#he got more and more alone it makes ma so sad

[daryldixonswoman]

MDNI

Era: Quarry, established relationship

Warning: Porn without plot, grumpy pent up Daryl. Unprotected p in v-wear protection folks. I woke up thinking about this I had to write it down. Help me, I need this man like I need water 🥵

Life had changed quickly. It felt like only yesterday you and Daryl were cozied up in a cabin along the mountains, away from his brother, away from the world. He'd come back from a day of hunting, usually with different game. You'd cook the food and serve your man and he'd make sure to satisfy you after, long into the night. You loved your simple life with Daryl, he was less stressed and grumpy. But alas you had found yourselves in the apocalypse, surrounded by strangers. Strangers who would give Daryl and Merle funny looks, quietly snickering to eachother. He was out hunting again most days as Merle just sat by his tent getting drunk. You felt like you hadn't had a moment alone with your man and your body began to notice. You were craving him, a hot fire consuming your body. He was sitting on one of the rocks by the water sharpening his knives, a pissed off look on his face as he noticed a few members of the group staring at him before quickly looking away as they got caught. Daryl scoffed returning his focus back to his knives. You take a seat next to him. His natural musk filling your nostrils instantly. You go to touch his forearm and he shrugs you off never letting his gaze leave his knives. You knew he was pent up but he was so focused on survival, you knew he wasn't be selfish but god did you miss him.

Y/N: "Daryl" you pout

He looks at you briefly before looking away

You sit closer next to him, your body craving his touch, anything. A quiet whimper escapes your lips as your eyes grew misty. You weren't sad, you were just overwhelmed with the need for him. You weren't sure if it was because you and Daryl hadn't had time alone in over a month or that he took on a new protective role but you needed him.

Daryl looks through his brows at the group, they were a fair bit away as they had made their own little set up by the RV. You could see him chewing his bottom lip, his breathing becoming a little heavier.

Y/N: "Daryl" you repeat, more with a quiet pleading tone which made him look at you. You couldn't read his expression at first as he stared at you. His face was red and his nostrils flared.

Daryl: "Dammit woman" he gruffed stabbing his knives into the dirt as he grabbed your forearm harshly pulling you along with him. You almost stumbled over a root but you were just so excited to finally have his attention. You'd follow him blindly anywhere.

He pushes you up against a giant rock face by the water, away from the judging eyes of the others. His arms incasing you as he studies your face, you could swear he was sniffing you, breathing you in.

Daryl: "Can't gimme a damn minute huh need my attention tha' badly?" He growls his nose and lips grazing over your neck ever so slightly.

You couldn't form words, couldn't string a sentence together even if you wanted to. You felt you would buckle under his gaze.

Y/N: "Need you..please" you plead, embarrassed you had tears in your eyes

Daryl: "Cravin' ma cock?" He asks lowly into your ear as he pushes his hard length against you

You squeak. You didn't know if it was because you hadn't had him in so long but he felt bigger, harder. You squeeze your legs together, desperate for any relief.

Y/N: "Can't help it, my body needs you Dar" you pant as you feel him unbutton your jeans and pulling them to your thighs. He takes a quick scan of the area before turning you around. Feeling your plush ass against his throbbing cock

Daryl: "Don't make a sound" he orders lowly pushing roughly into you.

You moan accidentally placing your hands on the rock as your body is pushed up hard against it.

Daryl: "Goddammit woman" Daryl pants placing a hand over your mouth. He grips your hip, his mouth placed on your neck in a desperate need to claim you. Feeling your tight pussy strangle his cock as he pushes harder and faster into you. You consume his senses. He is lost inside you. Your eyes quickly roll back as your pussy tries to adjust to his girth but Daryl is fucking you into the rock. He teeth leaving delicious marks on your neck, his hand sure to leave bruises on your hip. You moan behind his hand, thankfully most of the noise being masked. You could feel your juices drip, pool around the base of his cock. Daryl become ferocious inside you, he hadn't realised how feral he was feeling so focused on keeping you alive. You push back slightly feeling you climax cumming on as you needed him to brush against your cervix. Daryl's cock twitching inside you, feeling how much you needed him. He came inside you. Thick ropes of cum shooting straight into your womb. You almost blacked out from pleasure Daryl having to hold you closely against him, panting in your ear like a damn beast. After a moment he pulls out his soaked cock and turns you around. You still felt shy under his gaze at times although you'd been together for years but he was gorgeous, especially when he was sweating after giving you the ride of your life. He pulls your trousers up, looking a little guilty.

Daryl: "M'sorry, jus tryna focus on all this bullshit" he apologises referring to the apocalypse

You hated him looking so guilty, he hadn't done anything wrong. You place a hand on his cheek, pecking him softly against the lips as he tugs on the sides of your shirt

Y/N: "You don't have to apologise Daryl, not to me..but when you're being the hero just don't forget about me" you reply with a soft smile, glowing from satisfaction

Daryl: "Never, ma woman hmm?" Daryl asks shyly already knowing the answer

Y/N: "Always"

[vmlnrzmp4]

𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯.

—when their daughter's event is coming up but they can't attend :(

itoshi sae

natsuki has been preparing for the piano contest for months only for sae to leave to another country at the last moment. when she was practicing alone, you could see her shaking, her little fingers couldn't press on the keys fully. you had to phone call sae because natsuki was so so nervous. she told how she missed her papa to which sae just sternly tells her to stop wasting time then. if she's that nervous then all her hardwork of months would go to waste. and tho his words were harsh, natsuki knew he was right. she could handle criticism just fine. she tells how much she misses him and he tells her he misses her more. during the contest, all of natsuki's hardwork made her win and without a doubt, sae took all the credit for her victory.

itoshi rin

sakura was so scared. whenever she did commercials, she had her own manager aka her papa always with her. so the school play was nothing right? wrong. and even tho you were there with her, she couldn't help but feel sad looking at the empty space beside you. after the rehearsal, sakura immediately ran to you, her little arms hugging your waist. you quickly took out your phone and called rin. rin asked her what's wrong. if anyone's forcing her. if anyone's criticizing her. if anyone's doubting her acting skills. and who he needs to fight. but it was sakura who was doubting herself. rin talked to her, promising to be there for her future acts, telling you to make sure to record everything with the expensive camera he bought.

isagi yoichi

yuki had her math competition coming up but ofcourse her papa had to be away. the night before the competition. yuki was studying so hard, and when you got her dinner, she dismissed you, focusing on the equations infront of her. you were left with no choice but call her papa. he was the best, encouraging her cheerfully, "youve got this kid! you've been working so hard. and im proud of you. ma's proud of you! everyone is! but skipping dinner won't do, will it?" and ofcourse, she listened to her papa. and the next day, she happily jumped into your arms, urging you to call her papa. and boy he was so so sooooo happy.

michael kaiser

anne gripped the painting brush so tightly. she was practicing. her sketch was messier and she accidentally mixed the wrong colours. when she spoke with her papa over phone and ranted about how she thinks her painting looks ugly, he exhaled, making sure to critisize her without making her feel sad. "practice. got it? you're my little artist, and i know you'd do well." "but papa—" "anne." his tone was firm, "listen to me. you didn't spend your precious time and hardwork to be like this. all i can do is guide you, buy you paints, brushes, canvases, everything you want. but you have to stand up on your own feet. your papa isn't always going to be there for you, you hear me?" like natsuki, anne would also take criticism well. and when the results came in and she took the first prize, her papa was so so proud that even he won the soccer match, as both of them showed their achievements with a smirk. like dad like daughter.

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[littlelovelunette]

Early 40's Alone (SPECIAL)

Mentions of Sevika's past, alcohol intoxication, mentions of inebriated sex

Sevika watched the cake in silence, the fire on the candles illuminating a little of her face, casting harsh shadows on the dark skin.

"Happy birthday," she read out the card, the words sounding so empty to herself, "Happy...?"

Inside her head, it was as if she could almost see a younger her. Happy, unharmed, just a few scratches but that was the norm in the Undercity. Atleast, she still had her parents even though she didn't really see eye-to-eye with her father.

He had anger issues, and given her natural rebellious attitude, to her father she was never enough and never did she ever hear on his tongue that she was a good daughter.

But she had learnt to accept it, atleast her mother despite her health problems managed to love Sevika and taught her how to dwell on her own before she... Passed.

Suddenly, now she could almost feel how her mother felt even though she wasn't married to a man who was verbally abusive and she certainly didn't live in constant fear like her mother did.

But all the health problems, back ache, eyesight impairment, high blood pressure, want to just be comforted was coming to her.

Sevika could hear it in her mind, the faint sound of her mother singing happy birthday to her in that melodious tone and that beautiful cake she would prepare with her own hands, which was better than any store-bought cake no matter the expense.

"Miss you, ma," Sevika mouthed, her voice didn't come to her throat when she said it.

Her throat felt dry, nose burnt as she felt the warm tears fall out of her grey eyes as she blinked. Tears blurred her vision but she didn't want to cry, face stoic as more tears streamed down her cheeks.

Sevika tried to busy herself, pushing the cake away to the edge of the table and trying to resume her work on her mechanical arm but the image of her mother's beautiful face kept floating back to her.

Sevika let out a small sigh, throwing the pen away somewhere far in the room, she knew herself and she wouldn't be able to concentrate like this. She pinched the bridge of her nose, the tears kept coming.

For a while, she sat there, slumped against the wall, hands holding her face.

"I wish I could've been as strong as you, ma, but it just doesn't feel home without you," she mumbled the words more to herself than anyone else because there wasnt really anyone in the house with her, she was all on her own.

With a loud sigh, Sevika got up grunting a little as she did, she grabbed her poncho with her flesh hand and draped it over herself hiding the metal arm beneath it.

Sevika headed off to Last Drop, she did so whenever she felt too lonely or too sad. Whichever it was, she just wanted to mask whatever pain she was going through and maybe have a few drinks, gamble a little and perhaps even pick a fight— anything to make herself forget that it was her birthday today.

Sevika walked into the bar, the place smelled of alcohol, smoke and a faint trace of gunpowder. No matter how much she tried to indulge herself in gambling, she couldn't help thinking of her mother, wondering if she would've been proud of the way Sevika handled stress and sadness— of course, no mother would appreciate their daughter wallowing in their sorrows and using alcohol as a temporary painkiller.

As Sevika started stacking her chips, she heard a soft voice called out, "Hey, you okay?"

When she looked up at you, she could've sworn for a second she almost saw her mother standing there in place of you, was she going insane finally? "... Y-yeah, I'm okay." Sevika managed to say finally but you could've easily said she was lying to your face.

"Mind if I—...?" You gestured to the seat next to her and Sevika knew you meant to ask if you could sit next to her. She wasn't feeling like her usual grumpy self so she shrugged with a casual "Yeah, sure, why not?"

