you dropped it quickly, hurrying off to change, not particularly wanting to bring up the kiss with Harrison (though you were both guilty of kissing the other unexpectedly).

As you changed into Christine’s pink masquerade gown, you found yourself thinking through your last scene. You really liked Harrison, he had caught your eye the first time you’d seen him in class, but now, you were tangled between the blurred lines of fiction and reality. Did he actually want to kiss you, or was that just him acting as Raoul, caught up in the romance of the song?

A few minutes before the second act was set to begin, you were dressed and waiting anxiously near the side of the stage, mentally running through your lines again. You knew this next act focused on Raoul protecting Christine from the phantom, and the romance between Christine and Raoul was intensified as they were now engaged in the musical. You had barely made it through the last act, keeping your feelings for Harrison together, but this next act would just make it all the more difficult.

“You’ll be fine.” Harrison’s voice made you jump in surprise as he appeared beside you. His blond extensions were smoothed back to a small ponytail, and he wore Raoul’s blue masquerade suit, accentuating his eyes perfectly. “You sounded amazing in the last act, don’t stress yourself over this one.”

“Thanks. You were pretty great, too.” You smiled softly. There was an odd tension in the air; you knew how you felt, but you didn’t quite yet know what he thought of you- or if that damn kiss was intentional. He looked as if he was about to say something, but you spoke up first, letting your nerves get the better of you, “Look, Harrison, that kiss-” 

“I meant it,” was all he could say before the masquerade music began, signaling the start of the second act. He gave you a nervous smile before he rushed off to his stage position. The chorus started to sing, and you couldn’t do anything to stop the rehearsal. You and Harrison went through the movements of Christine and Raoul, through the masquerade, the graveyard, all of the scenes. 

When the rehearsal finally finished, you were grateful. It was hard enough to remember lines as it is, but even harder with Harrison’s words racing through your mind. The curtain had barely closed before you pulled Harrison in for a passionate kiss, cupping his cheeks softly. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. After a moment, you pulled away breathlessly.

“I’m so glad you convinced me to be Raoul.” Harrison laughed, kissing you again. 

