#kinda like Marcus did to her (yes Marcus was trying to protect her but I doubt that's how Vi sees it)

[owlheartt]

Something I really like about timebomb is that Ekko actually knows what he's getting into.

I'm not really seeing it get talked about but in season 1 they mention that Ekko and the firelights help people addicted to shimmer get off it and lead more fulfilling lives within the community. I should probably rewatch the scene for the exact wording (might be misremembering tbh) but that comment implies A LOT.

First: Ekko's mission is helping people where he can, he would probably try and help Jinx even if he wasn't in love with her

Second: He has experience dealing with severe mental illness as that often goes hand in hand with drug abuse, namely depression/suicidal ideation like what Jinx was exhibiting

Third: He's probably mapped out best course of action FOR dealing with this and has already figured out his own limits/boundaries. Meaning he knew what he was getting into trying to talk Jinx out of suicide, and was thus more equipped to deal with the aftermath

Fourth: He's probably helped ex members of Silco's gang. The firelights seem to have a theme of healing and repairing and recovering, so they've probably also learned to forgive. If they're mission is to rebuild the lanes into a safe space, they can't exclude people they don't like, they have to make room for them. I think they fought Silco out of necessity, and I doubt Jinx would be the first person they help who's killed one of them.

These all might be a bit of a stretch but I think it really fits. Beyond that, it shows that Ekko can ACTUALLY help Jinx. As much as unconditional love can do, Ekko has the tools for Jinx's recovery and a path ready for her. He also probably knows that her "healthy" will look different from AU Powder's "healthy." On top of that, I expect he knows how to respect her even in the middle of psychotic breaks and won't agitate her already frail mental state

[daydreamgoddess14]

Aspirations pt. 4

Sydcarmy Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Menu planning, avoidant behaviour, protective Richie and jealous Carmy, anyone? Yes, I busted this chapter out very quickly because I couldn't wait to write it 😂 I'm happy with this one, I think. Hope you are too! Our chapter count has gone up - why tf did I think I could do this in 3?! 😅 - I'm pretty sure it's going to be 6 in total.

~~~~~~

“What’s next?” Nat asked later that day from the dining table while Syd moved the previous plate away.

“Oysters.”

“Nooo! Please no.”

“You said we could give it a shot?” Carmy looked hurt,

“I think we’re going to lose too much prep time shucking them and making them presentable.” Syd countered.

“We’ll time it. Nat, stopwatch?”

“On it. I’m kinda leaning with Syd though. Does anyone actually like them?”

“I do.” They both replied, “trust me, I know you’ll like these ones.” Syd continued.

“Show me why you can’t shuck them?” Carmy asked Syd, handing her a knife and an oyster. She looked wary but made sure the crustacean was secure in her hand and positioned the knife, “Ok, you’re going in at the wrong angle, may I?” He came close to her, head bent towards hers. She went to hand him both items but he shoo’d her hands away, “no, you’re gonna do it, Chef.” His hand covered hers, holding the oyster with her and his other hand joined hers on the knife. He changed the position of the blade and guided her to push the point of the knife into the hinge of the oyster. His hands cupped hers as they heard a small pop and the oyster opened up. “See, you did it.”

“I think you did it,” she replied softly, neither of them moving apart. Behind Syd, Nat cleared her throat. 

“Aren’t these supposed to be an aphrodisiac?” She asked. Carmy sprang away from Syd.

“Uhh yeah, it’s cos they look like… well. Y’know. Anyway, you’re gonna try this and I promise you’ll like it.” Syd smiled seasoning the opened oyster with a dressing of cilantro, lime and ginger she’d already prepared and finished it off with a drizzle of sriracha. Next to her, Carmy had lined up a couple of others he'd opened up and she seasoned those as well. “Ok… so just like, swallow it whole.” She handed the small plate to Nat who held it up for a better look.

“Swallow it whole? Ok, now you’re just fucking with me cos I mentioned the whole aphrodisiac thing?” Syd shook her head,

“Nope. I swear, you gotta just go for it.” Nat and Carmy both tried theirs at the same time. 

“Are you fucking real, Sydney?” He muttered, “that was insane.”

“You’ve converted me.”

“Cool. They’re still not going on the menu.” Syd laughed,

“They have to!” Nat protested.

“How about if we did it with scallops instead?” Carmy suggested, “We can’t not use this dressing, Syd.” She tried the last oyster for herself. 

“Yeah… that dressing is the shit. Scallops could work. I’ll get some from the fish guy tomorrow and try it?”

“Heard, Chef.” He replied with a small smile.

“Do I still need to time you?”

“No,” Syd went to speak up as Carmy said,

“Yes, please do.” He turned to Syd, “We have some left, it’s good practice.”

“Yeah, good practice for something I’m never doing again.” She teased.

“We’ll see about that. Race?” Syd’s eyes lit up. She loved it when he was like this, and it was becoming more and more of a regular occurrence since The Bear had opened. He had the same intensity and unwavering gaze, but he was playful and mischievous. She’d finally seen him the way Nat and Richie had known him before. Quick witted - often with an under the radar dirty joke that had her, Richie and Tina sniggering into their prep work while Marcus and Gary looked bemused. 

“Fucking fine. I’m going to own you, bitch.” He divided up the remaining oysters between them and handed her the knife back. He found another from the drawer,

“Doubt it, Chef. Nat, you judging? Don’t let her fuckin’ cheat.”

“You’ll pay for that Berzatto, I do not cheat.”

“Alright you two, let’s go before Pete gets back with Mikey,” Nat came to stand on the other side of the counter so she could see them both standing side by side, elbows brushing. “What’s the winner get?”

“Oysters on the fuckin’ menu.” Carmy decided.

“Nuhuh, that’s fine if you win… If I win though, I want you to make the dish I had in New York.” Confusion followed by shock crossed his face,

“Fuckin’ coming back to that after I’ve kicked your ass.”

“Please,” she scoffed, “let’s get this over with so you can cook for me again.” She rolled her eyes.

“You both ready?” Nat interrupted. “Three, two, one - go!” Syd snatched up her first oyster and, using the technique Carmy had just shown her, opened it without delay. She put each one she opened onto the plate between them, watching Carmy from the corner of her eye she guessed that he was maybe half a second ahead of her.

“Best meal I’ve ever had, y’know.” She said, watching his knife falter just briefly before he got it back under control.

“Good to know. Stop tryin’ to distract me.”

“I would never do that,” she grinned down at her oysters, taking advantage of his time slip.

“You’re always a distraction.” This time her hand stuttered. She caught herself just before the knife made contact with the palm of her hand but it was too late, she’d lost time. Carmy threw his last oyster onto the plate and dropped his knife. “Done.” Syd finished the moment he spoke.

“Ding ding! Carmen Berzatto, congratulations.” Natalie faux bowed to him. She picked up her pen, “so, oysters on the menu then?”

“Nah, we’ll do scallops instead.” He turned to Syd, “It’ll still work. We’ll do it like a -”

“Ceviche,” they said in unison.

“Thank you.” Syd acknowledged.

“Fucking weird.” Nat muttered, rolling her eyes. As she spoke, Pete came through the front door with Mikey’s stroller, “Ok, that’s my cue for a nap. See you guys in an hour. Don’t kill each other in my kitchen. Or anything else.” They dressed the oysters and cleared up before sitting down to eat. 

“Mmm. Holy shit,” Syd moaned, “I’m putting this dressing on everything from now on.” “It’s fire, Chef.”

“Thank you.” They fell into a comfortable silence until, “check your plum sauce.” She reminded him.

“Fuck, yes. Thanks.” He toyed with the heat and sat back down next to her, looking over the menu. “It looks good.” He noted, nudging her slightly.

“Yeah I think so. Just the right amount of festivity.” 

“Exactly. Seasonal.” She could feel his eyes on her as she made some notes for the soon-to-be scallop dish. “When were you in New York?” He asked at last.

“A long time ago. I saved up and blew everything on a few days there. Ate everywhere I wanted to.”

“I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t. I wasn’t lying the day I met you when I said I knew of you. That meal changed my fucking life.”

“Mine too, I guess,” he took her wrist gently and pulled her up, “here, try this?” He took her to the stove top and gathered a spoon of the plum sauce. Unable to hand it to her without it spilling, he brought it to her mouth instead. She held his gaze as he placed the spoon in her mouth. There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite decipher but she could feel the heat spread from her cheeks down to her toes, could feel her thighs clench together in desperation. She was eternally grateful that she could easily hide a blush, but she was certain he could sense how her breathing changed. His fingers brushed against hers as she took the spoon from him, the taste of plum and winter spices exploding on her tongue.

“Fuck me.” She mumbled in surprise, eyes still on him. He arched an eyebrow, “the sauce. The sauce is really fucking good.” She confirmed quickly, realizing how closely they were standing. 

“Doesn’t need anything?” Her eyes flicked down to his lips as she subconsciously bit her own lightly. Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. She could feel herself leaning in unintentionally, her body automatically seeking him out. From his pocket, his phone rang and she turned on her heel instead and took the spoon to the sink with a shake of her head,

“Doesn’t need anything.” She maintained as he let the phone ring, still watching her. “You gonna get that?”

“It’s Claire.” He said, a little sadly. She nodded,

“You should take it. I’m gonna get some air.” She picked up the nearest outer layer, his sweater from earlier in the morning, and slipped out of the front door as she heard him answer,

“Hey babe,” She closed the door with a quiet click behind her and sat on the front door step with her head in her hands. What the fuck was she doing? What the fucking fuck was she fucking doing? She took deep breaths but all it did was remind her of earlier in the morning, wrapped in his arms with his hand on her back and hers on his heart. The heart he’d all but given to someone else. She needed to get a grip before she did something really fucking stupid. Co-workers did not share beds and spoons and eye fuck each other over a plum fucking sauce. She twisted her braids into a bun and secured it, welcoming the cool air on the back of her neck. She shouldn’t have picked up his damn sweater again, he was invading her senses in every single way and it was all becoming too much. She wasn’t sure how much distance she could keep anymore, he just kept drawing her in. She heard the door click again and he sat next to her. “You good?” He asked. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Surely he’d felt it too? Was he just as affected, or was she imagining it? She cleared her throat,

“This needs to stop.” She said firmly, not bothering to confirm what this was. 

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Yeah.” She got up, went back inside and tried to keep herself from falling back into his orbit for the rest of the day.

*

It had been weeks. Syd maintained an appropriate distance at all times. She tried to keep someone between them, took a full step back from her station whenever he came over to taste her dishes, tried to look anywhere except at him. It was fucking hard. Her eyes were drawn to him in every room, every time. She sought him out even when she didn’t mean to. And fuck she missed him. She occasionally wondered if he was finding it just as difficult, but pushed it to the back of her mind. They weren’t doing anything differently, she reasoned. They were still friends, still co-workers, still partners. She took a plate of pasta into Natalie in the office, Nat looked up at her in concern,

“Hey, you ok honey?”

“All good, Chef.” 

“You just seem a little… distant recently?”

“Just getting on with work.” At that, Richie burst into the office,

“Syd, if he asks, you gotta say no.” She looked bemused.

“Say no to who?”

“The fish guy. The pot wash at the taco place said he wants to ask you out.”

“The fuck? Why are you getting your information from the pot wash at the taco place?”

“We smoke together, trade intel.”

“About me?”

“About everything, Syd. Jeez, focus! The fish guy wants to ask you out, but you gotta say no - ok?”

“Not ok, Richie - why should she say no?” Nat stepped in,

“Cos he’s a fuckin’ dickbag that’s why!” 

“Who’s a dickbag?” Carmy asked, coming in and dropping into a chair.

“The fish guy.”

“Oh fuck yeah, he’s a fuckin’ dickbag. Why do we give a shit though?” He asked, dragging a hand through his hair.

“Cousin, he wants to ask Syd out, I gotta warn her off him.”

“He wants to do what?”

“I know, right? Fuck that. He’ll lose his fuckin’ teeth if he tries.” Said Richie, still affronted that he wasn’t being taken seriously. Nat and Syd exchanged glances.

“Look, if Syd wants to say yes then she can say yes -” 

“But -”

“But nothing. You will both just get your heads out of your asses and leave this the fuck alone, do you hear me?” She warned them.

“Syd, he’s a fuckin’ dickbag.” Carmy said, his voice low, something unrecognizable in his tone.

“Surely that’s for me to decide?”

“Woah, what’s happening here?” Claire squeezed into the room which was now at full capacity.

“Ugh,” Nat groaned, “these two are being ridiculous. The fish guy wants to ask Syd out -”

“Well, that’s good?” Claire asked,

“No it’s fucking not.” Richie and Carmy replied in unison.

“He’s a dickbag.” Carmy muttered.

“A total fucking bag of fucking dicks.”

“Can we stop with the phrase dickbag, please?” Nat pleaded.

“Look, I appreciate the concern guys, but I am capable of deciding for myself whether to date someone. I don’t… I don’t get why we have five fucking people in this office getting into my personal life?” Syd held her hands up.

“He’s not after a date,” Richie grumbled. “He’s after a quick fuck. Does it all the time at all the restaurants in town.”

“S’true.” Carmy confirmed, looking at his hands.

“He ‘dates’ these women for a while and then just fuckin’ ditches them. Waitresses, chefs, fuckin’ anyone who’ll say yes.”

“Have you considered that that might suit Syd?” Nat asked. Syd caught her eye and frowned with a small shake of her head, Nat shrugged.

“Syd’s better than that,” Carmy said, “you’re better than that.” He finally looked up at her, still standing by the desk.

“Again, that’s for me to decide.” She pointed out.

“I think you guys are, like, really invested in Sydney’s sex life. Don’t you think that’s a bit weird?” Claire asked.

“No.” Richie and Carmy replied together, again.

“Yes it is, actually.” Syd agreed with Claire. “Neither of you should care who I’m dating or fucking or whatever the fuck I’m doing in my spare time.”

“We’re looking out for you, cuz!” Richie’s voice rose again. She didn’t have time to pause when she noticed Richie call her cousin,

“This is a really weird way of looking out for me, Richie.” She suggests, “all I have to go on is that he’s a dickbag who dates around a lot?” She saw Carmy shoot Richie a look,

“Well, yeah - isn’t that fucking enough?”

“Richie, you sound jealous! Do you want to date Syd?” Claire teased.

“Fuck, no!” Carmy and Richie both shouted. “No offense,” Richie followed up.

“Ok, this is getting really fucking stupid. The guy hasn’t asked me out, I haven’t even seen him for weeks, and I have no idea what I’d say if he did ask me, ok? You,” she pointed at them both, “do not get to tell me who I can date or who I can fuck, understood?” Syd glared.

“Yes, Chef.” Richie mumbled. She looked at Carmy, his face unreadable.

“Carmy?” Claire asked on Syd’s behalf,

“Yeah, of course. Nothing to do with me, right?” He asked with a shrug, anger creeping into his voice.

“Cool, so now that we’ve established that Syd’s free to date whoever she wants, we getting out of here for a couple of hours?” Claire asked Carmy, rolling her eyes with a smile to Syd and Nat.

“Sure, I’ll just get my stuff. Meet you out front?”

“Yeah. Uhh… great catch up, guys. Syd, good luck!”

“Yeah, thanks. See ya, Claire.” They all waited for the sound of the swing door before speaking again.

“This is really fucked up.” Nat muttered, digging into her pasta. “Not this, this is gorgeous. This pair of fuckos.” She pointed with her fork at Carmy and Richie.

“I’m outta here for a bit,” Carmy made his way to the lockers and Syd followed.

“The fuck was that?” She hissed, aware of Richie and Nat in the office.

“Nothin’. Like you said, s’not my place to tell you who you can date.” He shoved his arms into his jacket, “or fuck. Right?” He added, his voice laced with anger.

“Correct. Because you have a girlfriend, remember? A friend who is a girl? So you shouldn’t care what I do.”

“Or who?” She glared at him. She tried to disguise her hurt with anger, but she couldn’t stop the stray tear on her cheek,

“Fuck you, Carmy.” She jabbed his chest. “Fuck. You.” She spat out, full of venom. He stilled, leaned into her hand.

“Yeah. Sure, Syd. Fuck me.” He reached up to brush the tear away with his thumb and slipped past her to Claire. She hesitated before going back to the office, trying to get her emotions under control so she didn’t cry in front of Richie or Nat.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” Richie started as she walked back in. “Fuck, sorry. Can I call you sweetheart?” She nodded a little.

“S’ok. I know you meant to fucking protect me or some shit, I get it.” He met her forehead with his own,

“Yeah. But I was an asshole and I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, Richie.”

“Please say no if he asks you. I’m too fuckin’ old to be fightin’ toddlers in the fuckin’ street, huh?” She offered a brief smile.

“I’ll bear it in mind.”

“Ok. I gotta fuckin’ burn one. That shit was awkward as hell when Claire came in and Carmy was making fucking goo-goo eyes at you.”

“Fuck off Rich.” He laughed, patted her shoulder sympathetically and made for the back doors. Syd sat heavily in the chair Carmy had sat in, and slumped down while Nat quietly finished her pasta.

“You ok?” She asked.

“Not really.” She rubbed her hands over her face with a big sigh. 

“So you guys are just going to… what? Either be ignoring or fighting each other for the foreseeable future?”

“I guess so.” Syd shrugged, anger building again. “He has no right to tell me who I can date.”

“I know.”

“It’s nothing to do with him. Nothing at all to do with him.”

“I agree.”

“Whatever the problem is, it’s his problem to fix. Not mine.”

“I hear you.”

“What do I do, Nat?”

“You live your life, babe. You do whatever the hell you want and he can go to fuck.”

“Yeah. Yes. You’re right. It’s nothing to do with him.” Syd nodded.

~~~~~

[fuzzyhologramdetective]

Ok, let's talk about the bastard son & the devil himself

First of all, the soundtrack, i really like it: I think it has that urban feeling to it and also kind of a fresh, new interpretation of magic and mysteriousness which I really like.

You see the places the characters are in: for example you see they're in London, cause there are shots of the city, not in a *flashy* way, but somehow just making it feel more grounded. I think showing those places (also Paris, even though they didn't film there I think they did a good job with it; or the woods which look like real woods and not some fantasy place) makes you realise that yes, this takes place in our world, which makes it feel more real.

What i think is really important though is that the people are allowed to have feelings. They're allowed to be selfish, or angry. They're also allowed to be loving: Nathan never has a moment where he questions if he can be in love with both Annalise and Nathan at the same time, he just is.

I also love how everyone is allowed to not be good all the time: Nathan getting angry at Annalise's brother or being kind of shitty to her when he's all "fuck fairborns" etc.; Ceelia being pretty rough at the beginning of the show but while it continues, you get to know her better and actually like her a lot; Annalise killing the guard or being a bit selfish and unfriendly to Gabrielle when they first meet him; those french bloodwiches you sympathise with and then they literally torture and kill people.

Like, a lot of the characters are so nuanced and you get to see a lot of different perspectives, which makes you question people or things you didn't necessarily think of before. What you think about who's good or bad gets challenged a lot: at first the fairborns always talk about how evil the bloodwitches are, and even though you realise it's probably not that simple and early on Nathan's grandma and Annalise kind of criticize those presumptions, you later get to see that both sides are actually kind of bad and it's not about what you were born as but who you choose to be.

For example, Ceelia and Bjorn both choose to go against Soul once they realise how much he's changed and that what they're doing can't be justified; Keiran's arc is similar but with Jessica as the opponent; Soul on the other hand also chooses to be a bad person. At the beginning, before he kills his brother I was actually beginning to sympathize with him and thought he was just a normal dude, but when he's starting to really get scared of being killed, he chooses to go down that evil road to save his own skin. Then of course, Nathan, Annalise and Gabriel all choose to be on their own side, choose to leave behind all the stuff people in their past told them. Gabriel chooses to come back and help Nathan and Annalise after finding out who they are. He also chooses to stop working for Mercury and romises to help that little boy.

And one thing I find really interesting is, that the one person you're supposed to believe is the most dangerous and evil witch there is, the devil himself, is actually kinda chill the one time you really see him on screen.

And another thing I really like is that they didn't to this thing where people are *defined* by their powers (which I feel like a lot of other fantasy media does): Soul, the ruthless villain, has the power to grow plants; Annalise, who is a good person and is loving etc. has the power to destroy. Like, I just love it. It's not about what their powers make them, but what they make of their powers. Annalise uses hers to protect the ones she loves and Soul uses the means he has to try to become as powerful as he believes he needs to be to defeat Marcus.

