#shh i know it's not x mas anymore but look at them

[suplexjones]

Instagram 12/25/22

[hoe4sports]

Harm

Leah Williamson x reader ft Sam Kerr

A/n: Been battling this huge writes block for a month now. If you have any tips on out to get rid of it, send help. You need to use your imagination on this bby

Warning: Angry Sam

Summary: You and your ex-wife struggle co-parenting

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You look at your watch.

18.53.

It’s now 1 long hour and 53 whole minutes since your ex wife, Sam, was supposed to come pick up your daughter for the weekend.

You don’t really know why you thought it would be different this time, it’s always been like this. From the moment you found her tangled up in her best-friends arms at your home, she’s been someone else. Someone you don’t recognise.

It’s none of your business anymore. You know that she parties and drinks, probably more than what’s healthy. And you know that it’s always a new girl. It’s always the same type of girl too, partygirls.

It’s the same never ending cycle. She gets a girlfriend, then she cheats on her with some random girl that she eventually ends up dating before the cycle repeats itself.

A part of you wants to take your daughter away from her. To never let her see her again. You’re her mom, you are supposed to protect her from harm. But, what do you do when the harm is her own ma?

“Still not heard from her?” Leah hums, her voice coming from behind your back.

You sigh at her while closing the blinds again, letting the last bit of hope disappear. The tears are now pressing in your eyes. You feel defeated. Leah immediately wraps you in her arms.

“Shh, it’s okay, we’ll sort this out” she reassures you. You nod while sniffing into her shirt, standing it with tears.

Your daughter coos from her little bouncer, kicking her feet with excitement. Her toothless grin spreading on her face. You can’t help it, but to turn your head to look at her. She brings a smile to your face. Her similarities to Sam aren’t there anymore. She’s growing into her own person. She has copied down Leah’s smile, just like babies does. Your hair, and your eyes. Not a single piece of Sam left in her. It eases your heart, it makes you feel less sad about your cheating ex-wife.

She cheated when you were just 1 week into your first attempt at getting pregnant. You didn’t leave at first, you did everything you could to salvage it. There wasn’t a single solution that you hadn’t tried. But she didn’t even try. The reality of the situation was that it fell through your hands like sand.

You don’t really understand why it happened. Why she chose her newfound best-friend over her wife and her daughter. It’s something you was forced come to terms with, but that you will never find in your heart to understand or forgive. Perhaps, it’s more that you have accepted the situation without being able to fully grasp the aspects of it.

Leah pulls away from the hug after giving you a kiss on the head. She moves towards your daughter, Ella, and scoops her up in her arms. Ella lets out a big yawn when she feels the comfort of Leah’s arms, settling in comfortably.

“I think that someone is up way beyond her bedtime, isn’t she?” She coos at the little baby in her arms. The sight of them makes your gaze soften, and your body relax. You can’t help it, but smile. They share something special, you just know it. Their bond is unique.

“Should we go upstairs to go night-night, huh Ellabear?” Leah asks as she leans down to kiss your daughter‘s forehead.

“Would you mind putting her down, baby? I think I need a minute..” you excuse to Leah, offering a sad smile.

You know that she’s more than happy to put her down. In fact, she’s been more than happy to put her down since even before she was born. Always excited for all the milestones you reached. Always there, always present.

Leah nods at you before taking Ella’s little hand to wave at you, you smile sadly back at them before they disappear up the staircase of your home.

You look at your watch again. 19.06. It’s been over two hours. That’s where you decide that she has missed her shot for the weekend. You move to the kitchen to find your backpack with your pencils. You reach for your notes before writing down the details around the yet again, missed agreement.

The divorce was messy. Sam wanted the baby. You refused. She pushed for visitation, and time with her daughter in court. You refused. But, Sam somehow ended up winning the case. Of course she did. She hired the best lawyers money could buy. It made your blood boil. Your lawyer recommended that you would write down every time she didn’t pick up Ella, and the details around missed visits.

Leah’s footsteps were soon to be heard coming down the staircase. Her hands eventually placed on your shoulders, lightly providing you with a gentle massage.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Leah’s voice hums. Her soft tone makes your body relax towards her frame.

“I’m just, hm, I think I feel disappointed for Ella. I know she won’t remember this, but the guilt is eating me alive.”

Leah wraps her arms around your waist before turning you to face her. Your eyes meets her, and you share a moment of silence while embracing each other.

“Ella is safe, she’s fed, she’s warm, she’s dry and she has a mommy and a Leah that loves her so much” Leah whispers in your ear.

The statement makes you feel safe, like you are the luckiest girl in the world to have Leah to lean on. To have someone step up to the responsibility when Sam failed. Leah didn’t have to, she had absolutely no obligations. But she still stayed.

“She has a mommy and a mama” you mumble into her arms, “you and me”.

Leah hums in response before your hands intertwine. Your heartbeat slows down, and your breathing softens. It feels safe. It’s feels warm. It’s like your mind unconsciously knows that you and Leah are building the foundation of a future marriage.

Her sincerity and warmth has you drawn to her. How she’s fair, how she never lets anyone get away with anything and how she is protective of what’s hers. You know that she will defend you to the end of the world, even if that means defending you when you are wrong. It’s one of her core values, to never embarrass you infront of others by arguing or correcting you.

Then, there is a knock on the door. The moment fades, and the memory is ruined by the continuous hammering on your door. Your heartbeat fastens again, and your breathing feels quicker and shallow.

You look over at Leah, and see that her fists are turning white. It’s only fair. You would feel that way too if you had something to outpower Sam. But you don’t. She’s taller, stronger, faster and more assertive than what you are.

The banging doesn’t stop, and soon enough you hear Ella’s scared cries in her bedroom through the baby-call hanging around Leah’s neck.