Sevika averted her gaze to her game, sighing as she tried to focus on the game. "You can talk to me yknow, I mean I know I'm a stranger and all but it's better than keeping it all bottled up inside." You said trying to be as comforting as you could be the grumpy woman. Sevika looked tired, dark circles etched onto the underside of her eyes and she refused speak, perhaps because she thought opening up to a sweet stranger would be too much of a low blow to her 'scary lady' facade. Deep inside she was still that eleven year old child with daddy issues and a dead mother who she dearly missed.

"Hey." Your hand on hers tore her right back to reality. "But why?" Sevika asked her voice feeling a little constricted, "Why are you even bothering?"

"I know what it's like to be alone. I don't want other to go through that." You said in a solemn voice before looking up at her with genuine eyes, "Just talk to me, you'll feel better even if there's not much I can do."

Reluctantly, Sevika nodded and gestured at one of the workers to get the both of you some drinks. She let out a sigh, and almost gestured the men she was gambling with to give us space that they did, shooting weird looks at the both of us. Even they likely never saw Sevika being so... Solemn.

"It's my birthday today," Sevika began, "40th birthday and lets just say it just doesn't feel good without my ma, she passed away a long time ago and she was the only person who made my life all sparkly and whatever..."

She continued, "I mean, I did receive a cake and I am grateful they remember it's even my birthday, to be frank, but I also just feel alone most of the time in my apartment. I've been so focused on Zaun, I think I forgot I needed to settle down too. Of course, my loyalty belongs to Zaun but for once I would've liked to—... What am I even rambling on about?" Sevika chuckled uncharacteristically, "You don't even know me."

"I do." You pressed, staring at her with your chin resting in one of your hands, a small smile playing on your lips, "I've seen you before but you never made yourself look approachable but today you seemed like a kicked puppy so I couldn't help it."

"You came over because you felt pity?" Sevika tried to hide the self-loathe behind her words but they seeped out with every letter.

"No, not pity, dumbass." You put the glass down, turning to face her and made eye contact, "I could tell you needed someone to talk to."

"Honestly, you're the first person who ever dared to call me dumbass." Sevika said with a small smile.

"Expect it a lot more from now then." You said with a small smile.

"Sorry, I never got your name." Sevika said and leaned back against her chair. You gave her your name and she made a mental note to remember it even if she was a little under the influence.

The night went on as the both of you shared drinks and personal stories from both your childhoods. You both had daddy issues and it was a tad bit easier to talk about personal problems due to it. You didn't even realise when one drink became two, two became three and so on until you both were making out drunkenly against Sevika's mostly empty closet back at her place. "Before you do what you do, I'm a virgin." You slurred out and Sevika smiled against the skin of your neck. "You're so cute..."

Sunlight peeked through the curtains rousing you. You tried to get up but the arm around you was so heavy you were forced to stay back. There was Sevika pressed behind you... NAKED!? You had to cover your mouth so you didn't gasp, your naked ass was literally against her cunt. You tried to get up again, this time struggling a little because the sheets were so... Sticky.

Sevika, albeit asleep, got the gist and rolled onto her back taking a deep breath and snoring softly.

You watched her sleep for a bit before looking at the mechanical arm, it was probably the first time you were seeing it properly. You smiled a little, slowly and gently detaching the arm and putting it on the bedside table. You didn't want her getting hurt while she slept after all.

But what now? You were butt-naked and you had no idea where your clothes were.

As you slowly walked around the room you saw a huge thick strap at foot of her bed. So you both did have sex... The toy was covered in your residue from last night and blood from your hymen breaking. You let out a soft sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose before picking the toy up off the ground and taking it to the bathroom.

When you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you could see the hickeys on your neck. Damn, those would need a lot of makeup to cover.

You washed it, a headache was building but it was dull. You remembered a little bit of last night but your body wasn't fully awake yet so you werent exactly going to try too hard to recall.

Sevika's soft snoring stopped abruptly and a little rustling of sheets told you that she had gotten off the bed and awake. You finished washing the sex toy and turned the tap off, walking out of the bathroom.

"Why are you holding my—... Why is it wet?" Sevika asked, her voice a little raspy from sleep as she rubbed her eyes with her flesh hand.

"I washed it! Idiot." You said as your cheeks flushed red and gave it to her. She was naked, oh goddamn, those beautiful muscles. "So, um, what did we do last night?"

"We fucked." Sevika said bluntly as she walked to the bathroom to wash her face. You sighed and followed, watching her wash her face, "And? What happens now? I never had... Um, sex and flings and whatever, I don't know how this plays out."

"This a fling?" Sevika asked as she finished washing her face, reaching for a towel to roughly dry her face.

"I don't know! I told you, I never did anything li—" Sevika let go of the towel and cut you out when she kissed you. You kissed back, melting due to the amount of passion in the kiss. It was nothing rough, just softness... Love.

When Sevika let go of the kiss, those grey eyes of hers that usually held something so strong and angry was soft and calm. It was beautiful. You couldn't help smiling a little. "Okay, now where's my arm?"

Sevika sidestepped you and you laughed, "That's the last thing I thought I'd hear after a good kiss."

Sevika didn't reply as she fixed her prosthetic arm in its place, "You look nice naked." She commented as she fixed the mechanical arm, flexing the fingers to check if it worked fine. You blushed instinctively trying to cover your body. "Where are my clothes anyway?" Sevika raised a brow at the question.

"Your clothes..." Sevika furrowed her eyebrows as she too tried hard to remember. "Hallway, we were undressing each other in the hallway." Sevika said casually, "But here." She took a T-shirt from her closet and gave it to you. "Don't wear it yet, you're due for a shower and so am I."

"Together?" You asked, your voice sounding almost hopeful. Even if this was a little awkward for you, dating someone like Sevika had always been a dream.

"Getting ahead of yourself, but yeah." Sevika chuckled and grabbed two towels before she headed in the shower room, "Come on, bunny."

Sevika checked the water temperature. Usually she used cold water showers but since you were here today she decided on a slightly warmer shower. You let the T-shirt, Sevika gave you, rest next to the towels.

"Even though, it's been only one night of sex and I don't even know what else we did, I just have to ask you're in it for the long haul aren't you?"

"Of course, all other times the girls leave during the morning so I'm glad you didn't participate in the walk of shame." Sevika lathered soap onto your body, her touch her gentle and loving.

"Walk of shame? Why do they leave?" You asked as you watched Sevika kneel to wash your legs properly, a faint trace of blood being washed off your thigh.

"That's how flings work." Sevika said, her voice low. She got back up and this time you helped her clean off, Sevika's eyes widened a little. She wasn't used to this. But it felt nice being cared for.

"After this shower, I'll make you the best coffee in the world." You said to Sevika smiling as the water streamed down Sevika's dark hair and onto shoulders, washing away the soap.

"Oh, yeah? You gonna play housewife, hm?" Sevika gave you a brief kiss on the lips before she pulled back and turned the water off. She gave you a towel to dry off as she dried her own body.

Few minutes later, you were in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your hair as you made coffee for Sevika and you. "Make it black." Sevika said, her voice low and grumbled as she leant against the doorway of the kitchen. "What're you makin' anyway?"

"A good breakfast for a change. Better than smoking two cigarettes and doing a shot for breakfast." You retorted making Sevika roll her eyes and walk into the kitchen burying her nose in the crook of your neck.

"French toast." You answered, soaking the bread in vanilla-cinnamon egg batter before cooking it, you gestured her to pass you the container of sugar and plate as you finished cooking it. Sevika grunted but complied, giving you a dish and the sugar.

A while later you served breakfast, sitting down next to Sevika who didn't seem too enthusiastic about breakfast first but now, she was eating every last bite.

"Tastes good?"

"It's fine." Sevika said but the fact that she was eating it all so fast alike a starved woman told you otherwise.

Maybe finally this would work out for her. Maybe things would finally be okay starting now. Even though the questions raced in her mind, Sevika was sure she'd be happy to finally have a healthy relationship for once in her entire life.

[cherryblossomcowgirl]

The One That Got Away

WC: 1.7k

WARNINGS: Angst; Fluff; Miscommunication

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The plane lands and I step out into the California air. It’s been 6 years since I’ve set foot here, but the memories hit me like a brick wall. My ‘One That Got Away’ floods my mind. The perfect blonde hair and green eyes. The smug smirk he wore more often than not. I try to shake the thoughts out of my head. I remind myself, we are here for work. Not for Jake Seresin. Once I get in the rental car, I head to the site of my new coffee shop. I opened my first cafe 4 years ago back home in Austin. Sassy’s Books and Brews has taken off, expanding faster than I could have ever imagined. When my development team said California was the next move, the ache in my heart returned. It’s been 6 years and here I am, wondering if he still thinks about me.

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My creative director hugs me outside of the cafe, “Y/n, this is amazing! It’s all come together. This is going to be a hit!” I chuckle nervously, “I hope so. How’s the social media response for the grand opening tomorrow?” She beams at me, “Ah-ma-zing. We already have 20k followers on the instagram ALONE!” I smile and scan the cafe over one last time. Checking my watch, I sigh, “I’m going to head to the hotel and try to get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. Thank you for everything, you’re outstanding.” At the hotel, I shut myself in the room and order room service. There’s a Harry Potter marathon on, so I fall asleep thinking about a magical world.

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My alarm startles me awake. After hair, makeup, and changing my outfit ten times, I drive over for the big event. Local news is already filling the sidewalk out front. There is a line all the way around the corner. All the baristas are ready to go. I put on a large smile and open the doors, “Welcome to Sassy’s Books and Brews! C’mon in y’all!” I join my baristas behind the counter as the crowd files in. Part of me is wondering if he will walk in those doors. Another part of me is angry at myself for even entertaining the thought. I focus on keeping the line moving, pushing Jake out of my mind. We are busy all day long, so I make sure each barista gets the breaks they need. The team here is amazing and I have no doubt they have what it takes to keep the shop running smooth. There’s finally a moment of calm around 8 pm, right before closing. I send the baristas home, thanking them for their work today. There are a few people sitting around, reading and chatting. A smile spread across my face as I remember the day I decided to open these cafes. My dream was to have a place where everyone felt at home, surrounded by literature and good drinks. The door chime brings me back to reality, I look up only to meet those green eyes. Jake smirks as he walks towards the counter, “I had to stop by to see if it was really you.” I lean on the counter, “Well Jake, here I am. Can I get you anything?” “I’ll take a black coffee.” He tries to hand me cash but I refuse, “It’s on the house.” I hand him his coffee and he raises an eyebrow, “How have you been? Your hair is darker.” “I’ve been good. Yourself?” He shrugs, “Same here. It’s been a long time, Y/n.” I look down at my hands, “Yes it has.” He leans in, “Mom called when you opened your first cafe. Said she goes there all the time.” Nodding, I smile, “She does. Always makes my day seeing Cyndy.” He rubs his hand through his hair, “When do you close? Maybe we could go somewhere and… catch up?” For a moment I want to say yes, but then the memories of the heartbreak resurface. I swallow the lump in my throat, “I don’t think that’s the best idea, Jake.” Sadness washes over his face, “Well, I’ll see you around. Thank you for the coffee.” As I watch him walk away, my heart aches. How can I be angry at someone and still want them at the same time?