[randomjreader]

YOUNG ROYALS SEASON 2 SPOILERS AHEAD, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Here we go, part 2 of my mess of thoughts while watching young royals

Hot take: Simon and Marcus aren't that bad tgt, but Simon's heart isn't entirely into it so it's never going to work out. I just hope Simon is direct with him now before shit goes down with Wille again

SIMON THROWING THE DODGEBALL AT WILLE 😭 that was personal 💀

Ahhh I get why Simon is mad, but Wille does have more to consider when it comes to big decisions 😭 I feel so bad for him

YES YES YES FELICE AND WILLE MAKING UP, WILLE APOLOGISING FOR KISSING HER LIKE THAT, FELICE BEING SO UNDERSTANDING AHHHHH I LOVE THEM

No honestly? Any doubt I had abt Felice back in season one? Squashed, killed, crushed underneath the sole of my foot. Absolute top tier character I love her to bits

"it hurts so much. I feel like I'm gonna die" STOP PLS MY POOR WILLE JUST SHATTERING MY HEART WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER

THE LOVE LETTER TO FREDRIKA, IT HAS TO BE FROM STELLA RIGHT? SHES LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT THERE'S NO WAY IT'S NOT FROM STELLA

WILLE IN TEARS WHILE PUTTING ON HIS MAKEUP PLS 😭😭 SOMEONE PROTECT HIM PLS STOP HURTING HIM

MORE FREDRIKA AND STELLA MOMENTS IM CALLING IT RN THEY'RE A THING

Ok, not them making me feel bad for August??? He set up a whole romantic thing for Sara and she bails? Yikes

Marcus showing up for Simon? Aww

But Simon not telling him the names of his fishes bcs they remind him of Wille :(

I FUCKING KNEW IT, STELLA AND FREDRIKA AHHHHHHHH I AM HERE FOR IT 🏳️‍🌈

FUCK YES THEY FINALLY KISSED!!! BUT SIMON IS STILL WITH MARCUS?? ITS MORE COMPLICATED NOW 😭 Lowkey feeling bad for Marcus man he does seem to like Simon a lot

Simon singing to Wille 😭 y'all I'm in my feels rn

WILLE WAS SO HAPPY AFTER THE KISS AWWW <3

NOOO SIMON CALLED THE KISS A MISTAKE

OK, ITS HAPPENING, WILLE TOLD SIMON THAT AUGUST POSTED THE VIDEO

Ughh this whole music room fight, I hate that I understand both sides and it's just a whole djoajdkskfkwjdjxn

Wille going to Simon's house to talk to him 😭 AND IMPLYING THAT HE'D ABDICATE FOR HIM

That phone call, August was tryna buy Rosseaou for Sara right? That's kinda sweet actually

WILLE THROWING UP AHHHH

THEY CLOSED THE CURTAINS, I REPEAT, THEY CLOSED THE CURTAINS

Okok, I rlly do feel bad for Marcus. I mean, he was harsh and Simon is not wrong in saying he did tell him that he didn't want anyth serious, but I do understand his anger and it makes me feel bad for him, bcs I do think he did like Simon a lot

OK, ANYTH I SAID ABOUT FEELING BAD FOR AUGUST? KILLED, CRUSHED, COMPLETELY DEAD. HOW FUCKING DARE HE

Ok, it doesn't erase that I did feel bad for him when he went thru shit but my rage at him for blackmailing Wille is overpowering any sympathy I feel for the guy

Also ALEXANDER??? BABES I WAS ROOTING FOR U I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN U CAME BACK HOW DARE U BETRAY ME LIKE THIS

OH MY FUCKING GOD, THE ENTIRE FUCKING GUN SCENE WAS SO INTENSE, I ACTUALLY JUMPED

I WATCHED THAT SCENE TWICE IN SWEDISH THEN ONCE IN ENGLISH BCS I JUST NEEDED TO HEAR EDVIN PORTRAY WILLE'S RAGE

Thereeeee goes Felice and Sara's frnship, it was fun while it lasted 😔

YES YES YES YES YES THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER

STOPP NOT THE I LOVE YOU FROM SIMON THEY'RE TRYNA MAKE ME CRY FR I LOVE MY BOYS SO MUCH

Sara?? Telling the police?? Oh god ok good for her for trying to do the right thing but there's still the drug thing and I think it'll backfire...

HE TOLD THE WORLD, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, WILHELM TOLD THE WORLD THAT IT WAS HIM IN THE VIDEO WITH SIMON

The look in the camera 😭 we ended season one with a completely stoic expression and now we have a small smile I LOVEE

Well. That was a giant emotional rollercoaster. I'm gonna need about 3-5 business days to process everything now.

[mediocre-writerr]

all for us [the wilds girls]

the wilds girls x platonic fem reader

requested: I love your imagines a lot, you’re an amazing writer! I had a promt where maybe the reader is the youngest of all the girls and basically the younger sister they all never had and they all care and love for her very much (maybe short flashbacks with moments of her and the girls) and once their quarantine is over they realize she’s missing and it turns out she got internal injury or something else quite angsty and the girls do everything they can for her

*not my gif*

“So tell me about Y/N Y/L/N.” Agent Young says.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Leah asks and Agent Young nods, “Where do I even begin?” 

You were the youngest of the group. Not too much younger than them, but still younger. And just like regular siblings being the youngest had its perks and downfalls.

For one, you could never go anywhere alone. Even to pee, the girls would not let you out of their sight. 

But, you got away with almost everything. The girls couldn’t stay mad at you for too long, not even Toni could stay mad at you. And she could literally stay mad at anyone until the day she died. 

“I’m taking you and her were close?” Agent Fader asks.

“Yeah, she was close to pretty much everyone. She’s like a little bean we all wanted to protect. You just wanted to squish her cheeks ever time you see her.” 

“Leah? What are you doing up here?” you ask her, plopping down onto the sand further away from everyone. 

She shakes her head staring out at the sun that was just beginning to set, “Just reading the notes he left me...again. I know I’m pathetic.” 

“I wasn’t gonna say that.” you reply and she looks at you wide-eyed.

“You weren’t?” 

You shake your head, smiling at her a little bit, “You were in love. I’ve never been in love before, but when you’re in love you’re in love. And he dumped you which wasn’t cool. I don’t support your relationship with him, but it’s only natural to be heartbroken over it.” 

“You’re wise for your age.” she says, ruffling your hair.

“If I ever meet Jeffery, I’m gonna kick his ass.” you warn her, looking at her dead in the eye.

“You probably can, if I’m being honest.” Leah states and she lets out a small laugh. 

Yes, mission accomplished.

You nod with your fists up, pretending to block, “Hit him with that one, two, punch. Pow. Pow pow pow!” you mimic, punching the air in front of you.

Your fake fighting causes her to laugh a little louder and harder. So you decided to take it up a notch, get her distracted a little more.

You get up from where you were standing. And lift one leg up, like Daniel did in Karate Kid, “Finish him!” you yell, making your voice a little deeper. 

Kicking your feet up in the air, however you don’t stick the landing. You fall onto your back letting out a small groan and the sudden hit. Leah starts laughing uncontrollably, releasing a little snort.

That small snort causes you to start laughing along with her. Jeffery long forgotten. 

“We heard from Leah that Y/N was close with everyone. Is this true?” Fader asks. 

“Oh yeah 100%.” Rachel says with a nod, “It was like having yet another younger sister to take care of. Or well...them taking care of me.” 

“You think you can beat me in a swim race.” Rachel asks, staring at you like you’ve just grown two horns.

You hum in response, “Yep!” 

“Fine you’re on! From this point to those rocks.” she says, pointing at the rock figures in the middle of the ocean.

“Who you got?” Dot asks, Toni.

Toni looks at her with a small smirk on her face, “I’m gonna bet on the underdog this round. I got my Diet Coke on Squirt here!” Toni gestures to you, using your annoying nickname that the girls named you after. 

They gave you the nickname after the turtle from Finding Nemo. You pretended to hate it, but you secretly loved your embarrassing nickname.

“You’re on!” Dot says, shaking her hand.

“On your mark, get set...GO!” Martha yells sitting along next to Marcus.

The two of you take off swimming. You start off a little slow at first trying to maintain your energy, but Rachel was the opposite. She was using everything in her power to get their as fast as she could.

When she finally started slowing down, that’s when you pushed on the gas. Moving your arms and legs in a perfect motion. Slowly, but surely you started passing her just as you made it to the rocks.

“Hell yeah!” Toni yells.

Dot groans before throwing Toni a Diet Coke. 

“How the hell did you do that?” Rachel asks you, out of breath as the two of you sat on the rocks.

“Honestly, no idea.” you say with a laugh and she rolls her eyes.

“Race you back!” she yells, jumping into the ocean.

“Cheater!” you yell before diving in after her. 

Dot was slurping down her milkshake. While the two agents waited for her to stop drinking. 

“Can I have another one of these?” Dot asks and Fader nods with a laugh. 

“Who do you think you wanted to protect most on the island?” Young asks after Dot finishes her ten course meal.

“Y/N, hands down. I think that would be every girls answer.” Dot explains, plopping another fry into her mouth.

All of you girls were relaxing on the beach. After two days of scavenging the jungle for any sorts of food and firewood. This was the first day all of you could just relax.

“I just came up with the best idea!” you exclaim. 

It was just you and Dot. The rest of the girls were scattered all over the beach, doing their own thing.

“What is it?” she asks as your eyes had that mischievous glint to them, “Oh no. I know that look!” 

“We’re already stranded on a deserted island, what if we pretended we were on an episode of Naked and Afraid?!” you say, excitedly.

She releases on of her famous hearty laughs, “You want all of us to strip down naked? You really think the girls would be up for it?” 

You nod your head, multiple times, “I bet at least 6/9 of the girls here have at least imagined one of us naked.” 

Dot raises her eyebrows at you, “Are you one of those 6?” 

“No comment...” you state.

After much convincing, you got the girls to have a pretend episode of Naked and Afraid. Everyone was stripping down of their clothes, looking at each other, trying to stifle a laugh. 

The air was awkward, yet comfortable at the same time. The only awkward part was standing there unsure of what to do next. 

“Y/N, you have a cute butt!” Fatin exclaims, giving you a high five.

Toni sidles up next to her to get a look, “Awe it looks like a little peach.” 

You throw your face in your hands, shaking your head as a chorus full of aw’s fill the air. 

Toni sat there with her arms crossed over her chest, not wanting to talk about anything to these phonies. 

“So we’ve been asking the girls their opinions on everyone else, we’re gonna go one by one on the list and you’ll say one word to describe them.” Fader says and Toni just nods.

“Leah Rilke?” 

“Over-thinker.” Toni replies.

“Rachel Reid?” 

“Driven.” 

“Dot Campbell?” 

“Resourceful.” 

“Shelby Goodkind?” 

There was a moment of silence, trying to find the right words to say, “Complex.” 

“Martha Blackburn?” 

“Sister.” 

“Y/N Y/L/N?” 

Toni laughs to herself softly, “Squirt.” 

You and Toni were out in the shallow waters of the ocean. Dot sent you and Toni on an experiment to see if watch she saw on TV actually works. Where you stand out in the water and catch a fish with your bare hands.

The two of you didn’t quite know the logistics on how it works, but you volunteered anyway. You were standing out, not too far away from the shore just reaching down trying to grab a fish to eat.

Each time you tried you came out short, “You look like an idiot right now.” Toni says, laughing at you flailing your arms in and out of the water.

“Shut up!” you say, splashing her with water. 

“You guys aren’t doing it right?!” Nora yells from the shore, “You need to stay still and patient so the fish will come to you.” 

“We literally picked the worst people for this job.” Shelby says and you and Toni flip her off from where you were standing, “You guys literally can not stay still for the life of you. And don’t even get me started on patience.”

“That’s rude!” you yell at her, “God can hear you! You’re supposed to be nice!” 

“I’m also supposed to be honest!” Shelby shoot back and you mock her actions, before she gives you the bird herself.

“Hey that’s not allowed!” Toni yells at her girlfriend. 

You start laughing with Toni, pushing her slightly. She pushes you back playfully, before it turns in to a full on battle to see who can get the other to fall first. But Toni being Toni decided to just tackle you. 

“Ahhhhhh!” you say letting out a little screen, “Something’s touching me!” 

“Pick it up! It could be a fish!” Toni exclaims.

You pick up the creature and yell a little louder when it bites you, tossing it in the process, “It bit me!!” 

“Y/N, it’s a baby turtle!” Toni exclaims, “You were scared of a baby turtle!” 

“Shut the fuck up.” you joke with her, but give her a serious look. 

Toni picks up the turtle examining the cute little guy. She looks at the turtles face and then back at you doing a double take. 

“It kinda looks like you.” she says, before letting it go back into the ocean.

“Fuck you.” you tease, tackling back into the ocean.

“We really picked the worst people.” Shelby says to Nora.

Both of them shaking their heads in disappointment.

“Thoughts on Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Oh intern for being the baddest bitch out there.” Fatin says with a smile on her face.

“Intern for who?” Fader asks.

“Me of course.” 

Nora and Rachel were currently fighting to the death. Neither you, Leah, or Martha knew what to do.

“Y/N come over here!” Fatin says, gesturing for you to go where she was standing, “Take this bottle of lube!” 

You catch the bottle of the lube she tossed you. And you raised your eyebrow up at her. 

“Just follow my lead.” she brings her toothbrush up to her mouth, “Nora has Rachel pinned on the ground.” she mocks an announcer you would hear on ESPN.

“But Rachel is not giving up too easily folks!” you go along with your guys’ bit, “I don’t know about you Fatin, but I have never seen a girl fight this interesting in my life!” 

“Agreed, usually it’s just a bunch of-HOLY SHIT that was a knee to the tit ladies and gentlemen!” she yells out. 

“Is Rachel out for the count?!” you add on watching the fight unfold in front of you. 

It’s probably not the best time to make jokes, but you all need to let loose once in awhile.

“Wait...she’s getting up!” Fatin yells.

“Oh my gosh she’s not...OUCH! That was knee to the twat!” you yell wincing at the pain that was just brought upon Nora.

“Y/N, how do you feel about this fight?” Fatin asks.

You shake your head, “I don’t know you have two amazing fighters going head to head for the very first time. We have Rachel, olympic diver, very strong and very determined. But then we have the underdog of the hour Nora who is small and scrawny, but she’s packing quite a punch. It could be anyone’s game.” 

“You’re absolutely right Y/N! But Rachel now as Nora pinned to the ground and she can’t seem to get up! This fight might be over everyone!!” 

“Hey there.” Shelby says, sitting down at the metal table. 

“Hello Shelby, can we get you anything?” the two men ask and she just sit back in her seat, shaking her head.

Fader nods, “Well let’s get started, shall we?” 

The three of them have a long conversation before Shelby ultimately decides to stop the interview all together. 

“Wait just one question!” Fader exclaims as Shelby stands up, “How do you feel about Y/N?” 

At the sound of your name Shelby freezes in her spot, “My favorite person on the island.” fear and worry start to fill her body at why the sudden question about you, “Is she okay??” 

You were trekking in the jungle looking for some source of food. All of you ate all the food when the rescue plane was coming, but it’s not coming anytime soon so here you were.

Shelby, Toni, and Martha said they were gonna go out looking, but none of them were to be found. So you decided to go on a little expedition to find them. You heard rustling coming from the tree up ahead, so you decided to follow the noise.

Only to see Toni and Shelby basically naked under a lychee tree, “Oh my god!!!” you yell, covering your eyes with your hand.

“AHHH!” the two girls scream, but you couldn’t see what they were doing.

You turned around facing towards the direction you came from, “Sorry sorry. I was just looking for you guys and food. I uh I didn’t mean to.” you say, shaking your head.

“Jesus Y/N you scared us!” Shelby yells and you can hear rustling. 

Hopefully, they were putting their clothes back on. 

“Damn it I was getting laid!” Toni says jokingly and you could hear a smack hit her arm.

“Leave our daughter alone!” Shelby jokes and you laugh softly.

“Can I turn back around now?” you ask meekly.

“Yes.” the two girls say and you release a sigh and turn around to face the two girls.

You look at their flush faces, “You guys couldn’t have gone a little farther away?” you ask, “Thanks to you I’m more traumatized than I already was.” you joke. 

“Oh c’mon you know you liked it.” Toni nudges your shoulder as the two of you walk back to the camp.

Your face flushes as you put your head in your hands, “Stop corrupting her!” Shelby yells at her. 

“Let me see her!” Shelby yells at the two men.

“We can’t let you do that. You girls aren't allowed to see each other yet. Not for awhile.” Agent Young says.

“Can you at least tell me if she’s okay?” she asks, looking at the two men with her eyebrows raised.

“She’s fine.” 

That didn’t relieve the feeling in Shelby’s chest that something could possibly be wrong. But she couldn’t do anything, even if we tried.

The girls didn’t know how long they were quarantined. It felt like months and it probably was a couple months. They finally let all of the girls hang out together in the small courtyard.

All of them hugging one another, super glad to see each other. Knowing that everyone’s okay. Well...everyone who made it.

“Y/N? Where’s Y/N?” Leah asks, looking at all the other girls.

“She was okay when we left. She should be here.” Dot adds on. 

Shelby face was flushed with worry, “They wouldn’t let me see her when I asked about her. I asked if she was okay, but they said she was fine.” 

Fader was standing there with a guilty look on his face. Toni’s blood was boiling at the look on his face. She runs up to him, pushing him against the wall, holding onto him by the collar. 

“Where the fuck is she?!” she yells.

Which causes Agent Young to burst into the room, “What’s going on here?” 

“Where is Y/N?!” Toni yells again, but at the other man.

Agent Young locks eyes with Fade and he subtly nods, “She’s in the infirmary. Her heart was in bad condition, so she needed open heart surgery. The surgeons are working on her right now.” 

“You told me she was fine when I was being interrogated.” Shelby says in between gritted teeth, “Did you lie?” 

The two men don’t answer. They just stare anywhere, but at the other girls. The silence spoke louder than any words did. Fatin scoffs at the men’s actions.

“That’s why you wanted to know huh?” Leah asks, her imagination running wild, “You wanted to know about her because you were wondering if she was worth saving. Isn’t that right?” 

Neither of the men decided to speak again.

“Let us see her.” Rachel says, staring at them intensely.

“We can’t do that. She’s in surgery right now.” Young says.

Toni pushes Fader up against the wall yet again, “You’re gonna let us see her when she’s out. No excuses. No bullshit. You’re gonna let us see our friend.” Toni threatens.

The girls sat in the waiting room of the infirmary. Leah paced back and forth chewing on her fingernail. Toni was trying to console a worried Shelby. While Dot, Rachel, and Fatin sat in the seats waiting impatiently.

Agent Young filled the girls in on your condition. You had a heart disease before you came onto the island. And your parents gave you a little trip to help because of the depressive state you were in. Little did they know you would be trapped on an island with none of the medication that was needed to help you survive.

All of the rigorous activity brought your heart to a weaker state than ever before. When the girls got saved, you were already experiencing symptoms of heart failure. And you were put under immediate watch when you reached the facility. You were getting better, but then your heart gave out and you needed to get an artery reconstructed.

“We already lost too much.” Fatin whispers in the tense silence of the waiting room. 

“Nora, Martha...” Rachel draws out.

“We can’t lose Y/N.” Toni adds. 

“The girl who loved the most has a heart condition. How ironic is that?” Dot asks.

“I’m scared guys.” Leah whispers.

“She’s strong, she’ll pull through.” Shelby says, trying to boost their hope, but she’s losing faith herself.

After God knows how long the doctor finally came out. All of the girls looking up at her. Tears brimming all of their eyes, scared for the answer they were about to get.

“She’s okay. We managed to repair it without too much trouble. You guys can see her now.” the doctor says and everyone lets out this huge breath.

A smile breaks out on Fatin’s face as tears spill from her face. The six girls walk into your hospital room where you were laying peacefully. Your eyes somewhat open, you had a soft smile on your face as you stared at the girls.

“Hey guys!” you exclaim, as excited as you can.

Dot lets out a small sniffle, “You scared us, asshole!” 

“Why didn’t you tell us about your condition?” Fatin asks, tears still streaming down her face.

You shrug, “We already were going through too much. I didn’t want to worry everyone more or get treated any differently. Rachel, if I told you about my heart would you have raced me?” 

She shakes her head, “No.” 

“Exactly.” 

Rachel, Dot, and Fatin take a seat on the foot of the rock-hard hospital bed. You scooted over so Leah could cuddle in next to you. While Shelby and Toni pulled up a chair right by your side.

Leah rests her head on your shoulder, “We thought we were gonna lose you Squirt.” Toni says, ruffling your hair. 

Shelby was still crying, looking at you full of worry. You look at the blonde beauty who was now bald, but she still looked beautiful.

“Come here.” you whisper to her. You scoot over closer to her Leah, making room for her.

She sits next to you, crying into your chest, “Hey. I’m okay Shelby.” you look at all of the other girls who still had worry on their face, “I’m okay guys. We’re all okay.”

But the girls don’t look convinced.

“Listen to my heart Shelby, it’s still beating. Just focus on that okay?” you tell her and she nods. Even Leah could hear your heart beating from here. 

“You’re really okay?” Shelby asks and you nod.

“I’m okay. I promise.” you say, giving each of the girls a look, They all nod with small smiles, “Now how the hell do we get out of here?” you whisper.

And each of you give each other a small smirk, “Time for the Great Escape.” 

[khaleesiofalicante]

"I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly"

Rafael is so done with Max's shit and I honestly can't blame him but it's just so fun😂

“I would if you just taught me how to do it!” Max grumbled.

“You want me to teach you how to knock?” bapak smirked.

And they wonder where Max's witty remarks came from....

“I am,” Mallory replied and looked down again without an ounce of fear. “I’m just not afraid of death.”

Max grinned widely. “That’s very cool.”

No bitch it is unhinged af and crazy behavior!! Get away while you still can!!!

She knew about Albert. And what the asshole had done to David.