Leah looks at you and urges her head towards the door.

Normally you handle moments like this. But you are just so tired of it. Of Sam showing up drunk or hangover, demanding her daughter to be brought to her. It always scares you. Sometimes, you have nightmares about it. That someday, she’ll drive over drunk and get away with your baby. The kind of nightmares that only can be calmed by seeing that Ella is safe and having Leah holding you while softly stroking your back.

Leah looks at you again while nodding towards the door. The banging is still loud. This time, you can hear Sam’s voice through the door.

“For fucks same, give me my daughter. It’s my weekend! I know that you are awake”

You shake your head violently before tears swell in your eyes. You cannot find it in you to deal with Sam tonight.

“Go” Leah whispers while pointing upstairs. Your eyes widen.

“But what if she hurt-“

“I’m stronger and taller, I’m gonna be fine. Go calm Ella down, and I’ll be there soon, okay?” Leah urges moving towards the door.

You nod rapidly before going for a beeline up the stairs. You hear the door open up as you move upwards.

“Leah? Get me my kid will you” Sam commands.

Leah crosses her arms while looking firmly into her eyes.

“No, it’s past bedtime. She’s sleeping, or was before you scared her”.

“Nah, listen mate, this doesn’t involve you” Sam laughs before pushing towards the door.

Leah pushes Sam away from the entrance before grabbing the handle.

“I pay for the diapers, the clothes, the food. I put her to bed, I wake up with her at night and I wake up with her in the morning. I give her kisses and hugs, and I give her baths. What do you do?”

Sam looks at Leah with a gaze in shock.

“I, uh, I.. This is ridiculous, can I come and get her? It’ll be quick”

Leah grabs the door handle, and closes the door. But before she completely closes it, she looks Sam straight in her eyes.

“No, I suggest you leave before I call the police on trespassing.”

[strnilolover]

.✦ ── Keep Me Afloat ── ✦.

♡ Concerned!Sweet!Bf!Matt x Sad!Gf!Reader x Concerned!Sweet!Bf!Chris

⚠︎ Warnings : mental/emotional burnout, crying, sad thoughts, bed rotting, brief mention of self negelct, comfort, pet names (Ma, baby, sweetheart, angel.), angst?

♡ Wc : 977

♡ A/N : Matt and Chris are dating reader! If I’m being honest, I’ve never written a thing for a three person couple so sorry if this is eh and let me know if yall fw it? I’ve been in such a sad mood that now it’s making me want to write sad stuff again. Also if any of this is touchy subject for you please read at your own risk! It’s not very detailed but just in case. Always remember to reach out to someone if you ever need help, I am here for any of you that need to talk. <3

To say you were drained was an understatement. Your mind feeling foggy everyday as if you were just existing without ever really thinking. It became more common for yourself to just lay in bed everyday before and after work, not really doing anything to care for yourself much in between.

Matt and Chris had no idea how bad you were getting. Always making excuses not to see them because you were “too busy” when that was never really the case. You were always bad at expressing your feelings, not letting anyone offer help because you were so used to suffering alone.

It felt like you were drowning, your own thoughts consumed your mind every second of the day. You were tired, sore, and mentally exhausted. Wanting to leave your job, the weight of responsibilities becoming too much to bear.

So here you were, laying in your bed with the covers up to your chin and your stuffed animal clutched tightly in your grasp. Your two weeks already out, in and over with, no longer working. You had yet to tell Matt and Chris, slightly ignoring their texts and ghosting them as you reveled in your own mind.

They became worried, constantly talking to one another about what to do and if they should go see you because it had been weeks.

So when they had finally showed up at your home, using their spare key to let themselves in, they found it in disarray. Clothes scattered in places they shouldn’t be, take out containers littered the floor. They frowned, looking at one another as they made their way to your room.

You could hear their hushed voices, footsteps growing louder as they approached your room. Of course they knocked first, entering in shortly after. It was dark, the blackout curtains drawn closed to drown out the light.

“Sweetheart?” Matt questioned, his body moving toward the bed as Chris trailed behind slightly. You didn’t move, your eyes staring blankly as his frame appeared in front of you.

His hand came out slowly to the cover, pulling it down slight to see your face. You looked pale, the dark bags under your eyes indicating you weren’t getting enough sleep. It broke their hearts.

Chris came up behind you, the bed dipping where he sat down, his hand coming out to rub your back. “Ma what’s wrong?” He asked, the worry laced into his words.

You just shook your head at them, “couldn’t take it anymore — s’too much.” You whispered as your face grew hot. Big tears streaming down your face quickly. “I-I feel so worn down. So d-drained — m’left my j-job.” You sobbed.

Their eyes widened at your words, your tears cascading down your cheeks. Matt laid down In front of you, pulling you to his chest as Chris laid behind you. “Shh — s’okay baby. Why didn’t you tell us?” Matt said as he ran his hand along your hair, the strands tangled slightly.

You shrugged, continuing to cry into his chest. Chris’ hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, trying to help calm you. “I-I just didn’t — didn’t w-want you guys to b-be concerned.” You whispered between sobs, the tears wetting Matt’s shirt. Your hands fisted in his shirt, holding him close to you as you just broke.

“We’re always going to be concerned about you baby, whether it be for small things or big things. We won’t ever stop worrying about you.” Chris stated, Matt nodding in agreement as he added on to Chris’ words. “You can always tell us if something is bothering you sweetheart — if you’re struggling, because we’ll always be here to help you.”

You nodded your head, knowing their words were true. “I was s-so unhappy there — it became too m-much on my mental health.. and emotional health.” You stated, sniffling as your tears began to stop. Feeling too tired to cry anymore. “Became hard to find time to do anything, hard to t-take care of myself.” You added.

