#like if you asked me that this is where we would end up two years ago I wouldn't have believed you

[nightingale-prompts]

After Image AU- DCxDP prompt

"Do you hate me?" He asked rolling to face Danny.

"No." Danny said simply "Go to sleep."

They had found shelter for the night, it was only temporary though. It was an old abandoned church next to a cemetery.

"But it's all my fault."

"Hush. Hating you would be the same as hating myself."

"They could have separated us."

"That would have killed us both. I may not like sharing a body but we are meant to stay together."

Danny knew they were wrong. That's what happens when your conciseness was split in two. One remained alive the other dead. They had the same memories and emotions but they were so different. The other's logic just diverged when it came to ghosts vs mortals. More then that neither knew who was the original. If there even was an original. Maybe the Danny from before no longer existed and the split made them imprints of what was no longer there.

Now they were Danny. They both had to believe they were the original. Because if they weren't...what were they.

But after everything that happened at least they weren't alone.

"We ruined everything"

"We survived."

"I miss them."

"I'll protect us."

That's all that matters anymore. Survive.

They weren't heros or villains. They were just victims of a situation they couldn't change. They had to figure something out soon though. Gotham was their best bet so far. If there was anywhere where they could live normally it was here. They disagreed about how to do it though.

"Being a goon for a bit might get us enough money."

"And what? We won't be able to get out and who's going to hire a 16 year old?"

"Plenty I bet. What is your plan then?"

"Maybe join the league. We have powers and-"

"And what? Study us? Separate us?!"

"You don't know."

"You don't either."

So who could they go to? They looked like they were nothing more than a homeless mentally ill teenager. Talking to himself wasn't helping his case. At this rate they'll end up at Arkham.

[whatifitis]

♡ I watched it begin again - LN 4 ♡

Summary: You've moved on and found happiness... when Lando reappears and tells you something you truly never expected to hear, but something you had also wished for for so long.

Author's Note: this is the much awaited part 2 to 'i wish you would've stay'. i wanna say a quick thank you to those who read part 1 and shared your thoughts on it, it really made me feel so special 😭 this part would not have been written without yall <3

WC: 2415

CW: fluff, maybe a very little amount of angst? pettiness, if you squint there's a sort of thrupple, or whatever the 4 count of that word is, hinting, overuse of song references

“Okay, I think it’s done.”

“Yay! I can finally see this masterpiece you’ve created.” you smiled. 

“Eh, masterpiece is a bit of a reach. But I definitely tried my hardest to capture your beautiful soul.”

“Ohhh, shush you. Flattering me so much.”

“It’s so you don’t hate me after you see this monstrosity.”

“Okay, enough yapping. Show me.” 

You watched as he took a deep breath and turned the sketchbook towards you.

“Oh. My. God.” you try to stifle your laugh. 

“Why are you laughing?” Gabe chuckled. 

“I’m not laughing. It’s beautiful. Oh my- Where were you when it was time for senior photos?”

“No. Fuck off. That’s rude.” you watched as Gabe tossed a pillow at you and tried to refrain from laughing as hard as you are. 

You were laughing so hard it was getting hard to breathe and tears were rolling down your face. Being with Gabe always felt so high school in a way. There was no pressure or drama within this place. It was just love. 

You and Gabe have been dating for a little over a year and it’s been the greatest time of your life. When the two of you met, you really weren’t looking for anything. You were focused on work and getting your life in line when he happened. 

Since he’s come into your life, it’s like everythings brighter. And while that may sound cliche, it’s true. He makes everything feel miniscule, like as long as he’s there at the end of the day, everything will be okay. 

He was something new as well. For so long, you had spent your time around boys and their expensive cars like range rovers and Aston Martins, but Gabe is just Gabe. He’s a real person who enjoys the same things that you do and he truly loves you for you. And he loves spending time with you. On your first date, he wasn’t ready for the date to be over, so he asked you to walk around Kohl’s with him. And still, to this day, he asks if you want to walk around Kohl’s together, just for a few more moments with you. 

He was the king of your heart.   

“Oh shit, I gotta get going. I have that meeting with Matt tomorrow about working on that album.” Gabe said as he stood up from the couch and stretched, “Can we meet for lunch? I don’t think I can wait all day to see you again.” pulling you closer to him, softly gripping your waist. 

“Definitely, I might be a bit late cause I need to talk to Marjorie about letting me in on that case.” 

“Amazing.” he said as he pressed his lips to yours, feeling your soft lips on his and pouring himself into you. 

The two of you pull apart and you walk him to the door of your apartment. 

“See you tomorrow, my love.” 

“Call me when you get home, please.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Gabe jokes, “At home, I’ve got to greet the most demanding and most precious person in my life. She deserves all my attention.”

“Olive is a cat and she is far from precious.”

“You’re just jealous she prefers lying on me rather than you.”

“We’re girls! There’s a girl code and she’s not sticking to it.”

“I’ll see if I can talk some sense into her then. For the love of my life.” Gabe says, pecking your lips one final time before walking off. 

“Save some time for me.” you called out. 

“All my time is yours, my darling.” 

He turns the corner and once he’s out of sight, you step back into your apartment and close the door. You turn your back to press against the door and you couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across your face. Even after all this time, he still makes your heart skip. 

You started to get ready for bed and had just settled into your bedsheets when your phone started playing your ringtone for Gabe, ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ by Rick Astley. You don’t remember exactly how it became one of your songs, but it somehow made its way there. You’d even joked with him how if the two of you ever broke up, you hoped that Rick Rolling would become a thing again so that he would be tormented with the thought of you. 

You picked up the phone to hear some shuffling on the other line. “Hello?” you call out. 

“Hey, sorry. I was just taking off my jacket. I made it home.”

“Amazing. How’s home?” 

“It’s okay. Would be better if you were here with me.”

“You just spent all day with me. Are you not sick of me?” you half-joked. 

“I could never be sick of you. You’re my favorite thing the universe gifted us on earth.”

“Stop. You’re gonna make me cry.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I don’t like making you cry, unless it’s from laughter. Ya know, you’re really pretty when you laugh.”

“Only when I laugh?” you poke. 

“Nuh uh. You’re always pretty. So pretty that it almost kills me. But I really like it when you laugh. Especially when I’m the one making you laugh.”

“I like it when you make me laugh too.” you are practically melting at this man's words. He always has you wrapped around his finger and you think he knows. But little do you know, that’s how he feels about you. 

You turn to look at the clock by your bedside and sigh. Even after having him all day, somehow you just want him more. 

“I gotta go to sleep now, my angel. If I sleep now, I can get at least 7 hours of sleep.” you huff. 

“You should really sleep earlier so you can actually sleep well. We both know you’re not sleeping 7 hours with your sleeping habits.”

“Yeahhhh. Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow, darling.” 

“I’ll be waiting, love.” 

The silence sounds after the beep. Was this what true love felt like? Is this how it feels to be loved? How long has it been since someone made you feel like this? For a while, you thought the plane was going down. But someway, somehow, Gabe turned it right around. He would literally break his back to make you break a smile. For the first time ever, you were falling in love with someone who was falling in love with you. 

The next morning, after some strenuous phone calls and exhausting meetings, you excitedly made your way to the restaurant you were meeting Gabe at. You were running a bit early so you decided to take the scenic route to the restaurant, knowing Gabe wouldn’t be there for another 20 minutes. 

You were enjoying the afternoon sun and the fresh air that came with it when you heard something from behind, “Y/n?” 

Why does this person sound familiar? He sounds like… like someone but you can’t quite place your finger on it. 

“Y/n, is that you?” 

When you turn to see who it is, you’re met with them. Those eyes, the eyes you used to dream of. But now they look different, they look so dull and tired. His frame looks lighter and his smile looks torn. 

“Lando?”

“Wow, you look, I mean you look beautiful. You haven’t changed a bit since the last time I saw you.” he says, giving you a soft, shy smile. 

“Yeah. It’s been quite some time.” “Sorry. Uh, how have you been?” 

“I’ve been good. Really good, actually. How about you? How’s Hannah?”

“I’ve been okay and ehm, Hannah and I broke up last year.”

“Oh no. I’m sorry to hear. But I’m sure you’ll find someone. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, as they say.”

“Yeah. I’ve actually been thinking about you recently. Like, a lot.” he softly huffs. 

“Oh.”

“I’ve been meaning to reach out but I wasn’t sure how. I’m actually glad I ran into you now.”

“Lando, I think you-”

“No, please. Let me explain myself, please.”

You stood there for a beat, not knowing that to say. You couldn’t get a single word out. Why? It was just Lando. 

He watches your face, trying to study it and read what you’re thinking, but he can’t, “I have a lot to get off my chest. I won’t take long. Please.”

“Okay.”

With a deep inhale, Lando begins “I fucked up. Big time. I never should have, essentially, ghosted you. All you ever did was love me and care for me. But I just went off and dated another girl cause I didn’t realize it at the time. Y/n, if we’re being honest, I’m still in love with you. And it took a long time for me to realize. Everything is nothing without you. I’m nothing without you. I miss you so much and I regret ever letting you go. Can we start fresh, please? I won’t let you go this time. I’ll hold you closer than I ever did before.”

“I can’t. You hurt me a lot. It took me so long to realize I was going to be okay without you. It took me a long time to realize that it wasn’t my fault for you leaving. That I am good enough and capable of being loved. I’m happy now. I found someone that I love and who loves me. Like, truly loves me. He made me realize that nothing was wrong with me.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you were seeing someone. But, does he really make you happy? Happier than I ever made you?” there are tears brimming his eyes. 

“Yeah, he does. I don’t get it, Lando. I was happy for you when you met Hannah, why can’t you be happy for me?” 

“Because I know you still feel something for me. And I truly believe that the universe brought us here today for a reason. Our story isn’t over, y/n.”

“It is over. You can say we’ll be together someday, but things have changed. We’re not the same people we were before and I found my person.”

“So why can’t I stop feeling this way?” he says, a tear slipping down his face. “Because you’re human.” you say, reaching your hand to cup the side of his face, but you don’t. You stop yourself before your fingertips can feel his skin beneath yours because it isn’t fair to him. 

“Do you regret me?” he asks through a wavering voice. 

“No, I don’t regret you. You were one of the most beautiful chapters of my life and you taught me a lot. You know, I used to look for you in a sea of people, knowing you weren’t there. It’s kinda stupid cause we never really existed but-” “We did exist. Just not in the way we should’ve. The way we could’ve if I wasn’t a massive fuck up.”

“You’re not a fuck up. Listen, there was happiness because of you and there was happiness after you. That’s just the way life goes. So there will be happiness after this.’’

“I don’t want there to be an after you. I’m trying my best. I pray that you’ll come back to me one day. And if you do, I’ll give up my hopes and dreams in F1 cause I’ll have my biggest dream of all. You.”

“You can’t change things by loving someone harder. I used to wish you would’ve stayed. But this isn’t a fairytale where you’re my knight in shining armor. I found someone who actually treats me well. And the cost of trying isn’t greater than the reward of having me, to him. He actually loves me and wants to be with me. I used to be so naive and I would get so lost in your eyes, I didn’t realize that being in love wasn’t fighting to have the upper hand.” 

He’s near sobbing when he tells you, “I want to believe I haven’t lost you.”

“I’ll always be here for you. But I can’t be with you. It’s too late, Lando. My heart doesn’t soften to your name anymore.”

“Do you think there’s even a slight possibility that you could fall in love with me again?”

You look at him. This was the boy you once loved. The one you would’ve done anything for, even after everything he’d done. You used to wait for him to love you again. But now all you see is the boy who broke your heart and left you bereft and reeling. 

“No. I hope you find love, Lando. I really do. But it won’t be me. Not anymore.”

With that, you turn your back to him and walk away. It might’ve been harsh, but you couldn’t stand there any longer. The result wouldn't be different if you’d stayed longer and comforted him. You’re happy with Gabe and he has never given you a reason to doubt him. You’d been hurt enough by Lando. But every little moment led you right to where you should be. 

When you finally arrived at the restaurant, Gabe was already there. When he sees you, it’s like he saw you for the first time. There was a sparkle in his eyes and the toothiest grin spread across his face. 

He stands to greet you with a kiss that could heal every wound that might have reopened today. He pulls a chair out for you and takes his seat right at your side. 

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi. I’m sorry I’m late. It’s a long story and I can tell you all about it later. Right now I just want it to be us. Let the world fade away for a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan then. I already ordered your Coke with a lime. It should be on its way.” Gabe says as he plants a thousand soft kisses on your hand. He’s been doing it a lot lately, now that you think about it. 

“You’ve been kissing my hand a lot recently. Why?” you ask out of curiosity. 

“Because whenever I kiss your hand, you hold my face.” 

Gabe is a daydream and you’re the one he’s walking to. You think he’s the one thing you got right. 

You hear your phone ping on the table. You quickly open it to mute it for your lunch date but the text on the screen catches your eye. 

Oscah: So should Lily and I meet you guys at your place or ours? 😉 

Those who wanted to be tagged in part 2: @f1fantasys @jxnellat @hoeforsirius @nina-or-anna-or-nora @sturmatt @hurtblossom

[penbuddies64]

Contining on this post i really like the idea that sqh's parents also come to the moutain bi-yearly for the hoildays (sqh comes to their house for the other years) and almost every an ding disciple knows them either it it bc sqh's mom makes and gives out the best desserts (they're free also!) Or sqh's dad (if you literally just bump into him) just teaching you random stuff from how to make maple syrup or how to safely fall from enormous hights (sqh's dad learned how to make maple syrup for sqh's mom bc she wanted to try a new recipe but she didnt have the maple syrup to make it) and when after you meet them they leave you with just so much good healthy parental vibes that they could heal your mommy or daddy issues for a day

Then sqq meets them and is like 'how did you end up like this then?? To sqh and sqh is like 'i said they were good parents, not that i was a good person' and luo binghes in the backround worndering if his adoptive mother had a younger sister bc sqh's mom oddly similar to her and they have somewhat similar personalities (honestly i just like making sqh related to lbg in some way), or theres this time when new years comes every other two years where sqh cannot be disturbed and even if you try to follow him you'll just end up knocked out on the floor (sqh keeps his location of his parents very secure so that they arnt used against him (it happened once when a demon in mbj court tried to make him leave or they'll hurt his family (that demon has been kicked out and killed and that was one of the only times that mbj has his human so filled with rage (it was also really hot)))) anyways sqh also put a fuck ton of protecting and warding talismans to the point where his parents were like

'are you sure we need this much a-hua?'