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Jake stops by the shop every morning for the rest of the week. Every time I see him walking up, I make myself busy in the back. I’m only here for the next few weeks to make sure the shop starts off on the right foot, then I can go home and leave these thoughts of Jake behind. It’s Friday night, right before closing and I send the rest of the staff home. Lots of people are sitting around, playing board games and laughing. I get comfy behind the counter, rereading Sherlock for the umpteenth time. “Evening, Y/n. Long week?” Jake smiles as I stand up, getting him a black coffee, “Very. Happy about the turnout.” He takes a sip, “Any chance we could talk?” I check my watch, “We close in 5 minutes, you could hang around while I clean up.” A smile spreads across his whole face. People head out and I flip the open sign to closed, starting the long process of cleaning the machines and shutting everything off for the night. Jake clears his throat, “I’ve missed you.” I sigh, “Jake…” “Not just like that. You were my best friend for as long as I can remember. When our relationship ended, I wasn’t ready for our friendship to end too.” Tears start to form in my eyes and I turn away from him, “I didn’t know how to go back to best friends.” “Did you get my letters?” When I finally meet his eyes again, they’re searching mine for any answer. I nod. “Did you read them?” I shake my head. The stack of letters is in a box in my office. Unopened. Unread. The only guy I had dated that I thought could work found them one day. He broke up with me, saying that I wouldn’t have kept them if I didn’t care about him. I fiddle with the espresso machine, “I have them. I just couldn’t read them, Jake.” He walks behind the counter, wiping the tear that fell down my cheek. His touch sends a shiver down my spine. It always has. His voice lowers, “Just tell me why.”

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*6 years before*

Our love story was like a cheesy movie. We grew up together. Jake was 2 years older than me. Wherever he went, I followed. All throughout school, our neighborhood, even summer vacations. Jake and Y/n. Our Mom’s always joked that we would grow up and get married. When we were young we’d respond, “Ewww!!!!”. But as we got older, the feelings started to change. My crush on Jake grew and grew. He went to college at UT, then a couple years later I got accepted too. He helped me set up my freshman dorm and he looked different. More toned. More tan. Jake was no longer the tall and awkward teenage boy, but a strong and beautiful man. I didn’t know how he felt about me. I was too scared to ask him. Jake was so popular around campus, he could have any girl he wanted. One night I was walking back to my dorm crying. Some boy had asked me out, but never showed up at the restaurant. I was so embarrassed. Jake was coming out of the library when he ran up to me. He took me back to his apartment and he turned on one of our favorite movies to make me feel better. That night, he looked at me different. There was something in his eyes. That’s when he kissed me for the first time. The rest was history. When he graduated, he went off to boot camp and started his military career. I was so proud of him. He wrote to me whenever he could. He even made it back for my graduation, just to surprise me. But that night, everything changed. Jake told me about his new dream, being a Navy Pilot. I smiled, “Where will you be out of? Corpus?” He looked down, “Florida for a few weeks. Then I want to go to Top Gun… in California.” My brain tried to figure out a new plan. One where I could keep my new job I was so excited about, but somehow be wherever Jake is. The panic set in and he grabbed my hands, “Marry me. I don’t have a ring but I’ll get you one. Come with me, please.” Tears filled my eyes, “Jake… I… I can’t.” He stood there, shocked, as I ran away crying.

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*Present day*

I take a deep breath, “I came here looking for you, Jake. 6 years ago. Cyndy told me where to find you. When I got to the bar, I saw you taking a girl back to your truck. Y’all left. I figured you had moved on and I couldn’t be angry at you because I was the one that ended everything. So I went back home.” His eyes well up, “I’m an idiot. Some rebound, one night stand kept the love of my life away?” I whisper, “I didn’t know. Jake, I was so scared.” He put his face in his hands, “I’m the one that changed the plan. I was gonna stay in Texas. We could’ve been together. I just fell in love with flying. I’m sorry.” I place my hand on his shoulder, “Don’t apologize, Jake. I am happy for you. You wouldn’t have been happy if you stayed in Texas.” His green eyes meet mine, “But I would have you.” “We were kids. Who knows if we would’ve made it.” He rests his hand on top of mine, “Do you have someone?” I shake my head, thinking of all of my failed relationships since Jake. He thinks for a moment, “Why?” I close my eyes, debating whether or not I want to tell him. My heart wins the argument against my brain, “Because none of them were you.”

[heartmix]

baby please come home - CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

Word Count: 1k+

Warning: bit angsty with happy ending of course, sad carlos

Twelve Fics Of Christmas - Christmas (baby please come home)

A/N: based on Christmas (baby please come home) by various artist but my favorite is Micheal Buble, Mariah is a very close second!

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

The difficult thing about dating an athlete was that he was gone half of the year, what made the relationship more challenging was that you were gone when it was his turn to be home. At first, he didn't mind because that meant you could come with him to a handful of races. He loved showing his job off and more importantly, he loved showing you off. 

In times like this, he wishes he could trade it all. It was Christmas and he was missing you. Christmas was meant to be spent with loved ones, not having them in another country. For weeks you've been away on business, the busiest year for your job. This was the slowest season for his job. Offseason was meant to be spending time with you, but he forgot this is the season you made your money.

He couldn't help but be jealous of his sisters. Each one of them brings their other half home and shows them off to the family, the first time all Sainz siblings were in a relationship at the same time. He wanted to do that with you, he needed to do that with you. It was hard to enjoy the festive activities that his parents had planned, how could he enjoy the most joyful time of year without you here?

'I'm about to go m.i.a for a while but I wanted to be the first to tell you Merry Christmas. I love you!'

That text alone could have had him breaking down. He was envious of everyone who got to kiss their other half Merry Christmas. He wanted to text you to quit your job and that he was going to provide for you, but knew that you would never accept that. So instead he settled for an

'I miss you, Merry Christmas my love' 

It was now nearing midnight and everyone was hanging around watching A Christmas Carol waiting for midnight to strike when everyone would open their presents. Carlos couldn't even get into the movie, his mind was trailing back to you. He was sitting on the single-seater armchair scrolling through pictures of you and him through the year. Might as well call him the scrooge for not wanting to celebrate Christmas. 

"Carlos honey?" A voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked over at his mom who was calling him.

"Sorry ma. What did you say?" Quickly he tucked his phone away but not before looking at you on his lock screen. 

"It's midnight, Merry Christmas." She smiled sadly at the boy. She and the rest of the family knew he was down in the dumps. He tried to get into the spirit, he really did, but missing you consumed him. 

"Merry Christmas Ma." He smiled back at her before wishing everyone else a Merry Christmas. 

"Let's open presents, shall we?"

Each sibling and their other half sat around as their parents started sorting the gifts. At this, he couldn't help but see the one you left for everyone being passed around. He remembers you giving him clear instructions to make sure it traveled safely in the suitcase. 

One by one everyone opened their presents, which was a lot considering they were all adults at this point. Most were from him because he tended to go all out for his family like he remembers his parents doing for them. When it got to the last round of presents Blanca immediately stood up surprising everyone at the action.

"I left your present in my suitcase Carlos, I'll be right back." She said with a smirk before rushing out of the living room. He gave a confused look to his mom who only shrugged at her daughters out burst. 

It wasn't a moment later that she poked her head into the doorway making him even more suspicious. "Close your eyes, I couldn't exactly wrap it."

"Blanca..." He warned not liking her intentions. After making fun of her for years he wouldn't put it past her for pulling a prank at Christmas. 

"Just do it." She begged making him give in. The faster he followed her order the faster this night would be over.

Once she was satisfied with him, giving him a middle finger just for reassurance, she giggled before pulling his gift into the room. Carlos was ready for anything, mainly for something to be thrown at his head. Knowing his dad, he would let it happen. What he wasn't ready for was for weight on his lap. He swore it was you. He knew what you weighed to a tee from all the times having you in his lap. Opening his eyes he saw you with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He couldn't believe it it was really you. 

"Amor?" He asked barely above a whisper, he needed you to say something to make it real. 

"Hi baby." You matched his tone.

Before you knew it he picked you up spinning you around in a death grip of a hug. He still couldn't believe you were he, he needed to squeeze you and hear that pretty giggles that emerged from your lips. Soon enough he heard it. It was real, you were here with him on Christmas.

"Baby! You're going to break something!" You shrieked as he still spun you around. 

"You're here! You're actually here!" He chanted over and over. He couldn't help it. 

Seeing as you were getting dizzy, he stopped his movements but still kept you in his arms, making sure you still had your legs wrapped around him. He didn't care if he was in the middle of the room in front of the Christmas tree with his family staring at him. As far as he was concerned, the only people in the room were you and him.

"How?" he breathed out once he got a good look at you. 

"Finished early and I took the next flight home. I knew you were pouty without me." You smirked as you ran yours hands through his hair. 

"Looks like my wish came true." He mumbled out before smashing his lips against you.    

[tinylilacbun]

Rafe, Sofia and reader but Rafe still learns Sofia made a deal with Groff they broke up but reader getting caught in the middle of it and not understanding what’s going on

You giggle as you watch Bluey on the tv, patiently waiting for Sofia who's making you a snack in the kitchen when she hears her phone ring, rounding the counter to grab her phone from the table and answers at seeing that it's Rafe.

"Hey, babe. What up?" She says and Rafe instantly gets to the point.

"Is it true?" He asks, his tone firm. "Is it true what Groff just told me? Is it?"

Sofia stays silent, not knowing how to respond but that alone was confirmation enough for him, scrunching his nose and nodding.

"A'ight, pack your shit. Get out of my house. God, after everything me and Y/n did for you." He says, the anger and overall betrayal he's feeling evident in his voice. "We're done. Done. I don't care if you tell her or not because I will do it either way, so don't even bother of sweet talking to her."

The line goes dead and she lowers her phone, tears brimming in her eyes that she tries to push back as she walks past you, making her way upstairs.

You knit your brows confused, getting up and following after her curiously. As you reach the bedroom your eyes widen when you catch Sofia packing a bag, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Mama? Wha' You doin'?" You question softly.

"I...I did something horrible. Rafe...he'll explain everything to you." She says, continuing to empty the drawers that held her clothes and you walk over to her.

"Mama stop. You're scarin' me..." You mumble, grabbing her wrists to stop her. "I don' understand..."

"I did something you both will never forgive me. I have to leave, I'm- I'm sorry." She sighs, freeing herself from your grip to place the last things in her bag, turning back to meet your now saddened gaze.

"Pwease." You plead, tearing up as well. "Don' go. I forgive you! Jus' don' go..."

Sofia smiles sadly at your determination, her heart breaking at how you don't hesitate to forgive her even though you don't even know what happened, that she betrayed you and Rafe by accepting the money from Hollis and persuading Rafe into making that deal that now cost him 400k.