Chris and Matt nodded at your words, holding you in their embraces tighter. It felt good to be held by them, after pushing them away for so many weeks, allowing yourself to somewhat relax after the constant fighting with your brain.

“We’re here now angel. let us take care of you, okay?” Matt whispered against your head as his lips pressed a kiss to your temple.

Chris nodded in agreement, “you don’t have to worry about a thing ma, just let us help you feel better. How about a nice long bubble bath?” He said, squeezing your hip reassuringly.

You nodded your head slowly, allowing them to take over for you, to help you just let go. You felt Chris move behind you, standing up to walk to your connected bathroom. Cupboard doors behind opened and closed as the water began to run, Matt holding you close still as his hands continued to rub soothing circles on you.

Chris walked back into the room, making his way back over to where you and Matt were. He pulled the covers back from you, scooping you up in his arms gently as he pressed a kiss to your head just like Matt did. He walked back to the bathroom, setting you down gently as Matt followed behind.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes and into the bath okay?” He said softly, tugging your shirt up and over your head. The rest of your clothes following suit as he guided you into the tub, Matt helping where he could.

They sat there near you as you seemed to relax into the warm water, eyes closing momentarily. You somehow knew you were going to be okay, even if it was going to be hard to fix how you were feeling. But, you had two of the most amazing people to help you every step of the way.

© Strnilolover

♡ Another A/N : Wrote this while half asleep so if it seems repetitive and such I’m sorry </3

[delimeats-000]

losing v to matt

Pet Names

summary: check the request

warning: smut, language

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

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“truth or dare?” matt says pulling a card from the deck to ask his next question.

“truth.” i whisper in the dark of matts room, the only light being the laptop in front of us.

“how old were you when you lost your virginity?”, he chuckles in a low tone.

i shine him an awkward smile, before picking up his root beer to take a sip “uhhh, that information is not yet available.”

“what?” he whisper yells, eyes blown wide.

“i just haven’t had a connection with someone like that.”

“fair.” he shrugs.

i feel weird so i try to explain. “it’s not like i don’t want to, like if i met the right guy who respects and genuinely likes me then yknow hop in my pants but i haven’t found that person i mean i found you but like you dont like me like that although i wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to-”

he cuts me off with a kiss.

he pulls away slowly, “sorry.” i lean in kissing him again.

“wait, are you ok with this?” i pull away looking back and forth between his eyes for any sign of uncomfort.

“yes, i really really want this.”

we kiss once more, the deeper it gets the more he pulls me in. one hand on my cheek and another on my waist he pulls me to sit in his lap. i wrap both arms around his neck, pulling him into me.

pressed up against eachother, he begins kissing down my neck. shuddering under his touch i let out an unintentional moan.

“shit. dont do that, gonna make me hard.”

i grab his face and have him look me in the eyes. “what if that’s what i want?”

he flips us both over, on top of me he pecks my lips before asking, “are you sure?”

i nod my head.

“use your words, beautiful.”

“matt, please. take my virginity.”

“yes ma’am, you gotta be quiet though ok? dont want nick and chris to know im in here fucking you.”

he takes off his shirt and asks my to slide my pants off aswell. moving down the bed he runs his hands down both sides of me. they glide down to my lace underwear and he kisses my pantie line. he hooks his fingers under the waist band pulling them down and off completely.

“im gonna make you feel good, ok?”

“yes matt please.”

“good job, using your words.”

he spreads my legs and smiles, “so pretty.” his thumb comes up to my clit, rubbing in circles and at a slow pace.

“fuck, matt. i want you inside me, please.”

“gonna stretch you out first, sweetheart. just be patient.”

all these pet names are killing me, i know he knows by the way i squirm under him with every name he groans out.

he runs a single finger down my folds and gets it wet before sticking it inside of me. his finger does circles inside me. i moan, at the new sensation if his long slender finger in me.

with one more moan he adds another finger scissoring and curling them slowly.

“matt, fuck- im ready please”

“are you sure baby?”

“yes matt please, fuck me”

“anything for you, pretty girl.”

i let out a long whine at the loss of his fingers, he pulls his pants down along with his boxers.

kissing me softly he lines himself up with my entrance, he gently pushes in stopping when his tip in inside me.

“FUCK!! fuck- matt”

“shh shh, i know princess. we have to be quiet remember?”

“yes, sorry matt”

“dont apologize baby, it’s ok.”

he stays still for a moment longer let pushes himself into me completely without warning.

i cover my mouth to not let out any noise. “good girl. so proud of you.”

not wanting to waste anymore time i ask him to move. he slowly thrusts into me. the pace is agonizingly slow, i need more.

“matt faster, please.” i whine.

he speeds up now pounding into me holding my right hand in his and with the other he presses down on my lower stomach.

“doing so good baby, you look so pretty taking me like this.”

“fuck ma- matt i think im cumming.”

i feel myself come undone all over him. “good girl, cum for me baby.”

and with that i completely release everything i have onto his cock, im a moaning mess as we ride out my high. he pulls out and with the loss of his dick inside of me i feel empty, he begins stroking his length getting himself off the the sight of me fucked stupid in front of him. he cums all over my stomach, the warm white ribbons burn into my skin.

he leans over and kisses me, “you did so good for me. lets get you cleaned up now yeah, princess?”

“yes, please.”

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i really like this one, love you 🫶🏼

[sofasoap]

Losing you

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka “Mini” MacTavish )  Summary: Nothing shakes him, even facing enemies on the battlefield. Until he gets the call. Part of König's route in Mini MacTavish verse.

A/N : Part of @saltofmercury ’s ““The Favorite MacTavish” , where the reader/OC is Soap’s little sister. Thanks to her kindness leading me her character :D

“masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

König couldn’t stop the shake in his hands when dialling the number to his brother in law. “I heard. We are on our way.” Soap picked up and answered in one ring. Short and yet to the point. König can hear the noises and banging sound in the background and he rushes towards the transporter himself. 