Max had told her about it when they had become friends.

Fuck... You know? I was under the impression that lbaf was going to be more of the Lightwood-Banes trying to stop the Devlins, but I never thought they would BEFRIEND them😭 this is going to make fighting them WAAY harder bc now they know more about them!!!

“My turn,” he chuckled. “What’s the worst way to die?”

“Getting squished to death,” Mallory said without missing a beat.

Me, taking notes: huh... Interesting indeed🙂

His name means beloved, bro. What other evidence do you want?!?!

What is David doing?? Where did he go??? And why did he lie to Max about it??! I need answers like, yesterday 😭😭

Gigi and Camilla>>>>>

“I said it’s kinda forbidden,” And we love you for that honey 💙💙

I don't trust Marcus AT ALL.

The hand moved lower, and Selena giggled. “Stop. It tickles.”

Suddenly the touch was gone.

She turned around in bed and frowned. “Why did you stop?”

“Because you asked me to,” Gabriel smiled, rolling a strand of her hair with their finger. “You look breathtaking in the morning, Selena.”

HOLY FUCK I AM LOVE GABRIEL SO MUCH😭 BECAUSE YOU ASKED ME TO!?!?🥺���

“You getting turned on by my reflexes, Sirenita?” idk about her but I definitely am....

I am a Gabrielina Stan first, and a human being second 😎

I am so worried about Selena😭 you are not ungrateful for it, love!!!

I can't figure which things here are foreshadowing and which ones are literally plot and angst😂

Why would anyone want to attack Chouchou at all?” Selena wondered out loud. “Beats me,” Honestly? Same...

Love me some David giving advice💙 but also HELL YEAH LEXI, YOU ARE THE FUCKING BOAT GIRL!!

“Yes, they do,” Max snickered. “Babe, what’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Your abs,” David replied.

I almost screamed 😂😂

“Maybe that’s my favorite thing about you. There is so much of you to like, Selena. I like that very much.” ok, please stop or I'm going to fall more in love with you!!!

“The Inquisitor wants the New York institute investigated.” ...fuck😭

FUCK OFF MAL!! HE IS NOT IM LOVE WITH YOU!!! GOD, I NEED A DRINK EVERY TIME I READ MALLORY'S POV

He cared about her so much. He wanted to protect her. He loved her. NO BITCH IT'S JUST HOW HE IS😭

Laughter broke through her lips.

She laughed as she fell.

She didn’t close her eyes.

She wasn’t afraid.

She didn’t look down.

She looked up.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

She smiled.

....she need to be stoped like, yesterday🔪🔪

Me: ok, maybe,just maaaaaaybe, I could understand a little point of Mallory, bc she has never been loved like that and I guess it would be easy to get lost on Max's love...

Also me: *remembers she is trying to hurt David* anyway, scratch that :) this is test number 105 of me trying to get into lbaf to kill her🙂🔪

I got two versions of this and i was like 👀 tumblr get your shit together 2kforever.

that quote is very max. i said what i said.

also i'm deducting 10 points for sympathizing with mallory. KIDDING. unless...

[cellophanejpeg]

where it's so sweet and heavenly

(gif made by me)

pairing: Marcus Pike x F!reader

summary: An unexpected surprise leaves you anxious about your relationship with Marcus.

warnings: a bit of angst

word count: 3.6k

masterlist || series masterlist

“Are you okay?” Your coworker, Anne, asks as you lean over the sink and take a deep breath.

You’ve been feeling weird all morning. Well, scratch that, you’ve been feeling weird all week. You’ve been more tired than usual, and your emotions have been everywhere. Just last night, you cried over a dog food commercial, claiming the puppies were too cute. Marcus hugged to comfort you and laughed at your reaction later. Now your stomach is acting up and you feel sick every abrupt moment you make. The smell of the hospital is making you gag every time you take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You sigh, feeling a little better after taking a short break. “I’m feeling kinda weird lately.”

“Something you ate?” She approaches you, looking at the dark circles under your eyes through the mirror.

“Probably.” You grimace, thinking about the ham and eggs you tried to prepare for yourself this morning. No matter how hard you tried, you could never cook it as well as Marcus. He always makes you breakfast when you stay over his place or vice versa. Sometimes he makes you dinner too. Most times. He knows you’re not really good at cooking. Being neighbors with your boyfriend has its perks.

Regardless, you continue to work, longing for your lunch break, where you’re supposed to spend it with Marcus. You’re more excited to see him than to eat since you continue to feel sick all morning. Later, in the locker room, as you change from your scrubs to your usual clothes to go out for lunch, Anne shows up again and asks you a strange question.

“Hey, when did you have your last period?”

“What?” You laugh, throwing a shirt over your head.

“You said you’ve been feeling weird lately... Don’t you think maybe you could be, you know... pregnant?” She argues, sitting on the bench near you.

You’re not pregnant. You’re a nurse, you would’ve noticed the symptoms if you were pregnant.

“That’s possible,” You huff a laugh, shaking your head. “Marcus and I– We use protection every time and I’m on the pill.”

Anne shrugs. “You know no contraceptive method is one hundred percent safe.”

“Yeah, but what are the chances of the condom breaking the same time the pill fails?”

You stare at her and the silence grows between the both of you. In the back of your mind, you know it’s possible. Of course you do, but you don’t want to think about it. Not right now.

When Marcus arrives to pick you up, you greet him with a kiss on the lips and a smile. Things have been going great between you two. Nine months officially together and you couldn’t be happier. He’s kind and appreciative of you, and you don’t know how you got so lucky to have met him. He’s always understanding and respectable of you. The perfect boyfriend.

Marcus drives to your favorite Italian restaurant, offering to pay for the meal. Of course he would take you to have your favorite meal on a common day. But today you don't feel so good. It starts with the car ride to the restaurant. Marcus always drives safely, but you feel sick with every turn the car takes. When you get to the restaurant, you can’t even eat half of your food. You keep staring at it and feel like throwing up.

“Everything okay, baby?” Marcus asks and you look up at his concerned eyes.

“Yeah,” You smile at him. “I guess I’m not as hungry as I thought I was.”

“You sure?” He takes your hand over the table and you melt under his touch.

“Yeah…” You smile at him. “Maybe we could have it to go?”

“Only if you promise you’ll eat something this afternoon.”

Your smile grows and you look away, cheeks burning under his gaze. He’ll always make you intimated with his immense worry and care for you. That’s why you love him so much.

“I promise.” You nod at him.

When Marcus is done eating, you both make small talk before leaving. As you stand from your seat, a wave of nausea hits you and you take a deep breath, trying to make it go away. He doesn’t seem to notice you stood behind and continues to walk away. You slowly try to take a step to follow him but feel what you just ate in your throat. You don’t know if you call for him, or just run to the restroom. Fortunately, he notices you’re not by his side and frowns confused, walking back to you.

“Sweetheart? Are you–” He starts but is interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.

“Pike?”

You both turn to the source of the interruption and you see a couple staring at both of you. She’s tall, dark haired and blue eyed, while he’s even taller, blonde, and also blue eyed. They look like a couple out of a movie. Marcus huffs out a laugh and shakes his head as he looks at the couple.

“What are you two doing here?” He asks, with a smile on his face.

“Business trip,” The man answered, smiling at you two. You look at them confused, but offer a polite smile at them.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Marcus rests his hand on the small of your back and introduces you to them. “These are Patrick and Teresa. Some old colleagues from Texas.”

“Oh.” You smile, shaking Patrick’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” Teresa leans in to shake your hand and her sweet perfume invades your nostrils. It’s strong but syrupy and it hits you with another wave of nausea. It takes everything in you not to gag in front of them and keep a neutral face, but you might have done a face because Teresa wrinkles her brows at you.

“Are you okay?” She asks, still holding your hand.

“Yeah.” You nod, letting go of her and turning to Marcus. “I need to go to the restroom–”

Marcus looks at you concerned and opens his mouth to speak, but you’re already turning your back to him and rushing to the restrooms. When you reach them, you barely have time to kneel on the floor before letting the contents of your stomach out in the toilet. Tears water your eyes and you clutch the porcelain bowl on the side with a strong grip, as if to comfort you. After it’s over, you sit on the floor and lean on the wall of the cabin, taking deep breaths.

You can’t be pregnant. You’ve been with Marcus for not even a year. But the symptoms are there. You think back when Anne asked you the last time you’ve had your period and realized you missed last month. Closing your eyes, you try to hold back tears. No use to cry when you’re not one hundred percent sure of it. So you take a couple of breaths and try to clear your mind.

Forcing yourself to stand up, you wash your mouth and face with cold water and pop a mint in your mouth. When you leave the bathroom, you take two steps before getting jumped at by Patrick.

“Jesus!” You put your palm on your chest, letting out a breath.

“Sorry.” He smiles at you and watches your face. “Are you feeling better?”

There’s something about his expression, his eyes are roaming all over your face and you feel a weird sensation in your stomach. Not nauseating, like before, but something in your gut telling you to stay away from him.

“Uh, yeah,” You answer before starting to walk back to Marcus.

“Good. So, when are you going to tell him?” He starts walking beside you.

“Tell who what?”

“Marcus. That you’re pregnant.”

You stop walking and turn your head to him so fast it almost gives you whiplash. Frowning deeply, you look at him confused.

“I’m not pregnant.” Your voice is just a whisper, afraid Marcus will listen to your words even though he’s feet away from you.

“You were throwing up, weren’t you?” He points his thumb in the direction of the restrooms.

“The food…” You trail off, frowning deeply.

“No, it wasn’t the food, was it? You’ve been feeling nauseous since you set foot in this restaurant.”

Okay, so now this guy is starting to scare you. “You’ve been watching us–”

“Yes.” He interrupts you and keeps talking like it’s nothing. “How long have you two been together? A year? Two?”

“Nine months…” You answer almost automatically still trying to figure out how this man knew you’ve been sick before.

“Ah, so that’s why you haven’t told him.”

“I’m not–”

“Listen, don’t worry about Marcus, okay?” He interrupts you again, touching your shoulder. "I'm sure he'll be supportive. I mean, I wanted to marry Teresa months after they met, he was willing to give her–"

"What?" It's you who interrupts him this time. "Teresa…?"

"Oh," The smile fades away from his face. "You didn't know."

You watch as he tries to walk away. Marcus had told you of an ex-fiance that left him for another man, but he never told you her name. He never told you what exactly happened.

"Wait," You call him, holding his forearm. Glancing at Marcus and Teresa, you see them talking normally and smiling at each other. You feel a sting of jealousy in your heart, nothing but a small poke of a needle in your feelings. It bleeds a little but you quickly swallow the light pain down and look at Patrick again. "Teresa and Marcus–"

"Listen," Patrick sighs and looks at you. "That was years ago. I'm sure Marcus doesn't hold any grudges by the way he's smiling at her. And don't worry about the baby, he seems like the family type of man."

With that, he walks away leaving you behind with your thoughts. When you return to your boyfriend you give the excuse your lunch break is ending and that you have to go. Marcus immediately complies, saying his goodbyes to the couple and driving you back to work. The car ride is much more silent than before and you can't stop thinking about what Patrick had told you.

Marcus stops the car on the other side of the street in front of the hospital and sighs deeply.

"Alright, what did he say to you?" He asks, turning his body to face you.

"Who?" You unfasten your seatbelt and look at him.

"Patrick."

Your gaze drops and you think About lying to him. But you decide to tell him the truth, regardless, there are no lies between the both of you 

"He said…" You hesitate. "He told me about Teresa."

Marcus' eyes widen a little, but he lets out a little sigh indicating he knew it was coming sooner or later. When he doesn't speak, you continue.

"He told me you wanted to marry her after… Months of relationship. Is it true? She was the one who left you?"

"Yeah, that was–" He laughs, looking away for a moment and then looking back at you. "Yes."

Nodding, you wait for him to speak again; he looks into your smile and offers you an honest smile.

"I used to jump into relationships. Get too excited, wanting to skip to the best part." He explains. "With you, I– I wanted something different. Wanted to take it slow. Something I've never done before and honestly? It's the best thing I've ever done. I don't feel like I have to rush things with you."

Despite the sweet words and good intentions, your heart drops at them. If Marcus wanted to take things slow with you, how would he react to you being pregnant?

That is if you're pregnant.

You smile at him anyway and press your lips to his but pull away quickly. Hoping he can't see the tears in your eyes, you open the door to leave.

"I have to go," You say, trying to conceal your emotions. "We'll talk more about this later, at my place?"

"Sure." He smiles at you. "Pizza or Chinese? Or do you want me to cook again?"

"Pizza is fine." You close the car door and duck to look at him through the window. "I'll be home by 8."

"I love you, okay?" Marcus searches your eyes. Your gut tells you he knows something is off, but he doesn’t push you to talk or anything. Instead, he just smiles sweetly at you.

A beat of silence passes before you answer him, voice quivering.

"I love you too."

…

Tears water your eyes as you look at the plastic stick sitting on the bathroom sink. After having lunch with Marcus, you marched to Anne and asked her to draw your blood to run a pregnancy test. The results would be sent to your email by the evening and you were nervous and jittery all day. It’s a miracle you weren’t sick anymore, but your emotions were definitely everywhere. The symptoms were so obvious, that you’re almost embarrassed to admit they totally flew by your head. On your way home, anxiety was eating you on the inside, so you stopped at a drugstore and bought the cheapest pregnancy test to bring home. And there it is.

Two lines.

You try not to cry, not to lose your mind over it, deciding to trust the blood test rather than the pharmacy one. Besides, Marcus could be knocking on your door at any moment and you wanted to be sure before telling him.

Holy shit, you’re gonna have to tell him. You can’t even imagine how disappointed he’s going to get. He wanted to take things slow with you and now you’ve ruined it.

Almost as if on cue, the doorbell to your apartment rings, echoing the place and scaring you. You quickly throw the test in the trash bin and rush to the door. Marcus is standing by your door with a pizza box in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. Despite your feelings at the moment, you let yourself smile, feeling a warmth in your chest.

“What’s the occasion?” You ask as he comes in, handing you the flowers.

Daisies and Baby’s Breath. Your favorites.

“Just thought I’d bring my girlfriend some flowers.” He shrugs with a nonchalant tone in his voice as he places the pizza on your coffee table.

You smile at him and press your lips against him, in a sweet kiss. “I love them. Thanks.”

Marcus radiates serenity. Somehow, as you sit on the couch to eat with him and watch old movies, gives you peace. And you realize you want that peace for the rest of your life. If he’s willing to accept the fact that you got pregnant after nine months of a relationship, you could be together. Live together. Maybe even get married, who knows? The thought brings a tiny smile on your lips. This man got you wrapped around his little finger and he doesn’t even know it.

“I can practically hear your thoughts, sweetheart.” Marcus lays a hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb on the soft fabric of your sweats.

Looking up, you see warm brown eyes, wrinkles in the corners, honesty in them. But what if he doesn’t want it? What if Teresa left him traumatized? What if he decides he doesn't want to have a family with you right now? What if he wants you to get an abortion?

“I don't feel like I have to rush things with you.”

His words echo in your mind as you feel your smile fading away and anxiety slowly creeps into you again.

“Honey?” He calls you, shifting to move closer to you.

“I need to tell you something.” You barely recognize your voice as you talk.

Marcus gets anxious and you can see it in the way he straightens his back and mutes the television, looking you straight in the eyes. This is it. The calm before the storm. You take a deep breath and open your mouth to speak, but your phone dings on the coffee table and your heart speeds up even more.

“Sorry, I just have to–” You pick up the phone and unlock it, quickly tapping on the email notification.

It’s the results of your blood test. You breathe out as you skim your eyes through them, tears welling up your eyes. Marcus calls your name and you let out a sob, covering your mouth with your hand. He doesn’t hesitate and pulls you to an embrace, even though he doesn’t know what’s causing you to panic.

“Baby, you’re scaring me.” He confesses, the low tone of his voice vibrating on your skin as you let him hold you close to his chest.

“I’m s-sorry, I just–” You sob, pulling away and looking at him with teary eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

Marcus’s eyes widen a bit and he can’t hide the surprise on his face as you start rambling.

“You said you wanted to– to take things slow after– after Teresa, and I– I– I’m sorry, I was on the pill and I didn’t think– I’m sorry, Marcus, I ruined everything– It’s not– It’s not even a year since we’re together and– fuck, I’m so-sorry–”

“Hey.” He’s calm as he cups your cheeks with his big warm hands. “Breathe.”

You let out a couple of shaky breaths until you calm down. He has a cool exterior, his face is completely neutral and you wonder if he’s calm inside too. Surely the news caught him off guard by the way he reacted to it, but you thought he’d be freaking out.

“Before I say anything, I want you to know that this is not your fault, alright?” He makes sure you’re looking at him by tilting your face up. “It takes two to tango, after all.”

You let out a breathy laugh at the saying and Marcus smiles with you. “Yeah?” He asks, his smiles growing when he sees yours. You nod, grabbing his wrists to keep his hand on your wet cheeks. He wipes the remaining tears there and you sniff, feeling much calmer now.

“So, what do you want to do?” He asks, stroking your hair lightly.

“What?” You wrinkle your brows.

“Do you want to keep it?”

The question catches you off guard and you take longer than you expected to answer.

“I–” You hesitate. “I don’t know…”

“Whatever you decide, I’m with you.”

Your heart skips at that and you feel your eyes water again. Marcus looks at you expectantly as you think about your answer. You haven’t thought this through, to be honest. You were so nervous about telling him that you didn’t stop to think whether you wanted this or not. But looking at him right now, it makes your heart flutter. Like just moments ago when you felt peace with him.

Now you realize he is your peace. He’s your safe place. And there is nothing you want more than… him.

“You...” You hesitate. “You said– You wanted to take things slow…”

He sighs, taking your hands in his. “I know, baby.” He reaches to your cheeks, wiping a stray tear there. “But if you want to keep it, just know I’m all in. I’m not going anywhere.”

A silent pause hangs in the air as you go over your options. Keeping it would definitely change things between the both of you. Permanently. But maybe for the best? Maybe it doesn’t have to be a bad thing, having a baby with him. He takes care of you so well, why wouldn’t he take care of a child that’s his?

“I think I wanna keep it.” You whisper, still uncertain of his reaction.

But Marcus smiles. He flashes a grin so wide it makes your heart burst with happiness.

“Yeah?” He says, grinning like he had just won the lottery.

“Yeah.” You nod as he cups your cheeks again and presses his lips on yours. Marcus then pulls you to his chest, kissing your hair and sighing. You swear it’s a sigh of relief, but you can’t tell with your emotions going crazy at the moment. “How are you so calm?”

He chuckles, the laugh vibrating through your body. “I’m not.” He pulls away to look at you, still smiling. “I’m freaking out. But in a good way. I’m excited!”

A smile spreads on your face as you bring your lips to his once more.

“We’re gonna have a baby, Marcus,” You whisper on his mouth.

Marcus nods and pulls you to a tight hug, a hug that takes your breath away.

“We’re gonna have a baby!” He repeats with more enthusiasm as he pulls away to kiss you once more. “You’re gonna be a mom and I’m gonna be a dad!”

You let out a laugh, smiling widely. “That’s usually how it goes, babe.”

He kisses you again and again and again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Marcus.”

He looks at you with widened eyes for a second, the look of excitement never leaving your face.

“Oh, my gosh, are we gonna have a boy?”

“That’s not–”

“Can we have a Junior?!” He interrupts before you can finish.

“Absolutely fucking not.” You laugh at him. “I will not let you name our child–”

“What if it’s a girl?”

“Marcus!” You laugh at his demeanor. “Calm down!”

Marcus smiles at you gives you yet another kiss on the lips. “I’m sorry, I can’t. We’re gonna have a baby!”

You can’t believe you’re doing this, but you’re happy it’s with him. You’re happy he’s excited and looking forward to it. And that makes you happy and excited too. Even though it’s a little soon.

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My Angel

This story is based on a request from @briannab1234​ , thanks for letting me take your request into a different direction! I hope you enjoy it! (gifs not mine)

Excerpt: “You felt nothing hearing those words. Absolutely nothing. But you felt everything when Angel said them, when he whispered them to you at one in the morning after making love to you all night; when he’d yell them at you from across the junkyard on your way out; when he’d mumble them against your lips when he couldn’t draw his mouth away from yours but he needed to get them out.”

Warnings: Cheating, angst, mentions of violence

It was a regular Tuesday evening for you, you were currently grocery shopping for dinner tonight. You tried your hand at cooking different meals every other day and you knew Rio was loving being your guinea pig. You also kind of liked the domesticity of it all, him coming home to your shared apartment to you cooking dinner. It was nice and it made you think about the future when you’d possibly have a family with him. You loved Marcus like your own but you couldn’t wait to add to the family. You loved Rio and the two years you had been together were the best years of your life. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and you couldn’t wait. You both had talked about marriage, about kids, and you two were on the same page. Only making it that much more exciting. 

You smiled to yourself as you gathered the vegetables you needed. Rio had that effect on you. You pushed your cart as you looked at the produce and suddenly you were crashing into another cart. You pulled back right away. Later on you’d realize that the crash would stand as a sort of symbol, how your world came crashing down. 

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You apologized as you looked at the red headed woman in front of you. She smiled. 