"I'm sorry...for everything." She says, slinging the back over her shoulder she walks out of the room with you trailing behind her.

You watch helplessly as she puts on her shoes, placing the house keys she got from Rafe before he went to Morocco onto the counter near the entrance before opening the front door, glancing at you one last time.

Without another word she closes the door and you're left crying, not understanding what's going on when your phone rings, answering it while sobbing.

"Baby? It's me." Rafe starts speaking and you sob harder. "Shh, calm down first."

"I- I- mama jus-" You hiccup, clutching your stomach.

"I know, I know. You gotta calm down, yeah? Deep breaths." He instructs, doing exasperated breaths through the phone for you to mimic.

Slowly but surely your heavy sobs subsided to sniffles and small coughs.

"There we go...just like that. Better?" He asks and you shake your head even though he couldn't see.

"Mama s'gone. I- I wanted to stop her b-but she didn' listen." You cry, sliding down a nearby wall. "Daddy..."

"Ma- Sofia did something bad, kid...I don't want to tell you over the phone but I promise I'll tell you everything when I'm back, okay?" He says, running a hand over his head at hearing your broken sniffles, wanting nothing more but to cradle you in his arms right now, his heart aching. "Baby?"

"Come back now..." You whimper, having no one to run to while being this sad right now. "Pwease daddy..."

"I wish I could. I really do." He sighs. "I'm almost done here and will be back as soon as I can, I swear. I'll send Topper to check on you later, a'ight?"

"O-Otay..." You sniffle, pulling your knees to your chest and drawing shapes on your knees. "I-I lub you."

"I love you too, kid. Daddy will be home soon." He promises before the line goes dead. "Baby? Hello?" Rafe looks at the phone, cursing when it wouldn't turn back on, the battery probably empty.

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For Rafe:

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[nyx-is-missing]

Could you write Clarisse La Rue x Fem Poseidon, where the reader is also a forbidden daughter like Percy?

Rises the moon

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (posseidon's kid)

Summary: when your new sibling gets claimed, you cannot sleep, thank Gods Clarisse cares enough, or too much.

Warnings: none really, but fluff, comfort, clarisse being sweet, life crisis

(Again, i did not rewied it, and it is probably mediocre, but we love our girl clarisse)

That was a moment of rare peace.

It mas the middle of the night, everyone was sleeping, and i had escaped for a quick swim.

The truth is that i couldnt sleep, some days ago, a little boy arrived at camp, poor kid, his eyes had such sadness, lost the only family he had, and just as every newly found demigod, he was confused.

And then, he is my brother, his claim was fast, like a clean cut, but to me it felt like ages, i was watching the trident appear on his head in slow motion, and every tought came to me, specially because i knew, i knew the feeling, i knew the pain, i knew the revolt.

And oh how i felt it all again, not only my father was fucking my life, our life, he was making it 11 times worst, no gods would like the fact that there is now 2 forbidden children, it was unsafe, and now we were unsafe.

"Sneaking out are we?"

I turned around with such speed i almost got dizzy.

"Clarisse! You scared me"

I half whisper, she was standing on the pier next to me, with her hair in a low ponytail, some old soft shorts and a oversided worn of shirt, simple, but so beautiful in my eyes.

"Why are you whispering? We are alone"

"I was trying not to get caught"

"And how exactly is that going for you?- wait you're swimming in your underwear?

Clarisse squinted her eyes trying to see me inside the water.

"...I was going to wake percy up if i opened the drawers to search my bikinis and went changing, besides, Posseidon kid, i can get dry in a second."

And before she could do what i tought she would, insult percy, i said:

"...do you want to join me?"

"Can you dry me too?"

She smiles while taking her shoes off.

"I can try"

I say, turning my back to her while she took the rest of her clothes off.

Seconds later i feel her getting into the water, more seconds later, i feel her hands on my shoulders, compared to my own skin, her's was hot

"You can turn around now..."

She looked even more beautiful in the moonlight, smiling shyly, glowing togheter with the water.

I hold her hand, those hands who made many fall to the ground everyday, those hands made me calm, reminded me of myself, that i was alive, that i was okay.

The way she always pressed the middle of my palm whenever i was nervous made come back to reality everytime.

How could that she, so mean, with a heavy presence, always made me feel light?

Like i was eternally into water, letting the flow take me wherever, so so happy.

I layed my head on her shoulder, letting myself be hugged, be light again.

"Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it? Hm?"

"Tomorrow...for now, can you just hug me?"

She didnt answered, but i could feel, her arms tightening, and a quick kiss on my forehead.

I was all so beautiful.

[lazorbeanz]

Here's a list I made of random thoughts and reactions I had during and after watching STH3 hehehrmrr why did I make this…

(Part 1 🫠)

!spoilers ahead duh!

- damnit Kyle

- ACOUSTIC LIVE AND LEARN?! it’s so peaceful

- Did flashbacks of past trauma just jolt shadow out of a 50 year stasis?-

- bro really took the “woke up (from a 50 year coma) and chose violence” saying literally HDHDHHSD

- Movie Shadow is so cool I LOVE

- Still silly as always hehe 🤭🤭🤭

I just love how that iconic level completed/victory tune played during that last scene ^

- HAHA OZZY GET SUBTITLES!!

DOGGY TRANSLATOR :D

“You stole my hoomans” IM WHEEZING

- okay is it coincidence that where their camping site was, was in the same area as Sonic’s old cave orrr…

Anyways nice lil trip down memory lane! ^-^ also interesting to see that not everything of Sonic’s got moved from the cave into Tom and Maddie’s house

- Omg the ✨stateoftheartsecuritysystem✨ made a return xD good to see he can still master them nunchucks…

- I swear this kid could draw better at like 3 yrs old then I could at 16 🥲

- Tom: *trying to have a wholesome father to son conversation*

Sonic: “yah…iN mA LuNgS”

Tom (in his head probably lmao): “where is this kid’s braincells-“

- “I don’t know what I’d do without ya…*scene switches over to shadow* I’d probably be a totally different hedgehog”

BYE I’m sobbing that was just a SAD move. WHYY DID YOU DO THAT😭😭

- You heard him…leave the lil guy alone :(

- “peace…” “quiet…” STOPPP YOUR GONNA JINX- aaaand yep called it. Here come the uninvited guests 🚁

- *Neon starts playing during the helicopter scene* AWW HELL YEAAAA BANGER SONG + BANGER SCENE = PEAK CINEMA RRRAAAHHHHH

- look at Tails being the copilot HES SO ADORABLE I LOVEEEEE🥹🥹🥹 the little detail of the helmet shifting forward as he looks down..still too big on him but he looks so happy wearing it AAAAAAA

- ONE MILLION PERCENT MUSCLE™️ MENTIONED!!!!

- THE SKYDIVING SCENE WAS AAAAARGH SO COOL I WAS FLAT OUT JAMMING TO THE SONG ATST AKBDJABDJAND I LOVED THEIR SMOOTH AS FORMATIONS AND THEN THE HEROIC LANDING GRAAAAHHHHH

- Tails: “woah…these energy readings are off the chart…”

Meanwhile my sonic boom brainrotted ass: “FORTUNATELY WE HAVE A BIGGER CHART-“

- ONE MILLION PERCENT MUSCLE™️ MENTIONED!!! (AGAIN)

- “excuse me?! Why do you look like me?!”

“I don’t look like you…you look like me!”

- sonic refuses to listen to his team strike one

- ugh shadow and motorcycles >>>>>

- BABYYYYYY 🥺😭

- i am literally squealing, crying and laughing over this one scene

Okay so ofc we got tails just BEING A KID ENJOYING THE CONCERT AWWWW AGAIN MORE SMOL DETAILS LIKE THE HAND CLAPPING AND THE WAGGING TAILS AND SWINGING THE LEGGIES HES LOVIN IT!! 🥹💛

Then we got sonic who you can see IS subtly vibing along…and then he glances over at Tails AND HIS FACE KINDA LIGHTS UP?! LIKE HIM JUST SEEING THE SHEER JOY HIS LITTLE BUDDY IS HAVING RN HES HAPPY FOR HIM I CAN TELL

Knuckles just looks annoyed lmao

And the Commander looks like he’s literally having second hand embarrassment HSHDHDHDHD

That’s what ya get for tryna having a meeting in the Chao Garden ig 🤣

- I-is Commander Walters really dead?… ;-;

- STONE RIDING A MOTORBIKE HELLO?!

[monotonesmile]

Olá! Tenho um pedido e ficaria muito feliz se você pudesse atendê-lo. ♡

Seria assim:

— Universo: Batfamily (como os de "The Adventures of the Batfamily").

— Batsis!reader (mais velho que Damian, mas mais novo que Tim)

— Idade: 15

— Enredo: Onde batsis!reader fica doente e a família se preocupa.

— Notas: Muito reconfortante, ela é o sol da família. (Inglês não é minha primeira língua, então me desculpe se algo estiver errado)

Illness!

[Batfamily & Batsis!Reader]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Fluff, Headcanons]

[Notes: ah, the timing of getting this request as soon as I got sick, wonderful, I have symptoms to work with. Also, your request was fine! It translated perfectly into English for me! Sorry for it not being longer but I hope you enjoy it!]

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Getting sick definitely wasn’t on her mind when she went to the gala with her family a few days ago, but here she is, dealing with a stuffy nose and a fatigue that annoys her, but it’s not anything she’s worried about, it’s a simple cold, not a fever or the flu, just a cold.

She could handle a cold, she’s dealt with worse, but it’s her family that’s fretting over her, even with her confirmation that she is fine, just sick, they act like she’s on the verge of death, well, some of them do.

[Bruce Wayne]

Bruce is definitely a worried dad, he does not like his kids getting sick, even if he’s not too good at showing it, but it’s definitely obvious when he’s trying to make you stay in bed and rest.

Bruce would be the one to make sure you’re sleeping in a clean bed, while he himself does not want to get sick, he’d prefer it be him than his kids or Alfred, so he washes your sheets and blankets while getting you new ones, also makes sure you don’t have too many blankets on you, he doesn’t want you to overheat.

Bruce is absolutely the type of dad to get sick from his kids getting sick, it happens every single time, no you cannot try and help him, he’s too stubborn. Do it anyway, he needs it.

[Dick Grayson]

Dick is the worried big brother, because now his baby sis is sick, and he is so sad! He wants to help you constantly, even if you tell him you’re fine, it’s only a cold, he will act like you’re dying, doesn’t let you do anything, even if you’re fully capable.

He’s definitely the type to get you things when you’re sick, you want soup? He will make it, at least, he’ll try, it’s the thought that counts. You want more blankets, much to Bruce’s displeasure? More blankets for you! He’s spoiling you, but it gets overwhelming fast.

Dick has a high chance of getting sick because of this, he’s always coming into contact with you, so he ends up catching the cold and becomes pouty, baby him back, it’ll make him stop pouting.