“PA.” König was shocked when he heard his son’s voice and not yours when he picked up the call on his burner phone. During the time you two are together and married, never once you rang or message him on the burner phone. No news is good news.

“Alex?”

“Pa…Ma.. Ma….. she..” “Deep breath son, What is going on?” König tries his best to calm his son down, or trying to calm himself down as well?? Why is his son ringing him instead of you? What is going on?

The news of you being in an accident sent König reeling. His Liebling. His love. When he got to the hospital, Soap and Ghost were already there, standing outside the entrance of the ICU, doing their best to comfort their nephew. “PA!” Alex ran towards his dad, not able to contain emotion anymore. Bending down to scoop his boy into his embrace, doing his best not to cry together with him. 

“I’m sorry Pa I’m so sorry.. I couldn’t protect Ma like I promised..” Alex burst out crying in his father’s hold, apologising again and again. König closed his eyes, the amount of expectation he had put on his young boy to look after his mother while he was away, and now the guilt eating him up. He felt bad putting the pressure onto him. “Shh.. Sh.. It's ok, You did well. You have done well boy..” patting his back, kissing him lightly on the head, trying to let his son know he isn’t the one to blame. “What’s her condition? Can I go in and see her?” König holds his son, rocking him gently, anxious to know the update as Soap comes up to him.

“Critical but stable.” He lowered his head and pressed his lip tight together before letting out a sigh and ruffling his own mohawk, “They had to revive her twice. Not quite sure how much damage that has done to her.” 

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Ghost talking to his wife, still in her PPE gear,discussing something in hush and low voice, with him nodding his head, brows furrowed. She noticed Konig out of the corner of her eyes, and called out to him.

“König,” Rachel jerked her head, indicating him to come up towards her. He stood up, adjusting his hold of his son while he walked towards her. 

“We have to put her in an induced coma,” eyeing the boy, and looking at the two men she paused. König whispered to his son, Alex nodded his head before giving his dad a tight hug and a kiss, before being passed over to Ghost. Giving him a pat on the back, Ghost took the boy towards the cafeteria. Leaving the three adults to talk alone.

“Johnny probably told you, we had to resuscitate her twice already.” Staying as professional as she could, not letting her emotions get involved, “I am sorry to be the bearer of the bad news König, we are doing the best we can. But for the moment, only time will tell.”

Leading both of them into the ICU, passing by few of the other patients and towards your bedside. It took every ounce of König’s determination not to kneel and breakdown as he finally saw you, batter and bruised, a deep gash on the side of your head, the shallow rising and falling of your chest and constant beeping of machine, is his only reassurance that you are still alive, on this world.

“We’ll take Alex home, König. You stay here with her tonight.” Soap fatigue and stress evident in his eyes

Not trusting his own voice, König grabbed Soap’s arm firmly, as a sign of gratitude, Soap took one last look at his sister and left the ICU. König sat there with you for days, and nights. Watching you silently fighting for your life. Family and team mates taking turns to come and check on König and your recovery progress. This is the moment he is grateful that his family and brother in arms are there to help him out. 

“It was hard. Not knowing when you were going to wake up or not.”“ I thought I had lost my big teddy bear… the only man I love…” He thought back to your words, when he recovered from his battle injury. Now he understand that uncertainty, the despair, The fear. The fear of losing you forever. 

[quintessencewrites]

Brain-Break

ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader

“No, my Queen. If you will not indulge my idea for a moment to give you peace, then you will, at the very least, not work in such silence that you stress yourself anymore. Understood?”

Riri stifles a giggle at your words, sending Shuri to return to her work obediently, grumbling under her breath as she did. “-going to speak to me like that in my own lab.”

Warnings: Explicit language, implied smut, fluff

Word count: 2.8k+

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Requested by: @laurensmabel1 I love your requests hon, keep em coming <3

Songs featured:

In My Feelings by Drake

Heartbreak Anniversary by GIVEON

Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion

Look at Me Now by Chris Brown ft. Lil Wayne and Busta Rhymes

The end of the day and arrival of the weekend put an extra pep in your step. No more crying babies, no more poop-filled diapers. Nothing but you and your girls, at least for the next two days. 

“Princess Y/N has arrived,” the AI booms through the lab as the doors part for you. 

Shuri’s head shot up from her work area. “Y/n? Mholweni, standwa (Hello, my love), but what are you doing here?”

Riri glances up to steal a peek at the large digital clock displayed over your head, above the doors. 

Her soldering iron falls from her grip and clanks against the steel floors. “Shit, Shuri, it’s already 4.”

“Mhm,” you hum as you glide over to pick up the tool for Riri before she hurt herself. Placing it in her hands and a peck upon her cheek, you settle atop the empty desk stationed across from the frazzled girls. “We’ve got a dinner reservation in about an hour, my loves. Did you forget?”

Riri’s head shakes so hard, you wouldn’t be surprised if the small girl had made herself dizzy. “Nah, ma, we’d never forget you. We just got caught up.”

The Queen echos a similar response, “These suit modifications have been kicking our ass and Okoye will be here any minute expecting them to be done.”

Their eyes were overflowing, sadness and exhaustion filling their beautiful, brown orbs. Riri spoke up, “Baby, we’re gonna miss our reservation if we don’t hurry-”

Tears threatened to spill, the frustrations clearly taking a toll on her usually clear mind. “Shh, intombi yam (my girl). Don’t worry about the reservations. What can I do to help?”

“Can you solder the mechanical bond on point C2 to the electrical bond on point D5?” Shuri asks, completely serious.

“... what else can I do to help?”

Your hesitation brought forth a laugh from both girls and with their shared laughter, you notice some of their worries wash away. “Just sit here and look pretty?” the taller girl suggests instead. 