“My fault.” She said. Beth felt slightly bad for what she was about to do but her jealousy got the best of her. What did you have that she didn’t? She was giving Rio everything yet he still went home to you. Still wanted you. 

“You’re dating Rio, right?” You were confused at her words. You had never seen this woman in your life, how did she know about Rio? Who was she? You prayed that she wasn’t with the feds. 

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“I mean, aren’t you? I’m just asking because I thought he dumped you.” Anger stirred within you. Who the hell did she think she was?

“No, me and Rio are still together. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you try to maneuver around her cart but she shoved her cart into yours again. Your mouth dropped open. Before you could say anything she started talking. 

“Really? Honey, he’s been keeping my bed warm for a while now. Kinda thought he’d break it to you.” You scoffed. Why would Rio ever touch her? Sure she had big boobs but she looked almost ten years older than him and judging by the food in her cart, she was most definitely a mom. 

“I think you have me confused.” She definitely had the wrong Rio, you felt bad for the poor girl who was her actual target. Cheating was disgusting. 

“No, I don’t. You know, Rio with the eagle tattoo on his neck? Rio with a son named Marcus?” She was taunting you. It was your Rio. Well she was describing him. She couldn’t be serious about Rio actually sleeping with her. There was no way. But then why did your gut sink just a little bit?

“You’re lying.” You hated that you sounded skeptical. Rio would never cheat on you. 

“I wish I was. Well, actually I don’t. No one’s ever taken me the way he does.” She bit her lip as she looked deep in thought. You grounded your teeth together. 

“Yeah, I don’t know what game you’re playing at but I want no part in it.” You moved around her but she didn’t stop you this time. 

“It’s no game. Ask him where he was two nights ago. Probably made some excuse about taking care of business when he got home late. He was actually taking care of me.” Your heart rate spiked when you thought back to two days ago on Sunday when he came home late. You didn’t think anything of it though, he was always coming and going all kinds of hours because of business. 

“If you still don’t believe me, then how do I know about the scar on his right thigh? Or the tattoo on his stomach?” Your breath hitched at that. There was no way she could know about those unless he was naked in front of her. It was dead of winter, it’s not like Rio was at the damn swimming pool, showing off everything. 

“Ask him. Ask him about Beth, and then send him my way for more fun.” Is all she said before she took off. You stood there frozen, not wanting to believe what you just heard. She had to be messing with you, right? There had to be another way that she knew those things. You took your hands off the cart as you realized they were shaking. You squeezed them into fists and then walked away and out of the store, leaving your cart behind. 

The whole drive home your brain was running through every detail of what she said and every conversation you’ve had with Rio recently. You didn’t know what to even look for. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. But she seemed so smug, so confident. Why else would she demand you ask him so many times if he really wasn’t seeing her? You felt your heart crack at the thought, at the possibility that maybe she wasn’t lying. And you had to know now. 

You pulled into your apartment complex and walked into the building and straight to your door. Your heart was pounding. It can’t be true. There was no way. You and Rio were good, you and Rio were in love. You took a deep breath before entering. He was sitting down on the couch, phone in his hand. He looked up when you walked in and smiled at you. And then he stood up, confusion taking over his features as he walked over to you. 

“Mama? I thought you went to get groceries? What’s wrong?” You knew he could see right through you. He knew something was wrong because he knew you so well. 

“I…” You didn’t even know what to say. He waited for you to speak though. 

You swallowed hard, “who’s Beth?” Coming right out with it. You felt your resolve breaking piece by piece as worry took over his expression briefly before he furrowed his brows. 

“Who?” You could tell he was lying. Oh, god. Oh, god, she wasn’t lying. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Rio. Who the hell is Beth?” You crossed your arms. You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from crying. 

He sighed, “she’s just some woman I’ve been doing business with.” 

“Then why deny knowing her.” You were going to see him play this one out. 

“I don’t know.” The fact that he couldn’t even come up with an excuse hit you in your gut. 

“No, you denied it because you’ve been screwing her.” Venom laced in your voice. He shook his head, mouth gaping. 

“What? No, that’s… I…” Tears sprung to your eyes. You were sure they were going to fall any minute. 

“Speak up. Be a fucking man and own up to it.” Your bottom lip shook as you waited. You needed to hear it. You needed to hear it because as much as this conversation was a dead giveaway, you still held on to an inkling of hope. 

“Mama, please…” A tear escaped and he cursed. He tried to pull you into him but you shoved him away. His eyes widened.

“Do not fucking touch me. Did you fucking sleep with her? Yes or no?” 

“...yes, but it didn’t mean anything. She means nothing to me. I love you.” It felt like he had been holding your heart in his hand this whole time, and hearing him say those words, it felt like he was squeezing your heart between his fingers, squeezing so tight you were sure it was going to give out. You covered your mouth as you tried to control your breathing. Everything felt like it was falling apart. That future you so desperately wanted with Rio? You couldn’t see it anymore, couldn’t see past this. 

“How long?”

“Mama, don’t–”

“How fucking long, Rio?” The way he looked at you, told you enough but he looked down at the ground. 

“Two months.” Tears were rolling down your cheeks, you swiped at them but they still kept coming. The anger that rolled through you, the embarrassment, the deep deep grief, it was all just one big tidal wave, catching you in its current, dragging you under. You couldn't breathe. 

“Where?” His eyes were now sparkling with tears. Fuck him. He did this, he didn’t get to be upset. 

“At her house, at–” 

“Here?” If he brought her into your home… If he brought her into your bed… 

“No, fuck no. Of course not.” You scoffed. He has no problem fucking other women but bringing them to your apartment is where he drew the line. You felt sick.

“How many times?” You were only hurting yourself. But you needed to know. 

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry–”

“How many fucking times, Rio?” Two months, how many times out of those two months was he fucking her? How many times did he fuck her while he also came home and fucked you? Yeah, you were going to be sick. 

“I don’t know, a few times a week.” For two fucking months. These past two months when you were still on cloud nine with him. When you were still fucking almost everyday because you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. When you told him you loved him numerous times a day. When you gave him all of you. He was fucking another woman. 

“You’re a piece of shit. God, you’re the fucking worst. How could you? Did I not love you? Did I not fuck you enough? Did I not make you happy?” Tears were sliding down his face now. He shook his head and tried to step closer to you but you stepped back. 

“No, no! You do! God, baby, you do. I love you so fucking much it hurts sometimes and–”

“Don’t you dare say you love me.” Your tone was ice cold and Rio looked like he had been struck. 

“I do! I swear to God I do. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t, mamas. I regret it. I shouldn’t have done it. I love you! Please, you have to know that. It was a mistake.”

“A mistake is when you do something wrong once and then correct it the next time. You’ve been fucking her for two months, Rio.” He shook his head, running his hand down his face. 

“Did you use protection?” You asked as soon as the thought hit you. Not only was he breaking your heart but he was putting you at risk. 

“Yes! I mean there was one time we didn’t but after that…” You were done. His words solidified everything. The fact that they didn’t use protection one time and then made a plan to use it the next time. Like they liked it so much but wanted to make sure they were being safe about it. It showed you that he wanted to do it, there was no regret or mistake about it. You cursed yourself for imagining him coming inside her and then agreeing to use protection next time. It was all planned, he knew what he was doing and he didn’t care. 

“I hope you rot in hell.” Is all you said before turning on your heel and walking toward your bedroom. You felt him hot on your tail.

“Please! I swear it didn’t mean anything!” You weren’t listening to him anymore. It was the same shit he had been saying already and it didn’t mean anything to you. You grabbed your gym bag and started stuffing what you could fit into it. This was the worst part, the fact that you were living with him. You had nowhere else to go besides friends.

“Wait. No, no, no. Please stop. Don’t do this.” He shook his head as he watched you. You still ignored him. You tried to think of who you were going to stay with. You grabbed stuff you’d need from the bathroom cabinet and grabbed all your electronics and chargers. You’d come back for the rest later, you just needed to leave now. He kept rambling on and on but you tuned it out. Then he took your arm in his hand and you turned back. You ripped it out of his grasp. 

“I told you not to fucking touch me! Get the fuck away from me, Rio, or I swear to god…” You shook your head. Tears were still silently falling down your cheeks but Rio was almost full on sobbing. 

“You do not get to fucking cry. You made your bed, now fucking lay in it.” You said as you finally zipped up your bag and carried it out the room. He followed you again. 

“Don’t do this, mama. I can fix this. Please! I swear it won’t happen again.” He begged. 

“Goodbye, Rio. I’ll be over to get the rest of my stuff this week.” Your voice soft, defeated. He kept pleading with you as you walked out the door, but you never turned back.

Four months later

Rio was a wreck. Every damn day dragged on and he didn’t even know what day it was anymore. Four fucking months since you left him and he was still in a rut. He handled his business but everyone could tell he was off. He was even more snappy and a lot tougher on people than he used to be. Everyday it was different, he’d be so damn heart broken and other days he’d see red with all his anger. Angry at himself for what he did to you, even angry at you for not giving him another chance. But he knew he deserved it. He deserved all this pity and self loathing. He broke your heart, the person he loved most in the world. He just wanted you back. You blocked him from everything and even changed your number. But he still saw you around sometimes. You looked better. 

The first month after you left, he had caught a glimpse of you at a coffee shop and you looked terrible. It looked like you hadn’t eaten, your face sunken in and void of any glow. You looked tired, and just...broken. He went home and cried that day because he did that, he made you that way. After two months, he saw you again walking downtown, you looked much better but you still had that hard exterior around you. Three months, and you were laughing with some friends at a bar. And then today, he saw you smiling. But you were with some man. Rio was downtown when he spotted you having lunch outside a restaurant. The man you were sitting across said something to have you letting out a deep laugh. Rio felt his heart twist. He hadn't heard that laugh in so long and then to see it was because of some other man? He felt his heart crack open. And then he wanted to scream and cry again because if this is how he felt by just watching you have a conversation with another man? Then he couldn’t imagine how you felt when you found out he was cheating on you. 

He took in the man that you were so obviously enjoying time with. He was a biker, his vest told him that much, and he had ink all over his skin. He was smiling at you and Rio knew that smile well, he looked at you like that. Like you were the most beautiful thing on the fucking planet. He couldn’t do it, he walked away and went home. You were moving on and it destroyed him inside. 

Four months later (Eight months since the breakup)

“Angel! Put me down!” You laughed as he hoisted you over his shoulder and spun you around. Even placing a sharp slap to your ass that had you laughing through your pleads. 

“PDA much?” Ez groaned from where he was standing. Angel put you down and you made a show of bringing him in for a kiss, your tongue meeting his right away. 

“For fucks sake!” Coco yelled. You laughed into the kiss and pulled away. 

“Let us be, fuckers. Y'all are just jealous.” Angel told them, pulling you into his side and placing a kiss to the side of your head. 

You had met Angel two months after breaking up with Rio. One of your friends was dating Coco at the time and had invited you to the clubhouse for a party. You were hesitant at first. You didn’t know these guys and at first glance, they seemed terrifying. But when you arrived, Coco was a great host and introduced you to everyone. A month later you’d find out that he was definitely trying to hook you up with Angel. But that night you met Angel and you hit it off immediately. You were skeptical at first, about starting a relationship again. Rio fucked you up so bad and although you were now over him, your insecurities and trust issues were still so fragile from when he threw them to the ground and stomped on them. But Angel was so damn sweet and so attentive. He was genuine and he really cared for you, it was hard not to fall back into that kind of love. And so you did. Six months with him and you were in love again. Maybe some would think it was too soon to be in love but you were a goner. And it scared you. And when it scared you, he didn’t accuse you of not trusting him or didn’t remind you that he wasn’t Rio. No, he’d just hold you and would tell you how much he loved you and how he would never do anything to hurt you. How you always put him first when no one else did and he would never let that go. And it worked, and you felt whole again. 

“You staying the night tonight? I was thinking of making dinner?” You ask the man who came into your life at just the right time. He tucked you into his side, your head leaning against his chest.

“Yeah, but how about I make you dinner?” You pulled away, incredulously. 

“I love you, but you’re a shit cook.” 

“Maybe I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” You bit your lip, sliding your hand down his arm. 

“Yeah? Can’t wait to see what you got.” It was hard not to flirt with Angel every chance you got. One look from him and you’d do anything he said. You knew not only was it the attraction but it was the safety you felt when you were with him. You always knew you were in good hands so you’d gladly be at his mercy any day. 

“Oh, mami, there’s still a whole lot of Angel you haven’t seen yet.” He took your ass in his hands and brought you in for a kiss. You sighed into it, losing yourself in all that was Angel. His name was definitely fitting, he was your angel, sent at the perfect time to not just heal your broken heart but mold it into something better, something reserved just for him. 

You didn’t really register what was going on. You were thrown off but you were surprised to know you didn’t feel that sadness again. That deep ache of despair that would creep in every time you thought about him. But you weren’t thinking about him. No, you were staring right at him. Yet you felt indifferent. Actually, no. You felt anger take form, bubbling just under the surface of your skin. You didn’t miss him, or want to cry from seeing him again. No, you didn’t think about all the good times you had with him. You thought about what he did to you. How he so readily threw away everything you had both built together. There wasn’t love there anymore, just despair and anger but those were quickly fading too. 

You were downtown, grabbing a cup of coffee before you were on your way to the bookstore a few blocks down. It was a nice Sunday afternoon and you figured you’d spend it with a good book. Angel was busy with club business today and you were off. It was such a nice damn day. Until you heard your name being called before you could enter the bookstore. You knew that voice, you hadn’t heard it in months. You turned around slowly, knowing you were going to find Rio there. He looked slightly better. You had seen him once or twice within the last couple months and his current state seemed a little better than those times you had seen him. 

“Rio.” Your way of greeting him. Why was he trying to talk to you now? You hadn’t talked since the day you went back to collect your stuff. Why now?

“You, uh, you look good.” He nodded his head, looking you up and down. You shifted on your feet. 

“Thanks.” What more could you say? You had said everything to him that night, you had moved on now. 

“Um, can we maybe go somewhere and talk?” 

“No.” You couldn’t believe he even suggested it. There was nothing to talk about, absolutely nothing. 

“Please, mama, I–”

“Do not call me that. I don’t want to talk, Rio. I’ve moved on and I suggest you do the same.” You turned away and walked into the bookstore. You wished the short interaction didn’t bother you as much as it did. You were angry that he would try to talk to you after all this time, and for what? He had to have known you were with someone else now, if the town didn’t talk well then his lackeys certainly did. You were happy now, happier. You didn’t need him coming back into your life and taking that from you again. But he just couldn’t help himself when he tried to do just that a week later. 

You laughed at Coco and Gilly shoving each other as you walked down the hall. Both boys trailing behind you, Angel, and Ez. 

“You two are children.” You shook your head and placed the key in the lock at your door. 

Before Angel could add his own remark you were talking.

“Don’t even say anything. You and Ez are just as bad.” Both the Reyes men rolled their eyes, but you knew they knew it was true. 

You laughed at them and then walked into your apartment, flipping on the switch. Your heart dropped as you saw the figure standing in your living room, you let out a gasp. Before you knew what was happening, all four Mayans had their guns drawn. Pointing straight at Rio.

He didn’t dare touch his gun, too late to draw it now.

“Who the fuck are you?” Angel was seething. There was a man inside your apartment, waiting for you. He thanked God that you invited the boys over for dinner tonight.

“Rio, what the fuck are you doing here?” You were just as angry as Angel probably was. When Angel heard the name, he was raging beyond belief now. The same Rio who broke your heart was waiting for you, somehow able to enter your home. 

“I came to see you. Didn’t know you’d have company.” He said, eyeing all the men in vests and guns out. 

“How the fuck did you get in? You can’t just break into my home, Rio. What the hell is wrong with you?” The guns barely jarred you. You were around them all the time with Rio so when you met Angel and found out some aspects of what the club did, you didn’t even blink an eye. 

Ez, Coco, and Gilly watched the interaction unfold. They knew who Rio was, they knew he was the asshole who cheated on you. They were just as pissed off as Angel was to see him. They cared for you deeply so quickly and you felt the same for them. They felt the strong need to protect you at all costs, you were Angel’s girl now and anyone who messed with you messed with them. Angel knew this, and he knew how it sounded a lot like old lady status. But that question was for another time. Another time where he wasn’t currently pointing his gun at Rio’s head, wishing he could pull the trigger. 

“I just wanted to talk, please.”

“You have a lot of fucking balls for a man who has four fucking guns on him.” Angel quipped. You were only slightly concerned for Rio’s safety. Yeah, he tore open your heart but he didn’t deserve to die. 

Rio ignored him and turned back to look at you. Angel wasn’t having it and stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him. 

“Nah, don’t even fucking look at her. I’m talking to you.” Angel wasn’t messing around and you felt a sense of security knowing he’d protect you to whatever end even though you knew Rio wouldn’t hurt you. 

“You need to leave.” Ez spoke up. Rio laughed, shaking his head. 

“This is who you hang around now, mama? I thought you were better than that. Better than this trash.” You knew Angel was boiling over with rage but you tugged on his vest and then stepped in front of him. 

“You will not, not talk about them like that. This is my family, you need to fucking leave, Rio.” You were red hot and ready to set everything on fire. Rio didn’t get to disrespect them, he didn’t just get to walk in here and talk shit about them. These guys were your family, your heart. They didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that.

“Can you just let me–” Rio tried but Angel spoke up again.

“She told you to leave, so leave.” 

Rio was about to stupidly open his mouth again so you stepped in. 

“You cheated on me, Rio. I will never forgive that, ever. So there’s nothing you can say or do that will change my mind about it or about you. I’ve moved on. I’m happy now, why do you insist on taking that away again?” Angel refrained from telling you that Rio wasn’t going to take away anything from you ever again, he wouldn’t let him. 

“I still love you, that ain’t gonna change.” You felt nothing hearing those words. Absolutely nothing. But you felt everything when Angel said them, when he whispered them to you at one in the morning after making love to you all night; when he’d yell them at you from across the junkyard on your way out; when he’d mumble them against your lips when he couldn’t draw his mouth away from yours but he needed to get them out. Angel’s love meant something. Rio’s never did. 

“I don’t love you, Rio. That’s never gonna change either. Leave my home and leave me alone. I won’t tell you again and if you try some shit like this again I swear I’ll call the cops on you.” Angel didn’t bother mentioning that if Rio pulled this shit again, he’d put a bullet in his brain. 

“I’ll always be waiting.” Rio said as he started to walk towards the door. 

“And I will never come.” Is all you said before Coco slammed the door shut when he walked out. You took a deep breath. They tucked their guns back into their jeans. 

“You okay, mi dulce?” Angel asked, cupping your cheeks in his hands. You nodded and leaned into his touch.

“Yeah. I can’t believe he broke in.”

“It won’t happen again.” Angel didn’t need to say anything further, you knew he wouldn’t let it.

“Yeah, he tries to come around again and we’ll take care of him.” Gilly said, you huffed out a laugh.

“If he comes around again, I’ll do it myself.” Rio was out of your life. You wanted nothing to do with him. And if he tried to show his face after disrespecting these men, then you’d do something about it. Your fierce loyalty to the Mayans happened so quick, one second you were dating Angel and the next you had a whole other family that you cared for and who cared for you. 

“I love you.” Angel said to you. The boys took it as their cue to go into the kitchen, giving you and Angel space. 

“I love you, Angel. My angel.” You clasped your hands on the back of his neck and his hands slid down to your waist. 

“No one’s ever going to hurt you again.” He promised, sealing it with a kiss. 

Angel was your hope. Your hope after a dark period, that people could be good. People could be honest and loving. He was what you needed at exactly the time you needed him, and he had told you that you were that for him as well. You were exactly what the other needed. Two bruised hearts healing just to beat in tandem with the other. 

[firefly-in-darkness]

Misconceptions - 7/12

Characters: Y/N, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Marcus (OC).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Summary: Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have… and now he regrets his reaction…

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst, jealousy…

Beta: The always lovely, Stacey - @princessmisery666​ // all mistakes are my own.

A/N: So this is a slightly longer part, of course, there is more angst and insecurities in this one, it’s not coming up to the surface just yet but this pair might, just might be stepping in the right direction...

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Previously: Marcus’ cheeks dusted a light pink and Y/N was glad she hadn’t lost her touch. Maybe that only applied to the Super Soldier. Her charm and flirting seemed to have caught Marcus’ attention, so maybe it wasn’t her after all.  He punched in the number and called his phone, the little chime from his pocket confirming it had gone through. Handing it back to Y/N just as Sam jogged over to them.

“Are you ready to get your ass whooped, Y/N?” he chuckled, giving her a toothy grin.

Y/N tilted her head with a mischievous pout, “Oh boy, someone’s had their cocky pills today.”

 Y/N did a last-minute touch up on her deep red lipstick, catching a slight smear in the corner with the tips of her fingers. With a blend and pout, she laughed at her reflection and tousled her hair to give it less of a rigid look. She hadn’t been this excited about going out with a guy in a long time; he was attractive, had a similar sense of humour and she didn’t have to pretend to be someone else. 

Dating while also being a spy was tough, especially when it came down to disappearing without a trace for weeks on end. After a few years and a certain Super Soldier came into her life, she gave up on dating. She focused on one-night stands, or a short fling with no potential to quiet the thoughts of her and Bucky Barnes ever being more than friends. 