[Jason Todd]

Given that Jason doesn’t come around the manor often, he’s a busy man, he’ll pop in every so often to check in on things, and seeing you get sick makes him show up more often, he does not act like he cares, even teasing you for getting a cold.

Yet Jason brings you cold water and actual food outside of soup (sorry Dick), he’ll probably sit on the far side of your room, reading a book, just keeping you company so you aren’t just cooped up in your bedroom for a week, alone. Doesn’t say anything, just sits there, it’s nice just to not be alone.

At the end of the week, when some of the others get sick, Jason doesn’t, he pats you on the head, says good luck, and leaves. He does not get sick that easily anymore.

[Tim Drake]

Tim probably picked up on you getting sick first, he checks your temperature every day after that, making sure you don’t get too high of a temperature, he’s the only one that understands that it’s just a cold, and it is so refreshing not getting babied over.

Tim definitely reminds you to stay hydrated and to get some rest, he makes sure you eat something each day even through fatigue and loss of appetite because of your body fighting off the cold, he doesn’t care if you can only take a few bites, it’s better than nothing.

While he is definitely the least likely to get sick, it still happens sometimes, and he just passes out for a week, honestly, nobody really can get mad about it, he’s actually sleeping, even if it took a cold to do it. Just maybe check on him, so he doesn’t just sleep and not eat or drink anything.

[Damian Wayne]

Damian does not show his worry over you getting sick, he gets huffy because he doesn’t like when you aren’t wandering around the manor and hanging out with him, he will never admit that he likes being around his siblings but it shows whenever one of them gets sick, because he’ll hang around their door with a scowl and a pouty expression, just don’t point it out or he’ll leave.

Despite reminding him that you are sick, he doesn’t really leave your side, if you’re out of your room? He’s following you like a shadow. If you’re in your room, he’s either at your door or if you’re lucky, he’s curled up with you, he just wants to hang out with his big sister. He makes you take your medicine too, he wants you better faster.

Doesn’t get sick, rarely ever happens, he has a perfect immune system, it’s the reason he can get so close to you whenever you’re sick.

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[Requests are open!]

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Saw characters comfort you

Mark, Peter, Lawrence, Adam

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny emotional, kissing, mention of smoking

Summary : Everyone has a bad day, a day when you're sad and can't go on, or a day when the world just seems to have got the better of you. How good that even in such a dirty city there is love and comfort that will help you no matter what.

info : Oh man it feels like years since my last Saw post so why not start with a bit of fluff to try and get back into it.

masterlist

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Mark

He had always been someone who was relatively alone well until the death of his sisters in law there had been at least the two of them but that togetherness came to a sudden end when he found her murdered since then it was just him and his target again as a successor to the man who had given him a new one.

So it seemed if he hadn't come across her during his work as an investigator as well as a follower for John, a woman who tried to show him that there could still be something good in this world if you just looked for it.

It was a time of love and emotion, but it was always a time when the shadow of John and the various spies was over them both and more and more often Mark came home less and less, much to the chagrin of his love, until the evening when she couldn't blink away the tears either and when the door opened Hoffman was confronted with a painful sight.

He just wanted to take a short break in the flat, thinking she was asleep, but when he entered and heard the crying and screaming he knew something was wrong, ,,Darling? Is everything all right, I'm-" he interrupted himself when he saw sir sitting on the bed in the bedroom, crying, holding a months-old picture framed in her hand, a present from him for her birthday when they had both come here from this town together, only for a few days but it had been the most beautiful days of her life.

Sitting down by her bed, he put his hand on hers and stroked her, ,,What's wrong?" he asked quietly, feeling the pain when he saw her tearful look and how reproachfully she looked at him. it hurt like he had only felt this pain the last time he had lost his sister.

She sniffled again and tried to pull away but he held her tightly and gently, wiping the tears from her cheeks, ,,Ma-Mark…how long? How-How long are you going to do it? I don't want to spend every day worrying that you won't come back," she said, looking back at the picture where she saw a smiling happy couple, a couple who knew that what he was doing could not go unpunished and as much as she ignored it, she knew only the utmost was about a future together.

In the past he would have withdrawn from something like this, but only he was so far from his goal that he could give up now, ,,I'm sorry about your pain…but believe me dear, I just need one last game, one last time and then we'll disappear, then we'll be free of all this," he said, gently embracing her face, looking into sad eyes that sought honesty in his gaze.

An honesty she actually found and slowly moved into his arms, ,,Please Mark keep your promise please" she murmured and sniffled away the last of her tears as she gave him a small smile before he pulled her into a holding kiss, holding her body and giving her the support she needed just for that moment to be free of hope again.

A hold they gave each other even in the last moments before the free ride, before the finish line and before the end of the game she believed Mark believed that if they could just hang in there together they would make it together.

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Peter

The FBI agent was the one above the law, at least in exceptions, and these exceptions arrived when the first victims were washed up, the first victims executed by Jigsaw in the most brutal way and with each new victim.

Not only Strahm and his colleagues became more nervous as they couldn't catch the killer but also his own drive to suspect his colleague Hoffman became more and more obsessive, an obsession that drew him more and more into this horror.

A horror from which he could only rarely emerge alone, either with his arrest or his death he knew he had to be right to keep the residents safe, to keep those he had sworn to protect safe but the question was if he protected the residents who would protect his partner, his love, his heart when she was home alone?

If she couldn't get back from her work at the vets until the evening and was alone, who would protect her? Questions to which he had no answer despite her pleas, ,,I'll take care of it love, just a little bit okay?" he had put her off every time he drove a short distance in his car in the city centre and left her alone again as he had done for almost the last few weeks…until he got a radio message from Perez that sent a shiver through his body and made him drive his car through the streets faster than allowed.

,,Where is she!" he shouted as he arrived at the police station, pushed past colleagues, victims and others and saw Perez pointing to an interrogation room. ,,Darling, are you all right?" he shouted as he pushed open the door and found his partner wrapped in a blanket with a plaster on her forehead and a small mark on her eyebrow.

,,Peter," she said weakly and fell into his arms as he held her and heard her crying Peter himself had to fight back a few tears as the pain was written all over his face, ,,I should have been there, forgive me for being so sorry" he said, reaching for the cold pack she had been given and pressing it gently against her forehead, looking towards her to see more injuries.

But he saw an amused, angry laugh next to the trembling body, ,,That's not the point…I defended myself through you…but-but if not Peter please I don't want any more" she sniffled, only slowly understanding what she wanted, what the bigger problem was and what was bothering her.

He hugged her to him, she held on to him, slowly trying to calm down and he stroked her back, ,,I'll stay with you every night, you can always stay with me, none of these bastards will hurt you, I promise you love," he told her, his gaze filled with gentleness and yet seriousness as she stroked his head, seeing that he was just as distressed as she was, perhaps not physically but mentally.

But even now as she slept in his arms he held her as they moved from the interrogation room to the couch he held her and watched over her and gave her comfort, comfort she needed now and he would never let her out of his sight again because in the end she was the greatest thing he ever had and would ever get from this filthy town.

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Lawrence

The sound of metal clicking and a twitching noise could be heard as the blonde doctor made his way through the corridors of the old factory to his operating theatre, the walking stick kept coming up and his prosthetic leg made a clicking sound as the splints, screws and leather moved uncomfortably but slowly getting more and more used to it he had hardly given a thought to the day.

He was here to fulfil another task, to implant another key and lock in his stomach and then to stay here for a while before he would go home with his loved one, even after his wife had left him he only had John, but eventually he had found her, a lost nurse with a search for a new purpose and a goal, a purpose she had found in John.

With a slight smile he pushed open the metal door and stepped into the operations room not the best but it was enough, ,,Morning love" he said as he saw his heart sitting on one of the operating chairs a tea in her hand and a slight smile on her lips as she returned his words.

The two of them engaged in the kind of light small talk they always did as they went through the files together, she occasionally nodding to him when he didn't get to things and he gave her a kiss, ,,What would I do without you?" he murmured, seeing her wry smile as they put on the blue surgical apron together and turned to the body on the table.

It was a minor procedure, almost like a daily routine back at the hospital, but he didn't see her smile as she sighed as she looked at the scalpel and put it back in the tray.

,,Is everything okay? Are you unwell?" he asked immediately, circling the table and trying to prop her up to look for signs of pain but she just shook her head, ,,No…not so Lawrence everything here…can you keep it up with them?" she asked, settling into the chair and looking up into his bright eyes that gazed at her.

A look of guilt crossed his gaze for a moment before he took her hand and stroked it gently, ,,It's not easy, not even for me at first…but darling, I see it as the only thing I have left. We can't go back without being eaten by each other," he gave the harsh reply that told the truth, but she knew that if they turned themselves in they would never get back together and sooner or later would be executed or die in prison.

Releasing her hand from his, she hid her face in her hands knowing he was right and yet, ,,Isn't there something we can do?" she asked, hearing the twitching of the stick and the slight squeak of his prosthesis as he knelt in front of her, roughly sunken, taking both her hands and leaving kisses on them.

He was relieved to see that she no longer looked like she was about to cry, he always kissed her when she was feeling bad, ,,When we're done with this one, why don't we go into hiding? Just the two of us together waiting somewhere trying to get through it together…with you together we can do anything yes?" he asked leaning his head against hers for a moment.

Feeling how hard it was for her to get hope sometimes but when he saw her nod as she gave him a kiss and stood up to help him up and he took her in his arms they both managed to gather hope. Hiding didn't have to be out of fear, it could also be a no new beginning a beginning together for their love and hope.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Adam

The music boomed in his ears as the itars and drums tried to combine with the shrill sound of snoring, each louder than the other as Adam was out of the bus, the bag of groceries in his hand swaying back and forth, the cigarette between his lips judging him and the metal music on his ears making him moan from time to time or just bob his head slightly to feel the dancing.

The camera hanging around his neck had taken the latest photos, one assignment after another he always got from John every week, always from the same man…he knew why.

He knew that as soon as the photos were finished, it would soon mean the death of the photographed person, but he barely entertained this thought in his head, he was too used to it.

Walking up the stairs of the old apartment building past the same door and people, he found his door and unlocked it, ,,Honey! I'm back!" he called inside and closed the door behind him but got no answer.

At first he thought she was asleep, he put down his food and put out his cigarette before he looked for her in the living room and bedroom but she wasn't there.

He checked the bathroom to see if she was in the bath but she wasn't there either, ,,Honey?" he asked in amazement and heard a rustling sound, knowing that this paper-like rustling sound could only come from one room, the enlarged storage room, the place where he developed his photos.

Adam went there and actually found her standing in front of the photos thinking she was going to develop a few more while he was gone but instead she just stared at them, ,,Hey is everything okay?" he asked as he heard a sniffle and saw her flinch, seemingly trying to wipe away tears and turn to him.