“That I can do.”

Settling back onto your place on the barren desk, Shuri and Riri fall back into their routine, muttering instructions to one another that sound like a foreign language to you. Other than the whirring of their tools and their sometimes whispered voices, the lab space is very quiet. Much too quiet for you, having spent all day babbling with babies who have yet to develop their speaking skills. 

An exasperated scream falls from Riri’s lips, echoing and bouncing off the walls in the mute room. “I don’t know Shuri, baby. This shit is feeling pretty impossible.”

Shuri’s eyes roll at Riri’s dramatics. “Sthandwa, cwaka (My love, hush). You know better than to scream like that in here. Someone could’ve been startled; dropped something and gotten hurt.”

“It’s only us in here.”

“Okay, I could have been startled, dropped something, and gotten hurt.”

Annoyance fills Shuri’s words and you can tell the two geniuses are moments away from snapping at one another.

“Okay, my loves,” you say, jumping from the table, pulling the girls attention away from one another and onto you. 

Two quick steps later, you’re standing next to Shuri, rubbing the small of her back to calm her. “It sounds like its time for a Brain-Break.”

“A what?” she sighs, leaning into your touch. 

“A Brain-Break. It is something I have taught the older children at the daycare. You are too focused on the task at hand; your mind is too clouded. Give your brain a break”

Riri smiles at your attempt to relieve some of their stress and opens her mouth to oblige, but Shuri beats her to speaking. “Thank you, usana, but we don’t have time for a Brain-Break. We barely have time for a pee break.”

Shuri would spend all day cooped up in this lab, giving in to the pressure and have no problem with it. Riri, on the other hand, for sure needed that break. 

Walking over to the smaller girl, you rubbed your digits up her back, slowly and gently. “Griot,” your voice rang out.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Would you shuffle through my playlist, please?”

“Yes, Princess.”

Bass blasts through the speakers, and Shuri looks up at you, bewildered. “Y/n,” she started. 

“No, my Queen. If you will not indulge my idea for a moment to give you peace, then you will, at the very least, not work in such silence that you stress yourself anymore. Understood?”

Riri stifles a giggle at your words, sending Shuri to return to her work obediently, grumbling under her breath as she did. “-going to speak to me like that in my own lab.”

Trap,

Trap Money Benny

This shit got me in my feelings

Gotta be real with it,

Yup

Iron Heart is already swaying to the lyrics, still beneath your touch. A pained smile crosses your face, knowing your girl is going to crack under the pressure if she doesn’t get a Brain-Break.

“Riri, do you love me?” you rap out to the unsuspecting girl, earning a grin that dominates all of her features.

“Are you riding? Say you’ll never, ever leave from beside me, cuz I want ya, and I need ya, and I’m down for you always.”

You extend your hand to the other love of your life, who’s got her head down, trying so hard to ignore your antics. “Shuri, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you’ll never, ever leave from beside me, cuz I want ya, and I need ya, and I’m down for you always.”

Riri releases the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard, but Shuri’s harsh gasp pulls you away from it. “Y/n, where are your kimoyo beads?”

The lyrics continue to wash by, unsaid, as you share Shuri’s gaze. “Huh,” you say dismissively. “I must have left them at the daycare.”

“Left them at- Usana (Baby), why were they off to begin with?”

A shrug from you appalls the girl even further. “The babies like to teeth on them. I take it off and put them in my desk so they can not get to it. I must have forgotten it there.”

The curls hanging from the queen’s scalp bounce as her head sways at your words. “My hard work, hand-crafted, engineering genius-” Now its Riri who rolls her eyes at Shuri’s dramatics. “-reduced to a teething toy for tots?”

Before you have time to respond, Shuri stands upright, rising to her full height, and heads for the exit. “I am going to retrieve them. Riri, usana (baby), keep working. Please?”

She’s gone before either of you answer. Turning towards your girl, excitement oozing from your features, you pull her body in close to yours. “Ready for that Brain-Break?”

Riri relaxes in your hold. “Y/n, I know you just heard Shuri tell me to keep working.”

“Genius yam entle (My beautiful genius),” you saw lowly, with a kiss to her nose. “She is taking a break, and so must you.”

Shuri returns to the lab, your kimoyo bracelet in hand. The music blasting through the space greet her before the doors even open. “Queen Shu-” Griot attempts.

“Quiet, Griot,” Her Majesty speaks out, eyes blessed with the sight before her. 

You and Riri are performing the final lyrics as the song comes to an end. “Cuz I remember every time, on these days that feel like you and me. Heartbreak anniversary, do you ever think of me?” belts out of the two of you, slightly off-key.

Both of you are still unbeknownst to your audience when Griot announces the next song. 

“Shit, baby, this is my song!” Riri has completely abandoned the work before her as Megan’s explicits roar.

Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit,

Riri takes it upon herself to MC this one, while you’ve taken up the role of dancer. 

Bent over and obeying the words of Megan herself, Riri claps her hand against your backside, smacking your bouncing cheeks to the beat. 

Post me a pic, finna make me a profit

When the liquor hit, then the bitch get toxic,

Why the fuck you in the club with niggas wildin?

The sound of laughter pulls you and Riri from your facade concert. Shuri is still standing at the entrance, chuckling at the sight of her girls. “Riri, I thought you were helping me!” she accuses as she struts over. “Y/n, since when can you get down like that?”

She’s messmorized at the display that was just before her. “What is going on?”

Your shrug mirrors Riri’s. “Brain-Break,” you answer in unison.

“This is a Brain-Break? If I knew there’d be ass thrown, I would have agreed the first time.”

The grin that adorns your face is too bright to be hidden. “So, you’re agreeing now?”