When opening night came, you surprisingly didn’t feel overwhelmingly nervous with Harrison playing your Raoul. He was so happy that he had tried out for the musical. “All I Ask of You” was by far the easiest scene for him to perform.

~~~

Tag List: @viagracex @theamazingtomholland @violette-hollxnd​ @heyitsshrez

Harrison Tag List:  @tomkindholland​ @calhtlland 

[kimhargreeves]

A Boy's Best Friend-Five x Reader

A/N:Comic book fans wanted it, I wanted it and the show never gave it to us. I haven't read the comic but I know Five decided to adopt a special someone to keep him company. If you've seen the comics then you know. Also happy birthday to the guy who plays Five himself, Aidan Gallagher! Happy birthday can't believe he's 17 already😲🎂🎈

Summary:Five has been stressed ever since you both arrived at Dallas. You spot him looking at something in a petstore so you decide to surprise him with a furry friend🐶

"Shit, I need a cup of coffee." Five muttered annoyed at the man who looked at us afraid especially when Five teleported uimself behind the man to grab a cup of coffee. "W-Who are you two?" The poor man stuttered looking at us both. I stood still not knowing why the man was shaking, Five as behind me sipping his coffee quietly. "I'm (Y/N), and he is Five." "Five?" The man asked to which my adoptive brother sighed out annoyed and finished the coffee in no time. "Long story! We don't have time for this, time is running out." He said walking past me and held the man against the wall, he began asking some questions while i began to look around the place. It isn't the most decorative place but it'll do. It's cozy and if it weren't for the apocalypse then I would definitely live here. Just a few minutes ago we escaped from our first apocalypse and now we have to stop it again. I'm lucky that I got to arrive here with Five since none of our other siblings arrived. It is 1963 and we made it to Dallas. I heard the man whimpering still afraid at how Five was talking to him. "Five! Will you let the poor man go, be grateful to him. He's letting us sleep here." Five sometime didn't seem to mind me talking to him back like this. He did seem annoyed by it every so often. He rolled his eyes and fixed his suit. "You're right." "I'm letting you both sleep here?" The man peeked his head out. Five and I groaned and turned back to him, "Yes!" The man seemed weirded out when he saw us both following each other everywhere. He must think I'm a pedo..but whatever! What we need is to find our brothers and sisters. It was night time and we were laying on the bed just staring at the ceiling in silence. "Something's bothering you, spill it." Five demanded knowing me well, too well for his own good. "How are we going to stop this?" I ask a bit too afraid of what his answer might be. Five stayed quiet for a few seconds but reached over to hold my hand. "I don't know..I can't lose any of you again." He whispered low enough for only me to hear. I couldn't sleep well that night and those words kept repeating in my head over and over. Elliott nearly choked on his cereal when he saw me walking out in just a towel since i had gotten out of the shower. Five looked at him and grabbed a newspaper and placed it over the man's eyes so he wouldn't see me. I felt special knowing Five still cares a lot for me. Elliott was also very generous to have made us breakfast, Five on the other hand quickly drank his coffee and kept on saying "we don't have time for breakfast" So I had to eat quick and follow him before he could run off without me. We went all over town and we were lucky to have found Diego in a mental institution and later we found the 2nd family member, Vanya. She was hidden in a corn field and looked scared when she saw us, she didnt know who we were so I quickly knew she has amnesia. "Hey, Vanya." "Y-You know me?" She stuttered looking at us both. I smiled and held out my hand. "We're your brother and sister." Five told her. "I have a family?" Vanya smiled and tears began to fall down her face. She was so happy to have found us. From there we found Luther in some sort of fight club, later Allison and Klaus together. Diego had escaped the asylum place with a girl called Lila after some Swedish men were chasing after them too. Five, Vanya and I were sitting at a diner eating pancakes and drinking coffee. For once this morning felt peaceful, it was rare to see Five like this. I enjoyed every second of it and Vanya kept on saying how awesome this family is. I paid the water and the three of us began to walk down the streets, Vanya and I window shopping and admiring the many thing displayed on them. I turned around and saw Five standing in front of a pet shop. I began to walk over to him and Vanya closely following me. Five's eyes were fixed on a small brown puppy. The puppy tilted it's head and happily barked and wagged it's tail. I saw a glimpse of Five smiling back at the adorable puppy. It's so cute! Vanya nudged me and I looked at her back confused. She nodded her head and I understood what she meant by it, so I stepped next to Five and admired at the puppy. "That's one cute puppy right? You know they're up for adoption maybe we can-" "No." I tilted my head and looked at him confused. "What do you mean no?" Five imitated me with my tilted head. "You seem like a lost puppy, why would I need another you. You can feed,shower go to the bathroom by yourself. A dog can't do those things and with all of this happening, I don't want to put a pet, let alone a dog through anything dangerous." Five told me and kept on staring at me with stern eyes. "Now do as a puppy and stay, I have something to do." What? I stood still and watched Five