And tonight, was not going to be any different, except this had potential, it could lead to something more. She shook her head and rolled her eyes - she was getting ahead of herself -grabbing the leather jacket off the hook.

Walking to the full-length mirror, Y/N fastened the belt looped through the black skinny jeans, pulling the blouse slightly out of its tucked state. Once her jacket was on, she grabbed her small handbag, checking its contents and exhaling a deep breath. 

She strutted through the hallway and into the elevator, hitting the button to take her to the basement. The doors chimed, and she walked out into the underground parking lot to find Marcus leaning against a black Audi R8. A sweet smile bloomed across his face and he opened the car door for her. The heels of her boots clicked on the concrete, and with a reciprocating smile, she eased into the passenger seat.

Sam lounged on the couch, one arm resting along the back of the seat. His attention was captivated by the film playing on the large screen until he was interrupted by the second most irritating person on the planet, second to Spider-Man.

“What do you want Tin Man?” His head rolled to the side.

Bucky had been pacing up and down the corridor, and after a few minutes, it had grated on Sam’s last nerve. He tapped the remote, the movie paused. The super soldier charged into the room and sat on the footstool, blocking the view of the television. Sam glared at him; cheeks dusted pink, his bottom lip chewed raw, eyes skittish. 

His eyebrows pulled together and he leant forward, “What’s up Bucky?”

“Have you seen Y/N? She’s not in her apartment. She’s not answering my texts. Or calls.”

“She’s on a date with Marcus.” Sam picked up the remote and shuffled back to get comfortable again.

“She doesn’t hang-” Bucky’s eyes widened, “She’s on a what?”

“A date man, you know those things that people do when they find someone they’re attracted to. They go out for drinks or dinner, maybe even just meet up for sex. You never know with Y/N.” Sam chuckled and played the movie again.

“But aren’t you dating her?”

Sam screwed up his face in disgust, “What the hell man? No, that’s gross! That’s almost incestuous.”

Bucky felt like his head and heart were going to explode. Y/N wasn’t dating Sam. Sam wasn’t dating Y/N. Y/N was on a date with Marcus. Who the fuck was Marcus? Bucky cursed himself and collapsed onto the seat beside Sam, a hand dragging down his face. I’m such an idiot.

Sam flicked off the television, “What made you think that?”

“The night Y/N was taken, hostage. Well, I kinda overheard your conversation on the phone. There’s no kinda about it. I heard you two talking and I may or may not have got jealous which resulted in me overreacting.”

Sam’s brow furrowed once more, “What exactly did you overhear?”

“Well, she wished you were there, that you were driving her crazy and that she loved you.” Bucky gruffed, “Then I saw the picture you have of her on your phone. And then you were all protective and wouldn’t let me see her.”

Sam sat up straighter and turned to him. “You’re both a pair of idiots. She wished I was there because she gets too wrapped up in you. She would do anything for you, and you wouldn’t even have to ask.”

Bucky’s mouth gaped and he stuttered just as Sam raised his hand, a stern looks on his face.

“She was telling me what she’d say to you. If you had given her the chance to tell you how she felt. Damn, she drives me crazy, talking about how crazy you drive her.” Sam shook his head, “We do love each other, like family. That’s why I didn’t let you see her straightaway. Not only was she held hostage, but you also dangled that woman in front of her, brought her back to the suite and showed Y/N that you didn’t care about the mission or her safety in the slightest.”

Bucky huffed, “I wasn’t dangling anything, I was trying to get my mind off Y/N and you two being more than friends. I didn’t do it to be an asshole, Sam.”

Sam glared at him, “Well you ended up being one anyway. Maybe next time, you should both talk to one another. Because I am not having this conversation with you both again and her crying to me or coming up with excuses to avoid you. You’re supposed to be adults, act like it and use your damn words.”

Bucky spoke to himself, “So I should tell her how I feel?” He leapt up from the sofa, “Thanks, Sam.” His appreciation echoed down the corridor as he raced back to his room, a plan forming in his mind’s eye.

Y/N hiccupped around the rim of her wine glass before she held it out with a harder wave than she intended, the liquid sloshing around  “And that was the day that I realised I loved James fuckin’ Buchanan Barnes. So, now it’s your turn. Tell me about your crush.”

Marcus chuckled, knocking back the dregs in the bottom of the pint glass. “It’s this girl I’ve known since college. I don’t know if she’s interested though.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, a sad pout on her face, “Aww Marcus. Why aren’t you out there- y’know, courting her? Have you seen yourself? What is there not to like!”

“I dunno, but I could say the same about you.” Marcus raised his eyebrow, pointing at her with the empty glass. “Another?”

Y/N nodded, a huge grin on her face as she watched Marcus head back over to the bar. She sank down into the booth and giggled to herself. She clamped her hand over her mouth. Only I could go on a date with a guy that fancies someone else. A glass of wine appeared in front of her and Marcus slid back into the seat opposite.

Marcus’ face suddenly lit up. “This might be a little crazy, but do you wanna go dancing?”

“Yes!” Y/N fist bumped the air, “we can try that club Marquee, I’ve always wanted to go there.”

Bucky had almost worn away the carpet in his apartment with his pacing, waiting for Y/N to return home from her date. He was hoping to catch her before she went to sleep but as the clock ticked by, negative thoughts began to niggle at the back of his mind. What if she likes him? What if she kisses him? No, she wouldn’t do that. But then again, she might go back to his place?

A deep sigh filled the space, and with eyes closed, he tried to clear his mind. It’s just nerves right? As he inhaled for a few seconds, he heard the familiar sound of Y/N’s footsteps padding down the hallway outside. In a flash, he’d opened his door and tentatively stepped out to find her swaying from side to side, attempting to open her own door.

As he approached, he spotted the jacket hanging loosely around her shoulders. That’s not hers. Then she flashed him that bright smile, he spotted the way her lipstick was nearly non-existent, her hair wilder than ever. His heart dropped to his stomach at the thought of Y/N with another man, he’d never worried before until now.

“Heeeey Barnes.” Y/N whisper shouted as he came closer.

His heart thumped against his chest; the sweet smile she threw his way made him grin back.

“Need a hand?” Bucky gestured to the door, obliging with her little nod. 

She stumbled through the door, kicking off her boots at the same time. For a moment, she paused, relishing in the plushness of the carpet underneath her feet, “Well are you coming in or are you just gonna stand there?”

Bucky followed Y/N into the room, his plan now completely out the window. “You okay doll?”

She shrugged out of the jacket, “Yeah, just happy! And maybe a little bit drunk.”

Without hesitation, Y/N lifted her blouse over her head. Her breasts, held in white lace, were on full display. Bucky’s eyes didn’t explore her bare skin but spun around to face the other way. His heart thumped in his chest. What the hell is she doing? His thoughts were cut off by a huff and whine.

“Buck, help.”

He turned around to see the blouse half off her body, one arm out, face covered by the material, “What on earth-?”

“One of the buttons is caught in my hair.” Her free hand dropping to her side with a slap. 

Bucky knew she’d rolled her eyes; he didn’t need to see her face to know that. He guided her to the edge of the couch. Encouraged her to sit down and sat beside her, he began untangling the strands that had gotten caught. Bucky breathed in the sweet scent of Y/N’s perfume; he could feel the warmth radiating off her skin. He was intoxicated by her.

“Are we friends Buck?” Y/N whispered. He wouldn’t have heard it if he didn’t have the serum pumping through his veins.

“Of course, we are.” Bucky untangled the last piece and lifted the blouse.

Y/N turned to face him. “So why don’t you want to spend time with me anymore?”

“We spend nearly every day together,” Bucky’s stomach dropped, his loss of control in this situation gnawed at his esteem.

Y/N climbed out of the seat and marched into the bathroom. Bucky sat on the couch frozen for a moment then wandered over to Y/N’s drawers, picking out her pyjamas. With a light tap on the door, she opened it and collected the items without a word. He knew she wasn’t happy, that he had made things worse and he didn’t know how to fix them.

Y/N stared into the mirror, her make up now washed away and her hair thrown messily into a hairband. In the time it had taken Bucky to untangle her hair and for her to put her bed clothes on, she’d sobered up and her mind raced with embarrassment. Come on Y/N, you can do this. It’s only Bucky, talk to him. She pulled her shoulders back, standing tall and confident then marched out the room, turning off the light to find him perched at the end of her bed.

Bucky looked up immediately, “So are you going to tell me how your date went?”

Her head tilted to the side, a slight frown at the hint of malice in his words and joined him on the bed. “It was a good night; it was what I needed.”

She caught the ragged inhale beside her, the slight clench to his fist as his arm whirred to life. Is he jealous? No way, he’s not interested in me like that but, just maybe. Y/N shook away her thoughts and turned to face him, her leg tucked beneath the other, her knee brushing against his thigh. Her heart hammered but she remained as calm as she could as she felt the warmth radiating from him.

“We got drunk and danced the night away.” She waited for him to turn around, but there was no reaction, his eyes remained on his fingers woven together.

Bucky stood up; his jaw clenched. “And then you went back to his?”

Y/N’s stomach dropped at the animosity in his words. “So, what if I did?”

“I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else! Laughing like we used to, hanging out every weekend. And being each other's person. You’re my person.” Bucky raise his voice, his chest heaving with anger.

“Well we haven’t exactly been talking a lot lately.” She stood in front of him, arms crossed.

Bucky’s voice was softer, “That’s because I thought-”

Y/N held up her hand to interrupt him, “You know what? I’ve had a really good night. I do not want to ruin it by fighting with you, so can we stop?”

Bucky rubbed the nape of his neck, eyes locked on hers and wondering whether to push the conversation further or not.

Y/N didn’t give him a chance to decide, “Actually, I’m asking you to leave.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, “What? Can’t we talk about this?”

Y/N couldn’t face him, she still had alcohol in her system and the memories of Bucky sweet talking that woman into bed that night rushed to the forefront of her mind, the tears she had cried afterwards and the vow she made not to cry over him again. 

She shook her head and shoved at his chest, though she knew he wouldn’t budge until he moved on his own volition. The anger boiled in her veins. How dare he?! He had no claim over me. She pulled back, stepping away from him.

“Leave, right now! You have no right to be like this.” She gestured up and down, “You don’t get to act like this because someone is interested in me.”

Y/N refused to confess how the date had really gone, his reaction was enough to cement the idea that Bucky thought nothing more of her than someone he could use to make himself feel better. There wasn’t even friendship there anymore.

Bucky sighed, dragging his hand down his face, “It’s not like that. Y/N, I’m-”

“Save it. For the last time, get out.” She didn’t even look up at him as she walked over to the door and opened it

Bucky followed her request, guilt washing over him at the anger and hurt on her face. He turned around to attempt at another apology but was greeted with the door shutting in his face.

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[sirowsky]

The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group. (Slow burn)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language.

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Comment: Another day of side-effects where my head really hasn’t been in the game. But a little fun stuff to pass the time has managed to crop up. 

So sorry for the tease ending... I blame the headaches.

Chapter 27

  The Chef, Greg, had personally brought you extra leftovers during the five weeks you were living in the cell, training and learning about your abilities. He knew about your abnormal energy-consumption, and had become concerned when you never ordered more than a double portion of food, no matter how exhausted you were.   So, he’d come to give you the leftovers one evening, and you’d explained that it felt like you’d be stealing from others that might need it, if you ordered six or even eight portions.   After that, he’d begun saving all the leftovers every day, and bringing you that for the extra portions you otherwise wouldn’t have ordered.

  “I may have to make Greg my Best Man.”

  “He’d probably decline. He’s nice, but he does have standards.”

  “Ouch…”

  “He doesn’t know you, Cujo.”

  “Okay, seriously, what is up with that?”

  “It’s just an accurate description.”

  “I am not a fucking dog.”

  “Yes, you are. It’s just that, ordinarily, you’re a puppy. You just have that lovable puppy-face, with the eyes and the grin that can melt the coldest of hearts. And then, you bare your teeth and growl, and you look fucking terrifying.”

  “I do?”

  “Um – yes. Unequivocally – yes. It’s amazing.”

  “Wait… you like my Cujo-quality?”

  “I like that you have that side, when you need it. I like that it comes out almost exclusively to protect the things you love. And I have to admit that I like the fact that even the remotest possibility that William actually had tried something, elicited that kind of a response from you.”

  “I was a little shocked at how strongly I reacted to that. Just the thought… I would’ve killed him, if he had. Not because you… belong to me. But because you were weak and unable to stop anyone that might have tried. Thank god William’s even more of a puppy than I am.”

  “Will is more of a Greyhound.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, you know – sleek, effective, streamlined.”

  “Okay, let’s just drop the whole dog-topic already.”

  “And, just for the record – of course I belong to you. Ass-hat.”

  He practically beamed at you.

  “Ditto. Mama bear.”

  You’d been talking while walking back from lunch, and when you got back to your office, Anita was there. Just standing in the middle of the room, with her signature scowl in full effect.

  “Hi, mom. Wow, you’re actually in the office, it must be serious.”

  “Fifty noise-complaints in the last hour – is serious.”

  You both stopped smiling, and threw a nervous glance at one another, but she just huffed and turned to you.

  “Have you had yourself checked out by medical, yet?”

  “No… why would I…?”

  “Because human beings don’t possess the biological imperative to breed, to the point where their libidos take control of their bodies.”

  You had actually checked both your offices for cameras and microphones a good while back, and found nothing. And there weren’t any fucking flowers in your office!

  “How the hell do you know that? Seriously… How?”

  She just rolled her eyes.

  “Get your ass down to medical. Now.”

  “No.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Whatever it is, I feel fine now, which means they probably wouldn’t be able to detect anything abnormal, so I’m gonna finish my work for the day, and then I’ll go to medical.”

  You walked over to your desk as you spoke, and as you sat down, you remembered something.

  “And by the way, where you in charge of selecting my substitute while I was gone?”

  “Yes. Petra wasn’t ideal.”

  “You don’t say. If I’m ever gone for an extended period of time again, no one sets foot in my fucking office. Got it?”

  “Did you just try and give me an order, loco?”

  “I’m not trying anything. I’m telling you. No one.”

  She threw you a kinda skewed smile and then turned around to leave. But as she crossed the threshold she stopped and looked back at you with pure steel in her eyes.

  “4pm. If you’re not at medical by then, I’ll drag you there by your ear.”

  “Try it. Please.”

  She left and you sighed and looked at Marcus, who had sat down on the couch again, one arm draped over the backrest while he’d watched you take on Máma.

  “Are you absolutely sure you feel fine? Because I’m all kinds of hot and bothered right now.”

  “50 noise-complaints, Marcus. That’s half the damned building.”

  “And like I said: fuck ‘em.”

  “Please go away so I can think.”

  “Only if you promise to call me the moment you feel any amount of craving. I’m serious.”

  “You think I want to feel like that again? Of course I’ll call, and you’d better pick up. I don’t care if HQ’s on fire.”

  “You have my word, famb.”

  “You know, your list of nicknames is getting a bit ridiculously long.”

  “Oh, I haven’t even started on the real one’s yet.”

  “Real ones?”

  “Prometida, esposa, amada, mi corazón…”

  “Okay, okay, have as many as you like, jeez.”

  “Which one’s your favourite?”

  “You already know.”

  He got up from the sofa and came over to kiss you before he left. His lips lingered long after the kiss ended.

  “Hermosa…”

  He was intoxicating. You put a hand up on his chest and pushed him away gently.

  “Get out of here, gorgeous. Mama’s got work to do.”

  “Oh, that’s mean. You know how I love it when you talk all husky like that.”

  “I’ll call you if I need you.”

  He walked away looking disappointed, but also kind of expectant, like he was looking forward to getting you back later. You smiled and shook your head after the door closed behind him.

  You did get a lot of work done after that, and even if you were still miles behind from catching up to where you’d been 7 weeks ago, it still felt good to have gotten back on track. Especially on what had been possibly the weirdest day of your life. Which was saying something.   Your libido stayed calm and behaved for the rest of the workday, but you did see Anita’s point in getting yourself checked over, and so you were planning on going to the med-bay.   But at 3:30 you were working on your computer, looking up rare metals for an upcoming build, and you sort of stumbled over a site for wedding-rings.   You were just gonna take a quick peak, scrolling through the various options, and getting progressively more worked up as you saw the price-tags.   You were just about to leave the page and go back to work, when an ad in the corner popped up.

  Wedding-dresses.

  Fuck.

  You clicked.

  “If you thought I was kidding about the ear, you were sorely mistaken.”

  You startled at the sound of her voice, and a puff of energy escaped you, sending papers flying everywhere.

  “Thanks a lot, Anita. Why don’t you give me a heart-attack while you’re at it?”

  “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not my fault you were so engrossed in that screen you didn’t notice me. What were you looking at, anyway?”

  Had half an hour already passed? You just clicked on that ad a second ago… And why was she looking at you like that?

  “Just research.”

  “Mhm. Let’s go.”

  “Alright, just let me get these papers off the floor.”

  As expected, since the event seemed to have passed, the medical exam didn’t reveal anything, and Anita seemed unnecessarily peeved about that.

  “What are you so upset about? What exactly did you think they’d find?”

  “Nothing. Never mind.”

  “Never mind, my ass. You all but dragged me to this exam, and now you’re disappointed. So, spill. What’s the deal?”

  “I just hoped that maybe… you increased enthusiasm was…”

  “Was…?”

  “Alright, most women experience increased sensitivity when they’re pregnant. I just wanted to be sure.”

  You sort of half froze midway through pulling your pants back on, and your hands involuntarily went to your abdomen.

  “Oh… I never even considered…”

  “I’m sorry, niña. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “No, I’m not upset. God, I don’t even know what I am.”

  You finished dressing and sat down on a chair, letting your head fall into your hands.

  “Eight months ago, I was just a designer, going on a fucking vacation. Now, I don’t even know what the hell I am anymore, much less what to do. Every time I think I’m starting to get a handle on things, something else happens and I’m lost again.”

  She tapped your leg with her cane, ushering you to look at her.

  “What you are, is my son’s fiancé. My granddaughter’s adoptive mother. You’re smart, highly capable and stubborn, kind and caring, but abrasive when the situation requires it. You’re everything you need to be. And that’s all you ever really need to know about yourself.”

  You drew a deep breath.

  “Do you think he made the right choice? With me?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  “Thank you.”

  You called Marcus to let him know how the exam had gone, and he was just about to pick up Missy, so since you had your own car you told him you’d race him home.   But you decided to stop by Amanda’s house on the way. You wanted to talk to both of them, but her place was closer.

  When you walked in at home, Missy was in the living room playing a video-game with Noodles, A Capella and Wild Card. It had been a while since she’d had any friends over, and you smiled when you saw how much fun she was having.

  “Hey, Alma! Wanna see me crush these guys for the second time?”

  “Any day of the week, angel, but I gotta talk to your dad right now.”

  “Okay, suit yourself!”

  You laughed and walked into the kitchen to find him opening pizza-boxes and distributing slices onto plates.

  “Hey, sweetheart, sorry, this wasn’t planned, they just spontaneously asked if they could come over as I was picking her up.”

  “Honey, why are you explaining yourself?”

  “I don’t know… it’s just, with the weird day you’ve had and how you seemed a little down after the exam, I thought that maybe you weren’t quite in the mood for a house full of teenagers.”

  “No matter how I feel, Missy’s entitled to enjoy herself with her friends. I would never wanna deprive her of that.”

  “No, I know. I just worry about you.”

  “Yeah, I do too, sometimes. But that’s usually when I remember I have you, and it all feels better.”

  He smiled and asked you to help him carry out the food to the living room, and once you’d done that, you sat down at the dinner table to eat yourselves.

  “So… I may have googled wedding-dresses today.”

  He beamed.

  “Really? Did you manage to narrow down any preferences? Don’t give me any specifics, by the way.”

  “I did, I think. Or, at least, I found a lot of stuff I didn’t like, so I guess that helps. I don’t know, I feel like I need to see them, touch them, to actually get a sense of what I like.”

  He beamed even more.

  “I really like the sound of this. I’m sure Amaire would come with you if you asked.”

  “Yeah, I kind of already asked them to, this weekend.”

  He was fucking radiating joy at that point. He got up and took your hand, leading you to the bedroom and closing the door behind you.   Then he reached into his pocket and fished something out. His smile turned just a hint of insecure, as he held up the ring he’d chosen for you.   It was gold-plated steel, with a single row of small diamonds sunk into the centre of the band all the way around. A sturdy and solid piece that wouldn’t break or lose its shape.   While you admired it, he started trying to explain his choice.

  “I know you’re not much of a jewellery-girl, so I figured we’d skip the whole engagement ring plus wedding-band. You can wear it right away if you want and then just take it off before the ceremony, or you can wait and put it on then, either way is fine with me. That is, if you like it? If you don’t, we’ll take it back and you can pick something else. It just felt right as soon as I saw it. You’re not the frail silver band type of person, and I know you’d only get annoyed with a big rock getting in the way and getting caught in stuff. You work with your hands and so I figured something sturdy but elegant. I have a matching one just without the diamonds. Please say something before I pass out from oxygen-depravation…”

  “I love it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Really.”

  You both beamed.

  “Can I put it on you?”

  “You better.”