And he was like 'ma you could never be so sure'

and they were like 'hm okay...'

and then there was this one time when sqq tried to find sqh on the third year since they met to celebrate for new years and he spent like days trying to find him himself and on the 4th day he asked the disciple he saw the most with sqh where tf he is and the disciple was like

Disciple: 'oh you cant find shizun at this time'

Sqq: 'oh really? Why?'

Disciple: 'he just goes somewhere at this time for the new years, no one knows where its just that you literally cant find him and every time somebody tried to they just ended up knocked out at the nearest inn'

Sqq: '... huh'

(Sqq thinks hes going to mbj place)

And only then would he find out in post cannon that the 2 random ppl that he only saw on new years talking with sqh was sqh's parents by him seeing the middle aged man ruffle sqh's hair in a playful manner and the middle aged woman pinch his cheeks and chastising him for not eating enough and asking a nearby disciple who were they for them to be doing that and the disciple answering

Disciple: 'oh those are shizuns parents, they're really nice'

Sqq: '???'

And then later sqq pulled sqh by the robes and said

'YOU DIDNT TELL ME YOU HAD PARENTS???'

And sqh says

'Well i didnt really have the chance to???'

You could the insults from another peak

Tbh ive thought of somthing that i thought would be very funny, what if sqh had like a good relationship with his (transmigrated) parents, like they sent him letters regularly and he replies and he visits them yearly for the holidays or smth cause like ive realized that other than sqq no one in the main cast like has any friendly relationships and im pretty sure that no one in the main cast has any non toxic familal relationships (tlj doesn't count he like the dead beatest of all dead beats) anyway as i was saying i think it would be good for fun factor if sqh had just like a normal family like bc i could just imagine him like transmigrating as a baby and like being kinda bewildered that like his parents were like really good compared to his last ones and even if he was like a 25-30 year old in a toddlers body he still has a toddler brain and the inner desire to be loved by his parents and also being shocked that he didnt have the classic sad backstory like most of the other villians he wrote, so like for the first few years that he regained his memories he always thought that his parents would switch up or smth but after like a few months he began to trust them, and like i could like imagine sqq an offhanded comment saying somthing to sqh ab having no parents or loving parents and sqh being like

"Um actually i do have parents and they love me alot!"

And sqq saying

"Wait what?"

And then sqh showing him like a letter that his parents sended him and then sqq being like

"Wait so you actually have nice and loving parents?"

And sqh being like

"Yep"

Or like sqh having mbj meeting the parents and mbj actually being very nervous for it like hes getting stressed ab what to wear or smth and sqh trying to calm him down

Like i just really like this idea

[mista-svech]

You Should Probably Leave - Lia Wälti x Reader

Part Two

Summary: Your’s and Lia’s complicated relationship always ended the same way, but neither of you knew how to resist.

Authors Note: This is my first fic I’ve wrote in about a year and a half, so bear with me. This is based off the song You Should Probably Leave by Chris Stapleton which I’m obsessed with currently. I might do a part two if wanted. Enjoy, and please leave feedback!

I know it ain't all that late

But you should probably leave

It was just supposed to be a casual night at the bar after a win with the team, nothing more, nothing less. But of course, nothing in your life was ever that simple especially when Lia was involved.

It was no secret that you and her had a very complicated relationship, that never really went anywhere, and kept hurting one or both of you. But despite everyone desperately trying to get the two of you to move on, nobody could. It always ended the same way, you falling into bed with the Swiss, and convincing her that it’s not a good idea. You knew deep down that it would just end the same way it always did, but that never seemed to keep you two apart.

So here you are, sat across from her in a dimly lit bar, surrounded by the quiet buzz of conversations surrounding you two. You quickly glance down at the time on your phone seeing how it’s only 9pm, but you know if you stay any longer you won’t be able to resist her.

The conversation was easy between the two of you, as it always was. But somewhere along the way, it shifted. The way her gaze lingered a little too long, the way her laugh held a note of something unspoken it all felt too familiar. So you spoke up, “Lia, I should probably get going”

And I recognize that look in your eyes

Yeah, you should probably leave

You couldn’t help but feel it, that flutter in your chest every time she looked at you with her hazel eyes. Deep down you knew she agreed with you, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.

'Cause I know you and you know me

And we both know where this is gonna lead

You shifted in your seat, trying to hide the way your heart betrayed everything you knew would happen. She caught the movement, her eyes narrowing slightly in concern.

“Everything okay?” she asked, her voice smooth like velvet but with a hint of something searching, something soft.

You hesitated, biting your lip. “I-, Lia I- should probably get going back home…”

Lia studied you for a moment, her brow furrowing, before she leaned back, giving you a knowing look. She knows what will happen if you two stay in each others company much longer, “Uh yeah, we probably should..”

You want me to say that I want you to stay

So you should probably leave

Yeah, you should probably leave

The two of you just stare into each others eyes for what feels like an hour, you know that look. The look where she is waiting for you to ask her to come with you, but you just stare back. Despite trying to leave multiple times, you never actually get up from the barstool. All you do is let out a sigh and think to yourself I really should leave, yeah…

There's still time for you to finish your wine

Then you should probably leave

You tell yourself that you will stay long enough to finish your beer until you call the uber. Whatever to make yourself feel better right?

And it's hard to resist, alright, just one kiss

Then you should probably leave

The more she looked at you, the more you felt the walls you’d built start to crumble. You had to pull away, had to stop this before it went any further, but something inside of you just couldn’t. She kisses you, and obviously you kissed back.

“Lia…” you muttered, pulling away. You could feel the weight of her gaze pressing on you, and it was both comforting and overwhelming.

Cause I know you and you know me

But we both know where this is gonna lead

You want me to say that I want you to stay

So you should probably leave

Yeah, you should probably leave

Despite everything that you thought you knew about Lia and You, you still couldn’t bring yourself to walk away. Yet still you thought to yourself, I should probably leave. Again whatever you had to do to make yourself feel better.

Like a devil on my shoulder, you keep whisperin' in my ear

And it's gettin' kinda hard for me to do the right thing here

I wanna do the right thing, baby

Once again she gave me that look, and I gave it right back. Being a professional footballer, you always were very strong mentally. Except when it came to her, you were practically fighting everything in your heart that wanted you to stay. You knew that if you stayed it would only hurt you as well as her in the morning, but as fate would have it you couldn’t do the right thing.

You swallowed hard, heart racing in your chest as you tried to avoid her gaze. You knew what she meant, all she had to do was say the words and you would gladly go home with her, and vice versa.

“You should probably leave,” you found yourself whispering, your words far too honest for your own good. You wanted to run, to escape the pull she had over you, but instead you found yourself in the back of an uber tangled up with the Swiss, on the way to her apartment.

Sun on your skin, 6 a.m.

And I been watchin' you sleep

And honey, I'm so afraid you're gonna wake up and say

That you should probably leave

The next morning you roll over to see Lia’s back turned to you, sun glistening on her skin. You start thinking about how maybe this time was different, and that you two would actually get together. You’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts, at the sight of Lia stirring.

'Cause I know you and you know me

And we both know where this is gonna lead

I want you to stay, but you'll probably say

That you should probably leave

You glance at her again, eyes tracing the lines of her body, the way she looks so peaceful in the early morning light. You almost want to reach out, tell her you’re done with the back and forth, that you want this to be something real.

But as always, the fear of realizing that maybe neither of you are ready for what it would take to make this work,holds you back. It always does.

Slowly, you slip out of bed, gathering your clothes as quietly as you can. You need to leave before it happens again, before you fall back into this pattern that you know can’t go anywhere.

But as you’re about to slip out the door, her voice stops you.

“Leaving already?” Her tone is gentle, a little playful, but there’s a hint of something else there too, a quiet sadness, maybe?

You turn to face her, her eyes half-lidded with sleep. And for a moment, you both just stand there, silently understanding the inevitable.

You swallow, fighting the words that are on the tip of your tongue. I should probably leave.

But instead, you find yourself just staring at her, unable to move. Unable to walk away like every other time…

[wlwsoccerfics]

Long Distance(LiaWältixBühlReader)

Warning: mentions of Type 1 Diabetes, injury

Being apart from your girlfriend sucked. She played for Arsenal while you played for Bayern Munich(Just like your older sister Klara). So you didn't see eachother much. But you still made it work because breaking up was not an option. Your love was way too strong for that.

The two of you met almost two years ago when you and some other players were invited to a Panel about women in sports. You two locked eyes and couldn't stop glancing and smiling at eachother the entire weekend so before you and her had to fly back from Paris where the Panel was you asked her out and you two had your first date in the City of love.

Today you would be playing against Arsenal in Munich for the Champions League . You had the Chance to finish first in the group stages. Which you hated but also enjoyed. One of you for sure would be disappointed cause neither one of you wanted to lose. But you also were excited cause Lia was staying with you. She was actually still asleep in your arms and would go back home with you after the game until she would have to leave again tomorrow. When she landed last night the two of you cuddled and talked alot, unfortunately that was cut short when your blood sugar started to act up. Then it did hit you like a brick. You were so excited for Lia to arrive that you forgot to eat. Bad move for someone with Diabetes. You were diagnosed with type 1 at the age of 10. Anyways Lia was right by your side while you fixed this mess with some juice boxes.

When she woke up the two of you took a quick shower that didn't end up being so quick cause the two of you haven't seen eachother in a while and you both had needs. So the whole shower took like 40 minutes. Those were well spent in your opinion.

You were fully dressed by 10am and the two of you had a small breakfast. You sat in her lap. "I hate that you have to leave again tomorrow. I don't want you to Go." You whisper out. She smiled sadly. Holding you close while eating her breakfast. "My love i don't want to leave you again either. But guess we have no choice!" She answered. You hide your face in her shoulder for a moment and she stroked your hair gently. "My contract ends after this season..." You told her. "Arsenal has interest in me!" You added on. Lias eyes lit up. "That would be wonderful! So only a few months to go until we could be together 24/7." She was really excited about it. So were you. "Exactly. Maybe it's time to go look for a bigger place?" You suggested. "When i move there... A place to start a family!" When she heard you say that she grinned from ear to ear. Because you two had talked about wanting kids quite early in the relationship. You talked about your future together for a little longer until you had to drop her off at the Hotel the Arsenal Team was staying. You looked forward to seeing her again on the pitch & afterwards.

You also realized that you were late to the Last Team Meeting before the game. So you made sure to drive a bit after then you were allowed to but still careful enough not to cause any damage. After parking your car you made a run for it. Racing inside with your bag. First talking with the Coaching staff to let them know you won't be extending your contract and will be moving next season to Play for Arsenal. They tried to Change your mind but in the end they accepted it. You went to the locker rooms where the Team was talking with one another ."Look who managed to join us, it's Baby Bühl!" Sydney said teasingly. "Very funny Sydney. Sorry for being late. I had an important talk...with Alex and the rest. Klara can we talk in private for a moment?" You looked at your sister. Klara looked quite concerned and so did the rest cause things sounded serious. "Yes sure." Your sister replied and walked out of the locker room with you.

You stood a few feet away from the locker room entrance with Klara. Your older sister looked at you, biting down on her bottom lip. "You are leaving by the end of the season, right?" She asked. You nodded her head softly. "Yes. I will move to play for Arsenal and to be with Lia. Long Distance is so hard and we want to start a family in the next two years. So this Is what's best for me!" You told her. "It was only a matter of time but i still gonna miss you, even though i already had a feeling that this was the case!" She admitted. "I will make sure to visit you as much as i can!" You promsied Klara. "As long as you are Happy, i am happy for you!" She let you know, pulling you in for a hug. You hugged her back. "I love you sis." You whispered out. "Love you too, y/n." You stood there like that for a few minutes before returning to the others.

Back in the locker room all eyes were on you. So you told them you wanted to make an announcement. "I am leaving by the end for the season. To be closer with Wally. And play for Arsenal! Don't worry i am still giving it my all later today and we kick their butts together! But please don't break my girlfriend, thank you!" You told them. They all were a little sad & upset at first cause they would miss you but they also were quite happy for you.

The Game was gonna be at 6:30pm. Currently it was 2pm. So you still had time to mentally prepare for the game. Some of you played games together and some did a little workout.

Around 4pm you all ate something light so you wouldn't feel too full during the game. You started to feel a bit unwell. But nothing too bad.

When you went outside to warm up on the field before the game you partnered up with Klara. It was now 5:30pm. One hour until the game started. Every now and then you would glance over to Lia, smiling at her. You also quickly went to hug Leah who became quite a close friend of yours as well.

The first half went amazing. You scored a goal and by half time you were leading with one point. A surprise you managed that cause you started to feel even worse. When your sister and some of your teammates asked If you are okay cause you didn't look like you were you told them everything was okay. It was time to go back out for the second half of the game. You all were in the Tunnels with the Arsenal girls when all of sudden you started swaying back and forth, realizing that maybe the sweating wasn't just from the Game . Leah who was looking at you was alarmed right away and quickly catched you when you fainted. "Y/n!" Klara yelled out when she saw what happened. "Someone get Wally! She is still in the locker room!" Leah answered. Trying to stay calm. Everyone was worried about you. Leah carried you to the medic room, Klara following her. You were checked over and turned Out your blood sugar was pretty low. The reason was because your sensor didn't work anymore cause it almost fell out. Which you didn't notice. And cause you didn't get anything send to your Phone that would suggest you had any blood sugar issues. Thankfully it was able to be fixed with some juice boxes. Leah left as soon as Wally was by your side. She didn't care that she missed the rest of the game. Klara also refused to leave your side. So she was also subbed out just like you were. "You scared the crap out of me, Darling!" Lia replied. "Yeah agreed! Even though i should be used to it by now. It's still scary to witness every time it gets this bad." Klara mentioned. "I am sorry for scaring you both!" You let them know. "I hope you are ready for that happening alot! This one doesn't take good care of herself sometimes." Klara informed your girlfriend. "I promise i will make sure she takes better care of herself and i will do that as well!" Lia answered. "I always knew why i liked you for my sister!" Your sister replied with a soft chuckle.

After the game was done, which you won 2-1 by the way, your Team went to check on you you already could sit up without feeling dizzy. Some Arsenal girls also came to check on you. Leah & Beth for example. Leah playfully punched your shoulder. "Don't scare me like that again, y/n!" She told you. "I am very sorry! Didn't mean to scare you! Thank you for catching me!" You let her know. Having heard from Klara that Leah was the one catching you cause your memories were quite a bit foggy. "Always!" Leah replied with a soft smile.

All of you went out to grab a bite to eat and have some drinks before your girlfriend and her team would leave again tomorrow. Lia made sure your new Sensor was working well and checked in on your blood sugar with her Phone every so often.