Despite everything you could see that she had wept, cried a lot maybe for hours he didn't know but immediately his heart tightened, ,,No Adam…it's not all his fault…these photos I-I can't do it anymore…it's like a death sentence" she mumbled and held the photos out to him seeing how he was torn.

He knew they needed the money otherwise they risked being arrested, there was little other option but he also knew that his love for her meant more to him than the money or the prospect of something better, letting the pictures sail to the ground he grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

He pulled her into a kiss her hands wrapped around him holding on to him, ,,Thank you Adam…I know we'll find something but please stop" she said putting her hand on his cheek he could see he was fighting tears, he himself knew what they were doing was wrong he knew they would find something else and until then they would make it together.

It touched him how much she cared for him too, ,,No thank you darling I love you and we can do this…I promise I'll stop" he said pressing a kiss to her forehead and pulling her into a warm embrace holding her until their tears had dried and he lightened the mood when he announced that he had brought muffins which they ate together on the couch wrapped in a blanket.

But most of all they were not only cheerful but happy, happy to at least have another morning without playing judgement on a person they would never meet, they had each other and that was all that mattered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@megustadilf , @magmabayvi , @faultlessheart , @blackbunnymayw , @s1lut4adamstanheight , @icarus-star

[holylulusworld]

Falling leaves - Flufftober 6

Summary: He’s a grump, but for you, he’s willing to change.

Rating: Teen

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: Y4: Holding hands

Square filled for @allcapsbingo (expired): O1: Pining

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends to more, general cuteness, Sunny vs grumpy trope

Trope: Sunny vs grumpy

Words: 824

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Please for me,” you look at Bucky, who sits on the least comfortable chair in your apartment. Legs spread, and a grumpy expression on his face he glares at the colorful scarf in your hands. “I’ll look good on you. We will match. I made the same for me.”

“I don’t do scarves, doll. I’m not cold. It’s still warm outside,” Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. He loves that you like to make things for him, but you’ll not convince him to wear a colorful scarf.

“Fine,” puckering your lips you look at Bucky. “I’ll wear mine and you can go in your leather jacket. If you get cold, I won’t keep you warm.” You point your index finger at Bucky. “Now. Let’s head out.”

“Head out?” He furrows his brows. “I thought you wanted me to come over to help you repair your sink. “Where do you want to go?”

You put your hands on your hips and huff. “I told you it’s the perfect day for a walk in the park. I want to collect a few leaves too. You were the one bringing my leaking sink up. Please don’t leave me hanging. I don’t want to go alone.”

Bucky watches you wrap the scarf around your neck. He smiles as you glance at him now and then. He’s not immune to your charm and already gets up from his seat to go for a walk in the park with you.

“I won’t wear the scarf,” he grumbles as you look at him. You’ve got this look. The one making his heart melt whenever he’s around you. “I mean it.”

“I know,” you try not to sound too sad. “You can wear your neck naked, like a real man.” You grab your bag and the peacock green slouchy knit beanie matching your scarf. “I’ll be warm and cozy.”

“You’re freezing all the time,” Bucky points out as you try to ignore he’s so close that you can smell his cologne. He’s your friend and nothing else you tell yourself once again. “Maybe we can have a hot chocolate or tea after you collect your leaves.”

You grin. “It’s a date,” you exclaim, taking Bucky by surprise. “We can have a slice of pumpkin pie or apple pie if you like.”

“Sure,” he watches you grab your keys. “I prefer apple pie. My ma made the best, but there’s this little bakery I discovered when I first came back to Brooklyn.”

You’re suddenly reminded of Bucky’s past. This city was his home before it was yours. He’s, just like his best friend Captain America, a man out of time.

“Look at all the beautiful leaves,” you smile widely as your eyes land on the colorful trees and the leaves on the ground. “Let’s hurry before someone else grabs the best leaves. I need them for my next art project.”

“We will get them,” he assures you. “Which ones do you want?”

“Uh-the pretties ones,” you shrug. “I’ll know when I see them.” You crouch down to pick the first leaf up. “Bucky? Did you hear me?”

You dip your head only to watch Bucky glare at a guy who crouched down to pick a leaf up. “HEY! Hands off the leaves! These are for my doll!”

Your eyes widen when Bucky storms toward the man to snatch the leaf out of his hands.

“Bucky, it’s fine. There are more than enough leaves,” you place your hand on his back to stop him from killing the poor guy. “Let him go.”

“He tried to steal one of your leaves,” Bucky argues, but he hands the leaf back to the man. “Look for leaves somewhere else. This spot is ours.”

The man runs off, grumbling under his breath. “That was,” you grab Bucky’s hand and hold it, “very nice of you.”

“He tried to take the leaves away from you,” he dips his head to glance at you. “I can’t let him steal your leaves.”

You nod. “How about we collect a few leaves and have this walk we were talking about earlier?”

“Wait here. I’ll get the best leaves for you,” he runs off to look for the prettiest leaves. You watch Bucky for a while. He crouches down to pick up leaves, looking at peace. “Wait, I’ll help you.”

“That was nice,” on your way out of the park you are holding Bucky’s hand. You smile softly as he proudly carries the leaves you collected in a bag.

“Do you want to go home, or have some tea and a slice of pie,” he asks, hopefully looking at you.

“We can grab some pie and go to my place to have tea. Maybe you can stay for dinner,” you look up at Bucky. “Only if you don’t have plans for tonight.”

“It’s a date,” he says, squeezing your hand. “And tomorrow, we can go for another walk. I’ll wear the scarf too.”

Part 2

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[renren-006]

Savior | Daryl Dixion x fem reader

plot: Daryl saved you, and you want to kiss your savoir warning: slight mentions of almost taken advantage of, violence word count: 1518 a/n: I just had to write this idea!

taglist: @rosecentury

Back when the world had just ended, and things were still unknown, you were wounded around Atlanta's wooded, less populated areas. You had run from your car that got overrun, remembering the screams of your parents and the harsh pain in your ankle after you fell from the car watching them. You still struggled on your ankle; hisses escaped your lips as you walked. You had not stopped long through the days to heal or to rest, not knowing where the next undead would come for your flesh. Your jeans were worn and dirty, your red shirt now had holes, and you desperately wanted a bath. 

The day Daryl came to your rescue was the first day you had fallen asleep next to a tree with the fire embers still cooling in the morning rays. You heard the crunch and woke with a startle; there were three men watching you, all eyeing your body like a prise. 

"Well, lookie here, boys, some fresh meat for us," one of them said, toying with his belt to hide the painfully evident erection there. All three of them had one. You didn't know what to do, had nowhere to go, and knew you wouldn't make it far with your ankle.

"Please don't," you said, your voice coming out louder than you intended, maybe preying someone would hear you. 

"Aw, look at her. She's begging. I want her first," the second man said, and the others shook their heads. 

"no way she's mine," The third said, pushing his friend back before strutting twords you.

"No, No!" you said, shouting; maybe even the undead would save you. "Please!" he came to you, and you struggled to push him off. The others were smiling, ribbing their pants, and wanting their turn. 

"Hurry up, man", the first man said. Wanting the man who was trying to get your belt off to rush. That was when an arrow went through the man's skull, making his body thud against the forest floor, and then the second man went down with a knife in the head. The man on top of you looked back and gave you just enough room for you to knee his body off you. The man looked angry as you went back further, your pants even more ruined from the mud. Thankfully, your belt was still on, and your pants only ripped slightly from his strength. The man went down soon after, and two men peered around the trees twords you. 

"Hey there, girlie?" one of them asked, the same face the men had before they died. The shorter one pushed him back, walking over to you, bending down by the man, and pushing him away so you couldn't see his dead eyes. 

"We ain't goin' to hurt ya," he said, his voice soothing you from wanting to leave. "We got ya know."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the taller one said. 

"He ain't going to hurt you either. hands off, Merle," the man sad

"I got it", Merle said, getting the hint that I wasn't to be touched by him at all. 

"I'm Daryl, that ma brother Merle. He won't get his hands on ya," Daryl said to you, holding out a hand; this seemed to be the first act of kindness this man had shown anyone in a while, and his face read it all too well.

"You don't save many people, do you?" you asked him. He shook his head, lagging slightly.

"Nah, normally we don't run into people. ya needed help, coulden't leave" Daryl told you, gripping your hand in his as he lifted you up. "You aint got no weapons on you?"

You told him, "No… I didn't prepare for the world to end." He nodded his head. Merle looked around, noticing a few of the undead heading your way.

"We gotta move." 

That started your journey with the brothers for a few months. It was just you two. They trained you on how to hunt and how to fight, and most importantly, how to piss Merle off, so he left you alone. Daryl also made sure your ankle was looked after, and in no time, it was better. Merlemeantt, no harm to you; he was just desperate for action you never wanted to give him. Daryl became your savior and bodyguard, making sure Merle understood that would NEVER happen. 

The three of you traveled until you met others who welcomed you into their small, little mountain-top community. It was you, the brothers, some sisters, and a man named Dale for a bit. Soon, the group grew and grew, but you only hung with Daryl and cursed off Merle. 

However, the time with him on the mountain made you aware of your attraction twords Daryl, the want you craved when you were near him. You were late in your 20's20s, having experienced college before traveling home to your parents just before the world ended. In those times before Daryl, you felt like you were younger, but now you feel your age, you feel strong. For the time being, you felt strong until your group had to pack up and leave because of a walker outbreak. 

Months later, you were entering the farm, your hands wrapped around Daryl as he rode into the grounds. You were mesmerized by how quiet and large it was here. While the others were setting up, you glanced over at Daryl, who was setting his tent up a bit away from them but not so far that he was secluded. 

"You got a tent?" Carol asked. You looked back at the woman. You didn't know what you were going to do. For the past months, you had slept by Daryl and Merle, but now, you were not sure what you would do.

"She with me," Daryl said, coming over to you. You looked beside you at the man who had apparently finished setting up and had walked over. "That good?"

"Of course," you told him, smiling; he nodded and walked over to Rick and the others.

"You both need to talk about your feelings for one another," Carol told you. "I can see it clear as day."

"Carol!" you said to the woman who had become a mother of sorts to you over the months. “I…cant”

"I think you can. I think you should," she told you, patting your back and going over to the others, leaving you thinking about how exactly you could even begin to explain to Daryl how Head becomes the soul man you wanted to be with for the rest of this apocalyptic world. 

It took you weeks and weeks to gain the courage, and only after he got shot did you tell him. He was lying in that recovery bed, not able to move a lot. You came in and sat beside him. 

"Whatcha doing in 'ere," He asked you as you sat down in the chair by his bed. 

"I…needed to tell you something…" You said to him, referring to the breakfast you had only a few hours earlier, which was being eaten away by the nerves. 

"What? Ya hurt?" he asked, concern spreading fast across his face.

"No, no," you told him, "I…god, I don't think I can tell you."

"Tell me what?" he asked, his southern accent so strong inside that room that it made your head spin.