running to whatever it is he saw on a roof. "Did he just call you a dog?" Vanya asked trying her best to not laugh at me. I turned to her and shrugged my shoulder, "I guess he did." I replied andended up laughing along with her. "Come on, Vanya. I'm getting that puppy." I grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the pet store. *********** "You are one adorable puppy. Yes you are!" I could help but sweet talk at it and the puppy wouldn't stop wagging it's tail at how happy it was. Five still hasn't arrived from the place he went out to with Diego. And everyone else was asleep at this time even poor Elliott fell asleep on his working table. I heard the door open and I hid the puppy inside the box with holes poked on it so it could breathe. "Five! About time you came back I was worried sick. Where is Diego and what happened to you?" I began freaking out a little when I saw blood on his cheek, like a scratch. "You're not cheating on me are you?" Is the first thing I ask. Five looked back at me weird and scoffed at my question. "You're a weird one and no. Pogo attacked me and Diego lost on a fight against Dad, that crazy girl is stitching him up." He tiredly said and sat on the bed. Now's the time! I leave over and held the box out to him. "What's in the box?" "Will you just stop questioning everything and just open it?" Five slowly did and he pulled out the puppy out. The puppy seemed even happier at the sight of Five. Five had a stern look on his face which could scare anyone else but as soon as he saw the puppy he looked happy. He's already in love with the pup. "I decided since you've been too stressed that you need someone to keep you company and make you happy all the time. It's a he and his name or Mr Pennycrumb." Mr Pennycrumb gave out a small bark and licked Five's face. Five looked at me and smiled a little. "I didn't expect this sort of gift, thanks  (Y/N), but just so you know, you also make me happy all the time." I felt my cheeks turn red and my entire body shiver at the compliment. "I'll be right back then." I smiled and left the room for a few minutes. As soon as I returned, Five and Mr Pennycrumb were asleep. Five held his new companion protectively in his arms and the puppy has his face buried into Five's clothes. They are both adorable and I knew they would be a perfect match for each . I smiled at the sight of them both, so to not disturb them I turned out the lights and got myself comfortable on the small couch near the bed by the window. I took one last look at them both and slowly closed my eyes and couldn't wait to spend my day with my two favorite people.

[justsparklingwords]

Dating Chase Elliott Would Include

Going to his races and cheering him on

Being the loudest in the crowd

Him driving you around the track full speed

You stealing his race outfit(s)

Him thinking it’s sexy af on you

Staying up all night watching movies

Victory sex

Being best friends with his sisters

Him taking you fishing for the first time

You almost falling out of the boat

Inside jokes

Prank wars

So much pda

He is the king of cuddles

He spoiles you

You have at least three dogs

First date was him taking you to see a horror movie

Date nights

Ultimate tickle fights

You playing with his hair to help him fall asleep

A/N: did this for my best friend, @blxck-vxdka , she is so supportive of my writing and I’m so grateful for that. Love you tyjo 💕 (I hope this was good enough)

A/N #2: Like this? Then you'll like my other fic featuring Chase and Ryan Blaney in my fic "A Jealous Scare" that you can find here

*not my gif

[moonstruckbucky]

Wanted

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: A little sexual tension but other than than, none!

Notes: This is for @delicatelyherdreams 1K writing challenge!! I chose the Cop!AU. I had such a blast writing this and it’s probably the fastest piece I’ve ever written, and it might just be one of my favorites. Feedback is always appreciated.

Bucky basks in the praise as he, once again, proves he’s the best detective the NYPD has seen since...well, probably Olivia Benson and Elliott Stabler. He knows they’re fictional, which is the whole point—the NYPD hasn’t seen a detective like him, ever. He’s whip-smart, able to pick apart cases seam by seam, unraveling the mystery until it’s presented to the chief on a platter. He’s won awards for his bravery and his ability to always nail the bad guy, and they hang in his apartment, on proud display.

Two of the uniforms lead the would-be carjacking rapist back into a holding cell until arraignment. Bucky’s broken away to drop his jacket on his chair, listening to the others around him congratulate him on a case well-handled. He prepares to sit, but the chief popping out of his office makes him pause.

“Barnes, need you in here,” he says before his head ducks back inside. Everett Ross is the youngest chief in NYPD history, having taken up the mantle when his father retired. He’s a smarmy shit who Bucky can’t stand a lot of the time, but he deals with him with the help of a beer after every shift.

“Yes, Chief?” he asks as he loiters in the doorway.

Ross drops a file on the desk, open and filled with paperclipped printed sheets. “Think your burglar is at it again.”

Suppressing a grin, Bucky kicks off the door frame and picks up the file. Time-stamped video surveillance screenshots show a hooded figure exiting a gated property, back hunched as it tries to avoid the camera. No such luck. The photo is dark, but he knows it’s her. He has her form pretty much memorized, and he knows where he’s going to find her.