After the end of the Season you indeed got a three years contract with Arsenal and moved in with Lia. Things were perfect. Your Love only kept on growing.

[millieisawriter]

The spell (Javier's version)

first ending - javier escuella x reader

summary: the one where javier comes to terms with the fact he caught feelings for you, and the two of you learnt to love each other despite your differences.

first part

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It had been a few weeks since that night in Javier’s tent. You hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, not even to the girl who became a friend to you – Mary-Beth. Despite that, the whole gang must have known about what had happened between you and Javier.

Why? Well, it was difficult not to notice the sudden shift in your interactions with Javier, or the lack of these. Normally, there wasn’t a day the two of you didn’t exchange a few angry sentences. Ever since the tent incident, however, you didn’t acknowledge one another’s existence.

“You’ve got to tell me what happened!” Mary-Beth insisted.

You rolled your eyes. There was nothing to talk about, not even to your best friend. What Javier had done felt embarrassing enough, you didn’t need anyone else knowing about it.

You had just sat down to fix your pendulum when the girl approached you. The chain, to which a crystal had been attached, worn from years of usage from even before you had acquired it, finally gave out and broke a few days ago. “There’s nothing to tell,” you stated.

“Don’t lie to your best friend,” she insisted, and you know she wasn’t going to let go of the topic when she sat down on the chair next to you. “Your… necklace broke?”

“It’s called a pendulum,” you explained, still focused on fixing the chain, “I use it for simple yes or no questions. But, yes, the chain broke a few days ago.”

“So, back to the previous thing,” Mary-Beth returned to the topic of Javier, “what happened? First you two couldn’t go five minutes without snapping at each other. Now? Not even a glance. You could at least tell me if you hexed him or something.”

You finally look at your friend, leaving the pendulum on the table. “If I had hexed him, he deserved it,” you scoffed.

The girl’s eyes widened. “Did you?”

“No, Mary-Beth. I didn’t hex him. But if I had, it would have been well-deserved is what I meant.”

“Then what? Whenever he’s not out on a job, he strolls around the camp all depressed like those funny english dogs.”

“The bulldogs?”

“Exactly!”

You laughed at the comparison. Mary-Beth wasn’t wrong, though, you noticed the change in Javier’s behavior as well. He became less visible around the camp, unless he was playing his guitar. And even then, as much as you didn’t know spanish, you could tell the songs he sang were rather sad.

However, Mary-Beth wasn’t going to let go easily. “Why are you keeping secrets from your best friend?”

“Fine,” you sighed, knowing there’s no backing away from this, “something might have happened between us.”

“Something? Like what? That’s a very vague answer.”

The embarrassment physically hurt you when you thought about that specific night. “You remember the night a few weeks ago? Dutch’s gramophone played, everyone was drunk, all that…” you paused, fiddling with your fingers underneath the table, “we may have ended up in Javier’s tent.”

Her jaw dropped, and she immediately slapped your arm. “No! You’re kidding! You and Javier? I knew something was going on! Oh my God. Was it good? It was good, wasn’t it?”

“That’s not the point!”

“What is the point then?”

The point was that what happened the following morning, hurt you. Even if you never showed it, it pained you to know Javier considered his desire towards you a sin heavier than the blood that stained his hands. And just like the blood, though washed off, left a scar on his conscience, the same way his prayer didn’t make his feelings disappear.

“Next morning I woke up to Javier praying. For forgiveness. For… me,” maybe for the first time you let the hurt show through your voice as you made the confession to your friend.

Mary-Beth couldn’t believe that. She heard Javier bickering with Swanson here and there, but she never took the Mexican for someone religious to that degree. “He didn’t!”

“He did,” you sighed, “I felt like… like I wasn’t even a person to him. Just… something dirty he had to wash away. But, of course, God doesn’t care about him being a damn criminal.”

“How could he do that to you? Have you talked to him since?”

“No. I figured everything between us is done. Anything that could ever be.”

Javier made it clear enough. To him, you were a mistake. A moment of weakness at most, and you didn’t hope for more. Getting over him would be preferred, but you couldn’t help that he happened to dig a hole in your heart.

And you were left wondering – was God going to forgive Javier for how he had treated you? Or was God okay with one of his sheep taking advantage of another human being like that? God didn’t seem to care about that, so maybe you really were the Devil, after all.

Your emotions clearly affected Mary-Beth. “You can’t let him get away with that,” she stated.

“You’re a romantic, I get it,” you replied with a tone sharper than you intended, “but he and I were never meant to be. We’re too different.”

“You don’t believe that. If you did, you wouldn’t be so heartbroken right now.”

“It doesn’t matter what I feel. He made his choice, and I’m not going to beg him to change his mind.”

Last thing you ever imagined to do was begging a man to love you. Not even last, you’d die before you do such thing.

Suddenly, both you and Mary-Beth shifted your gaze to a figure riding into the camp. It was Javier, returning from whatever business he was attending to. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had been on a visit to the nearby town’s brothel.

Your eyes held a slightly longing look as you watched the man dismount from Boaz, a look that stopped only after Mary-Beth had nudged your arm. “Completely not heartbroken, huh?” she teased.

You looked away, and tried to argue, but before you could come up with a good response, you heard the leaves on the ground being rustled by approaching footsteps.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Mary-Beth, with a knowing smirk on her lips, stood up.

“Don’t you dare,” the sentence came out like a threat from your mouth. You attempted to grab her arm, even yank the girl back onto her seat if you had to, but her slim arm easily slipped out of your hand.

A moment later, Javier stood in front of you. “I wanted to talk.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about,” you insisted, standing up so that you were on at least similar level.

“We do.”

“What, you wanna talk about how I ruined your soul?”

Javier flinched slightly at your hiss, but then looked back at you. “I’ve got something for you,” his hand went into the pocket of his jeans.

You wondered what it could be. If you had been accused of being a vampire, he could’ve brought you garlic, or a wooden spike. But how could one kill a witch in a way other than burning her at a stake? He wouldn’t even need a stake for that, you had burnt long ago from the embarrassment.

The thing you could have never expected was now dangling from Javier’s hand as he extended it towards you. “I noticed the one you used to use broke some time ago,” he said.

Your mouth fell open, but no words were conjured. Javier getting a new pendulum for you was not something even your cards could predict.

You stared at the pendulum, the delicate chain shimmering faintly in the sunlight. A teardrop-shaped crystal hung from the chain, catching the light and scattering fractured rays across your skin as you took it in your hand. It was beautiful, far more elegant than the one you had broken.

“Where did you get this?” you asked, an idea in your mind. “Did you steal it?”

Javier shifted in spot. “I saw this woman, she travels in a wagon similar to yours. Madam Nazar, or whatever she introduced herself as. I wouldn’t dare steal from her, she’s a bit scary,” he chuckled lightly. “Don’t ask me where I got the money, though.”

Your eyes finally met his when you finished checking out the crystal. “Why did you get this for me?”

“Because I was wrong—”

“You were more than wrong, Javier.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I shouldn’t have made you feel the way I did. I thought… pushing you away would make it easier. That I could forget how you made me feel, or that I’d stop wanting you if I could convince myself it was wrong.”

“And?”

“And I couldn’t.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you eyed the pendulum again. It wasn’t hard to recognize the crystal as clear quartz. Possibly the best one for a pendulum, clear quartz was known for providing clarity and amplifying energy.

“I’m sorry,” Javier continued, “I can’t change what I did, but I can tell you I never meant to hurt you. You’re… you’re everything I can’t stop thinking about, and I hate that I let my fear ruin what we could have had.”

The words cut through your ears. You closed your palm around the crystal and looked at Javier again. For the first time he finally looked vulnerable. As if the regret he seemed to feel was honest. For the first time, he didn’t build up any walls between the two of you.

“You can’t just walk back in here with a gift and expect me to forget how you made me feel.”

“I don’t expect you to forget,” he said. “But I hope you can forgive me. There’s something between us, and maybe it’s not a spell you casted on me.”

“I’m glad you finally see that.”

Javier sighed. “Let me prove to you that I’m serious. About you, about us, about your… magic, too. And that I don’t think you’re sinful.”

You had no idea what got into Javier, and it certainly wasn’t your doing, but he had changed. In the following weeks, he grew more interested in your beliefs, in your practices. Often he sat and listened intently as you explained tarot to him, or when you taught him about the pendulum.

One night, sitting by the fire next to Javier, you shuffled your cards. “Pick a card, Javier,” you said, spreading the deck on the cow skin rug.

The man’s eyes brushed over the cards as he hesitated. The deck was, obviously, facing the side with pictures down, so that he had to use his intuition. He had almost taken one card, when you smacked his hand away.

You lectured him. “Just point at it, don’t actually grab it!”

“Why not?” he asked, both amused and confused.

“Only I can touch my cards, it’s one of the rules.”

“What happens if I touch them?”

He was curious, which was good. Curious was way better than hateful, scared, or ashamed. The way Javier evolved, and warmed up to your witchy practices made you happy. You could now see that maybe there was a chance for your relationship to grow.

“Nothing, but that’s the rule. You love breaking rules, don’t you?”

He was persistent. “Would I die a painful death?”

Once again he attempted to touch the cards. Once again, you slapped his hand away.

“Stop acting like a child,” you were ready to collect your cards and put them back in the safety of your bag, “you changed, and I like it, but I don’t wanna have to cleanse my cards again, I’m almost out of white sage.”

“I’ll buy you some more, what’s the issue? How expensive can it be?”

“You’d have to go all the way to California, and have something to give in exchange to the Indians there. They don’t need money.”

“You’re more complicated than I thought,” he sighed, but it was playful this time.

“So don’t touch the cards! Tell me which one you choose.”

Javier’s gaze returned to the deck spread in front of him. He thought for a moment before pointing to one card, even though on the backside all of them looked identical.

“Great, let’s see,” you mused, taking the card and studying it before turning it to Javier. “Death.”

He scoffed. “That’s optimistic.”

“Don’t take the meaning literally. This card represents change.”

Javier tilted his head. “I think I know what’s changing.”

“Oh?”

“Me.”

He reached out, his hand gently brushing your face. His gaze traveled down from your eyes to your lips, and you knew what it meant. No sooner, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss so gentle as if he were scared to hurt you.

You let him guide you through the kiss as it became more. More in both, the touchable and spiritual meaning. Your hands found their way to his jaw and neck, meanwhile he grabbed onto your hips. This allowed him to confidently move you from where you were sitting next to him, to make you straddle his lap. Almost instinctively, you grind your hips against his, sending a clear message to the neurons in his brain.

Javier groaned into the kiss, and you could feel his grip tighten on both sides of your body. This time, you could tell, it wasn’t solely desire between you. And neither one of you was on alcohol. This time it was real, a real raw emotion, and the peak of everything between you. Your connection, your need for each other, your past tensions, and your current longing. All of these exploded between the two of you in that exact moment.

The moment was interrupted, of course. “I’m glad to see y’all making up,” Arthur cleared his throat, “but could y’all not fuck on display for the whole gang to see?”

You practically leaped off Javier’s lap, your face burning hotter than the campfire. “Arthur!” you hissed.

Javier, however, didn’t seem nearly as bothered. He smirked up at Arthur with the kind of cocky confidence that made you want to smack him. And kiss him again.

“Jealousy isn’t pretty on you,” Javier joked.

“Don’t have to be pretty,” Arthur shot back, “just don’t wanna see y’all exchanging spit like two horny teenagers.”

You knew Arthur was just joking, there was no real bite in his voice. He was secretly glad to see the two of you getting along. But that also doesn’t mean that being called out like that didn’t get you all shy and blushing.

You stood up. “Javier, let’s take this to my wagon.”

“Our wagon you mean,” he said, following you.

“Yes, our wagon,” you rolled your eyes.

Truth be told, the wagon had undergone a transformation since Javier started spending more time with you. More time, as in he was practically living there with you. As you walked in, on your left Javier’s rosary was hung on the wall. The beads were darkened with use, and the small brass crucifix blended nicely with a bundle of sage and sweetgrass that hung next to it.

The shelves along the wagon’s interior were equally divided. On one side, you organized your herbs, dried plants, and jars filled with ingredients only you could name. On the other side, Javier had placed the wooden icon of the Virgin Mary, her peaceful gaze watching over everything, just like she had watched you that one night which changed everything. Except, this time you didn’t feel judged.

You smiled to yourself. The clash between the sacred and the mystical was oddly fitting.

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Arranged: Chapter One

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12& ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: This was a story of mine on an old blog and I wanted to publish it on here. Since it's quite a long fic, I've decided to slowly updated it chapter by chapter. If anyone who is interested wants to be tagged, let me know!

I sighed while looking up at the large mansion in front of me, bags placed neatly behind me. The driver gave me a curt nod and with a smile of thanks, I saw him on his way before looking back at the mansion; my new home. 

Anger radiated throughout my insides when I thought of the reason why I was in this mess in the first place. 

My parents. I loved them to death, they would do anything for me and I for them. 

I was to be married off and not to any regular man. In a week's time, I was going to be married to New York’s highest feared mob boss. Confusion filled me at first when I couldn’t quite understand why they thought this was a great idea but deep down I knew why they did it. They wanted the best for me, to be set up for the rest of my life and not have to worry about anything. Which is exactly why they set up this arrangement. 

With a soft sigh, I ascended the staircase up to the front door and softly knocked, the nerves attacking me. I bounced on the soles of my heels as I waited. 

The door opened, revealing a small, older lady who had a confused expression. “Can I help you?” 

I nodded. “Uh, hi. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I believe Mr.-.”

Her eyes lit up while furiously nodding. “Yes, come in.”

With a smile, I went to drag my bags inside but she waved me off. “Don’t you worry about that. I’ll have someone grab that and bring it to your room.” 

She motioned for me to follow her inside and that’s when I took in my new home. A large grand staircase twisted and turned upstairs, and one hallway to my right and another towards the left. 

“I’m Barb. I’m here for whatever you need,” the older lady smiled. 

My own matched hers. “Thank you, Barb.” 

“So,” she motioned to the hallway on my left. “If you go down that hallway you’ll find the rest of the house; kitchen, living area, gym, a couple bathrooms, and the laundry room.” 

She then pointed to the hallway on my right. “Down here is an empty room that’s been used for storage and his office. He doesn’t like to be bothered unless it’s an emergency. A good rule to live by: Door open means come in, door cracked means ask, door closed means turn your back and walk away.” 

I quirked a brow. “You know from experience?” 

“I’ve been taking care of this house and him for the last 10 years. A little piece of advice?” 

When I nodded, Barb continued. “He may come off as an asshole sometimes but he really is a sweet loving man.” 