"How you've been making me feel," you started, "I just didn't. I don't want to lose you, and after you got shot, I figured I might as well tell you before you died, and I never did."

"What are ya going on about?"

"I love you, Daryl. I've loved you since you saved me, and God, I love you even more since you've shown me how to be strong in this world", you rambled to the man in the bed beside you. Your hands were in your lap, and your eyes were glued to them. 

"Y/N," Daryl said in a soft tone you had never heard from him. 

"I know I should have told you you were the man who saved me, and you probably think I'm some kid to you", you said. Worry eating at you again.

"I don't think you're some kid." he told you, "I think you're a lot more than that."

"You do? You asked, eyebrows scrunched together. 

"That first night you spent with us, I didn't sleep cause I couldn't keep my eyes off ya," he told you, "I thought you were…blessed by a god or somethin'" he told you, holding your stare; there were tears in your eyes now 

"I don't think I ever heard you talk like that," you said, smiling through the slight tears brimming your eyes. 

"Ya won't again," he told you, pulling you down to him and kissing your lips so deeply. The door behind you opened, and then the person proceeded to fall into the door.

"Finally," Carol screeched. Smiles stretched over her face, as well as Ricks', who came to check on Daryl. Finally, you got to kiss your savor after all these months.

[milunalupin]

— seven swans a-swimming

draco malfoy x reader 1.1k words

twelve days of nico-mas masterlist

It was a bitterly cold December night at Hogwarts, snow falling in thick, swirling patterns outside the windows of the Slytherin common room. The crackling of the fire in the hearth was the only sound that could be heard, a small comfort against the deafening silence of the nearly empty castle. Most students had gone home for the holidays, their laughter and chatter replaced by the occasional echo of a ghost passing by.

You sat near the fire, your dark green Slytherin robes curling around you like a second skin as you absentmindedly turned the pages of Swan Lake. The ballet was your escape, your solace—especially now, when every corner of the wizarding world seemed to be on the brink of chaos. The tragedy of Odette, spoke to you in ways you didn’t know how to express. Her longing for freedom, for something beyond her curse, felt all too familiar.

The pages had started to yellow with age, the edges worn from years of use. You loved the elegance, the haunting music that seemed to echo in your mind long after the book was closed. In a way, the story felt like your own—trapped in the world you had been born into, longing for a way out.

You weren't the only one who had stayed behind for the holiday break. Across the room, Draco Malfoy lounged on one of the leather armchairs by the fire, his usual air of arrogance softened slightly. His blonde hair was slightly tousled, and his grey eyes were distant, as if his mind were elsewhere. Perhaps it was because of his father—he had been left behind, too. His mother was likely in hiding, as she often did these days, and the Malfoy family had little choice but to remain out of sight, far from the prying eyes of the Ministry.

You had never been close to Draco, though you'd known him for years. Both of your families were purebloods, both of you raised with certain expectations, but you had never shared more than the occasional glance or passing comment in the halls. But now, with the war encroaching and the holidays dragging on, something had changed between the two of you.

"Still reading that nonsense?" Draco’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you glanced up to find him watching you from his chair. His lips were curled in that half-smirk of his, but there was no malice in his tone—only curiosity.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. "It’s not ‘nonsense,’ Draco," you said, closing the book slowly and holding it up. "It’s Swan Lake—a ballet." You gave him a wry smile. "You wouldn’t understand."

He snorted lightly, but his eyes lingered on the cover of the book, curious. "And what’s so special about it?"

You shrugged, not sure how to explain. "I don’t know... it’s beautiful in its sadness. The betrayal, desire, good versus evil."

Draco shifted in his seat, clearly not used to such open vulnerability from anyone, let alone from someone he had always considered an acquaintance at best. "Sounds a bit... melodramatic," he said, though there was no real judgment in his voice. "But, I guess everyone needs their distractions these days."

You could tell he wasn’t looking for a deep conversation, but something about the way he spoke made you feel the need to offer him a little more. "I suppose it’s a bit like us, isn’t it? Cursed to live out these roles we’ve been given, hoping for something more, something... free."

His eyes flickered toward you then, his sharp gaze softening for the briefest of moments. For once, there was no biting remark, no sneer—just a kind of understanding.

"Maybe," he murmured. Then, as if to break the tension, he added with a sigh, "I’m bored out of my mind. Do you want to do something ridiculous?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Such as?"

He stood up. "Come on, I’ve got an idea."

Without waiting for your response, Draco strode out of the common room. You followed him, intrigued despite yourself.

The moonlight bathed the Hogwarts grounds in a soft, silver glow, making everything seem ethereal and unreal. The world was silent—only the sound of your footsteps crunching in the snow and the occasional rustle of the trees could be heard.

Draco led you to the frozen lake behind the castle, the thick blanket of snow covering its surface. There, he stopped and turned to face you, a grin creeping onto his lips.

"Ever enchanted snow before?" he asked, his tone full of that familiar challenge.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. "No. I don’t think that’s in my usual repertoire. Why?"

"Well, you're about to." Draco’s voice held a strange kind of confidence, and before you could ask any more questions, he flicked his wand with a flourish.

The snow on the lake began to stir, moving as though it had a life of its own. Slowly, the snow gathered into shapes, forming seven beautiful swans with long, graceful necks, their wings delicate as they glistened under the moon. You could hardly believe your eyes.

"Impressive," you muttered, your breath catching in your throat.

Draco’s grin widened. "It’s all in the charm. Watch this." He raised his wand again, and with a few muttered words, the snow swans began to flap their wings, lifting off the ground with a soft, almost musical sound. They circled the lake in a graceful, soaring dance, moving as though they were real.

You stared in awe. The swans flew over the ice, their delicate, snow-covered wings shimmering like the finest glass. They moved as though they had a purpose, gliding effortlessly through the night air.

Draco stood beside you, watching with satisfaction as the swans danced in the night sky, their wings catching the pale light of the moon. The whole scene felt like something out of a dream, something impossibly beautiful and tragic all at once.

"They’re like the swans in Swan Lake," you whispered, lost in the moment. "Bound to this world, yet able to break free for just a moment."

Draco looked over at you, his expression unreadable, and for a brief second, you saw something in his eyes that you hadn’t expected. Maybe it was the same longing you had felt all these months—a desire for freedom, for escape, for a life beyond what had been laid out before you.

"Maybe," he said quietly. "Maybe they are."

You stood there together, side by side, watching the snow swans twirl in the moonlight, circling the lake in a display of freedom. The war still loomed over the horizon, the darkness waiting to consume everything in its path. But for that brief, magical moment, you and Draco were caught in something beautiful and untouched by the outside world. You both were allowed to be free.

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[ashwhowrites]

Older! Rockstar! Eddie Munson x reader, she goes to a concert of Corroded Coffin and Eddie sees her and he thinks she's cute, they've been in some dates but groupies of Eddie start to talk bad about reader and she's always sad because of that and Eddie decides that he doesn't want to see reader sad so they have a day without their phones so she can be relaxed and Eddie talks about that to his followers and he hates that people talk bad about her girl (idk if modern au would be good for this, but I hope you can write more Older! Eddie fics, we need him! No pressure tho!)

We can definitely make it modern au for the social media part. And I agree, we need older! Eddie. I hope you enjoy this and thank you for requesting <3

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Y/N wasn't the type to go to concerts alone, but one of her favorite bands was playing and none of her friends would go. Her friends weren't into the older bands, but Y/N loved Corroded Coffin for years and now she was old enough to get into the venues. She wasn't going to miss her chance to see them just because no one would go with her.

As she stood in the front row, Eddie Munson right there in front of her eyes, she knew she made the right choice. She couldn't help but feel like he was constantly looking right back at her. His eyes stared at her as she sang along, her eyes switching from his eyes to his lips, to his fingers on the guitar. He was even more hot up close.

Eddie finished the set, his mind still thinking of the girl in the front row. She knew every song, every beat, and she was gorgeous.

"Question, how old do you think the girl in the front was? With the black cropped Eddie's girl shirt, and red lips." Eddie asked, the band in the dressing room as they stripped out of their sweaty clothes.

"No idea, but old enough to get in." Gareth shrugged. Eddie nodded, that was enough for him. He didn't bother to find another shirt, throwing on a zip-up and sweatpants. He threw his hair in a bun and headed back out to the crowd. Girls screaming when they caught him sneaking by. He smiled and winked at a few as he tried to find the girl. Catching the back of her as she headed for the exit.

"HEY! RED LIPS!" He screamed, he hoped his voice would carry over the sound of the screaming girls. But she kept walking, Eddie signed as many things as he could as his eyes stayed on her.

"YO EDDIE'S GIRL IN FRONT ROW!" he tried again, this time she stopped. He could see her head look down at her shirt and then slowly turn around. Eddie softly pushed past the girls, apologizing for walking by, he promised to come back to sign things.

"Me?" She mouthed as he walked closer.

He smirked and nodded, walking faster to reach her. She stood next to the door and looked around. Thousands of girls staring at them. Some older women and some young girls like her.