Shuri shakes her head in defeat. “I’m agreeing to one song. Then we really have to finish this work.”

Griot announces the next song, and the queen shrinks into herself. “Not this one. I can not perform this song.”

Her cries are ignored. “I call Wayne,” you shout, knowing Riri was going to try to fight you for it. 

“That’s not fair! I should get Lil Wayne!”

“I already called him, usana (baby).”

“He’s American, I’m American. I want Wayne’s part,” the thrown girl whines. 

“Riri, they’re all American.”

An eyeroll is all you get in response as she turns to Shuri. “Ma, you got Busta’s part? I want Chris if I can’t have Wayne.” A side-eye dedicated to you accompanies her words.

“Bast no, I can not do Busta Rhyme’s part! I don’t have the lung capacity for that!”

A devilish smirk appears on Riri’s gorgeous face. “You had the lung capacity last night when you were between y/n’s-”

The song starting cuts off Riri’s words as a deep blush rises on Shuri’s cheeks. 

I don’t see how you can hate from outside the club. You can’t even get in.

Shuri is still looking for a way to escape her impending doom when Riri reaches for the wrench abandoned on their work station, though it is a wrench no more. It’s now her microphone as the embodiment of Christopher Maurice Brown washes over her. 

Yellow model chick

Yellow bottle sippin’

Yellow Lamborghini

Yellow top missing

She flicks the curls hanging in Shuri’s face.

Yeah, yeah

That shit looks like a toupee

Shuri’s jaw falls, her mouth agape at Riri’s/Chris’s words and the giggle that escapes earns you another side-eye.

I get what you get in ten years, in two days

Ladies Love me, I’m on my Cool J

“Wait,” the Wakandan royal mutters. “Ladies love me, I’m on my Cool J… LL Cool J… Is that what the LL stands for?”

Now it’s your mouth that hangs open. “Shuri, my love, there is no way you are figuring this out just now. Like right now.”

Her gaze at you is bashful and embarrassed. “Shuri,” you cry out, engulfed by the laughter that is shaking your body. 

Before the queen can respond, Riri jumps up, landing hard on the empty table. It wobbles beneath her, though her voice and poise are as steady as ever. 

I ain’t really mean to say on my dick, 

But since we talking about my dick,

All of you haters say hi to it

Her free hand rests on the crotch of her jeans and that’s when you notice it. Shuri’s obviously noticed as well as her disbelief rings in your ears. “Are you wearing your strap?!”

With a ‘mic’ drop, Riri’s demeanor relaxes. “Not important right now, babe. It’s your turn.”

Slowly, Shuri reaches for the disregarded tool and holds it to her lips. Her deep breath echoes as though she held a real microphone. “Okay,” she says to herself, allowing an awkward bob and sway to move her lanky limbs. A whole beat behind, she starts, “Cuz I’m feening and I’m running and I’m feening like ah, got away, get away and away and I won’t stop, cuz you know I got to win everyday, everyday, day.”

The laughter takes over before you can stop it and you meet the ground, unable to stand on your unsteady legs. Riri’s laughter chimes out as well. 

Griot calls out, “No, my Queen, it’s Cuz I’m feeling like I’m running and I’m feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away. Better know that I don’t and I won’t ever stop, cuz you know I gotta win every day, day, day-”

Your laughter hits you harder, “Even the damn AI knows it.” Tears stream down your cheeks as Riri holds onto the table to steady herself. 

“Shut up, Griot,” Shuri retorts. To you, she says “I told you two I couldn’t do this part.”

Riri stands, walking bent over to a disappointed royal. “I got you baby.”

She grabs the wrench from Shuri’s grip then holds out her hand, “Tag me in, ma.”

“Tag you in? This isn’t wrestling, Ri-”

Riri’s bouncing with giddy now, shaking her outstretched hand in Shuri’s face. “Tag me in!”

It takes another eye roll and shake of her head before Shuri finally taps the excited girl’s hand. “Yes!” Riri hisses, climbing back onto the table. 

And I be banging on my chest

And I bang in the east, and I’m banging in the west

Riri’s performance plays out once again as she thumps upon her sternum, first facing left, then right.

The lab doors open and close again, though none of you notice. Okoye enters, eyes raising at the scene before her. “Gener-” Griot attempts to do what he was programmed to do, but Okoye silences him, wanting to remain undetected for just a while longer. 

Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it

And I gotta cut all through this traffic

Just to be at the top of the throne

Better know I gotta have it, have it!

Finishing up her encore, Riri reaches down towards you, offering a hand to help you onto the unstable ‘stage’. 

Griot has taken to the ‘Look at me now’s’ stringing off in the background and Riri claps your hand, once, twice, three times. “I’m tagging you in, baby.”

Shuri releases a laugh, amused by the two of you, and in the background, Okoye does the same.

You reach up to release the bun from your head, shaking loose your curls as they hang around your face in the same way Lil Wayne’s locs hang in his. 

Man, fuck these bitch ass niggas,

Shuri cringes at the explicits rolling off your tongue so easily and Okoye raises a brow, having never heard her princess exhale a single cuss word, let alone three in a row.

How yall doing?

I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance

I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three Stooges

Riri is still standing on the table with you, your movements combined, swaying the thing. “Get down, standwas (my loves). I am not fixing either of you up tonight if you get hurt. I already have a bunch of work to do,” Shuri begs, calculating in her head whether or not she’ll be able to catch the both of you if you were to fall.

I don’t care what you say, so don’t even speak

My girlfriend a freak like Cirque du Soleil

You change the lyric a bit as your hand snakes around Riri’s waist, pulling her in close, eyes dropping to the strap that you hadn’t forgotten about. She blushes under your gaze.