The bar is nearly empty, not unusual for a Wednesday night, but he finds her in the same place he always does. Back corner, facing the door with her back to the wall. Her hood’s been lowered, allowing her hair to drape freely around her face. She’s unsurprised to see him when he saunters closer. In fact, she already has a drink set in front of the chair across from her, her own tumbler in her nimble, sticky fingers.

“How’d you get me this time?” she asks, voice as smooth as the bourbon she’s nursing. Bucky drops into the empty chair, his knees propped open. He picks up the glass.

“Surveillance camera. You should know those neighborhoods have those. What did you lift this time?”

With a smirk, she pulls a gold wristwatch and a pearl necklace from an inside pocket in her jacket. Bucky sighs, shakes his head as if in disapproval. She looks affronted.

“They didn’t need them,” she reasons, tone defensive. He merely raises an eyebrow. She deflates. “I’m pawning them. Saw a mother and son begging on the street. Everyone just walked on by. These’ll at least get them a room inside for a little while.”

His relationship with her is unconventional, to say the least. She’s a thief, a criminal, sneaking in and out of rich people’s houses to lift their belongings and pawn them off later.

But she never keeps any of it.

It always goes to a family more in need or a women’s shelter or an animal rescue. So even when he figured out who she was a year ago, he doesn’t turn her in. He can’t. His morality won’t let him. She’s a modern day Robin Hood, and though Ross will have his ass if he ever finds out, Bucky can’t bring himself to bring her in. So he chases her, lets Ross think he’s closing in, only to fall behind again.

Her eyes glitter in the dim lighting and she leans forward, smirking. Her perfume assaults his senses. “Does it bother you? Letting me give you the runaround?”

He chuckles deeply, and he doesn’t miss her shiver. “Honey, if it was a runaround, you wouldn’t keep showing up here, waiting for me. You love to gloat about your spoils.”

She nods, mouth twitching, and she leans away, taking her marvelous scent with her. “Fair enough. Maybe I like the chase. Maybe I like you chasing me.”

He shakes his head, pupils dilating. “You’re a tease, doll.”

They make eyes at one another over their drinks until Bucky’s face turns serious. She knows what’s coming, and it settles sourly in her stomach.

“They’re going to catch you,” he murmurs. He’s afraid to speak any louder in case she picks up on the worry in his voice. For her. Damn his job. He can find another one. But her? This life is what she knows, and he’s scared for her future if she’s ever caught. She’s evaded punishment so far, but luck runs out.

She takes a while to respond. Her bottom lip is between her teeth when he looks up at her. He somehow dreads what she’s thinking.

“I’m leaving.”

It hurts worse than he cares to admit, and he inhales sharply. She frowns. He knows this was inevitable, knows nothing could really happen between the two of them. But he knows she needs to lay low, away from New York, for a while. So he nods, resigned, and drains his glass. It clatters loudly on the table when he lets it go a couple inches above the wood, slight anger masking the unexpected hurt he feels in his chest. She watches him, a combination of wariness and worry swimming her eyes, and he can’t take it. He looks at his lap.

“I know.”

He’s glad this admission has the same effect on her. Her shoulders drop and a deep sadness settles behind her eyes. He’s glad he’s not the only one heartbroken. He doesn’t say anything else, and it’s like her tongue is rushing to fill the now awkward silence.

“This couldn’t work, Bucky,” she implores. She knows he knows, and yet, she’s trying to convince herself as much as him that this is the right choice. “You’re a cop, and I’m….”

“A criminal.” His wall has gone up, and he misses her flinch.

“Yeah. A criminal.”

They’re at an impasse, both afraid of what’s to come, neither willing to admit that this has become so much more than a game to them. She sighs, tips back the rest of her drink, and makes to stand. Bucky remains seated, his eyes watching her shirt because he’s too scared to meet her eyes. She tosses on her jacket, twirls her hair and shoves it up under her baseball cap.

She rounds the table and pauses next to him. Her hand is warm through his leather jacket, and he swallows. It’s the first time they’ve ever touched, and he really hates that it’ll be the last.

“Good luck, Bucky,” are her final parting words, and then she’s gone.

Her perfume still hovers around him as he stays there, lost in his own head. The aroma threatens to make him drunk, both off of it and off the daydream he’s playing in his head. A daydream of their shared life together, of happiness, laughter, and love. But it’s a farce, and he shakes himself from it. The walk back to his lonely apartment is cold, and he feels like there’s now a hole where his heart is supposed to be.

She took it with her in her exit.

                                              ➳ 8 Months Later ➳

Bucky pokes his head out of the bathroom, thinking he’s mistaken when he hears a knock at his door. He waits, and it comes again. Furrowing his eyebrows, he tosses the wet towel he dried his hair with into a hamper and pads to the front door. He’s dressed for bed, having showered after a long afternoon of paperwork, and he isn’t expecting any guests.

When he opens his door, she’s the last person he’s expecting, and his surprise must register on his face because her smile turns sheepish. She’s changed her hair, dyed it and cut it short, but it’s her. Bucky knows because no one else’s eyes have turned him to complete putty in a matter of seconds.

“Hey stranger.”