Her words warmed my heart. I had heard rumors about him, everyone has. They weren’t positive ones either. There was a reason why he was the worst feared mob boss of New York. 

“Upstairs is where the bedrooms are,” She motioned for me to follow, which I did. 

Once we reached the top of the stairs she nodded towards two closed doors. “The door on the left is the master bedroom and that one across the hall is yours.” 

“Wait, we’re not sharing a room?” I questioned. 

Barb shook her head. “He doesn’t want to pressure you. He already knows that you weren’t too fond of this arrangement so he wanted you to have your own space  until you’re ready to stay with him.” 

I could only nod, not sure what to say exactly, so Barb opened my bedroom door allowing me to step inside. 

The room wasn’t anything special, I mean it was the size of my old apartment so the extra space was nice and the bathroom was breathtaking with the large tub facing the large open fields behind the home. But what caught my attention was the large bouquet of roses on the bedside table and a gorgeous floor length black dress lay on the edge of the bed with a note. 

Dinner tonight. I’ll meet you at the bottom of the stairs at seven. 

B.B.

“Where is he anyway?” I asked Barb while shedding off my coat, letting it drop onto my bed. 

“In a meeting but should be finishing up soon. Feel free to have a look around and make yourself at home. Just make sure to check his-.” 

“Check his door before entering,” I finished Barb’s sentence with a smile. 

Barb waved goodbye, letting me be by myself to settle in. However, just as I was about to call after her for my bags, a large blonde walked into my room and placed all of my things in the doorway. 

I knew in the way that the muscles in his back and arms flexed that carrying all of my things didn’t bother him. He stood tall before a smile peaked out from underneath his beard and he slicked back his long blonde hair out of his face. He was dressed in a light blue dress shirt and dark dress pants, the shirt bringing out the blueness of his eyes. 

He definitely had to work for him. 

“That should be everything.” 

I nodded at him. “Yeah, thank you, uh-.”

“Steve Rogers. But you can call me Steve,” he extended his hands. 

Hesitantly I placed my own in his and with his size, I was shocked at how soft his grip was; almost as if he was afraid. Our hands lingered together for a few more beats before he dropped his hand away and stuffed them into the pockets of his pants. 

“Do you need anything?” Steve asked. 

“I think I’m good, thank you.” I gave him a smile. 

“Of course but if you do, let me know. I’ve been assigned to you.” 

I squinted my eyes at him. “Assigned?” 

“Your bodyguard. You’re not allowed to go anywhere without me,” Steve informed.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I cursed, suddenly feeling the anger that was dormant since before I walked into this house. 

“I don’t need a babysitter.” 

Steve hesitantly nodded. “I understand but he insists.”

Not saying another word, I pushed past Steve and sprinted down the stairs towards the office, not caring to look to see what his door was like. I may have agreed to this marriage, reluctantly, but I did not agree to have a babysitter and be followed around everywhere I went. I needed to have some rules in this arrangement. 

Thankfully the door to his office was cracked but I didn’t bother to ask if I could come in. 

“You’ve got some fucking nerve,” I seethed as I entered. 

He was in the middle of sitting on his green velvet couch and crossed his leg over his other knee. Even underneath his smirk, I knew he was upset about my barging in. I was so angry about this that I didn’t even notice how breathtaking he looked under the faint light that emanated from the lamps next to his couch. But then once the anger dissipated slightly, my gaze fell onto his left arm as he ran a hand over the stubble on his chin and an audible gasp fell through my lips when I realized that the biggest rumor about him was true. The light brushed off the metal, his fingers poking out of the sweater he was wearing.

“Sit,” he pointed to the chair across from him. 

I stood my ground while crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t need a fucking baby sitter, Barnes.” 

“Call me Bucky.” 

I wanted to wipe the smug smirk off of his face. 

“I can take care of myself,” I stated flatly. 

“I’m sure you can but given my reputation, I think it’s best. Steve’s one of my best men, he’s worked for me since the beginning. I trust him.” 

My soon to be husband leaned back into his couch, resting the different arm across the back of it. If he noticed me staring, he made no comment about it, only nodded to the chair across from him once again. 

I ignored him, yet again. 

“Next time you make a decision about me or how I’m going to live around here, run it by me first alright?” I suggested. 

Bucky’s eyes turned dark. “You do know who you’re talking to, right?” 

I scoffed. “I don’t give a fuck who you are, James Buchanan Barnes. The only reason why I’m here is because of my parents and their wishes.” 

We were interrupted by a knock to the door, a group of men clutching briefcases close to them. 

“I thought our meeting was scheduled for four,” one of them said. 

These men screamed ‘sketchy’ and knew whatever kind of meeting they were about to have was going to be one that I shouldn’t be around for. 

Bucky nodded. “We were just finishing up here.” 

He then turned his attention towards me. “We can finish this discussion during dinner.” 

“Consider this conversation over,” I muttered while storming out of the room, letting the door slam behind me.

[schlatt-love-bot]

yuck! part 3 - schlatt x reader

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Your face scrunched up in confusion. 

“What the fuck are you on about?” He sighed, shaking his head, letting stray tears continue to roll down his cheeks. 

“I said…it’s not your feelings that are stupid, here. Mine are the stupid fuckin’ ones…” 

Never in your life would you have expected this. You crossed your arms, looking up at him. 

“Explain.” He hung his head low, refusing to look up at you.

“Can’t I come in first-”

“No! Explain. Now.” Bringing his hands to his face, he began to rub, seemingly trying to bring himself back to reality. It wasn’t just the fact that he wasn’t used to being vulnerable, he also wasn’t used to you being so…dominant and asserting. If it wasn’t in this given situation, he would’ve thought this side of you was totally hot, and would need to fuck you badly, but this was not the time, and he was not in the mood. 

“I…toots, I don’t know where to start. I…you….we…” He muttered, trying his absolute hardest to get his mind straight, you could tell by the way his eyes began to scan scatteredly around your room that he had way too many thoughts on his mind, but you refused to budge. You wanted, needed, and deserved an explanation as to why he was being such an avoidant asshole. 

“Sounds like you really do like them, man.” Ted chuckled, causing Schlatt to groan, putting his head into the palms of his hands. 

“No, no, dude. This is not how this is supposed to go…I am not supposed to get feelings! Shit’s so fuckin’ stupid!” He explained, in pure disbelief and shock that this was his current situation. The call between the two started as a new recording for Chuckle Sandwich, and at the end Ted could sense Schlatt was stressed. Knowing he had just come back from what was supposed to be a “relaxing” weekend getaway, Ted knew he needed to ask. In turn, Schlatt began to spill his guts, needing an open ear to rant to about everything that had transpired, and how he was feeling about it all.

“Feelings aren’t stupid, dude! Falling in love with someone…it’s really, truly special!” Ted explained, feeling for the man on the other side of the screen. 

“Just because you’re not used to it, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it, Schlatt.” Schlatt let out another groan, leaning back in his desk chair this time. 

“You can’t say that, you don’t know that…” 

“Let’s be honest with ourselves…you are a catch! You’re funny, have a steady career going, caring, sometimes you’re kind…not to mention you’re clearly attractive and apparently really good at having sex…” Ted listed, chuckling at the last one slightly. 

“Damn, if you want to fuck me, just say so Ted…” He grumbled, crossing his arms before looking up towards his ceiling.

“Listen…all I’m saying is it sounds like they’re into you, and you’re into them. You’ve been sleeping with one another for what…2 years now? Make a move, dude, before they’ve had enough of your shit and leave your ass!” 

Make a move, dude….

Make a move, dude…

Make a move, dude….

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jay. I don’t have all day for your bullshit…” You said, grabbing the door, about to slam it back into his face as he shook his head, clearly coming back to reality.

“W-wait…wait! Fuck, I’ll explain, I’ll explain…” 

“I’ve been standing here for a good 15 minutes waiting for an explanation from you, and you haven’t said a fucking word, haven’t moved a fucking inch. I’m giving you one more minute, shithead, one more than you honestly deserve right now!” Your voice began to get louder, making him shake his head. He knew he didn’t deserve your time of day, especially right now, wasting your time minute after minute, day after day. He swallowed his nerves, put his hands to his sides, and looked you in the eye. 

“Alright, Jesus…I…I think I have…feelings for you…but I’m not sure.” Your head tilted to the side, trying to read his expression, looking behind him for some sort of camera to be recording.

“Yeah, yeah, sure you do. What episode of Punk’d am I on now? Or is this your new idea for a new channel? Build people up and then break them down, record their reactions for views? Where’s the camera…” His face immediately fell, his eyes getting softer. 

“What? Is that…is that what you really think of me? That I would do this for fuckin’ views?”

“Honestly, Schlatt…at this point, I feel like I don’t know you anymore. I’m not sure.” You croaked, choking back your tears that were inevitable to fall. Watching you and hearing your reply absolutely broke his heart into pieces. He had expected you to take this poorly after the way he had been treating you, but he really didn’t expect this of all things. 

“Leave. Go. Leave me alone…need to think.” You said, shoving him from your doorframe as you quickly closed the door on him, locking it behind you. You sunk down the door, wrapping your arms around your legs as you began to sob. 

“Fuck, no…no, no, no! (Y/N)....(Y/N) please…we…I…need to talk…” You could hear him beginning to choke on his own tears as he banged on your door, every time his knuckles made contact with the wood it shook your body ever so slightly more. 

“Leave me alone, Schlatt…I’ll find you when…when I’m..ready..” Your voice trailed off, constantly getting cut off by the ongoing stream of tears rolling down your face. You felt his presence still by the door as you cried, knowing he hadn’t gone far. Probably couldn’t make it back to his office, he was so weak and shocked by his own feelings and your subsequent reaction. 

You had dreamed of the moment that Schlatt would confess his feelings for you, making it out to be something straight out of a fairytale. Maybe over dinner, a candlelit one to be exact, he would admit to having always felt something towards you, but was so in denial that you could feel the same that he created this elaborate agreement between the two of you as a coverup to get closer to you, and the minute he realized he wanted more, he felt the need to confess. You had always hoped and prayed he was a secret romantic, wanting him to praise the ground you walked on because he just loved you all that much. Now that the moment was here, though…it felt more like a nightmare than something straight from a storybook. 

Schlatt sat on the ground, on the opposite side of the door you were leaning against, silently praying to God that you would grace him with forgiveness. It was at this moment he realized that Ted was right, he really did have feelings for you…but like Ted predicted, Schlatt was afraid it was too late. Afraid you realized just how big a piece of shit you were, how he didn’t deserve any time of day from you whatsoever. He rubbed at his eyes, not having cried this much or this badly since he was a kid, letting out a low chuckle. 

You heard his chuckle, which immediately pissed you off. 

“Really? You really think this whole situation is still funny?” 

“No…no, I really don’t. Just…think the absurdity of it all is funny.” You groaned, leaning your head back on the door. You sighed, if you were going to talk about it, at least let there be a door separating you from him…if you had to look into his crying eyes one more time, you swore you’d be a puddle for him, doing whatever he’d ask, forgiving him for anything he had ever done wrong. 

“When did you realize?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Like…came to terms with realizing? Or when did I truly realize?” He asked, matching your volume and tone of voice. 

“Truly realize…” 

“Back in that Russian Literature class…when you came walkin’ up, askin’ if we were partners…” He said with a sigh, thinking back to that moment in time, “I was so nervous just lookin’ at you…I had never felt that way ‘bout anyone ever before.” Your eyes widened. There was no way…

“You can’t be serious…” 

“Oh, I’m deadly serious.” He said, laughing slightly. “Can’t lie about that. I’ve been in denial for…way too long now.” You rolled your eyes. How could you trust him?

“As soon as I saw you, with that stupid fuckin’ mascot sweatshirt on, I thought to myself ‘who is this person, and why are they dressed like they’re not a full fuckin’ 10’...couldn’t take my eyes off you. Made my stomach churn so bad, thought I was comin’ down with a stomach bug…” You hummed, remembering when he had texted you to cancel a work session because he thought he came down with something. “Turns out it wasn’t a stomach bug, it went away as soon as you left, and came back when you’d return. Turns out…those were butterflies. I was in denial.”

You sat in silence, thinking for a moment in peace. Schlatt sat waiting for your response, not pressing you, knowing damn well you were allowed to take as much time as you felt you needed to reply. He felt he didn’t even deserve a response from you, after the way he’d been treating you the last week or so. 

“Just…tell me. Why do all this? Make things tricky?” You whispered, confused why you only became friends with benefits, rather than full-fledged lovers. 

“Didn’t think you were into me that way. Besides, you know…I don’t really think ‘m deserving of any typa love…” He muttered, hanging his head low in shame. You stewed for a moment, knowing you should, realistically, be pissed off at him. Mad that it took him this long to admit things, mad that he drug you through this whole friends with benefits plotline knowing damn well he was feeling a certain way about you…but you couldn’t. You knew Schlatt, knew that admitting something as simple as this was harder than anything else in the world. He felt vulnerable in this moment, and you couldn’t treat him the way he did you. You reached up, unlocking your doorknob before waiting for a moment. Schlatt heard the knob turn, and sat up slightly, so he didn’t get knocked over when you eventually opened the door. You slowly opened it, still on the ground, as he scooted around to face you, his face just as tear-stained as yours was. 

“Why? Why do this…?” You asked, simply looking at him. 

“I…knew my feelings would get in the way one way or another…but once I heard you confess…I shut down. There was no way in hell the girl I’ve been dreamin’ about, the girl I’ve been sleepin’ with under this pact…actually liked me for me. I needed to clear my head, let it all sink in…” He said, sheepishly, looking down towards his socks rather than in your eye. 

“It hurts, you know? The lack of response. The way you’ve been avoiding me all week. How am I supposed to just move on from all of this, Jay? Just…become happy that we’re on the same page finally, take the steps needed to be in a proper relationship with you…without addressing all this hurt?” You replied, staring at him, hoping for even an ounce of eye contact, some sort of form of remorse. Once he did look up, you felt a twinge in your heart, tearing up again yourself. 

“I know I hurt you…I don’t expect us to just…move on like this never happened. It…it wasn’t my intention of hurtin’ you, toots…I just fuckin’ suck at all these mushy feelings shit.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes before looking back into yours, sensing the deep hurt he had put you through. “It’s not an excuse for my actions, though…and I don’t expect for you to accept my apology. Just know…I really, truly am so fuckin’ sorry. I should’ve toughened up sooner, been a man, admitted my feelings….but I couldn’t.” 

You paused for a moment, taking in everything he said before sighing. 

“I don’t accept your apology.” 

“Wait, what?”