"Here's my number, use it anyway you want." He winked as he handed her the piece of paper.

~~~

That was four months ago, and they've been on countless dates since. She couldn't understand the concept that she was dating her biggest celebrity crush. She tried to keep herself calm around him, but he made her lose her mind.

She hung out with the band, she sat on the sidelines during practices. It was like her world flipped upside down.

Eddie was exactly as she thought he'd be. He was hyper, funny, and childish at times. He was still young at heart and enjoyed doing the dumb things she did. Age wasn't an issue for them, but it was for the fans.

Y/N knew that dating someone famous would be hard. She was a fan herself, she's read countless tweets about jealous fans and how cruel they could be. She never thought she'd be on the receiving end of it.

The relationship was still fresh, and the fans one by one finding out more about her. Some fans thought she looked good with Eddie, and many loved that she was a real fan before the relationship even began. But once the news got out that Eddie Munson, the heartthrob was dating a younger girl, the world exploded.

Every magazine was fixated on it. It was the hot gossip and the main topic Eddie talked about in interviews. Eddie was never a private person and she didn't expect him to be now either. But she wished her age wasn't a big scandal.

"Eddie Munson's new girlfriend.....read about the hot young twenty-one-year-old now!"

"Eddie Munson shows off new young girlfriend, love or just lust?"

"The lead singer of Corroded Coffin is off the market! But seems to only be looking in the juniors section."

Yeah, some got nasty about it.

She sat on her phone, looking at the comments below Eddie's new post, a selfie of them on the beach.

"He's only with her because she's young."

"Jeez can she be anymore see through? Dating the biggest star in the world at her age? was she even born when his music came out?"

"Probably dropped out of college and needs a quick money grab."

"she's not even that attractive.....I think he's more into her being twenty years younger than him."

"I hope she enjoys this while she can. Not like he's going to settle down and marry her"

"I hope he sees she's just in it for the money."

"I told you to stop reading those," Eddie demanded, snatching the phone out of her hand. He sighed as he turned off her phone, putting it in his back pocket. He crossed his arms as he stood in front of her.

"I'm sorry! It's just that they hate me. These are your fans and I want them to like me." Y/N said, looking up as Eddie gave her the dad look.

"Okay giving me that look doesn't make me feel any better about people making jokes about me being young enough to be your daughter." She huffed, crossing her arms.

"Baby, don't listen to them. They don't know about our relationship, why believe what they have to say?" Eddie said, taking a seat next to her. He grabbed her legs and put them on his lap, his rough hands rubbing her soft skin.

"These are people that love you like I do! I hate to disappoint everyone because I'm not the right age."

"If you spend so much time listening to them, can you listen to me? I don't care what anyone thinks of our relationship. The people that truly love me, like the way you do, will accept and love you. You aren't disappointing anyone and there's nothing wrong with your age. The band loves you! They adore you and support us. They don't look at you and see your age. They see the hot girl that was front row screaming her lungs out in an Eddie Munson girl shirt." He said, his hand stopped on her knee giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I love you and I love the band as well." She said smiling. She moved into his lap and he wrapped his arms around her.

"No phones today. Just me and you." He said, kissing her cheek as she cuddled into him.

"Just me and you." She repeated.

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Unwanted: Chapter 13, Uncomfortable - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Sadness, realizations.

Word Count: 633

Previously On...: A phone call in the middle of the night sends Bucky to Jade's side at the med bay to help her through a "panic attack," which you're sure she's faking. You warn Bucky that if he keeps going to her, you might not be willing to take him back.

A/N: I didn't realize some of these parts were so short. They were difficult to write, so they took a lot of time, and therefore seemed longer. I feel like I'm drawing out the inevitable, and I probably am. I'm sorry!

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When you woke up a few hours later, Bucky wasn’t back. You checked your phone. It was well past the time you’d planned on leaving to go Upstate, not that you were surprised. He’d text you, apologizing, telling you that Jade was too emotionally distraught to be left alone for the time being, but he promised to be back soon, and you’d still make your trip. You knew the promise was hollow. You didn’t believe he was sleeping with her, not really, but the situation was becoming untenable. You’d always said you would never try to control who he could or couldn’t be friends with, but you began to wonder if it was time for an ultimatum. The idea of imposing one sat poorly with you; it wasn’t the kind of girlfriend you wanted to be, but you felt he was leaving you no choice anymore. Every boundary you had asked him to keep with her, she’d somehow find a way to push him past. 

He wasn’t blameless in the situation, you knew that. You knew he loved you, wanted to be with you, but how many chances could you give him to put you first, only to have him fail you? He wasn’t doing it on purpose; he was a genuinely good person who saw someone who had suffered as he had, and who wanted to provide support in a way that had been denied to him, but he was doing it at the expense of your relationship, your heart, your fucking sanity. He was taking you for granted, assuming that you’d always forgive him. And why wouldn’t he? You’d done it each and every time before.

You got up and got dressed, trying to find a use for your time so that you weren’t incessantly staring at the clock, waiting for Bucky to finally decide to make time for you. You suddenly remembered the request that Sam had made of you the night before– that you check the Tower’s systems to see if Jade had attempted to access anything that might set up red flags. 

Grabbing your laptop, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a bagel and glass of juice before curling up on a chaise lounge in the common room and began working. It was going to be a time consuming task; the Tower’s systems were massive, but you’d built a good portion of them yourself, so it was a lot like wandering the forest in your own backyard. 

Hours later, you were rubbing your eyes, regretting that you had left your glasses in your room. The sun was low in the sky, hovering just above the city skyline. Standing up to stretch, you cracked your neck and lower back before shooting off a text to Sam.

>>Just ran a check of the Tower systems for Jade’s footprint.

Ole Sammy: And???? Don’t leave me hangin in suspense, Baby Girl!

>> And, nothing screaming ENEMY AGENT. 

>> She accessed Bucky’s unlocked files.

>> Like, a lot.

Ole Sammy: Creepy, but not surprising.

>> No, considering she’s fucking obsessed with him.

Ole Sammy: Unless…

>> Unless what, Samuel?

Ole Sammy: Nothing. Just a thought. Probably nothing. Don’t worry about it.

>> Stop being cryptic. Tell me.

Ole Sammy: Not unless I have proof to back it up. I don’t want to make accusations without evidence. Bitch’s scary AF. Besides, she could kick my ass.

>> Pretty sure I could kick your ass.

Ole Sammy: Only if I didn’t have my wings!

>> Not the flex you think it is.

Ole Sammy: How’s Upstate?

>> Wouldn’t know. Jade had a ‘panic attack’ in the night and has needed Bucky by her side ever since.

Ole Sammy: That dumb ass mother fucker! How much longer you gonna put up with this shit, Baby Girl?

>> I’ll talk to you later, Sam.

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PLATONIC YANDERE HYBRID WOLF WITH HYBRID BUNNY CHILD!READER

Pt 1!!

Warning: mention of murder, murder, and slight imprisonment

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You felt yourself waking up, you had a massive headache and you were in a cave and to your horror you were locked in a cage. You then saw him just watching you as you sat up in the cage. You scooted farther into the cage and he sighed.

"I know you are scared little one but I am not going to hurt you." Jax says. You couldn't bear to look at him in his eyes because you still couldn't erase that horrible image of him... Killing your mama.... How bloody he looked. You just sat there saying nothing.

For a moment you two were silent until he spoke again. "Well... If you're just going to sit there and say nothing then so be it." He then starts walking away from your cage and he grabs some sticks to start making a fire. You felt yourself shivering cold and you were so hungry.

You needed to get out of here and fast because who knows what he will do with you, after all he did kill your mama... Then a wave of sadness hit you. Mama... You thought as your eyes get teary. You wanted your mama... You wanted this to be a dream and just wake up to find your Mama in the kitchen making you breakfast but no... This is real...

Your sniffles make Jax ear twitch and he looks up at you when he finishes with the fire. He sighs and he slowly walks up to you in the cage. To your surprise he starts unlocking the cage and before you knew it you were in his arms. You instantly start trembling.

Jax felt your trembling form and rubbed your head. "There... There... little one... calm down" You start crying in his arms. "I want my mama..." you managed to sob out. Something inside Jax cracked when he heard you say that, he felt something he hasn't felt in a long time. Guilt.

He shushes you and tells you soothing words that makes you calm down just a bit. He then eventually sits by the fire and puts you in his lap cuddling you close. You felt so small in his arms, he could kill you instantly if he wanted too. "Are you going kill me too..?" You manage to mumble out.

He doesn't say anything at first making you regret asking him that. "No.. I am not going to kill you little one.. I am going to take care of you.... So you should be grateful." The way he said it so causally made you feel angry. How could he just take care of you after what he did to your Mama? He killed your Mama and now you can't ever see her again. He didn't even say sorry and he expects you to be grateful? You definitely needed to get out of here.

...

You were snuggled closely in Jax arms and he was sleeping deeply. This was it. So you slowly untangled yourself out of his arms without waking him up and you tiptoed out of the cave. You started running for your life out through the woods desperately trying to find anyone that can help you but that would be impossible since its night.

You took a breath by a tree, you felt hopeless right now you were all alone and you had no one but yourself. But your thoughts were cut short when you felt something heavy thrown at you making you fall. You felt the net rope tied around you tightly strangling you. You hear laughter coming towards you.

"Well well... looks like I got a good catch!" You see a bearded man approach you. A human... you try your hardest to escape the net but it tightens around you as you keep moving. "The more you struggle, the more tight the rope will be around you but you are going to die anyways" The man gets on top of the rope net that is trapping you taking out a knife. You let out a strangle cry as the man gets ready to stab you.

But then you hear a growl and the man was then taken off of you as he suddenly gets attacked. The man lets out a scream of pain and you closed your eyes. The screaming then goes quiet. You then felt someone approach you. You slowly open your eyes to find Jax standing besides you. Jax then kneels down and cuts the rope off you of you with knife the man had. You try to say something as Jax gently picks you but you felt your throat really sore from the net tightening your neck earlier.

Jax walks off with you in his arms and you look back to see the terrifying scene of the man... who was now in his own puddle of blood. You instantly turn away to face Jax chest. He doesn't say anything to you and you don't say anything to him. You both finally made it to his cave. He then finally says something. "You know.. I am very disappointed in you... After sparing your life, this is the thanks I get? You escaping my cave and getting my hands all bloody?" You felt your eyes getting teary. "I didn't want this to happen..." You mumbled.

He sighs angrily. "Then what did you want from this?" You look up at him and tears were falling from your eyes. "I don't know... I just want my mama back... but you took her... you killed her..." He just stares at you for a moment and his expression grows dark. "I told you, you should be grateful that you are even alive.. I kill people if you haven't seen that yet.. You know what? You need a timeout in your cage." You felt your heart beating fast as he said that. "N-no please! I don't want to go back in the cage!" He doesn't say anything to you as he forcefully puts you in the cage and you start sobbing as he closed the cage door locking it. "I am sorry! I won't try to escape and I will be good I promise! I am sorry!" He just stares at you while you were sobbing then finally saying.

"Consider this a light punishment little one... because if you dare try to escape me again I am not going to be nice about it next time." He then turns his back towards you. "I am going to get us food i'll be back in a bit." He then walks out of the cave leaving you sobbing and begging for him to let you out. As Jax is out of the cave and walking off he felt his tough demeanor fade.

Oh how much he wanted to let you out of the cage... to hold you close... to tell you he's sorry for putting you in the cage and killing your Mama...

But... He had to be tough with you, you needed to know that he has this type of power over you. And he will be damned if he let you take advantage of him since he got a soft spot for you. You somehow remind him of his younger self... how innocent he was... how happy he was- He shakes his head as his thoughts went further into his past... No... he shouldn't be thinking about that.. he shouldn't be thinking about them...

...

You were sitting in the cage hugging your legs to your chest. You barely finished sobbing and you were wiping your tears away. You then see Jax coming into the cave after being gone for what it seems like for days. You look away from him as he walks up to the cage, you felt so upset with him because of how careless and heartless he is. But if only you knew how much you affected him even though he barely knows you.

"I think you've been punished long enough little one... and I... got you some sweet treats to make you feel better..." He holds up a bag of muffins he stolen from one of his victims brought for you guys but you turn away from him. This makes him ache a little bit. "I know you're upset with me little one... I am truly sorry... I really am..." You slightly turn to him a bit as your stomach growls. You haven't eaten for almost a day. You then hear him unlock the cage and you didn't even bother saying anything as he picks you up.

He sits on the ground with you in his lap and takes out the muffin from the bag and hands it to you. You gently take the muffin and took a small bite, it was delicious. "You like it?" You nod and give him a small smile, you felt a little better now but you still don't forgive him. He then felt his tail wag slightly behind him when you gave him that small smile. "I am glad... and there's more where that came from" he gives you a smile back.

Hope you enjoyed pt2 have a good day my stars!!