  He slipped it on your finger and it fit perfectly. And for the first time it really sunk in that you were gonna marry this man. The love of your life.   It felt like a really long time until the kids went home and Missy went to bed, with her headphones on.

  “I totally forgot, we need to go bed-shopping, honey.”

  “I don’t know, a mattress on the floor might be preferable until we know the extent of your ‘heat-situation’.”

  “Mm. Good point. Although, breaking in a new bed is always fun.”

  “Hermosa.”

  “What?”

  “Stop talking and get undressed. I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

Authors’ Note: I love criticism, don’t be shy to let me know if there’s anything you like/don’t like/have questions about.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

OAKTOWN DOING ITS MAGIC

Marcus Álvarez x Filip “Chibs” Telford sister!Reader

Anon asked: Could I maybe ask for an Alvarez x reader were the reader is chibs sister and has a very fiery attitude and her and Alvarez are always at each other throats but theres something strong there and she will no problem wandering into Mayan territory much to her brothers warnings against it until it finally boils over with her and Alvarez and super fluffy and adorable and maybe smut? It's okay if not! Thank you so much for writing so wonderfully 💖

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 2.9k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💖

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Stopping by a side of the road, you step out of your car placing the map above the hood, having a bite of the red licorice in the other hand. You could use Google to find the dog kennel, but you prefer to explore it by yourself. Oakland it's not that big to get lost, but you want to be sure about the way you have to follow. Pointing it with a pencil, you have to focus your attention in the sound of a motorbikes coming. Rolling your eyes with a heavy sigh, you throw the candy before keep the map in a pocket.

“Do you need help, mija?” Marcus' voice sounds funny, walking towards you and being followed by three Mayans, after parking their bikes.

“Do I look like a damsel in distress you must save?” Cross-armed, you raise an eyebrow.

“Well, you are a little far from home”.

“No kutte, no motorbi—”.

“You are still a member of Samcro. You should have made a courtesy call”.

“Do you think I'm a hot line for your pleasure, Álvarez?”

The man chuckles falsely, turning for a second to his men, before pointing your car with his gun. One shot straight to a wheel. And two bullets right to the trunk and a light. That hurts more than if he had shot you down. Your heart racing too fast. Your blood boiling. And your fist hitting his face without controlling yourself. The man doesn't move a single inch of his body, more than twisting his neck because of the punch. A wild tear running down your eye, while the other Mayans are pointing you.

“You crossed the line… and you're gonna regret it”. You spit every word, full of anger.

And Marcus knows that he already fucked up when he raise his gaze to yours, watching you cry. No one cries for a car, unless it means something important to you. He was having a rough morning and listening about your visit without a call, just make it worse. You two aren't enemies, neither friends. Mayans and Samcro have a good relationship, but the shit between you and the mexican it's kinda strange.

Taking off your phone from a pocket, you key Ratboy' number by heart, squatting next to your car and touring every hole with your fingertips while your cry takes away your breathe.

“Hey… Could you bri—bring the crane to Oakl—Oakland?” You sob, trying to control it.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just… I just…” Your cry get louder, and you can't help but resting your forehead against the trunk with a hand above it. “Don't tell Chibs, please… Just come. I am five miles from the entrance”.

“Ok, ok. Do you wan'me to call Álvarez? You shouldn' be alone there”.

“This… son of a bitch is already here”. You growl, hitting your head softly against the body car.

“Fuck… Give me an hour”.

Hanging up the call, knowing that the Mayans have their eyes on you and keeping the phone back to the pocket, you open the trunk to take a tweezers from the toolbox. Closing it and cursing with a strong scottish accent, you try to take off the bullets from it.

“Am sorre', athair… I'll fix it, I promise”. You mutter between some hard sobs and a knot installed inside your chest.

“Eh, I am so—”.

“Shutta' fuck up!” You shout at him, turning your body for a second. Even if he's trying to be gentle after what he did, you don't care.

When you finish your improvised task, you keep the bullets for Jax as a proof. Sitting inside the car, you decide to wait there instead of staying close to Alvarez, or you're going to end up hitting him again. And even if you asked Ratboy to come alone, you can't help but hit with both palms the steering wheel when you hear the roar of motorbikes riding closer. Stepping out of your almost dead car, you snort rubbing your eyes and cleaning the tears.

When Jax sees what happened, taking off the helmet, he raises both arms in silence looking at Marcus. Your brother runs to you, more worried about the fact of you being okay than because of the car. Chibs cups your face in his hands, leaving a kiss on your forehead before hug you.

“I'm sorry”. You just sob.

“Don' worre', lass”. He says placing an arm on your shoulders, before guiding you to both charters

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Jax looks furious facing Marcus.

“Bad morning. Knowing that a Sons' is at my territory, with n—”.

“Did you know why is she here? With no kutte, no bike, no protection?” The president interrupts him, pointing his chest once and again. “She works sometimes at the dog kennel, man”.

Marcus gives you a fleeting glance, snorting when he finds you being comforted by the older scottish. And his suspicions are confirmed by Jax's new words.

“Her father bought that car, ten years ago. Man, she loves it more than anything”. It's a whisper between them, making him see the gravity of the matter without relying on the fact that you could have been hurt.

“I'll take it to my workshop. I'm in charge, brother”.

“Don' ya' dare to touche't!” You shout full of anger then, trying to walk close to him, but being stopped by Chibs arms, and a Jax' hand raised to you on air.

“You better leave us take care of it, before I have to give her a gun to shoot your bike”. The Samcro's president shakes his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Send me the bill, alrai'?”

Jax nods, before letting them go passing you away with their motorbikes. The blonde man turns at you bitting is inner lip, as he pulls away his hair to his nape.

“We'll take you to the dog kennel, and then we'll go back to Charming, okay?” He says caressing your cheek softly, while you nod.

It's almost midnight in Charming. The town sleeps peacefully, while you continue trying to fix up the body of your car, after changing the flat tire. Finally, you have to use some putty to fill and cover both holes in it, having the perfect paint mix to finish the work. But when you're about to take the brush, the sound of a motorbike calls your attention, making you stand up on your feet to get out from the workshop. Rolling your eyes when they focus on the Mayans symbol, you turn again to go back to your main task. Yes, you feel some curiosity about what is he doing there, but you know you're not going to need to ask.

The heavy steps by the boots come closer to your ears, stopping a few meters away of your back, ignoring him completely. You've been a lot of hours trying to rebuild the holes, trying to find the perfect color by mixing the paint, and you're not in the mood to deal with Marcus. But this fact doesn't seems important for him, when he squats next to you and both dark eyes on your hands supporting the brush. Your fingers moving slowly almost like they were dancing a ballet. Hypnotizing him.

“I've brought you a truce and an apology”. He says with a low tone, not wanting to make you lose your focus. “Fifty thousands and a ‘sorry for being a pendejo’”.

“I have no price”. You reply back in a whisper, joking on him because it looks like a secret.

“It's not for you, but the dog kennel in Oaktown”. He's almost smiling, taking off from the pocket inside of the kutte a brown and improvised envelope. A bulky one.

You leave your task in the background, turning at him with both eyebrows raised.

“I have no excuse. And I'm so sorry because of what I did to your father's car”.

His words sound sincere, licking his low lip at the same time he moves his hand somewhat up making a clear gesture. Rolling your eyes, you take it standing up and leaving the brush inside the paint pot to grab the money. Your feet guide your body to the office, leaning towards the safe-box, so you can keep it inside. Once the box is closed, turning over your sneakers you find Marcus resting his left shoulder against the door frame, trying to hide that he was looking at you totally spellbound.

You're challenging him, maintaining his eyes with yours, crossing both arms on the chest covered by part of the jumpsuit. You know exactly what he wants to do, because you want it too, but you still mad at him. You two always have had that strange kind of connection like if you don't want to admit the attraction, not being only a physical game. Something stops you to be push into the other, and you don't really know why.

“You're no' a cat, and I'm no' a mouse”.

“I know”. He just replies, walking closer and taking off his kutte, to leave it on a chair. “How much are we gonna play this... stupid game?”

“I don't know, te'me, chicano”.

He chuckles, licking his lower lip and putting his gaze away for some seconds, somewhere on the white wall. You know how much he hates that name, but you love to tease him, even if you're trying not to keep in mind what he did to your car.

“Take off the jumpsuit”.

“'Am almost naked under it”.

“And the problem is...?

Drawing a naughty smile on the corner of your lips, you grab the middle of it, unzipping it so slow that he's starting to get desperate. Looking at you as if you were a piece of art, only available to his whim. When the cloth is already opened, you slide the fabric down by your legs, jumping a little from it. Marcus is enjoying the views, taking the advantage of placing a hand on your lower back, while the other travels to your nape. Your lips almost touching his, tasting that mix of cigars and mexican toast beer on them when the tip of your tongue tours them.

Your back finds the wall faster than you could think, catching you against his body, devouring your mouth hungry and anxious. Your fingers pulling up the black shirt he's wearing to throw it above the desk. His big hands taking off yours, before falling on the waistband of your panties. Uttering a soft growl full of pleasure, he walks away from you some steps, looking you from top to bottom as a hungry wolf admiring his prey.

“You like it, uh?”

“You don't know how much”.

His voice is deep, rough, hoarse, bristling your skin as soon as he catches you again on his arms slapping your ass when he turns you facing the wall. You need more. Marcus too. And the sound of the belt getting undone and his jeans being unzipped make your legs tremble. Without expecting he pushes his middle finger into you, checking how wet you are because of him, making you moan as your fingers get closed in two cuffs supported on the wall.

“You like it, mami?”

He whispers right in your ear fingering you faster and deeper, almost moving up your hips. Feeling every move as if it was the first, touching your soul with his warm breath on your neck, leaving some smooth kisses there and confusing you about the fact of his hand pushing you too angry while his lips are so gently.

“Fuck, yes…” You gasp resting your forehead between your hands, with closed eyes.

“You want me to fuck you, pequeña?”

“Yes, please, please, please, Marcus”. You beg uncontrollably once and again.

“You want my cock hitting your tight pussy ah?”

“Fuck… please…”

“You're gonna have it, mi reina”.

Pulling out the wetted finger and turning you to face him again, the Mayan puts a hand on your throat, sliding the other into your mouth. And you lick it, tasting your own flavor under his attentive black eyes burning in all the desire he has been containing. His lips crash on yours, kissing you filthy, and getting inside your mouth his tongue to find yours while his free hand throws down to the floor every thing is on the desk. You let him do with you whatever he wants, placing your chest on the table and spreading your legs to both sides ready for him. Teasing you with his needed glans rubbing your clit, you snort disappointed, hearing some laughs behind your back.

“You don't know how much I want you”.

“Fuckin' prove it”. You say desperate.

And you got it. Without expecting it, his cock pounds you so hard that your body moves somewhat forward above the desk, making you close your eyes with a heavy moan stuck in your throat and his hands nailed on your hips. Marcus moving fast, thrusting himself to you until his abdomen crashes against your ass. The dirty sound your wetness utters being hitted is like a sweet melody for your brain, feeling the pleasure running through your body, getting mixed between the gasps and the pleadings. Seems like he knows what you like, slapping harder your ass with one of his hands. The slight pain provokes you a wave of heat, asking for more.

It's been almost one year since you two met, containing the desire you were feeling for each other. The necessity for being close, alone, together. Enjoying your more animal instincts. Marcus tangles his fingers on your pony-tail, curving your back until his teeth bite your neck, licking and sucking it, wanting to mark his territory. His free arm surrounding your abdomen, thrusting you deeper reaching your g-spot as you cry out his name once and again, drying your throat, breaking your voice every time he nails his hard dick inside you with no mercy, with no wait. He loves every inch of your body. He loves every single thing he knows about you. He always wanted to show you since he met you, and know he's doing it in the most delicious way possible; fucking you as hard as you beg him.

“Mi amor, estás tan estrechita… You're driving me insane”. (My love, you're so tight).

“Cum inside me, please”. Twisting your neck enough to split it into his lips, he bites yours drowning there a soft moan.

“Of course, mi reina… This pussy is only mine, you hear me, ah?”

“Fuck, Marcus… Only yours”.

By your pulse you know how close your body is to explode because of the ecstasy, and the Mayan knows too.

“Turn, mi amor. I want to see your face”. He demands, pulling out himself, making you sob feeling the emptiness between your legs. “Sit on the desk”.

You don't need more words, doing it without complains. An arm surrounding your body, your legs on his shoulders and his free hand nailed around your throat. Then, you can see for first time his cock. Huge, wetted, needy for being inside you again. And it feels more delighted when he starts to fuck you again, in that position that makes you touch the sky with the fingertips.

His gaze maintaining yours at all times, seeing who you squirm under his grip because of the pleasure and his dick pounding you with the only mission of making you cum. Leaning towards you, Marcus kiss you again, looking for your tongue to fight it out of your mouths and leaving a small trail of saliva on air, before devour your mouth so hungry it makes race your heart.

“I'm… I'm so fuckin' clos', papi”.

Your voice is somewhat hoarse, with your knees almost touching your chest with every deep thrust into you and your legs shaking a little.

“Come on, mi reina… Cum for your papi”. He asks you with his lips on yours.

And it doesn't takes you more seconds after a lash of heat running down your spin. You cry out his name twice before you run out of air, feeling the orgasm wrapping your whole anatomy with the dirty sound of your wetted pussy being hitted without non stop. And Marcus filling you with his seed, exhausting, pounding you until he's satisfied. Your legs hurts a little when he puts them down, surrounding his waist. You push him totally inside you, with your bodies colliding, while he lies on your chest trying to recover himself. His lower abdomen pressing your crotch, finding your lips somewhat tired, but enjoying the warm of your cums getting mixed.

“It feels so good, mi reina”.

He whispers pinching your nipples, stealing you some gasps against his clavicle traveling your mouth by his neck leaving some kisses on it.

“Don' move, papi… I wan' you to fuck me again”.

He chuckles, nodding with his chin.

“Whatever you want, I'll give it to you”.

[littleferal]

Who do you think would be into getting matching underwear or pjs with their S/O?

hey sweet nonnie! honestly? the only guy I thought of that would immediately me like “yes, that sounds super adorable, let’s!” is Marcus Pike. Cos that man loves love and anything you want to do that shows off that you’re a couple? A kind of claiming, a loud proclamation that you love him? Even in private? Yeah ok that’s wonderful, he loves it. As for the others? Have thoughts below, roughly 1k.

Din doesn’t actually have any pjs so…pass? Sorry! Plus he’s not really one to even think about that kind of thing? Because all things - clothes included - have to serve a purpose in his life. They need to have functionality and clothes in particular need to be protective. Because while maybe Din doesn’t quiiiite sleep with an eye open - he’s more of just a very light sleeper - he does need to be ready to go as soon as he needs to be, whenever that is. This is, after all, the man that goes to bed in full armour, explosives and all strapped to him. So that armour probably only really comes off out of necessity or when he feels particularly safe, like maybe back when he had the covert to visit on Nevarro. BUT! That all being said, he truly appreciates you bringing softness into his life. True, he doesn’t quite know how to take it and is very confused by it all but he does appreciate the gesture.

With Ezra…well to start with good luck finding a matching set anything in the ass end of space that isn’t absolutely horrible. Like, your options are something terribly garish or basic utility and there isn’t often something in-between. So let’s be fair here; you guys probably already match because variety is in short supply this far out. You don’t have a choice. One of you has definitely had to buy up stacks of standard underclothes and compression suits for jobs and you can just count yourself lucky that they are not all a one-size-fits-all kind of deal. Most evenings this doesn’t register because of course you’re wearing the same thing? What else exists out here in the Fringe? But on other evenings when he’s in one of his very good moods? There’s a high probability that at some point Ezra has made a comment about you both matching and has commented on how you wear it far better than him. To which he gets a bits bar lobbed at his head because “Oh yeah Ezra, this is real sexy.” (read: sarcasm) but also “Really? The utility underwear everyone this side of the Fringe wears does it for you?” Yeah he can’t take his own shitty joke seriously either, already breaking off into that dumb wheezy laugh he has when he’s being a deliberate ass but it doesn’t matter, it served it’s purpose - you’re hiding a smile and he’s standing right next to you.

And matching underwear? Again, you’re already matching! But if he thinks you’re wearing his? Well that’s just an excellent excuse to come over and try and take them off you.

Firstly, I feel like Frankie is the type of guy who doesn’t really mind that much if you do it? It’s kinda cute but more importantly if it makes you happy it makes him happy. But also? He maybe accidentally already did it and that’s what prompted the thought?. It’s just he saw you really like that one shirt of his - you’re always stealing it to lounge around in during the day or to sleep in - so he thought hey, maybe she’d like her own one? Not realising, of course, that the main reason you really liked that one shirt was because it was his. So it’s bedtime and your quietly pouting away to yourself because Frankie has the shirt this night and when he catches your face he suddenly remembers! He had a gift for you! He presents it, all kinda proud of himself but then a little upset when you don’t seem quite as excited as he thought you’d be. It takes a soft explanation as you finger the hem of his shirt for him to get it. His solution? Simply that’s he’s going to have to wear them both so they’re both his and yours, swapping the one he was wearing for the new and handing you the old. And yeah. He gets it. And he’d rather see you in his clothes than something matching.

Javier’s reaction is definitely just why? That or simply "I sleep naked, you don't have to buy anything to match me”. Sorry, he’s just not the kind of guy for that kind of thing at all. Though it can be said that he doesn’t hate it quite as much as thought he would so he’s more in the boat of “is the biggest grouch about it ever but also kinda lets it happen?” At least a bit. Oh I’m not saying he really wears a set if you get it, more of what I am saying is that your set totally goes missing so you have to wear his all the time and that’s better. And if you mention matching underwear? Well he’ll just give you a look (and I mean a Look™, all the way down to your ass and back up again) and a “I don’t think I’d fit in your underwear cariño.”

Whiskey…ok…so. SO. This man is a menace and he is forever going to be a menace, ok? So when he sees an opportunity for a well meaning gag? He grabs it with both hands and he fucking takes it. Oh he’d never mock you for your love for him and he’d be horrified if he thought you felt that - when you’re in a relationship with him that bit he takes deadly seriously it’s just…well he’s a menace. So sure. Matching pjs. That’s cute. But you let him pick stuff out (mistake? You decide) and his turn out a lot skimpier than yours. Let’s just say he enjoys being an ass and showing his ass ;) So as for matching underwear? If you wanna wear a thong let’s just say the man is not opposed to matching you. At all. He is, in fact, rather proud of his ass, thank you very much darlin’.

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[arsonistblue]

BLUE YOU HAVE OCS???? Please tell me everything about them

AAAAAA YES I DO!!!!! I’m writing a book (technically a series) and they’re all my children

It’ll all be under the cut bc this might get long (It did) since I’ve don a fuckton of world and character building, plotting, and meticulously planning the books, and I have a feeling people will want me to shut up but it’s my blog and I get to rant about my book if I want to kjlsdfkjlsdf

(I kinda have to explain some of the worldbuilding to explain the characters)

Most of them are from a different dimension similar to the “human” dimension, called the Middle. They’re also like humans themselves, but they each have a “difference,” which is what they call their power, for lack of a better word. It’s called a difference because, even if two people have the same ability, say, they could both control water, it would still be different for each of them. They’d’ all have a calling, for lack of a better word. And their styles have to be self taught.

There are 6 people, 2 sets of triplets, who are called the Crest. The Crest were an experiment to try and create a solution to help fix a corrupted world that seemed utopian. Sector 13, a rebel organization trying to fix said corrupted world, decided to tweak the genetics of six embryos to make them more powerful. Their idea of this was for these six to have two “differences” rather than the standard one (the thing is, though, they didn’t know just how powerful the six would be). 

Two sets of parents (The Quills and the Clearlys) volunteered to carry the children and raise them. However, word of the Crest got out, and in turn sparked a massive war. 

Okay, onto the characters!!! (picrew link)

This is Alex Clearly. She’s the main character, and a member of the Crest.

She was raised in an orphanage in the human dimension. She was born in the Middle, but due to being born in the midst of a giant war about her existence, her parents wanted to keep her (as well as the rest of the Crest) hidden away. So they (The Quills and the Clearlys) hopped from safe house to safe house while still in the Middle. However, they were found by a different organization who wanted the Crest dead (or worse), and a bomb was set to their safe house. The Clearly parents thought they were the only ones to survive, but then they found Alex (keep in mind, she’s a baby at this point) and decide “fuck this, she’s going somewhere objectively safer.”

So, they took her to the human dimension to be raised in an orphanage with one of Mrs. Clearly’s old friends (read: bitter ex-friends who don’t necessarily hate each other to death but don’t vibe any more) who was hiding out there. They would’ve set her up at a foster home but they were like, about to die from sepsis so they decided “this’ll work ig.” They did their best ok 

This orphanage, unfortunately, is run by a horrible old woman who (for reasons explained in the book) absolutely despises Alex. So Alex is kind of an outcast in this orphanage because of that. The only adult who actually likes her is Gwendolyn, aka Mrs. Clearly’s old friend. She also has a best friend, Eli. 