“Like you said, you don’t expect me to accept your apology, and I don’t. I understand where you were coming from, Jay…but until you can prove to me that you can change…I don’t accept your apology. You could be pulling shit from out of your ass just to make me feel better for all I know…” You sighed, your eyes looking at him, searching for the truth. “Until you can show me that this..” you pointed between one another, all around your apartment, “can change…I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

His eyes widened, as he hummed at your explanation. A part of him was really expecting you to want to move forward, accepting his apology for what it was, and dealing with the repercussions later. However…he couldn’t say he was all that shocked that you hadn’t accepted his apology. If he were in your shoes, he would be kicking his own ass for everything he had done. Silently, he nodded his head, showing you that he got where you were coming from, before he stood up and headed into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

That conversation happened 2 weeks ago now, and the apartment felt tenser than ever before. You did everything in your power to avoid Schlatt, and he tried going out of his way to catch you, hoping you could talk. The amount of times he stood at your door knocking these last two weeks, begging to talk…you had lost count. You weren’t able to get over the feeling of betrayal, though, or clear your mind enough to go into a conversation openly with him about everything, about the future for the both of you, if there even was one at this point. 

Schlatt was a full-blown mess. Didn’t get more than 5 hours of sleep over the last two weeks, he’d been living off of caffeinated GamerSupps and a daily prayer to God that you would finally talk to him again. Sighing, he glanced at the time…time for another Chuckle Sandwich recording, great. Just what he wanted to do with a broken heart. He knocked on your door one last time. 

“Toots…gotta go record, but I’m still here, whenever you’re ready to talk…please…let me in.” He lingered for a moment, before sighing, stepping away to head into his office and hop on the Discord call. 

“Jesus Christ, dude…you look like shit!” Ted winced, making a face over the call. Tucker nodded his head in agreement. 

“Fuck you, and fuck you, too.” 

“I take it…things haven’t improved?” Tucker asked quietly, not wanting to make the man feel any more shitty than he already was. 

“They won’t even let me in their room to talk about things…not that I can blame them. I wouldn’t let me in, either.” 

“Don’t talk about yourself that way, dude…they’ll come around sooner or later!” Ted said, optimistically. 

“They’ve been holed up in their room all week.” Schlatt groaned, throwing his head back in his desk chair. “Honestly…I don’t know if I can do this, today, boys…I can’t get my mind off them.” 

Ted groaned, knowing that something needed to happen quickly for Schlatt to get back to being his old asshole persona self, rather than this defeated, upset loner for them to get any work done. 

“Give me their number.” 

“What?” 

“I said, give me their number, dipshit.” Schlatt slowly blinked, looking confused. 

“No!”

“Trust me, asshole! Give me their number.” Schlatt groaned, rubbing his hands over his face before looking back at his monitor. 

“What good is that going to do, fucker?”

“I’m gonna talk to them, see where their heads’ at. Let you know your prospects. C’mon, man, what will it hurt? You’ve already fucked this up beyond belief!” Schlatt sighed, knowing he was kinda on to something. 

“Fine…but you better not fuck this up even more, Ted.” He grumbled, typing your number into his text messages with Ted, saying another prayer that you actually answer and hear him out. 

In the room across the hall, you laid on your bed, still numb over all that had transpired. You should use this opportunity of Schlatt working to go get something to eat, maybe take a hot shower, go for a walk…hell, pack your bags and run far, far away from here, but you felt stuck. You couldn’t move. You knew it was due to your conflicted feelings, on one hand, you knew that he had been an asshole, and if that’s any sign of how he’d be in a relationship, you didn’t want it. On the other hand, you knew and saw how soft he could get, and have noticed how truly dedicated he had been to get even the slightest chance to talk to you over the last two weeks. Lost in your conflicted feelings, your phone began to ring. 

“Boston area code…? I don’t know anyone from Boston..” You sighed, clicking your phone off. Two seconds later it lit up again, same phone number. You grumbled, reaching over to click your phone off once again, hopefully sending a hint to this person that they had the wrong number. Nope—here your phone lit up once more, causing you to get increasingly more angry. 

“Hello-” 

“Listen, I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to do, to sell, to whatever…but I’m not fuckin’ interested man, quit calling me, would you?” 

“Wait! Wait, I’m not a scam caller, not trying to sell you something…you’re (Y/N), right?” The voice on the other line sounded somewhat familiar, but you were still confused as to how they knew your name. 

“Y-Yes…why?” 

“Oh thank God, I thought Schlatt gave me the wrong number…this is Ted, one of Schlatt’s friends.” You groaned, throwing your phone down on the bed. Schlatt couldn’t get you to open the door to your room, so he sent one of his friends to call you? Pathetic…

“Before you get the wrong idea…this wasn’t Schlatt’s idea, trust me. He actually hated it…a lot.” He let out a laugh, hoping you’d give him a chance, hear him out. 

“Oh, really? How much did he pay you to say that?” 

“Not enough….I kid, I’m kidding…listen. I’m really concerned. Schlatt hasn’t been this bad off…ever in my history of knowing him. I know he was like the world’s biggest asshole to you the last few weeks, trust me, I’ve grilled him enough about it…but…just hear him out, please? If not for you…for me? I can’t work with him being such a grouch like this…it’s so bad!” You laughed, hearing him plead. 

“Give me one good reason I should, Ted. Honestly, I don’t even think he’s being honest about his feelings for me, and if he is…why did he wait this fucking long to admit them?” Ted hummed on the other end of the line, understanding where you were coming from. 

“Listen, I get it. Trust me when I say, though…he’s liked you for a while. I noticed it back when Schlatt and I first met, he had this twinkle in his eye when he talked about this best friend he had met during his college days. I asked him about it…he confessed after taking a few shots. Once he was sober in the morning, I asked again, needing sober confirmation…and he did. He came clean, admitted to feeling for you, but not feeling like he was worthy enough of having the title of your boyfriend. When he told me he got involved in this…friends with benefits…mess with you…” Ted sighed, you could feel him shaking his head through the phone, “I told him it wouldn’t end up the way he had hoped. He was so stuck in his thoughts of not being deserving enough, not being a good enough person to be considered as your boyfriend that he reassured me this is what he wanted, and that he was happy with his choice. I can tell you, though, it’s been eating at him the last two years that he couldn’t do more with you.” 

You groaned, knowing this was the kind of information you needed to know in order to feel confident in talking to him again, but that actually meant you’d have to suck it up, let him in, and talk it all out. 

“Thanks, Ted. Definitely…have given me a lot to think about…a lot to consider.” You sighed into the receiver, hearing Ted let out a breath. 

“Does that mean you’ll talk to him, now?” 

“Yes…tell him I’ll talk to him…whenever he’s ready.” 

“Oh, he’s ready now. I’ll let him know…thanks (Y/N).” You laughed slightly, first time in the last two weeks that you did, saying a quick thank you and goodbye before putting your phone back down on your bed, heading to your door to unlock it, so Schlatt could enter whenever. Just as your fingers twisted the lock, his hand twisted the doorknob, opening your door. You stood there, staring at one another for what felt like forever, before you silently returned to your bed, signalling him to follow. He did as he was told, coming and sitting on the edge of your bed, looking up at you. You could tell by the bags under his eyes and just how greasy his hair had gotten that he’s barely survived over the last two weeks without you. Your heart sank slightly, waiting for him to say something. 

“I’m so sorry, toots. I didn’t mean for things to get this out of hand. I was just…scared.” 

“Of what, Jay?” 

He looked at you, rather confused.

“What were you so scared of? Had I not made my feelings for you abundantly clear? Not made it clear just how much I cared for you as a person, not just as a sex partner? How long have I been having these feelings for you?” He sighed, shaking his head. 

“No…no nothing like that. I mean…kind of like that? I was scared of admitting I was the one having feelings for you. Scared to put myself out there to you in that way. Scared that, once I did, you’d realize just how shitty of a guy I can be, break my heart into pieces and then leave.” He said, his voice going to just slightly above a whisper, “I was so scared that you really, truly, didn’t feel the same as I was, and that I’d ruin my chances at love and my only true friend in one single swing.” You looked at him softly, wanting to not accept the words he was saying as true, but you could tell by demeanor alone that he meant every single word he had just said. You stayed silent, thinking. 

“I know I’m not in a position to rush you, but I gotta admit…the longer you sit here and say nothing, the more I think you’re actually not that into me, princess.” You laughed, leaning back into your pillows, looking up towards him. 

“No, I’m just..a little shocked. You’re easily the most attractive, occasionally caring guy I know…what do you mean you were scared?” 

“When I said I’ve never felt this way about anybody, ever, it’s true, toots. Never…” Your eyes widened. 

“Like…never never? Never ever? Not even in high school, ever?” 

“Yeah, go ahead, rub it in, make me feel even worse.” He chuckled, snaking his hand behind his neck, refusing to make eye contact with you. You smiled, sneaking a hand towards his thigh to give him a loving squeeze, before taking the hand up to his chin, forcing him to look at you. 

“Why didn’t you say that sooner, stupid? That would’ve explained so much!”

“Clearly I’m not proud of that part of my history, toots.” He joked, rolling his eyes, “Besides…thought you’d think I was a loser, wouldn’t want to associate, y’know…regular shit.” You laughed gently, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“So instead, you went the route of just sleeping with people? How did you not get attached?” 

“Easy…stare at her tits, not her face, say very little, cum, get out of there. Not as hard as all…this that we’ve been doin’.” You sat and stared at him for a moment, the silence engulfing the two of you heavily. Neither one of you wanted to move, in fear that this would ruin the moment, and you’d be back where you started. 

“Y’know…I think our contract needs an amendment.” You said, looking him in the eyes. He looked confused, why mention the contract now? 

“What?”

“Scratch out the last one. We should be able to fall in love with each other, right?” He smiled as you spoke, a breath he hadn’t realized leaving his lips as he sighed.

“Yeah, toots…I guess you’re right.” 

Needless to say, after that talk, the contract was no longer needed between the two of you.

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aaaand that's all she wrote! i really, truly enjoyed writing this series more than i could fully express...thanks for all your love and support on all the parts, and stay tuned for more coming series! <3

[konstantynowitz]

I could’ve just messaged you but I want to get this question out there! So I was wondering: would Renissa ever leave St. Mungo’s or would she remain there for the rest of her life?

Fyi: this all happens shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts, so Voldemort is gone and there’s no one left to threaten Renissa’s safety or punish the Lestrange brothers for going against his wishes to have her killed.

Let’s say it’s post-1998 and Renissa is around thirty-six or thirty-seven? Right? Since she was born in 1962 so that would make her around one of those ages. Anyways, Andromeda somehow finds her at the sanitarium and is so relieved that Renissa is alive that she gets her discharged and brings her to live with her and Teddy?

If I remember correctly, you mentioned to me once that Renissa would’ve been close with the Black sisters, since Tasoula and Druella were best friends at Hogwarts. I understand they would’ve grown up together, and maybe could’ve seen each other as sisters? I feel like Renissa and Andromeda would’ve been the closest since they both didn’t share in their family’s pure-blood ideologies.

I don’t know how Andy could’ve found Renissa, or how she would’ve known to go looking for her if Ren had been registered under an alias. But perhaps maybe Rabastan could’ve told Andromeda? I feel like the two were also pretty close, and I headcanon that at some point Rabastan was a potential husband for Andy.

If Rabastan had lived past the Battle of Hogwarts, Andromeda could’ve visited him in Azkaban and he might’ve told her about Renissa still being alive? That kinda makes more sense to me rather than Andromeda stumbling about Renissa herself.

…Thoughts?

This ask has actually caused me to reconsider a few things I had planned for Renissa. Originally, I think I've mentioned that she would stay at St. Mungo's for the remainder of her life in an ask I got a while back, but that's probably not going to happen. Renissa will leave at some point, possibly within only a couple years of being admitted there. I feel like she is a character with so much wasted potential, and I don't want to keep her on the sidelines. What you said about Andromeda taking in Renissa after the war is something that I haven't thought about before. If Andy did end up finding Renissa and discharging her from St. Mugo's sometime after the war, then she still wouldn't remember Andromeda or who she was before Rodolphus and Rabastan obliviated her. As I've said before, Renissa isn't ever going to get her memory back, unfortunately, but the idea of Andy being reunited with her childhood friend is so bittersweet and it could work as a possible ending for the lost Lestrange girl. A while back, I actually thought of having a Lestrange OC marry into the Scamander family as a way to create a parallel between Newt and Leta. I was thinking that maybe Renissa could've married Lycidas Scamander? One of Tina and Newt's twins. I know I haven't gone that far into depth with this character, since I believe I only posted a few aesthetics and a small strip of headcanons for him. A problem with this would be that Lycidas is about sixteen years Renissa's senior... I mean that isn't exactly a problem but it's not very ideal. I guess it isn't that big of a deal seeing as Nymphadora and Remus were maybe thirteen years apart? I can't remember. Age gap couples aren't really my thing, especially when we started getting into modern times where it becomes less common. Lycidas would've met Renissa at St. Mugo's since he actually works there as a Psychopathologist. Obviously, Renissa wasn't actually mentally ill or anything so I'm not sure how she'd fit into his department, but they did know each other. Lycidas was kindhearted and sympathetic to his patients, and I guess that contributed to him later earning Renissa's trust. Keep in mind that by this point it's 1980 and Renissa is eighteen, and according to the birth date I gave Lycidas (1946) he's like what... thirty-four? Now that kinda concerns me lmao but I could always change it if I wanted to. Of course, that would make Newt and Tina significantly older when they had their twins (around their fifties?) so idk how I feel about that.

If Renissa marries Lycidas then she would have Rolf by the time she's nineteen, since I believe he's about the same age as Luna. That would mean that Lycidas and Renissa would've had to get married or start an official relationship within the first year she was admitted, which to me seems a bit rushed. I'm still thinking of loop holes around all of this, but I might just end up trashing this idea altogether if I'm being completely honest with you. Side note: the name Rolf would go perfect with my headcanon for the lestrange family naming their children with letter 'r' names and also the common theme of their meanings having to do with wolves.

extra side note: Renissa had the gift of foresight and I bet you they drove her a little mad, so I guess there is a possibility that she would've been put in a ward for the mentally ill? I like to think she drew out her visions on the walls of her room.

[quillcraftconquer]

Beneath Us Pt. 2

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Part 1

11 years ago

“Hand me the wire cutters.” Simon said, gesturing to the bag of tools sitting next to me on the tailgate of the humvee. I dug through the bag, passing the cutters to his outstretched hand. He snipped away at the barbed wire lining the top of the base's fence, pulling it taut and resecuring it. 

“Pliers?” He asked, reaching back down. Simon was 2 years my senior, a corporal paired with our troop containing 2 other soldiers and Bull, who I had befriended a year ago during enlistment. 