Shuri catches your line of vision and traces it to Riri’s pants. “Oh yeah, intliziyo encinci (little heart), you gonna tell us why you’re so casually strapped up at-” she turns her head to peek at the clock and catches sight of Okoye, finally stepping out of the background, dragging a slow clap with her.

“Ikaka (Shit),” Shuri whispers.

“Shit,” Riri repeats, dropping your hand from her waist and climbing down from the table. 

“Mm,” Okoye hums before speaking. “A really… delightful show your majesties.” A smirk is hidden behind her stonic appearance.

“Y/n,” she calls out to you as the smile breaks. “I feel as though I should wash your mouth out with soap.”

A sheepish chuckle vibrates from you. “Yeah, you probably should.”

“Small girl,” She’s addressing Riri this time, eyes trailing up and down her body. No doubt, she’d been here long enough to hear your conversation about Riri’s strap. “I’m choosing not to speak about this, to save us both the embarrassment.”

Riri just nods as Shuri attempts to mask her laughter with a cough. Okoye turns towards her queen slowly, smile no longer present. 

“Shuri,” she acknowledges.

“Hm?” the Queen asks, lips tucked thin in a straight line.

“Have you finished the modifications for the Midnight Angel suit?”

Silence follows, everyone quiet, the music having been cut short minutes ago. 

Laughter erupts, filling the space. The beautiful sound is coming from Riri who is laughing so hard, tears spill from her tightly shut lids. Her amusement is contagious, spreading to you next, then to Shuri herself. 

“Shit,” the royal gasps. 

Masterlist

[olenoname]

Adopting Gyutaro and Daki: Afterlife

spoiler, angst, concept of death, wholesome

Gyutari/Daki x adoptive mother reader

Part 1 Bad Ending

Update: I was thinking about this song today and I had to post it with this.

*What is this place? Hell?*

"Brother! Eww, I hate this place, where are we? I want to leave, do something!"

Gyutaro turns away from Ume to find his way out "is that the exit?" "Don't follow me anymore" Why? Wait for me ple-"" I said don't follow me!" Ume trembled as tears threatened to fall, her brother has never spoken to her like that "Are you upset about earlier? I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

"I don't think you're ugly, brother! It just sucked! I just hate losing. I didn't want to accept that it was my fault we lost!" She continues "I'm sorry for being incompetent, if I had been more useful, we wouldn't have lost. I'm sorry for always holding you back!!" He doesn't respond "hey... brother!"

"You and I are no longer siblings, or anything else for that matter. I'm going this way, you head the other way towards the light" he directs without turning his head. This hurt her more than anything, they were supposed to stick together, he said so, how can he abandon her now after everything they've been through, the lives they took.

Ume chases after him and clings to his arm "oy, Ume, let me go!" "No, I won't let go, we're going to be together forever! No matter how many times I'm reborn, I'll always be your sister, brother, so don't hate me, don't leave me! Meanie, you said you'd never leave me!"

He remembers. He did say that, as much as it hurts him to know that she accepts this fate, he takes her hand and descends towards the darkness.

"Ume. Gyutaro", a voice chirped, that voice, they knew this voice, it's been so long. They stopped in their tracks in disbelief, tears brimming, faces heating up from the string of emotions, is it really you or is this a trick?

They turned around, only to see you at such a short distance "Hello my children", you greeted them with a warm smile "it's been a while." Ume choked up and was the first to run towards you, only for Gyutaro to follow suit "Ma/Mama!"

You embrace them as they crash into you, balling their eyes out and soaking your yukata. "That's it, let it out, I'm right here" "Mama! You must hate us, don't you?!" "You wouldn't have died in that fire if it weren't for us!" "No. No, no, no. I'm not upset with you two. I don't regret having you, you're my children, I waited for you right here for this day."

"You've been dead for a hundred years! We're sorry we made you wait this long, Mama, we didn't know!" "shh, it's okay, it's okay, it was worth it, we're all here together now" you gently break away from the hug and take their hands to face them towards the light. Gyutaro looks at you with a worried expression and suddenly younger "Ma..." "shh, it's okay", you assure him as you walk them towards the light.

"We're going home."

Good Ending

[sacredsorceress]

Her Hand || Bucky Barnes

pairing: 40’s!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: after months of keeping your relationship a secret, your brother steve finds out and bucky has an important question to ask him

a/n: another addition to my bucky x rogers!reader collection because i simply could not get them off of my mind last week and i also love bucky and steve’s friendship with all my heart

word count: 2.5k

warnings: quick fight, none

masterlist || request || taglist

1941

You and Bucky had been seeing each other behind your brother’s back for months. You were shocked you both had gone on for so long without Steve finding out considering how neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. Whether it was sneaking kisses when your brother wasn’t looking or holding hands under tables- you needed each other like you needed air.

Despite the fact that Bucky was his best friend, you knew the moment your brother found out everything would change. Steve was nothing if not overprotective of you since the deaths of your parents and his own struggles growing up. He just wanted what was best for you and you knew that, but sometimes the lines were blurred on what that was- especially when it would come to dating... and dating Bucky no less.

So, not wanting to risk your brother’s rage and his friendship with Bucky, the two of you had been keeping your relationship a secret. You knew eventually you would have to tell him, but you both were in such romantic bliss that you told yourself that was a future problem.

You had first told yourself that ten months ago and the future was bound to catch up.

“Buck, you need to go.” You giggled against his lips before pressing yours against his once again. “He’s gonna wake up.”

“C’mon Y/n.” Bucky chuckled, gripping your waist tighter and pulling you closer to him. “He sleeps like a rock. Just let me in, hmm? Just for one night?”

“Shh!” You hushed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re not stepping into my room while my brother’s home without a ring on this finger, mister. You understand me Barnes?”

“Doll,” He groaned, throwing his head back which just made you laugh harder. “You know I’ve got a plan- you just gotta be patient, Y/n- trust me.”