Now, given that Alex is part of the Crest, she has 2 powers. One appeared at birth, which was telepathy, which meant she could read others’ minds and emotions. But, because the universe hated her, she couldn’t block them, so she constantly has waves of other people’s thoughts and emotions hurtling at her (this is also me projecting as an empath jklsdflkjds hyperempathy is a bitch)

I’m currently debating whether to spoil what her other power is because you find out a few chapters into the first book 

Yknow what fuck it, she’s a hydrolic. She can control water and it’s awesome

I don’t want to spoil any more of her backstory, so now I’ll give some attributes!

Me, talking about Alex: So there’s this she/they

She’s been Through Some Shit (tm) but she’s a survivor, and taught herself self-defense, how to steal without getting caught (for when she really needed food/supplies), etc

She’s also a badass and tough as nails

However do not let her badassery fool you, she is in fact a Fucking Nerd

Trust issues are rampant

Definitely Not Straight (see the undercut [important note, the undercut does not exist until book 2])

V sarcastic

If you give her dumplings she will love you forever

Definitely said ACAB after the cops took away her Big Burly Guy Friends for Robin Hood antics (read: stealing from the rich and giving to the poor)

said Big Burly Guy Friends were Big Burly Guys, taught self defense classes in their garage. She (at the time, a skinny 7 year old) showed up and asked them to teach her to fight, and at first they laughed, but she learned self defense and every saturday she showed up and they gave her a juice box and some crackers

10000% has adhd

During book 1, she’s 13-14

In just a normal high school AU, she would be a closeted memelord

But would unironically say poggers

She hates rules

A lot

She goes out of her way to break the especially stupid ones

Stubborn as all hell

She’s also super protective and if you hurt someone she loves, you fear for your life

Long story short, she’s a badass nerd with adhd who could kill a man with ease

I love her so much it’s not even funny ok?? she’s my child

Next!

This is Eli Marcus. He was Alex’s best (only) friend at the orphanage. He’s also from the human dimension. 

Eli was at the orphanage since he was five. He was always friends with Alex, and tried to help her with her headaches, though Alex never told him she was a telepath. 

He’s a loyal friend, and always tries to cheer people up

He has a bad habit of forgetting to take off his binder at night, much to Alex’s annoyance

He loves to play the drums. There’s constantly a song stuck in his head, and he taps his fingers on tables or chairs or whatever to try to get them out

It works, then it’s replaced by another song

He probably has adhd too

He has tried to dye his own hair. It did Not work

Alex kept reminding him that he had dark hair but he was just “I am looking Away, I do not see it” so it only dyed his scalp red

So far we haven’t seen very much of him, he’s in the first few chapters of book 1. I’m planning on putting him in book 2 or 3 though!

This is Jazzi LeCiel, one of Alex’s best friends. 

Jazzi lives in The Middle, and she’s the same age as Alex. She’s a stratic, meaning she can control the air (like an airbender), but like most people, she didn’t discover it until she was around middle school age. Her backstory isn’t as developed since she’s not the main character, and the story is told from Alex’s perspective. 

She’s a disaster bisexual

She would unironically cuff her jeans

Loves causing chaos 

She’s pretty trusting up front but if you break her trust it takes awhile to get it back

Farily petite

Also a badass like Alex, but she’s also a dork jlsfljdfk

I love her so much it’s not even funny 

She’s one of the classic short-but-deadly people. By this I mean she could easily kill a man with her eyes closed and one hand behind her back, and probably would if he pissed her off enough

Very strong sense of community

She’s independent but knows when to rely on her friends and family, something she’s trying to teach Alex (since she always had to be independent)

She’s extremely creative and thinks outside the box, hell, she probably doesn’t even know where the box is

Next!

This is Torrent Rush. He’s another of Alex’s friends in the Middle.

Torrent is about the same age as Alex and Jazzi, maybe a few months older. He’s also a visidem, meaning he can turn himself (and, if he focuses, other people) invisible. (Also that’s not really what his hair looks like, but it was the closest I could find)

Daddy issuuuuuuues

His dad’s a piece of shit

He’s got an older brother, and thus is very competitive

He’s generally very caring and outspoken, also very kind even if you’re a total stranger

Though he has trouble keeping his emotions under control, and when he gets angry or upset enough, he tends to lash out

Someone get this boy some therapy

His favorite color is purple

Idk why I added that, it’s not relevant at all lkjfdskljdfs

He tries to be smooth and he kind of is ngl, but like not as smooth as he could be

He kinda has White Boy energy but he tries to not be like that, you know? Like he was raised with toxic masculinity but he’s trying to outgrow it

tl;dr he needs therapy and a nap

This is Ezra Quill, another of Alex’s friends and a member of the Crest. 

He’s lived in the Middle all his life as well, and is both a pyre (controlling fire) and a hypnolic (basically he can control other people’s minds and therefore bodies as well). He’s lived at a Sector 13 base for awhile, too. 

Imagine sunshine given human form. You have Ezra

Seriously he’s a cinnamon roll

I love him so much

He has on multiple occasions had fucking butterflies land on his nose. This is not an exaggeration. It happens multiple times

He’s a fucking NERD and will hyperfixate on anything 

He specifically loves baking 

Cracks a lot of jokes but he’s generally very sincere

Also he’s a tol bean???? child what are you doing up there

He’s quite fond of mango lassi and payasam

He plays with his fire a lot, purely to have fun. He loves lighting his hand on fire to scare people (Loretta, mostly) 

He fidgets

a lot

He always has to be moving, whether it’s tapping his fingers or doing that fuckin wave squiggle motion with his arms (he’s also really good at it)

He also hums to himself, but it always ends up with him making random sounds and making Alex think there’s a cryptid toddler in the other room

He loves big sweaters, not just because of how cozy they are, but also because he can slap people (read: Alex) with the long, flappy sleeves 

Next is Loretta, Alex’s adoptive mother and all-around wonderful woman.

Loretta is a master hydrolic, and teaches at the academy. She’s probably a repressed lesbian too lkjsdflkjdfs

She was a part of Sector 13 from the beginning of their work on creating the Crest, and when she met Alex, she almost cried because of the strong young woman Alex was becoming. 

Loretta will see a child (read: anyone younger than her), say “is anyone gonna adopt that thing” and then not wait for an answer

She had to physically stop herself from making Alex sign the adoption papers she keeps in her pocket at all times the first time they met

If you hurt somebody she loves, run

Faster

She has some dark spots in her past, in her present, too, but she’s working to illuminate them 

Also she’s in love with her best-friend-turned-enemy but she doesn’t know it

She is a fierce fighter when she wants to be. Nobody expects it, either. They see her and think she’s more laid-back, some daresay delicate, but she’s anything but. She’s taken down a full grown man while wearing heels

She’s basically adopted Torrent, Ezra and Jazzi too

She adopted Alex, but she also saw Torrent and Ezra and Jazzi and decided they were hers too

“How many children do you have?” “Biologically, legally, or emotionally?” 

I love her sm 

[volturi-stuff]

My Love

Part one

Alec Volturi x Fem!Reader

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Running, running as fast as you possibly could. From what? You had absolutely no idea. You had a killer headache. You finally came across a giant castle looking building.

"This way, everyone stay together." A woman said. You felt an urgent pull towards it. So you followed the group.

You walked into the building looking around. It looked old, but beautiful. You trailed away from the group and to the receptionist desk.

"Can you tell me where I am?" You asked. Your throat burned like you had been screaming.

"Volterra Italy of course!" She said handing you a brochure. When all of a sudden screams filled the building. You flinched and looked around. "What the hell is happening." You mumbled.

"One got away!" She yelled.

"What the hell." You said before a giant man with bright red eyes approached you.

You've seen those eyes before.

"You're coming with us." He said trying to grab you. Your heart dropped into your stomach and your legs felt weak.

"Get the hell off me!" You yelled trying to push him away,

"That's fine. I like fast food." The man said. When all of a sudden a shorter man appeared in front of you.

"Felix, no!" He growled.

What was happening? You thought.

"Looks like you caught feelings for the human." Felix said sarcastically.

"You're one to talk, should I tell Beth, what you were about to do to my mate?"

"You wouldn't!" Felix yelled.

"Try me!"

"I think we should go see, Aro." Another man said.

"Hell no, she is not going in that room." The guy in front of you said.

"You are gonna be in big trouble, Alec." Felix said

"I'll deal with it." The guy if front of you said. You were now completely hidden behind him.

Your legs got heavier and you felt dizzy all of a sudden.

You were gonna fall when two arms caught you. "I've got you, Mi Amor." He said. When all of a sudden, black.

****

You woke up later that day in a room you didn't recognize. You were laying on a very comfortable bed. "You're awake." Someone said making you jump.

"Who the hell are you? And where am I?" You yelled.

"Okay, I understand your frustration. I'm Alec, you are in Volterra Italy. But, who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" He asked coming closer.

You thought for a second. But there was nothing to think about, everything was blank.

"I don't know." You said getting teary eyed.

"That's okay." He said coming closer to your bed. "Don't touch me." You yelled. Alec sighed and ran a hand threw his hair.

"What... Are... You." You said timidly.

"Don't be scared, alright. I'd never hurt you." Alec said stepping into the light he started shimmering, like diamonds...

You finally saw him. He had brown hair, piercing red eyes, and full lips. With that shimmering skin which you immediately recognized.

"You're a vampire..." You said calmly.

"How did you?" Alec asked.

"I don't know, I've seen it before." You said. You sat up and clutching your head.

"Are you remembering something?" Alec said sitting on the edge of the bed. You kicked his leg. "Get away from me." You said continuing to kick him.

"You're gonna break your foot." He said getting off the bed.

"It's my bed you know." He said glaring at you. "God, every human is the same."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You said glaring back.

"I can't believe I'm mated to someone so annoying!" He yelled.

You gasped. "Mated?"

"Yes, we are like soulmates. But it's clear you don't want anything to do with me!" Alec said sitting on the tiny red loveseat in the corner of his room.

"I'm sorry, I'm just kinda scared." You said sighing.

"Of me?" Alec mumbled.

"No, of my memories. Do I even want to remember?" You asked getting teary eyed.

"Don't cry, Mi Amor." Alec said. The name he used gave you butterflies.

"What does that mean?" You asked looking over at his beautiful face.

"My love." Alec said smirking.

You started blushing like crazy.

"Are you blushing?" Alec asked full on smiling. His smile was even more beautiful.

"No!" You said ducking your head between your hands.

"And I'm sorry for calling you annoying." Alec said smirking at you.

"Sorry for kicking you." You apologize. But you broke out laughing at your childish behavior.

Alec chuckled. "Come on, Love. We gotta go see, Aro." Alec said standing up.

"Who?" You asked getting off his bed.

"My master. Maybe he can help with your memory problem." Alec said opening the door for you.

You walked down the steps. And into the throne room.

"Alec, is this the girl, Felix told me about?" Aro said.

"Yes, master." Alec said leading you over to him. He held his hand out and gestured for you to put your hand into his. You felt uneasy about it. But you knew Alec was right there. You felt safer with him there.

"I see, nothing." Aro said pulling away. You sighed and looked over at Alec. You couldn't trust yourself to speak.

"She has no memorie." Alec answered for you. You walked behind, Alec. Feeling discomfort about the whole situation.

"Are you going to turn her?" Aro asked.

"No, not unless she wants it." Alec said nudging you more behind him.

"Don't touch me." You whispered.

Alec rolled his eyes at your comment but couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips from your cockiness.

"Very well, I guess I can make an exception just this once." Aro said. Alec let out an unnecessary sigh.

"Where will she be staying?" Aro asked.

"My room. I hope that's fine." Alec said.

"That's fine."

"Thank you master." Alec said.

"But one more thing. Marcus, is it a true connection?" Aro asked.

"You already know it is." Marcus sighed.

"Very well, you are dismissed." Aro said. You got another uneasy feeling so you grabbed the back of Alec's coat.

"Are you okay, Mi Amor?" Alec asked closing the door to the throne room.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I think. I just don't feel right." You said trailing behind him. You felt connected to him. You didn't want to, but you did.

"Are you hungry? I can go get you something to eat." Alec said turning around to face you.

"Um, sure." You said not meeting his eyes.

"Something is wrong, I can feel it." Alec said.

"I just feel weird. Is there a bathroom somewhere?" You asked.

"It's right over there." Alec said pointing to a dark hallway. You gulped.

"Would you walk me?" You asked looking into his ruby eyes.

"Are you scared, Mi Amor." Alec asked smirking at you.

"No, I just, never mind." You said walking into the dark hallway and into the bathroom.

"Cocky asshole." You mumbled closing and locking the door.

You looked into the mirror seeing a wound right under your hairline. It looked like it had been cleaned.

You started seeing flashes of a pale girl with fire colored hair. You got dizzy and fell to the floor. You saw her throw you into a tree. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, but it didn't work. You covered your mouth and started sobbing.

"Mi Amor!" Alec said knocking on the door. You leaned up and unlocked it. Alec entered and saw you on the floor. He fell to his knees and brought you into his arms.

"What happened?" He asked rubbing your head.

"I remember something, I was attacked by another vampire." You said hyperventilating.

"Sh, it's okay." Alec said holding you closer to his chest.

"Alec." You said wrapping your arms around his neck. This is the closest you have ever been to him.

"What if she comes back." You whispered.

"Whoever the hell this person is. You are the most protected human right now. Nothing will ever happen to you while I'm here." Alec said looking into your pink puffy eyes.

"Promise." You said.

Alec wiped the tears off your cheek with his gloved hand. "Promise." He whispered.

You laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

"Are you going to sleep, Mi Amor?" Alec asked. But you never responded. He picked you up and carried you into his bedroom and laid you on the bed.

"Goodnight, Mi Amor." Alec whispered. He placed a kiss on your head and sat on the red loveseat. Just to make sure you didn't need him again.

@prettyinblack231 @wolfpackgirlss @rexburn12 @kuro-chara

[sardonic-courtney]

Crowley x Reader. We Met Before. P2/7

Summary: You end up living with Bobby after your parents die. You go to church and meet Priest Crowley and you end up getting along (if you know what i mean). A few years later when Bobby passes you move the the bunker with Sam and Dean and end up meeting Crowley again.

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 Part 7

Warnings: Mention of loss, Spelling mistakes, Picture of gun (straight after keep reading), you go to church?

Around 1700 words.

Meeting:

(Around season 5 but not following story at all)

…the day before your 18th birthday. The day you can finally start training and helping on hunts. You fall asleep after the movie and wake up to your alarm reading 8.30am (Birthdate) Sunday. The day you had been waiting for. You could finally start training. Well after Sunday service, it was something your mother never failed to attend no matter what state she was hunting in and you kept that alive, even if you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about religion, but going helped you feel close to your mum again, and after hearing briefly about what the Winchesters had gone though it could be useful to learn a bit more. You got ready and headed to the kitchen where you met with Bobby.

“Happy Birthday kid” he said trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible, even though he had woken up kinda early on a weekend.

“Hey, I’m 18 now, no longer a kid.” You smiled at him.

He shook his head in response chuckling as he grabbed an envelope with a box attached to it. When you received it you could see your name written messily on the envelope in a blue ink, you opened it and to no surprise was a card with (Your fav animal) wearing a hat, just like every year. You smiled and read the inscription inside. Then headed for the black box with a gold ribbon loosely tied around, Bobby had never been the best at bows, but you love the effort. Untying and opening the box you see a silver gun with carvings on, and a wooden handle with a pentacle carved. (Like below but you can change to preference)

“I know it's not much, but it was your dad’s, the boys found it when they…” he trailed of for a second. “when they were searching the nest, I thought it was the best time to give it to you, seeing as you’re so god damned persistent on training.”

“I love it Bobby, thank you so much” You gently lay it on the table and encase him in a hug, which he allows for a few seconds”

“Alright” He said patting your back and stepping away, “just because you have a gun doesn’t mean you are ready to hunt though. Understood?”

“Yeah I know” you reply trying not to laugh at his stern expression.

“Right well there’s some (f/f) if your hungry” he said moving to reveal a plate behind him.

“Oh my gosh you didn’t have to” You say looking at the counter with a neatly plated breakfast. You grabbed it and sat down enjoying the change from the usual cereal or toast, and with a mouth half full asked. “When can I start?”

“Lunch time. We will start with some basics ways to hunt and defend yourself.”

You were about to speak when he interrupted guessing your thoughts.

“You won’t be going on any hunts anytime soon until you are 100% ready. You can help out with some of the research though”

You rolled your eyes, as if you didn’t already help with the research. You finished your food and said your goodbyes, Bobby probably heading back to bed for a nap, you left heading for church to see Priest Peter. He was a nice priest and you got to know him a bit with the visits you made.

You were stood outside the church on time at 9:30 when you friend Lena came up and you started heading in. Lena was lovely, you had met at your first church service and continues to go together ever since. You didn’t really see each other outside, but you grew close nonetheless. She was only a year older than you but sometimes it seemed like she was half her age. She like the rest of people outside your small family didn’t know it was your birthday, and you liked that.

“So (Y/N), did you hear Priest Peters gone away for a while?” she spoke grinning at you, unlike you she didn’t like Peter, said his voice made her want to sleep.

“What, how come? I didn’t hear anything” you replied completely confused.

“Yep, No one knows for sure, but I think it's something about a family member getting married in Australia.”

“So, do we have Marcus today then?” Marcus was as you called him jr Peter, he was still in training and followed Peter around like a lost dog.

“Must do” She replied smiling, she never said it but you could tell she liked Marus a lot more, you took your seats, you sat on the second row back always. It was good for the winter because it was next to a heater, and good for the summer because it was near an openable window. You and Lena sat and talked about pointless things until everyone had sat down and the service started.

The priest walked up, but it wasn’t Marcus or anyone you had ever seen before. It was a very attractive man. He had messy hair, and very short beard on his pale skin. He was slightly chubby and wearing the usual priest get up, but for some reason seemed slightly us of place. Your eyes were drawn to him, it was like you couldn’t look away.

“Good Morning. I am Father Crowley, and I will be covering for Peter whilst he is away at his sister’s wedding.” he spoke confirming Lenas rumor.

He had a beautiful English accent and managed to get everyone's attention without raising his voice. The service went on as usual, although you payed more attention to the man in front of you instead of his teachings of God. Before long, it was over, and you all got up to give blessings and mingle a bit before you were to go. After a while Lena had left having to go run an errand, and you were talking to an old woman you did the occasional job for who lived about 5 minutes away. Just as you finished your conversation and the women went out, your phone buzzed, and you pulled it out of your pocket. 10.45 am, and two new messages.

One from Sam “Morning (Y/N), Happy Birthday, hope you have a good day, me and Dean will try to visit soon, I found a book in the bunker library you will like.”

Another from Dean “Happy Birthday (N/N) good luck training today, have a good one. Me and Sammy will swing round in a couple weeks to check in and make sure Bobby’s not driving you too crazy. Be safe xx”

You smiled as you slid your phone away deciding to reply later. You had been close to the Winchesters after the accident, both becoming brothers to you, Dean was however much more protective of you then Sam was. You looked around and noticed you were the last to leave, as you turned towards the doors you noticed Father Crowley still stood there looking at you.

“Did you enjoy the service?” he asked casually walking over to you.

You hesitated a moment before replying with a simple “Yes”. You don’t know why but he made you feel slightly nervous, not in a bad way, but you couldn’t describe it. You noticed up close his eyes were a sort of green colour.

“Good, I’m new to holding services to be honest with you…”

“(Y/N)” you filled in the blank.

“(Y/N) what a lovely name. Do you always come to church (Y/N)?” He asked lingering on your name.

“Yes, Father every week” you replied composing yourself a little. “It seemed like you had done a thousand services before, I don’t think anyone noticed”

“Thank you, and please just call me Crowley, I’m not a big fan of the whole Father thing” he said smiling. “What were your thoughts on the passage read today?”

“I’m not sure. I think in some ways it………...but it seems a bit………” You gave your opinion and Crowley responded with a grin.

“I agree completely. Well I assume you will be here next week?”

“Yes, I will be, and you?”

“Peter will still be away so it will be me again for at least another 2 weeks. Would you perhaps like to meet up after service for coffee and discus some more of your views?”

“Sure, I would love to” you replied trying to hide your smile, “I better get going though, goodbye Crowley.”

“Until next time” he nodded as you left to go back home.

Meeting up next week? For coffee? You thought as you walked along the path. Okay (Y/N) don’t think to much into it, he just wants to talk about the service. Oh, why did I agree, I don’t want to sit and talk to a priest about the bible, although I do want to talk to this specific priest more. Why am I even worrying about it it’s not like it’s a date, can priests even date? I wouldn’t even want it to be, he seems nice and he is attractive, but if he can date he's probably already married he did seem a bit older. It's probably a group thing and he just invited me along to go with them, of course that makes sense.

You finally arrived though the front door and are greeted with the sound of yelling coming from in the house.

“…no, you idjit, you’re supposed to give them the second number if you want the FBI………. Just don’t mess up again your lucky I have common sense.” He put the phone down just as you walked in the room.

“What was that?” You asked sitting on a chair.

“The wheelers, giving out the wrong numbers again. Your back later than usual service run over?” He asked looking at his watch.

“No just stayed to chat a bit after, it was a new priest.”

“Ahh I see, well do you want to watch a film seeing as its your birthday we could go get some snacks and rent a movie?”

“No way, you’re not getting out of this one, you said we would train at noon, its 11:30. We can watch a film after.” You looked up at him and he frowned.