“I feel like this is going to be a ‘mouse asking for a cookie’ assignment.” I said, passing the pliers up to him. Simon paused, staring down at me from where he stood on the edge of the tailgate. The sun had begun to set half an hour ago, and a chill had crept into the air. Simon had noticed the fenceline uncoiled just as we were ending our day, and said, or rather, demanded, it be fixed tonight. 

“Am I supposed to know what that means?” Simon asked, his gloved hand wrapping around the pliers. 

“You know, the children’s book. If you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll ask for a glass of milk? You’re the mouse, the fence is the cookie. First it was “lets just flag it for tomorrow”, then it was “Well, lets just re-secure the barbed wire.” Now it's almost dark, we're building a new fence, and I didn't bring a jacket.” I said. 

Simon glanced back down at me, a blank look in his eye laced with amusement. 

“When we met, you called me Clifford after the dog, and now I’m a mouse?” He asked.

“Well, Bull and I decided it wasn't an immense amount of love that made you that big, so we had to toss ‘Clifford’ out. Have you never had a children's book read to you?” I asked jokingly. The humvee squeaked in protest as Simon hopped off the tailgate, tossing the pliers back into the bag.

“‘The Wind in the Willows.” Simon answered. I smiled, ignoring the chill that began to nip at my skin under my clothes. Simon had a dry sense of humor and intense focus for his job. It was rare when our conversation didn't contain either of the two.

“Who would I be in that?” I asked. Simon tossed the tool bag further into the bed of the humvee, leaning against the tailgate as he crossed his arms and stared at me in silence. The illumination of the moon casted a soft shadow over the right side of Simon’s face, but he was still handsome. He had a sharp jawline, short hair that teetered between light brunette and dirty blonde, and full lips I often thought about when I had nothing better to do. He was lean, but not skinny. He looked stern, and his perfected scowl would have had people guessing he was in his mid to late twenties, not 21.

“Rat.” Simon answered, tilting his head to the side. I shook my head, clearing the appreciative thoughts of Simon’s body.

“A rat?” I gawked at him. 

“You called me a dog and a mouse, and Ratty is a good character.” Simon argued.

“Clifford is a dog who is so big because he was loved too much, and Mouse is an adorable little mouse who just wants a glass of milk to go with his cookie. I’m a rat?” I said, sliding off the tailgate as SImon closed it up. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, a smirk creeping on his face as he made his way to the driver's side. 

“If I’m the rat, who are you?” I asked, settling into the passenger side as Simon made his way back to the bunkhouses.

“You read it and tell me.” Simon answered, pulling into a parking space and removing his gloves.

“I don’t own it.” I said, and Simon unbuckled and turned to look at me. I held my breath as his gaze dropped to my lips, before meeting my eyes again. Soft tendrils of vapor escaped his mouth as he breathed against the cold. HIs hand rose off the center console, his knuckles scraping against my cheek as he moved the hair away from my face. He rested his hand against the side of my neck, his thumb grazing the bottom of my jaw. Gently, he pulled me closer to him, pausing as if to ask permission. I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips against his. Everything about his touch was tentative but soft, as if he was afraid I would go into the bunkhouse singing praises about the kiss. Finally, he pulled away, remaining close enough I could feel the heat from his exhale hitting my cheek.

“I’ll buy it for you.” He breathed, letting his hand drop from my face. He leaned away, pulling open the door of the humvee, and leaving me to reminisce.

Present

I hate the cold. It wasn't just the biting chill that made me hate it, it was the way it invaded every part of my body. When the temperature dropped, it felt like the world was going to war with my body. Hating the cold was more than physical, it ate at me mentally. It gnawed at my spirit, unraveling something deep inside like a slow, tortuous suffocation. I hated the cold because of the slow, relentless nature of it- how it didn't just stop. It pressed on, day after day, hour after hour, until it felt like there was no escape. 

“I miss Texas.” Maverick grumbled, hauling his bag over his shoulder. I snorted in response.

“I miss beer. Do they have beer here, or are they a strictly ‘tea only’ type of Brit?” Ethan asked. I focused on the body approaching us from one of the buildings, and turned to face both Ethan and Maverick.

“Ethan, until you hear me say “alright, lets head home.”, you are on strict no drinking orders. Maverick, I don't care how many opportunities you see to make a jab at the British, you keep it to yourself. This isn’t a ‘me against them’, we officially became a team when we agreed to the mission. I’m trusting them with your lives, and you will learn to do the same. Understood?” I said, and Maverick and Ethan nodded.

“Lieutenant.” The voice behind us called, and I turned to face their Captain. He extended his hand out to me, nodding at the building behind him. 

“Come inside, get settled. I’ll have Sergeant MacTavish show you around.” Captain Price said, and I followed him into the building. Their living space was small, accompanied by a couch, a coffee table, and a small dining area. My eyes flicked across the counter top, landing on the box of tea. I glanced over at Ethan, who was biting his bottom lip to contain the stupid. I gave him a stern shake of my head, and his cheeks twitched in an attempt to hide his smile. 

“Here they are. Lieutenant, this is Sergeant MacTavish, Sergeant Garrick, and Ghost.”.

[tateypots]

To Keep You Safe Part 4

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: ~3.9k

Summary: The team is briefed on the plan and the journey begins.

A/N: I think I finally worked out the issue with this chapter, the pacing was all wrong so I’ve pushed out the action to the next chapter instead. This chapter is a bit more background and setting the scene and a little bit extra of the spicy stuff as an apology for it taking so long to get out!

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), dry humping, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, unprotected piv, creampie, discussions of cannon typical violence, kidnap, misogyny

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Every head in the room turned to look at you as you crashed through the door of the hall the next morning, Joel hot on your heels, both your chests heaving from the exertion of running there.

“Nice of you to join us,” Maria said arching an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry, lost track of time,” you offered, the excuse weak in your ears as you heard Joel muttering behind you, “barely even 10 minutes late.”

He’d kept his promise and let you suck his dick in the shower this morning and you’d rejoiced at the familiar heft of him in your mouth. Enjoyed the taste of his pleasure as he leaked over your tongue while you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. Praise dripped from his lips, “such a good fuckin’ girl for me,” “take me so well baby,” “look so fuckin’ good with my cock down your throat,” and every word was like music to your ears. You revelled in every grunt and groan you managed to wring from him until he spilled in your hot mouth. You swallowed every drop down with a moan of your own.

The problem was he hadn’t let you leave the shower until he’d repaid the favour, eating you until you screamed for him, kissing his way back up your body when he was done and holding you close to his chest for a few moments, none of which you had factored into your morning timeline.

Joel grabbed your hand and pulled you to the front as Maria returned to addressing the group.

“So as I was saying, they’re holed up in a little place about 5 hours drive away. From the information we have there’s about 23 of them and they took about 11 girls back there. Now from what we’ve been told they’re occupying the main street of the town and have regular guard patrols around the perimeter. Most of the buildings that line the street are single story, what was mainly shops and restaurants. There’s a 2 story building at each end, the one at the North end was a hotel and is where the leader of the group is residing, along with a few others and likely where the girls are being kept. The others sleep in a few of the empty units along the road. The 2 story at the other end was apparently too run down to inhabit so is largely left empty.”

As Maria talked you scanned the group, realising a difference in who Tommy had told you he’d asked from the patrol group. Jesse, Steve, Mike, Hank and Jamie all present and correct however the presence of your ex-boyfriend Glenn in place of Harvey left a sour taste in your mouth. Your split had been unpleasant and came swiftly after your arrival in Jackson when it became clear that his ego couldn’t handle you out performing him during patrol trials. He hadn’t seemed to mind when you had been travelling just the two of you and all the skills your marine father had drilled into for years had been needed to get you both out of sticky situations. He’d seen you take down foes with guns, knives, even your bare hands without it ever being an issue between you. But in Jackson, in the presence of other men he couldn’t bear to be outdone by a woman. He said it made him look weak, that he couldn’t be with someone who didn’t need him. He tried hard, and almost succeeded, in convincing you that all men would feel the same and no one would ever want you again. Joel had blown that notion right out of the water and Glenn was still bitter about it. You knew he was capable, knew that Tommy wouldn’t have let him anywhere near this if he wasn’t, but you’d still rather it was anyone else. You hoped Harvey was ok, that whatever had prompted the switch wasn’t serious.

“We need to draw them out of the buildings, we don’t want to risk them hurting the girls when they realise they’re under attack. We need them out and busy before we begin the assault, that gives us the best chance to get inside and get the girls out,” Maria explained to the group.

“So how do we get them out?” Jesse asked.

“Easy. We’re going to start a fire.”

“A fire?”

“Well we thought about what would bring all the residents of Jackson out to help and a fire was the only thing we could think of that would give us the level of distraction we need,” you explained.

“Right, they’re not going to want that to spread through the town so they’ll work quick to get it out. Ideally we’d like to get to the girls before the shooting starts, something tells me these fuckers wouldn’t hesitate to use them as human shields,” Maria grimaced at the thought.

As Maria started explaining the plan to the group in more detail, you heard Joel whispering to Tommy behind you, too low to make out what they were saying. You flashed him a look over your shoulder, arching your eyebrow and swatting his thick thigh in admonishment, nodding your head to Maria, a clear indication of where his focus should be. Tommy smirked at his brother being told off, Joel just rolled his eyes but fell silent nonetheless, sneaking an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple in apology. You tried to school your face into nonchalance but you felt a grin pulling at your lips. Anytime Joel was affectionate with you in public it left you lightheaded. You were his and he didn’t care who knew. You’d never had someone be so unashamed in their love for you. You linked your fingers through his at your waist, stroking your thumb along his, letting him know his apology was accepted.

“Ok, Ellie, Maria and Libby, you’re on for finding the girls and getting them out,” Tommy explained. “You’ll be accompanied by Jesse, Andy and Phil who’ll go in with you to help secure the building. The rest will be split into groups of three stationed at various points along the main street, Laura, Eddie and Jamie; Hank, Steve and Mike; Ruth you’ll be acting as lookout for the snipers so that leaves Paul and Glenn with Joel.”

Now the whispering made sense. Harvey had originally been slated as your lookout and there’s no way Joel would trust Glenn in that position. He’d been far too bent out of shape when Tommy had originally picked you for sniper training after your patrol trial, it had been the final straw, triggering the fight that ultimately lead to your breakup. You knew Joel wouldn’t risk Glenn’s immature grudge leading to you and Tommy being put in danger.

“Right, lets get this show on the road, everyone to the armoury and then we can head out,” Maria announced, clapping her hands and then starting to usher people out the door. Joel, still behind you with an arm wrapped around your waist moved to take a step towards the door but you resisted, pushing back into his chest and squeezing his fingers slightly. He stilled, following your lead. Once the last few people shuffled out and the door banged shut you swivelled in his arm and reached a hand to either side of his face pulling his lips down to yours, mouth open, immediately searching for his tongue. He was quick to reciprocate, not knowing what he’d done to illicit this reaction but eternally grateful to have you in his arms. His tongue tangled with yours in a passionate dance as his free arm snaked around you, coming up over your upper back and holding your shoulder, his thumb gently stroking the skin of your neck. When you eventually pulled away you whispered against his lips, “sorry for telling you off. Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Baby, taking care of you is my favourite thing to do.”

“I’m not too happy about you having Glenn in your group either though. Maybe he should go in one of the other groups.”

“Baby, I can handle him.”

You arched your eyebrow at him, and he quickly added, “I ain’t saying you couldn’t baby, you know that. But all your focus needs to be on the assault, hard to do that if you’re constantly looking over your shoulder. You need to know you can trust the person at your back. I need to know it too or I won’t settle. ‘Sides, it’ll be harder for him to shoot me by ‘accident’ if he’s right next to me rather than across the road aiming my general direction.”

You knew he was joking, trying to ease your fears a little but all it did was plant the picture of him being shot at in your head and your heart lurched at the thought of it.

He knew immediately that his joke hadn’t landed, your face falling in anguish. He pulled you into his chest, wrapping you in his big arms and kissing your head. “I’ll be careful baby I promise. And I’ll have you, my angel watching over me from above, keepin’ me safe hmm?”

You gave a small nod against his chest before pulling back to give him a quick kiss, “I love you Joel. So much.”

“I love you too darlin’. To the moon and back.”

You took a moment to squeeze him tighter, breathe in his scent, give him one last little kiss before you broke away, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door, “come on, better not piss Maria off again before we even set off.”

“Agreed, she scares me that one.”

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Outside the armoury Tommy pulled you to the side. “I’m sorry about Glenn honey, Harvey woke up this mornin’ with that flu that’s goin’ round. He still wanted to come but the poor fucker looked about ready to keel over. Had to send him home.”

“It’s ok Tommy. We needed a replacement, I get it. And Glenn is capable, just a shame he’s also an asshole.”

Tommy chuckled at that, offering no argument and gave your arm a quick squeeze before going in to fetch your rifles.

Loaded up on weapons you all bundled into the trucks. It was a tight fit, 4 people squeezed into each cab and 5 squished together on the bed, braving the elements. There’d be a rotation at the first stop point but either way it wasn’t going to be a comfortable journey. The plan was to use an old farmhouse about an hours walk from the town as a base. You would hike the rest of the way there so as not to alert them with the noise of the trucks. Surprise was going to be your biggest weapon in this fight.

You did get to be scrunched up next to Joel the whole drive so you didn’t mind the cramped conditions too much, his big arm wrapped around you, holding you tight to him and making the most of having you close before facing the dangers ahead.

Once you arrived at the farmhouse everyone spilled out of the trucks, stretching and groaning as they worked their tired, cramped muscles. After a thorough check of the property and a hasty meal people split off into various rooms to settle down for a few hours sleep. You’d wait for evening to set off towards the town, the assault to take place under cover of darkness.

When Joel hung back from heading up the stairs you did too. When he took your hand and led you out of the old house you followed without a word. When he opened the door to the barn you scurried inside, your body already humming with desire.

He was on you the second the door closed, one strong arm wrapping around your waist, the other seizing your jaw to tilt your head back for him as he claimed your mouth, frantic and needy. You clung to him, just as desperate, one hand clutching at his huge bicep, the other tangling with the curls at the nape of his neck.

His hands slid down your back to grab you by the thighs and hoist you up. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist and arms around his neck as he spun you and pinned you to the wall. He peppered kisses over your jaw and nipped at your ear lobe before whispering, “I need you sweet girl, need to feel you before we go, can I?”

“Yes Daddy,” you stammered out, a moan quickly escaping you as he rolled his hips against yours, your heated core entirely open to him in your current position, not even both of your jeans enough to dampen the effect of his hard cock against your seam.

“Need you to be quiet baby, do you think you can do that for me?” he asked, his hips rolling against you in a steady rhythm now, your arousal seeping out of you and drenching your panties. He was pushing you so close to the edge you wanted to scream his name, but instead you bit your lower lip swallowing down your moans until only strained whimpers could escape.

“That’s my good girl,” he told you as he admired you. A smirk lit up his face, bringing out the dimple on his cheek that you loved so much, a glint in his eyes, smug and cocky but also proud and adoring. “Give me one just like this pretty girl, let me have it and then I’m going to fuck that gorgeous little pussy.”

Your head fell back against the wall with a thud and a whispered “fuck!” You had no idea how he managed to wreck you so completely, so quickly, every time. You had never been able to resist him, your body always danced to his tune. So with just a few more rolls of his hips you feel your orgasm begin to break loose, and he knew. Of course he knew, crashing his mouth against yours to swallow the moans he knew you wouldn’t be able to contain. It zips through you, an electric thrill followed by a wave of heat, the euphoria spinning in your brain.

You cling to him and he pushes you tighter into the wall, knowing you don’t currently have the strength to hold yourself up. As always, anticipating your needs and doing all he can to support you. Quite literally in this case. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothingly at your cheek as he plants a kiss to the corner of your mouth that sends a tingle up your jaw.

“Did so well for me baby, always do so well.”

He eases your legs onto the ground, a little shaky but they hold beneath you as he kisses you again with a gentleness that has you melting into him. He pulls away with a gentle suck of your lower lip, “you want to keep goin’ baby or are you ready to go for a rest?”

“No, I want you Joel, I need you, please!” you plead and a chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest.

“Don’ need to beg baby, you know I’ll give you anythin’ you ask for,” his hands already undoing the button of your jeans and lowering the zipper. He spins you in his arms before he pushes them below your knees along with your panties, still holding your waist as he frees his cock from its denim prison.

With his knee he nudges your legs as far apart as they will go with your jeans tangled around your calves. He pulls your hips back ever so slightly and notches himself at your hot, leaky hole, gently easing the fat head of his cock inside you.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. So fuckin’ tight for me,” he groans in your ear. Your chest is already heaving at the stretch and he’s barely even inside of you.

“Need to be quick baby so this is gona be hard and fast, tap twice on the wall if you need me to stop,” he tells you as one of his hands grabs your hip and the other clamps tight over your mouth and he spears you with his fat length. Your wail is swallowed by his hand as he rails you just like he warned.

You brace one arm against the wall to prevent yourself crashing into it with the force of his hips battering into your ass. It’s transcendent, the way it feels to have him inside you. The way everything drops away, all the fear and worry and stress until there is only him. The way your body tingles and sings for him, every atom of you alive and vibrating as he claims you.

You feel that familiar tightening within you, the pressure mounting at an alarming rate. He’s brought you to the edge with absolutely no resistance, his perfect cock pounding into you at break neck speed, your pussy leaking around him and making a mess on his balls. The rhythmic slapping of your bodies connecting easily drowns out your muted moans and his barely contained grunts. You’ve never felt more alive, more his. So when you hear a whispered, “come for me baby,” you launch yourself off that cliff with no hesitation, diving head first into the ocean of pleasure you know awaits you.

He fucks you hard through your high, prolonging the ecstasy, holding out for as long as he can, just to feel you for that little bit longer. As you come back to senses you feel his rhythm faltering, you drag his hand away from your mouth to whimper, “come inside me Daddy.”

He almost empties himself right then and there but he wrestles his desire back into submission. He needs to know you meant it before he does something he can’t take back.

“You sure baby, you want Daddy to fill you up?”

You nod, “yes, please.”

“Say it again baby, tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Daddy, come inside me please,” you beg, “need to have part of you with me.”

“Fuck, good girl, take it then, take Daddy’s cum and keep him with you,” he growls in your ear as he buries himself deep and spurts ropes of his hot seed over your walls. Feeling the heat of his spend spreading inside you, knowing he is the only man to have emptied himself inside your most scared space drags another orgasm from you, your pussy milking his cock of the final few ropes of his cum.

You slump against the wall, breathless, dazed and still connected. His arms wrap around you tighter and you turn your head to lock your lips with his.

Your body feels too small to contain all the love you have for him. You feel ready to burst at the seams with it. And you still feel that it’s not enough. Nowhere near what he deserves even though you know no one could ever love him more. And it’s in the soft moments like this, when the raw hunger you have for each other is momentarily sated that you feel it most clearly. It would be so easy to be overwhelmed by it, but with him here, wrapped around you, all you feel is safe, happy, home.

“You took it so good for me baby, are you ok?”

“Better than ok Joel.”

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

He looks so worried you have to bite your lip to stifle a giggle. “No baby you didn’t hurt me. You made me feel so fucking good,” you reassured him, giving him another soft little kiss. His relief is palpable and this time you do giggle. He playfully swats your bare thigh as he pulls out of you with a soft groan. His knees hit the ground as he grasps your ass cheeks in his huge hands, spreading you open so he can watch his pearly spend start to leak out of your well fucked pussy. He groans at the sight of it.

You look over your shoulder at him, finding him mesmerised. Your pussy pulses at the sight and you feel more of his spend leak out of you. He reaches up and gently pushes it back inside you with his fingers.

“You’re the only one Joel,” you murmur.

His eyes snap up to yours for a moment before dropping back to one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. The evidence of the trust you have in him. The evidence of his claim on you and yours on him. He hadn’t given his cum in this way to anyone in decades. Careful even before the outbreak after becoming a dad so young. But he’d never refuse you anything. And for you to let him be the first to mark you this way, his heart swells with love and pride. He falls forward and presses a soft kiss to your pussy then a gentle nip to your ass with his teeth that draws a delightful little yelp from you. You try to glare at him but he’s smirking as he stands and pulls your panties and jeans back into place and you crack, rolling your eyes at him as you turn and give him a quick kiss. His forehead rests on yours as he pulls up your zipper and does up the button while you carefully tuck his cock away and return the favour for him.

You fist your hands in his flannel as you look up him. “Joel. Promise me this wasn’t goodbye,” you choke out.

His hands cup your face, gentle but unyielding. “This wasn’t goodbye baby. This was a promise. A promise that I love you. That I’ll be yours for as long as you’ll have me. That there’s not a thing I won’t do to get back to you.”

“I love you too. And I want you forever Joel. So God help anyone who tries to take you from me.”

“There’s my ferocious girl,” he whispers pulling you into his chest. “We’ll get through this baby. It’s a good plan. But when those curve balls start comin’ we just got to keep our heads and trust our instincts ok?”

You take a deep breath and nod, “ok.”

“Good girl, lets go and get some rest then,” he says as he pulls you out of the barn and back towards the house, his cum a warming comfort within you.

[snugglebug-mj-blog]

The daughter who wasn't wanted (Remake)

Y/n Sully is the oldest daughter/ child of the sullys, meaning she was neytums twin sister.

Even though y/n was a na'vi she came out smaller and her skin was a sky demon tan color with blue stripes. She was given away an hour after birth.

After 15 years the Sully's reunited with y/n but y/n has a new family, she is loved by her new family and Mo'at.

How will the sullys react?

~15 years ago~

It had been one year since the battle had ended with hells gates when the sound of new born baby cries filled the area,

Neytiri had given birth to twins, a baby girl and a baby boy. The girl came out much smaller than a normal na'vi newborn she was human newborn size, her skin was a tannish color with light blue strips, she had five fingers and toes, na'vi ears, nose, kuru, and tail. While the boy came out perfect.

Neytiri held the small new born looking up at Jake with unsure "Ma Jake this isn't right. She looks like a sky person." she started Jake shock his head "don't worry my love." he replied.

Mo'at and the other elders were very happy about the babies little y/n and little Neteyam

~Later~

Mo'at stared at Neytiri and Jake Sully in disappoint while holding her granddaughter in her arms before speaking clearly

"Daughter, Jake Sully, If you go through with handing your oldest daughter away this cannot be fixed." Mo'at said with clear disappointment

"Mother we are doing this for the clans safety and the alliances. she looks to much like a sky demon the other clans might try to harm her." Neytiri said not looking at her mother

"We're doing this for our family" Jake Sully spoke making Mo'at hiss

"She Is Family Jake Sully! And in the way for ewya you do not abandoned family" Mo'at yelled at the two na'vis Infront of her, making them jump

"Listen mo'at we are sorry but we are giving her up she can not and will not stay here. I am the Olo'eyktan and my word is final" Jake said standing up

"Heed my words my daughter, Jake Sully" Mo'at growled as she stood up cradling the newborn "if you give up your daughter, the other clans will not praise you they will shame you"

Neytiri ears dropped before looking away and cradled her son. Jake spoke again "Mo'at our decision is final now give her to me so I can-" Jake started but Mo'at shook her head

"I am still tshaik and an elder I out rule the both of you. I will take y/n away from here, she will group up in peace and she will be loved" Mo'at said as she began to walk away

"Wait mother take her song cord so can she remember her family loves her " neytiri said following after mo'at

"The family that wanted to give her up? No but she will remember everyone and everything. You disappoint me daughter, your father and sister would be ashamed" Mo'at said walking out of the room.

Neteyam and Y/n started to cry as they felt one another being taken away from each other.

Neytiri and Jake held each other while mo'at disappeared from view.

~later~

After a few hours Mo'at finally came to her destination, the village of the Dushnikh clan a terrifying, strong, green orcish, but caring clan of Navis located in the swampy area of Pandora.

Mo'at was welcomed with open arms before they sent her to the tsahík tent, where she sat in front of another tsahík, the tsahíks daughter, and grandson

"Mo'at my old friend, it's nice to see you but what's brought you to our home without notice?" The elder in front Mo'at asked

"Leyra my old friend, my daughter had just given birth a few hours ago and she has given up on the child because she looks different." Mo'at said as she opened the baby carrier on her chest revealing a small tan Navi.

The elder na'vi and her daughter gasped "These young ones always think they know what's best. Did you talk to her about her fate if she does this?" Leyra said as she looked at the small tan na'vi child staring back at her with an incorrect toothless smile.

Mo'at nodded as she looked down at the few hours old infant "yes but my daughter and her husband didn't listen.. they said they know what's best for their family."

Leyra and Mo'at stopped talking when the toddler had walked up beside Mo'at staring down at the new born who giggled up at him.

"sister" At'ok said as he giggled when the baby grabbed his finger

Zo'ile huffed "neytiri mated with a dream walker, but as soon as the baby looks like one she wants to *growl*" Zo'ile froze before taking a breather

"Mo'at, mother. Let me raise the baby." Zo'ile said sitting straight up and reaching out for the baby.

Mo'at and Leyra froze before smiling "Leyra you're daughter is a true daughter of ewya" Mo'at said Leyra smiled and nodded

"That she is Mo'at" Leyra smiled at her daughter.

Mo'at gently gave the baby to Zo'ile. The baby looked so small in her hands.

Zo'ile started down at the baby with nothing but love and care for the child and At'ok was excited about the baby as well.

" her name is y/n" Mo'at said

Zo'ile and Leyra repeated the name and At'ok tried but miss pronounced it making y/n giggle even more.

"Mo'at I promise she will be protected and loved by the people, and you will be recognized as her grandmother as well" Zo'ile said as At'ok climbed into his mother's arms holding y/n as he curled around her into his mother's chest slowly falling asleep.

Mo'at smiled sadly "thank you Leyra, Zo'il." Mo'at said standing up

Leyra followed "of course my friend. You are welcome anytime."

Mo'at and Leyra hugged before Mo'at left.

Zo'ile told her mother good night before walking to her hut.

Once she got inside her hut she bumped into her mates chest

"Ma Zo'ile are you and At'ok alright what took so long?" Nawmrui asked before his eyes widden at the sight of the smaller tan na'vi in his mate and childs arms.

"Ma Nawmrui, Mo'at had came by for a visit and she brought her granddaughter. Neytiri and her mate didn't want the baby, when I laid eyes on her I felt the great mother telling me to take her in as my own." Zo'ile said holding the baby's close

Nawmrui slowly got down on his knees to see the baby clearly, y/n had opened her sleepy eyes before giggle and reaching ot for nawmrui gently placing her hand on his nose.

Nawmrui smiled "Oh great mother has blessed us with not one amazing child but now two. I am blessed" Nawmrui said as he got up and gently hugged his wife and his two children.

The next morning y/n had been introduced to the clan and they watched as y/ns kuru was connected to their spirit tree. The tree grew brighter and the clan was overjoyed to see the newest member of the Dushnikh clan.

Nawmrui and zo'ile stared at their two children with nothing but love and care.

If the Sully's didn't want y/n the Dushnikh clan definitely did.

[dreamerchildunofficial]

[Hey, what's up nerds! Happy new year!!

Came on to say I'm really close to starting this back up, but it's gonna be a little different in universe time wise. At least, different in terms of tracking it to our world time. One of the main differences is that Frisk's world is no longer going to line up with ours hour by hour. I still don't know how I'm going to track their time yet and when I'm going to say the loop resets again, but they are no longer on Mountain Standard Time and probably not even going to experience an hour being as long as an hour in real time.

Second difference is how long it's been for us doesn't match up with how long it's been for them. While it's been I think two years by now?? for us, I'm picking this up right where I left off for them, so only a few months worth of loops have passed for them (I forgot how many exactly, I need to refresh on that).

I can't really think of an in universe explanation for why the desync in time, so uh, time distortion shenanigans. The time loops were feeling extra temperamental lately, idk lol

Important follow up for starting this again, I'm going to try to aim for every other Friday and/or Saturday, hopefully starting this week, I'll be available to role play. And maybe I'll be able to answer one or two random asks throughout the week. That said, I'm only going to be awake throughout the night, so uh, is anyone going to actually be on between the hours of 9pm - 8am Eastern Time? 😅 I can try to wake up earlier on both Fridays and Saturdays, and I can try to go to bed later on Saturday mornings if no one is going to be up that late, but I'll probably only be able to stretch it by a couple of hours. Otherwise this may end up being like a game of telephone tag or whatever where we keep missing each other, which I'm fine with but would take some extra thought as to how to work out the beginning and end of the time loops.