“I don’t know kid, maybe we should wait another year.”

“Nope no chance, I’m going to get changed and then we can start.” Bobby looked unimpressed so you added on a “Please.” Giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine all right, alright go change we can start today”

“Yay thank you” You yelled heading up the stairs to get changed.

 A/N I don’t really know what a service looks like because i haven't been to one for ages, so apologise about that. Sorry if your names Lena as well don't worry show wont be mentioned much. Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed it. :D

[vintagedaydreams]

True Love Never Runs Smoothly

Twilight Fic this time! I took some liberties with the mating bond - can’t have angst if it’s HEA at first sight, right? Again, this is just a scene! This is not a finished piece by any means.

Carlisle x Female Reader

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts mentioned a few times throughout. Language.

4,406 words

Enjoy!

    Volterra, Italy. A walled city in the middle of Italy, you know, the country that's on the opposite continent of America? Yes, that Volterra, Italy. A place you'd never been to in your life.

    And yet, here you were. With the Cullen family and your mate. Your mate that you didn't know was your mate and who you actually thought was already happily mated to another. Another vampire. Your mate, Carlisle and Esme, his apparent not-mate vampire friend.

    Can you say homewrecker? Ever since you found out that Carlisle was your mate and not Esme's, (the woman who had treated you like another daughter since the day Bella dragged your human self over to their house), you've been practicing that word. Homewrecker. Homewrecker. Homewrecker.

    Carlisle was a great guy...er, vampire, and seriously, he was not only gorgeous, but kind, compassionate, caring, sweet, gentle, (did you already mention gorgeous?), but, he'd been taken! And quite happily for quite some time.

    Then you walk in, unprepared and unawares, and suddenly, BAM!, no more 'I love you, Esme'. Did you ever feel like a heel, or what?

    To make matters worse, assuming they could get worse, you'd all been summoned to Volterra. For multiple reasons. Apparently Bella and you being human still was something of a problem and because Carlisle and Esme had marked each other as mates, even though they weren't "true mates", Carlisle was going to be punished. Supposedly, since you was his mate yet he'd marked another and been marked in return, you were slighted.

    Quite frankly, you felt as if you should be the one getting punished. You'd just destroyed his and Esme's relationship that they'd had for like...decades!

    What if you didn't want to be the bitch who tore people apart?

    A gentle hand on your elbow startled you out of your thoughts and you turned to see Carlisle, looking down at you in concern.

    "There is nothing for you to be worried about, (Y/N)," he said quietly, with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. You'd seen a lot of that recently. The mating pull, as Edward had explained to you, was in effect, making Carlisle super protective, possessive and worried about you.

    But you could see that he wasn't happy about it. He was no longer quite the care-free doctor you'd first met. Now, there was more of a stoop to his shoulders and it weighed heavy on your own heart to know that your mate wasn't content with you.

    Apparently, this 'mating pull' went both ways. Super.

    The doors before you all were suddenly opened and you were beckoned into the throne room. You walked in beside Carlisle with Esme, Edward and Bella behind you. You would rather have been just about anywhere other than here under these circumstances.

    Maybe you could just die? You mentally rolled your eyes at yourself. Okay, so that sounded a bit melodramatic. A bit Bella-like, actually. But...everything would go back to normal then, right? Esme, (whom you'd started to think of as another mother), would get Carlisle back and Carlisle...well, he didn't seem too sold on this whole, 'You’re his mate' thing, so it probably wouldn't be that hard for him to bounce back. Bella would understand since she'd already tried dying multiple times for her loved ones and the rest of the Cullen family weren't incredibly happy with you for stealing their dad away from their mom.... This could work. 'Course, you'd have to make sure Carlisle wouldn't get punished again, but if you made it look like an accident and not that you'd actually died because of this whole mating thing, then he couldn't get into any trouble for it!

    You started to think of all the ways it could happen. Your family hadn't spoken to you since you moved to Forks almost six months ago, so they'd be fine. Stuff like this happens all the time. Well, not the whole 'suicide so your mate and his family can be happy like they were before you showed up', but accidents did happen all the time...

    A low noise brought you out of your thoughts and you looked around, a bit startled at the...growl?...that you could hear. Glancing over at Carlisle, you saw him looking back at Edward in confusion and worry.

    Curiosity peaked, you too turned to look at Eddie and your eyes widened in surprise. He was the one growling and he was....glaring at you. With a dangerous glint to his coal black eyes. You could've sworn they were gold when everyone stepped off the plane. His hunger couldn't be that severe! He managed a whole plane flight with you and Bella, so being surrounded by vamps wouldn't make him thirsty.

    "Edward?" Carlisle asked quietly, his hand once again taking residence on your elbow. Pulling gently, the golden eyed doctor drew you closer to him than you were before.

    You willed yourself not to melt into him. He was only doing this because of the mating pull. He really loved Esme, not you. And soon, he'd be free to love her again.

    Edward's growling suddenly grew louder.

    Your eyes widened and all the blood rushed from your face. Oh crap. Edward, the vampire telepath. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you mentally berated yourself. You were a bloody idiot.

    Putting on your own scowl and matching glare, you turned further to face Edward.

    "Would you get out of my head already?" you demanded. ‘And preferably not tell anyone what you heard since it's really none of your bloody business in the first place,’ you continued mentally.

    What a ponce to just waltz into your head and start reading your thoughts!

    "Edward?" Carlisle asked again and when Edward didn't answer, only kept growling, Carlisle turned to you. "(Y/N)? What's the matter?"

    You turned away from Edward and back to the thrones in front of your procession where the three Volturi kings were seated and staring at you. Really. Floor, just open up and swallow you now.

    "Nothing," you murmured to the vampire next to you. "Eddie just needs to learn personal boundaries." The Carlisle you had met before he'd realized the mating pull would've still been concerned, but dropped the subject since you obviously didn't want to talk about it.

    This new Carlisle who was forced to play dutiful mate, frowned and drew you into his side tighter before asking, "What were you thinking to make him growl like this?"

    You tensed and gave the poor doctor a fake, sweet smile. "If I wanted any of you to know, I wouldn't have thought it, I would've said it out loud."

    Cold and kinda bitchy, but you had to distance yourself. And fast. You'd always been drawn to Carlisle since you’d seen and heard of him around Forks before actually meeting him. And even though you knew he didn't love or want you, his concern and the Pull's possessive and protective side to him was beginning to wear you down. If you weren’t careful, you'd actually start to believe he liked you that way! And then you really would be a homewrecker. As it was right now, you were fighting it, just like he was, and so were a victim, just like him and Esme. But the minute you started to let the mating pull win, you'd jump to the category of Marriage Destroyer.

    You just wanted him happy. Even if it wasn't with you.

    Edward's growls suddenly died off and you gave a small smile, thinking he'd finally seen reason with your line of thinking and this was over.

    Boy, were you ever wrong.

    Aro had cleared his throat, focusing the attention on him.

    "A very spirited mate you have there, dear friend," was the first thing out of the vampire king's mouth. Carlisle gave a small smile. That once again was a shadow of his former smiles.

    "Thank you, Aro. She will certainly keep me on my toes." 

    You mentally snorted again. Sure you would.

    Aro suddenly stood and glided down to the group, stopping a few feet away. "My dear friend, I regret having to do this particular ceremony with you, but as is part of our laws and customs, it must be done."

    Carlisle inclined his head. "I understand, Aro. And I appreciate your sentiments on the matter."

    You felt your throat start to close up at the thought of Carlisle's punishment, whatever it would be, just because he marked and was marked in return by the women he loves. How was that fair?

    Your attention was suddenly diverted back to Aro as he took a few steps forward to stand in front of you.

    "My dear, if you would step up next to me?" he asked, holding out a hand. You'd heard about Aro's gift and mentally cursed. Great. All your planning that you hadn't even finished yet, would be heard by yet another mind reader. But maybe there was a way to block certain thoughts? Edward had told Bella and yourself that Aro could hear every thought you'd ever had. Past tense. So maybe if you continued thinking your plans, they wouldn't be able to be seen...?

    It was worth a try.

    So, with a deep breath, and more low growls from Edward, you stepped forward, placing your hand in Aro's.

    Surprisingly gentle, the vampire king pulled you away from the half of the Cullen coven and up towards the thrones. You had made it to the base of the stairs leading up to the other two kings when Aro suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, (no pun intended), and swiftly turned to stare at you.

    Judging by the now tense atmosphere in the room, you were going to hazard a guess to say that this wasn't part of the normal proceedings.

    "Brother?" one of the kings, Marcus you thought, asked in a quiet voice. Still staring unblinking at you, Aro didn't answer for a moment.

    "Aro?" Carlisle asked, worry prominent in his voice. You tried to smother the wince that crossed your face; you didn't want him to be in pain or unhappy anymore! But judging by Aro's suddenly sharper gaze, you figured you'd failed. Apparently, he'd also read your thoughts from just a little while ago, so change that fail to an Epic Fail.

     How wonderful.

    "Brother," Aro suddenly asked, seeming to snap out of his stupor and continuing you both up the stairs to his throne, "what do their lines look like?"

    No one in the room needed to have 'their' clarified and you all waited with baited breath to see what Marcus would discover.

    Seeming to zone out for a few moments, Marcus' eyes suddenly refocused and he answered, "They are strong, brother. But not as strong as other true mates."

    All eyes turned to you. Edward's brows were drawn into a deep glare and you uncomfortably looked away. The family would either hate you because you were with their 'dad' or hate you because you had freed him from your bond. Either way you was screwed.

    "Hm," Aro murmured thoughtfully, "I wonder if it is because she is human or because of...something else." He threw a significant look at you that you ignored the best you could.

    Edward started growling again.

    "Aro," Carlisle's voice growled out, impatient. "What is going on with my mate?"

    "I think, my dear friend, that that is a question best left for said mate to answer. However, first, I believe our ceremony should get underway."

    Immediately, all the Cullen's stiffened. Only Bella and you remained unaware to what exactly that meant.

    "(Y/N)," Aro said suddenly, taking a seat in his throne and gently pulling you to stand beside him, "your mate, Carlisle has marked and been marked in return by another. Now, as a human, you probably do not feel as insulted as a vampire would, for this is one of the worst things that a true mate can do to another. The highest form of cheating our world has."

    Carlisle's head bowed down as if under a huge weight and Esme looked from him to you with shiny eyes. Tears? Great, as if you didn't feel awful before...   

    "As his actual mate," Aro continued when you didn't say anything, "you get to decide how he should be punished."

    It was quiet for a moment before you suddenly blinked and snapped your head down to Aro's. "What? Me?"

    The vampire king nodded. "Yes, you. You were the one slighted and so, you are the one to demand the compensation. We've seen a few cases of this over the years. Some vampires have their mates tortured to teach them a lesson, others have had their mates kill the vampire they mistakenly marked while a few have even had their mates dismembered for a few centuries."

    Your eyes, which had gotten progressively wider now threatened to pop out of your head. Why was everything so violent with these people? You were suddenly even more thankful that you weren’t a vampire... You didn't want to feel the need to have Carlisle do any of those things!

    "Since you are human, my guard is at your disposal for whichever method you choose that you cannot fulfill yourself. Of course, you don't have to do any of those options. You are free to choose whatever you wish."

    You were silent as you stared at the Cullen's, mind racing to try and find a way that would appease the ceremony but that didn't involve hurting anybody. Especially Carlisle.

    "Might I suggest the second option that other slighted mates have used in the past?" Aro spoke up after a few minutes of you trying to figure a way out. Your eyes snapped to his. "The option where you have your mate kill the woman he marked that was not you. I do believe this will solve quite a lot in this case."

    You’re not really sure where you got the guts to do it, but you glared heatedly down at Aro's smirking face. He knew of your plan to get Carlisle and Esme back together and was just saying that to get a rise out of the Cullen's.

    And it worked.

    Bella gasped while Esme's eyes shot to yours. She quickly averted her gaze, though you could see her hands trembling. Edward was looking at you with an unreadable expression and Carlisle... Carlisle looked miserable and heartbroken. He honestly thought...they all honestly thought you would...

    You felt tears sting your eyes. Did they really have so little faith in you? Think so little of you that they thought you would have Carlisle tear apart the women he loves because they had marked each other? Were you really that awful of a person to them? You didn't choose to be his mate! You didn't mean to take him away from anybody!

    A stubborn tear broke free and languidly trailed down the side of your face.

    Edward's face bore the softest expression you'd ever seen pointed in your direction and you shut your eyes to block him out. You didn't need his pity. Or anybody else’s.

    "No," you finally choked out, causing all of your procession's eyes to snap to you. You were sure you looked a sight and you felt a few more tears leak out of your eyes. Well, you'd gotten your wish. You did feel like you were being punished. Seeing how little regard they had for you...thinking you would actually consent to have Carlisle do any of those things...

    "If I don't wish to punish him?" you asked Aro, suddenly tired and worn out. You wanted nothing more than to just be done. With everything and everyone.

    "If you wished to let him go without a punishment for his crime, there is nothing we could do to stop you. As the slighted mate, you have the final word. Our job is only to give you the opportunity to do so," Aro answered you, crimson eyes boring into your own. You nodded weakly, inclining your head.

    "Thank you for the opportunity. But I do not wish to inflict any punishment. On either of them." Aro nodded after a moment and stood, gently grasping your hand and formally announcing it to the court that this particular ceremony was over.

    "Now my dear," he said quietly as you both walked down the stairs towards the others, "I do believe some rest is in order."

    You gave him a weak smile. "I'd have to agree," you murmured back.

    You stopped feet away from the Cullen group gathered and Carlisle took a step forward. Golden eyes tried to search yours, but you let your eyes drop to the floor. It was just the mating pull and curiosity on why you didn't punish him. Nothing more. And you really didn’t want him to see how much he had hurt you. You were going to really need to think long and hard about how to best make your death look like an accident. You weren’t about to stay here with them...with him. First, you’d destroyed his relationship with his wife and apparently that made you enough of a monster to want to have Carlisle kill her. Kill her! As if you would want that to happen!

    “We have rooms set up for all of you,” Aro said suddenly, letting your arm go with a final, gentle pat. He was being ridiculously nice...nothing at all like what you’d heard about him before.

    “The rest of my Coven are already in their rooms, Aro,” Carlisle said quietly, stepping forward to you, “but if you could just direct me to our room, I’d be grateful.”

    Our room. He’d said our room. And judging by the sudden hand on your elbow, he’d meant you and him, not him and Esme.

    Oh dear. That wouldn’t work at all. You wouldn’t, couldn’t, spend any more time together! And why would you want to, anyway? He wasn’t happy about this arrangement and honestly thought you were going to have him kill his wife!   

    With newfound courage and anger sweeping through you, you jerked your arm away from his gentle hold. A flash of something went through Carlisle’s golden eyes, but you refused to try and figure out what it was. Your resolve to distance yourself, and be angry at him, was hanging by a thread as it was.

    “I suggest that Bella and (Y/N) stay together in our room,” Edward piped up suddenly. “It’s been a trying day for the both of them and I’m sure they could use the familiarity of each other.”

    Relief flooded you. ‘Thank you, Edward.’

    To your surprise, a low growl sounded out from beside you and you turned to see Carlisle, his eyes black, glaring at Edward. Your own eyes widened. You’d never seen him look so....feral before.

    It was actually kind of hot.

    Edward’s brows shot up and you sighed. One step forward, three steps back.

    “You would take my mate away from me?” Carlisle growled darkly, hands clenching into fists. Edward drew Bella back behind him protectively.

    “How about Bella and I stay in our room,” you broke in suddenly, causing everyone’s eyes, including Carlisle’s to shoot to yours, “and you go stay in Edward’s room with him.”

    “And what do you have against staying with me?” Carlisle growled at you, eyes turning even darker, if that was possible. Your original plan to just suffer in silence and try and break it off quietly suddenly went up in flames as you snapped.

    “And what do you have against me being without you?” you demanded, feeling anger thrum through your body, making your blood boil. “What, afraid I’ll sentence you to kill Bella too? Because apparently, I’m such a vindictive bitch that I’d make you kill off the women you love as a bogus punishment for a mating I don’t even want!” Carlisle’s eyes were back to a surprised golden and you vaguely registered the dead silence in the room around you and all eyes trained on you. But you were too wound up to care. The dam had broken and all the pent-up hurt feelings and anger at the situation you’d been feeling for the last few weeks came rushing out.

    “I’m not blind, Doctor, and I’m not stupid! I know you don’t love me and don’t want to, but news flash, this wasn’t exactly my idea! Do you really think I wanted to be a homewrecker? Do you think I planned to come walking into your life and steal you away from the woman you loved enough to not only marry a dozen times, but mark as well? Really? Do you think I enjoy having your family glare at me and ignore me simply because our eyes met? Because I don’t! I hate it! In fact, I’ve been thinking of ways to ‘end it all’ just so you can get back to Esme! Because it’s fucking obvious that you don’t want to be with me!” You felt tears well up in your eyes, but you willed yourself to be strong. Just for a few more seconds, and then you could leave his presence. 

    You could have heard a pin drop with how quiet the throne room was. You realized that your normal voice in the beginning had ended up in a shout there at the end and you cringed to think that every vampire in the castle heard it.

    Great. All of the Cullen’s and then some. Well, at least you wouldn’t have to repeat it or risk anything getting lost in translation since it didn’t have to be retold. A small, miniscule comfort.

    Taking a deep breath, you tried to keep the tears at bay, but one rebelled and fell anyway.

    Carlisle took a step forward, a gentle whisper of your name on his lips but you hastily stepped back, swiping a hand across your face.

    “Don’t, please,” you whispered brokenly. Carlisle froze, but your eyes dropped to the floor, not wanting to look at him. You had so little strength when it came to him. You wanted to just fall into his arms and live out your happily ever after, but that looked to have little chance. You had to be strong.

    “Come, Cara Mia,” Aro said suddenly, his hand once again gently taking yours. “I shall have Jane prepare another room for you. Isabella, perhaps you would like to join her?”

    “You should stay with Edward, Bells,” you interjected before she could say anything. “I know you two will be more at ease tonight if you’re with each other. Besides, I just need...some time alone.”

    “Not to kill yourself?” Esme murmured aghast, the first thing she’d said to you in weeks.

    You gave a dry, humorless chuckle. "Esme, please don't insult either one of us by pretending you care."

    Jane was suddenly in front of Aro. “Her room is ready, Master.” You gave her a small, tired smile of gratitude which, surprisingly, she acknowledged with a slight nod.

    “Excellent, my Jane,” Aro praised. Turning to look over at you he called out, “Felix? Do be a good lad a show this lovely lady to her room, won’t you? I believe some council with the Cullen’s is in order.”

    The giant of a vampire known as Felix was suddenly right behind you and he laid a gentle hand on your shoulder. Carlisle gave a low, deep growl, but instead of taking his hand off of you, Felix growled right back, shocking the heck out of you.

    The Volturi were acting nothing like what you’d been told about them. It made you wonder what else may not be true about what the Cullen’s had told you about their world.

    “Edward, you and Isabella are also free to go to your room. We shall discuss your situation tomorrow,” Aro said graciously, giving both Edward and Bella a small smile.

    “Thank you, Aro,” Edward murmured, giving you a final, soft look before gently steering Bella out of the Throne Room.

    “Carlisle, old friend, I think perhaps you, dear Esme and myself need to have a little chat,” Aro continued, stepping forward until he was in front of you and Felix.

    Looking as if he didn’t want to, but knowing he had no choice, Carlisle nodded slowly, Esme following suit.

    “Felix,” Aro said over his shoulder, “stand guard outside (Y/N)’s room. If you hear anything...unusual, let yourself in and stop her, hm?”

    You gave an eye roll as Felix and you headed towards the door. That was the last time you said anything about ‘ending it all’ in front of these people. You weren’t going to get a moments peace from here on out, you were sure.

    The heavy doors shut behind you with a loud thud and you felt all the energy you had while standing up to Carlisle drain from you. But before you could slip to the ground, or even stumble, Felix’s arms were suddenly around you and hoisting you up into his arms.

    “Allow me to carry you, (Y/N),” he said with a small smile. “It’d be faster and easier on you.”

    “No complaints here,” you murmured tiredly, leaning into him. Cripes, you were exhausted. No more emotional upheaval for you, thanks.

    Felix was right, it was much faster. Within a few seconds, he was putting you down outside a large door in a deserted hallway.

    “This is your new room Jane prepared for you,” Felix explained as he opened the door. With all that had just gone on, you didn’t really see the decoration, just vague colors of tan and light blue. Very calming and you sent Jane another mental thank you.

    “Thanks, Felix,” you murmured, stepping into the room and zeroing in on the bed.

    “Of course, (Y/N). I’ll be in the hallway if you need me,” he said lowly and you gave a good natured eye-roll as he shut the door behind you.

    Yeah, next time, no blabbing about killing yourself. You were seriously going to get no peace from now on.

    You kicked off your shoes and flopped face down onto the bed. A shower sounded wonderful, to get rid of both tears and jet lag but, you were so tired...

    Screw it. You could take a shower when you got up.

    Wiggling under the covers, you shucked your pants and burrowed your face into the pillow. Maybe, this was all a horrible nightmare you’d wake up from later.

    One could always wish.