Last thing: When I start this up again, I'm going to follow up on the last thing that was done (I think it was the conversation with Sans which... I am so sorry for that cliff hanger), and then I'm going to move away from plot for a little while because there's some fun non plot related asks that I haven't answered yet that I want to get to, and I want Frisk to have a little rest with what's been going on with them :3

Thank you all for sticking with me, and I'll just leave this poll here before I go to bed :3 lol]

[dayurno]

this is somewhat of a vent post & something i said i would not do again but has been plaguing me enough that i think getting it out might feel better. so. has anydoggy else been. Baffled and upset by nora sakavic’s refusal to speak on how terribly aftg has treated its characters of color? with the author of the series coming back with a new book and starting up on her online activity again, and questions of what she’d change about aftg bubbling up, it’s particularly glaring to me that we are all playing this very long game of pretend where we ignore how badly the non-white cast has been treated & her lack of thoughts on it

and i understand not wanting to bring up nicky and thea because people pick on her for it. i’m not trying to discredit nora sakavic’s terrible history of getting harrassed online by aftg fans. but i think it is very cynical, and it is very juvenile, and most of all very cruel, that she gets to ignore the very real ways the books have set up these characters to be hated. i think it’s obvious why the characters who get the most hate are the only canonical characters of color, and i think we do not get to treat this like a deliberate decision on the fandom’s part when the books have put these same characters in degrading and embarrassing and terrible positions in the first place. aftg is not a story about nice characters with clean pasts, but there is a very specific nastiness to the only characters of color being a brown man who sexually harasses and later assaults the main character, a black woman whose only scene is her lashing out at her love interest after being ignored for the first two books, and the japanese villain who gets maybe two lines of complexity before he goes back to being a terrible person. the white cast, in comparison, while not at all free from flaws, are never shown to commit mindless evil; all of their actions are ultimately justified. the book goes out of its way to give them concession after concession. we know exactly who to side with, because aftg tells us who these people are. does nicky’s assault ever get addressed in the books? does riko’s reasoning to be the way that he is ever gets more than briefly aluded to? is thea reserved even a shred of humanity or grace in her one scene?

anyway. it’s been years of talking about this and the fandom has been constantly hostile to criticism in this regard, and more recently any criticism at all, and it’s Grating to be on the other side of this discussion. it’s exhausting to know that in ten years we do not get even an acknowledgment besides the author saying she will not answer questions about nicky and thea anymore. it’s upsetting and it’s ugly and i wish no one had to talk about this again, but we do because what i thought was common sense has been washed away by a sudden influx of no-nuance adoration for the trilogy. basically i hope we all explode

[amazingdeadfish]

There are a couple different reasons why your ask blog has a lot of non readers.

It’s an ask blog with art

It’s a rare pare with not that much content

THE fan favorite character Macaque is a big part

The fic is really long and hard to get into at this point meaning less people who find it now will actually read it

Ah, I completely get what you mean!

It's a little disheartening to know that, yeah, this is all pretty much true, but I honestly don't blame people because the fic really is... way too long XDDD. Even I am getting a little sick of it to be honest, but there is still so much I need to write down. I'm committed to the bit. Perhaps too committed. I think deep down I always knew this was going to be how it is, so I'm not really surprised.

Even though this is the case, I'm certainly not going to cater the blog to people who don't read the fic (meaning: there is no way in hell am I going to turn it into it's own, separate thing, unattached to the fic series). Because, I'm not actually doing the ask blog for anyone other than myself! You are all just here along for the ride, and regardless if half of you don't even actually understand the full context of what goes on in there, I'm still very thankful for the support nonetheless!

I like to think that I have done my part by explicitly saying on the Master Post of the blog that it is in fact linked to an AO3 series. I mean, what else am I supposed to do? Link the fic to every answered question? Besides, it's not like that will help the situation any better, haha.

Also, I'm sorry about the late reply! I can't even remember how long this has been in my box for, I kept meaning to make an answer and now I've finally done it (to those of you who have also sent me something, rest assured that I am 84% sure that I have received it and the only reason you have not gotten a reply is because I have just... left it there alone for no particular reason XDD).

[rieamena]

totally (not) beating the allegations

best friend!takuma ino headcanons

contains... best friends to lovers, mutual pining, casual confession of love, kisses (platonic), kisses (romantic), modern au, high school to university au, living together-ish, fem intended reader, pet names (baby, babe, love, sexy, handsome, beautiful, sweetie, the list goes on and on), lots of physical touch, nicknames (you call takuma, kuma.), reader has a mother and a father, y'all are basically dating just without the label...

word count: 2.3k (this wasn't supposed to be long. i told myself 0.8k maximum...)

riea's comments: all sixteen people living in takuma city RISE UP! i miss my husband of 35 years so much, come back to me loml :(( something to munch on while y'all wait for the next full throttle chapter. also not too much on me if this is a drabble and not hcs idk the difference :))

first off... i just wanna say that i KNOW I KNOW that ino is one of the funniest people in the jjk cast idc idc!!! if he had more screentime (and if the situation wasnt dire) my boy would be crackin some jokes!!!!

you've been friends with takuma for around 7 years, your first meeting happening in tenth grade, when your teacher paired you two up for an interview project. when time came to actually record the interviews, it was hard to edit out you two laughing uncontrollably every fifteen seconds or so

i mean, you two just had so much in common!!! same favorite color, same favorite franchise, same favorite tv show, same favorite video game; it was like yall were the same person. there was just one thing you both disagreed on: whether hex code #286061 was blue or green

your argument ended up being the last ten minutes of the final video you submitted...

without a doubt, after that, you two became inseparable. in school, people would take notice of your closeness. when one of you were absent, teachers would jokingly ask "where's the other one?"

there was not a single thing you didn't do together, homework, go to the gym, gossip, eavesdrop, etc etc. so of course, you ended up applying to the same universities and when it came time for college acceptance season...

takuma invited you over, forcing you to bring your mailed letters from the eight universities. sprawling out over his lap, you took in the all too familiar sight of his room. you've been in his room more times than you've been in your own (and vice versa!)

i mean ino's been over to your place so many times that he calls your parents mom and dad. and you've been over to his house so much that takuma's mom practically jumped for joy every time you burst through the front doors with a "guess who's home!!!" so it was completely normal that you guys knew the ins and outs of each other's rooms, right?

"kuma, baby," you started with a sigh, reveling in your best friend's repetitive motions. running his hand through your hair, ino looked down at you, eyes showing that he was listening. "i'm scared, what if we don't–"

"ah-ah-ah! no negativity here!" he cut you off, pushing you off his lap and grabbing the letters you left on his desk. "listen here beautiful," takuma says, bringing a hand to your cheek, his heart swelling when you subconsciously leaned into it, "we're gonna take each other's letters, and open them," he handed you a white envelope, the logo of both of yours dream university on it, "starting with, kyōmei."

taking a well needed deep breath, you nodded. "okay," you and ino began to open the envelopes at the same time, only looking at each other when you saw the status. "accepted or rejected in 3...2...1..."

"ACCEPTED"

"ACCEPTED"

cue the mandatory silence before the screaming. "holy shit. you got in." "you got in." "WE GOT IN!!! WE'RE GOING TO KYŌMEI!!!!" you two practically flew off the bed, jumping up and down in celebration. peppering his face in kisses, you nuzzled your face into takuma's neck. "i'm so proud of us! i mean, kyōmei," you pulled away from his neck, shaking his shoulders harshly, "the kyōmei?!!!"

anyways, soon enough, you both realized that you'd have to move away, resulting in a seven hour search for apartments near the university's campus. and just as takuma was about to give up, you found a listing for units 19A and 19B, right in the heart of the city and just a five minute walk from kyōmei

and with that, it was moving day, well, days is more like it considering that the whole process took like ten days... finding cute furniture is really hard! and moving all of it is even harder!! and don't even get me started on the appliances! although, you and takuma found a way around it

like what do both of you need a microwave for? and there isn't a reason to have two dishwashers, there wasn't even a reason to have one! y'all kept your fridges though... who was gonna be banging on the other's door in the middle of the night for some cold water??

with time, it came for the highly anticipated freshman formal, an welcome event hosted by kyōmei itself, and of course, you had to go. so here you were, staring at your figure in the mirror as your best friend's large hand rubbed your shoulder, the other zipping up your black dress. "all done!" he breathed, taking a step away so that you could see for yourself. "i look so cute~" you giggled, hearing the clack of your heels as you twirled. "you do!" he paused, looking you up and down, "when did you get that dress?"

"your mom gave it to me a couple days ago! where'd you get that tux? i don't think i've seen it before," you walked over and straightened takuma's suit, as he laughed in response, "your mom gave it to me..."

"this was planned."

"this was definitely planned."

"we should send a picture in the family group chat!"

"we should!!! but, hair first!"

notice how i said family group chat, singular, not plural. and that's because there's a gc for both of your families! it's name was a mix between "ino" and your last name, since, in all seriousness, your families were close

so here you were, sitting pretty on takuma's lap as you focused on straightening the front pieces of his hair, because that's what best friends do!

"okayyyy sexyyyy," you squealed, moving out of the way so that takuma could see himself in your vanity mirror, "damnn, i look hot!" he smiled as he checked himself out, his hand firmly on your waist (to make sure that you wouldn't fall, of course!). "i knew i was fine but, did i always look this fine?" he asked, looking up at you with his big dark brown eyes, a playful smirk evident on his face. "yes, takuma. you're the sexiest man ever. just a bit of eyeliner on you and we'll be on our way, okay?"

turning back to your station, you grabbed some brown and black pencils before starting to lightly draw over ino's outer eye corner, "do men as sexy as me really need eyeliner?" a look from you was all he needed to know to shut up and close his eyes

and oh, how he loved being so close to you. not just emotionally but physically as well. like, not every duo can say that they barge into the other's apartment to steal snacks! and speaking of snacks... let me just say, there's a whole cabinet in his kitchen reserved for your favorite foods and! he keeps your favorite ice cream flavor stocked in his freezer

you, on the other hand, have a little space where you hide takuma's favorite anything. chips, gummies, takeout menus, you name it, you have it. because your best friend is oh-so-optimistic, it can be harder for him when he's just not having the best of days. which is why when you go your (not so) separate ways at the end of the day, you pack up a basket for him. ribbons in his favorite color, his top 15 favorite snacks from that one time y'all bought one of everything in a nearby convenience store and ranked them, takeout on the way, horror flicks he's been wanting on dvd because he said "its cooler that way", and a handwritten letter from you, for my kuma, scribbled on the envelope

dropping off the basket at his door and retreating back to your place, you'd press your ear against the wall separating your units, physically feeling your heart break when you heard sniffles. that was all you needed to practically fly over to his, a few boxes of tissues in hand. because that's what best friends do!

and don't even get me started on how many belongings y'all have at the other's place... like that one time takuma walked into your apartment announcing his presence, only to be met with silence. let me set up the scene for you. you are taking a relaxing shower when you hear a knock on the door followed by four more and then three more. "come in!" you called out, unbeknownst to you, ino's voice was closer than you thought

"already in here..., anyways. is my shampoo in there?"

"the one with the purple cap?"

"yeah, thanks babe!"

"wait, can you get me my towel?"

or that time when you causally opened the door to his unit (because it was basically yours too) and greeted him with a simple pat on his head before skipping off to find those jeans you thrifted

slight cohabitation aside, the university life was definitely... something. it was clear and obvious that you two were close, a blind man could see it. but close is a really really really vague word, and it's surely not the word that describes the way the two of you act. in this friendship, terms of endearment drop like rain from clouds. every. other. sentence. contains a "babe" or "baby" or "sweetheart" or "darling" WE GET IT OKAY...

and it seems like if y'all go a single day without touching each other, a bomb will fall from the sky and earth would blow up. his hands are constantly on you, his favorite places (when in public) being your shoulders and arms, and when at home it was without a doubt your waist and thighs. just imagine how difficult it must be for people speak to you both on campus when his arm is slung around you and your hand is holding onto his side. the rumors practically created themselves....

and when i say people were shocked, i mean they were SHOCKED when y'all were like "haha, no, we're not dating!!! we're best friends!" everyone was thinking: yeah best friends who FUCK. best friends who are IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. y'all became the campus' it couple without being a couple. how does that happen??!??

however... there were a couple of people who were particularly excited to hear that you both were single. a few girls approached you one day while in the general area, asking if it was true that you and ino weren't dating. "we aren't... why?" one of the girls shifted on her feet, clearly nervous. "well... could you um... give this to him for me?!" she bowed, presenting a pretty pink envelope. you froze, staring at the item before giggling. "i see what this is about! don't worry! i'll make sure this gets to him safely!" long story short, that letter was never delivered

and on ino's side, he had some classmates pestering him about you. asking for your favorite show, candy, date style, everything under the sun. "guys, guys! she doesn't even want a boyfriend right now!" takuma shouted, even though two days prior you were complaining about how spending too much time with him was scaring all the hotties away

but let's get into the real stuff... the realization of love

for takuma, there wasn't a "wow, i'm in love with her" moment. what he does know though is that he started feeling something different for you a few months before college admission season. to him, the world was always bright with you by his side but now... it was so much brighter. it was like looking directly into the sun; it hurt but he couldn't look away, he doesn't want to look away. you're the best thing to ever happen to him, and the mere thought of ruining what you have just for some feeling—no matter how intense—isn't... right to him

and you figured it out after a dream you had one night back in high school. you dreamt of being in takuma's arms, the ones you snuck glances at when he wasn't paying attention to you. in not dream world, all you had to do was ask and he'd gladly envelop you but the vibes in this dream were different. there was tension. and it was thick. his beanie was off and thrown somewhere on the bed, your bed. looking back at him, your breath caught in your throat, "hey pretty," he slurred, drunk off tiredness. ino's called you beautiful more times than you can count; he made sure to do it at least once a week, so why... just why did this time make your stomach heat up and your heart race? you woke up with a flushed face, queasy feeling in your gut, and a deep understanding. it wasn't just platonic love anymore

"hey," you started, eyes trained on the movie in front of you, but your mind was focused on something else, "y'know how everyone thinks we're dating?" ino nodded as you reached over to grab the bowl of popcorn. "i've been thinking... maybe they're onto something..."

takuma's gulp could be heard from miles away, "wh-what are you trying to say?"

"what are we? seriously. because i can't sit here and pretend like i don't wish we were something more."

"something more like...?"

"now's not the time to be oblivious! don't you get it?! i'm—"

"i'm in love with you,"

it was like time stood still as you looked at your best friend. his face was lit by the tv screen a couple feet away, his hair was a mess, and slightly prominent dark circles were under his eyes, but... he's never looked more beautiful to you. "have been. for a long time. we've basically been dating for like four years already. four more and then we'll get married?" he flashed his signature smile

"oh, shut up," he brought your face millimeters away from his, whispering "make me." before kissing you deeply, not on your cheek, or your forehead, or your shoulders, but on your lips this time. and all the times after that too

because that's what best friends lovers do, right?

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