Lacing your fingers into his hair, you laughed against his lips.

“Shush, James. You’re gonna wake him up!” You whispered. “You gotta head home.”

“If you insist. One more kiss?” He asked.

“One more.”

Pressing your lips against his, you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, both of you laughing out of pure bliss. 

Pulling yourself away, you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side only to be met with the sight of your brother standing in the doorway of your apartment.

Eyes growing wide and heart thumping in your chest, you and Bucky jumped away from each other, you pushing him behind you.

“Steve, I can explain.” You pleaded, holding your hands out in front of you.

Watching as his hands balled into fists at his sides, you knew you weren’t going to be getting out of this one easily.

“You better have a damn good explanation.” He said, firmly.

“Steve, I-” Bucky attempted to speak up, moving from his spot behind you to be by your side.

“You can have every girl in this city, Buck, and you just have to go after my sister too?” Steve asked in disgust, cutting off his friend.

Glancing from your brother to his friend, catching a sadness you had never seen before in his eyes, you shook your head.

“Stevie it’s not like that-”

“It’s always like that, Y/n!” Your brother shouted, turning his attention back to you while pointing an accusing finger at Bucky. “You don’t know what he’s like! He takes out a different girl every day and I used to turn my head, but God damn it! My sister too?”

You and Bucky had always known that there wouldn’t be a necessarily positive reaction from your brother when you first told him, but standing in the midst of the situation now you both wished you could escape to seconds before.

A part of you felt so guilty you wished you had told him earlier.

Maybe his reaction wouldn’t have been so bad.

“Steve, I- I don’t do that anymore.” Bucky said, his voice faltering. “I know that I’ve done stuff like that in the past, but it’s over for me now. I care about your sister, Steve. I love her.”

Rather than relax at his friend’s confession of love, you watched as your brother took a deep, long, shaky breath.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked.

“Steve-” You attempted to ease him.

“I said ‘how long has this been going on!’” He shouted this time.

“Ten months.” Bucky confessed calmly from beside you.

It happened so quickly that you couldn’t stop it.

Rather than shout once again, seeing red, you watched as Steve threw himself at Bucky, shoving him to ground and climbing on top of him.

“Oh my God!” You shouted in shock, wrapping your arms around your brother’s torso to pull him off of your lover. “Steve, get off of him!”

Rather than let go, your brother pulled the collar of Bucky’s shirt, shoving him against the floor.

“Ten months!” Steve shouted. “You’ve been seeing my sister for ten fucking months and you didn’t say anything? She’s not something that you can just mess around with-”

Throwing a punch to his best friend’s face, Bucky cursing in pain but not moving to throw Steve off of him, you found the strength to tug Steve hard enough to pull him off, you both falling to the ground in the process.

“Shit!” Bucky cursed, holding his eye.

Glancing from your brother back to Bucky, you pushed yourself to your feet, making your way to Bucky’s side. You dropped to your knees and attempted to examine his wound before turning back to your brother.

“You know- this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.” You told your brother. “I mean, God, Steve you’re so overprotective of me. You get so mad when people think you can’t fight or handle yourself, but you do the same shit to me. I can handle myself! I’ve known Buck just as long as you and I know what he used to be like but it’s not like that anymore, Steve. I know what I’m doing. I’m with Bucky and you can either come to terms with that or... I don’t know... but I’m not leaving him.”

Noticing how your brother’s shoulders began to relax and his fists loosened at his sides, you turned back to Bucky, gently brushing your fingertips against the bruise forming around his eye.

“I should get you some ice.”

Rather than agreeing, Bucky shook his head adamantly.

“No. Leave it doll.” He groaned, moving his hands up to hold his eye once again. “I deserve it.”

Glancing back up at Steve you saw him sigh before reaching his hand out for Bucky to take. Glancing at you and then Steve’s hand, Bucky took it, Steve pulling him to his feet.

An awkward silence hanging between the three of you for a brief moment, Steve was the first to speak up.

“Y/n, can you leave us alone for a few minutes?” Your brother asked.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged standing up. “You gonna try to throw him over the fire escape?”

“Y/n, it’s okay.” Bucky said, pushing himself up to his elbows. “Head inside. I’ll be fine.”

Eyeing Bucky and then your brother, you sighed, shoving past Steve to reach the open door of you and your brother’s shared apartment.

“If I see another bruise on his face, Steve, I sweat to God I’ll kill you.”

And with that you shut the door.

Watching the door slam and his face, Steve sighed, moving to sit on the steps that led up to your apartment, Bucky following behind. 

Groaning as he slowly situated himself beside his friend, Bucky glanced at Steve and sighed.

“I’m sorry for not telling you.” Bucky said, staring out into the dark night in front of him. “I was just afraid of what would happen when you found out. You’re my best friend and I didn’t want you to get so pissed that you never wanted to talk to me again... or never let me talk to her again. I really love your sister though, Steve. This isn’t like the other ones.”

Steve knew without him even saying it that you were different from his past relationships. He had never seen his friend so sincere, so vulnerable. Ten months was far beyond the longest relationship Bucky had ever been in which lasted a total of three weeks. Ten months was a long while for anybody- especially his best friend.

“So uh... ten months huh?” Steve asked, glancing at his friend sat beside him. “That’s a... that’s a long time.”

“Yeah.” Bucky agreed, turning to face Steve. “That’s kinda why I’m glad you know now. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about... if you’re in a good mood anyway. I don’t want a matching shiner.”

Not being able to hold back his laugh, Steve chuckled, nodding his head.

“Go ahead, Buck.”

Although Bucky had run through this conversation since one month into your relationship, as he sat there now next to Steve, he didn’t know if he would actually be able to say it. He had gone through hundreds of different scenarios thousands of times, but choosing the right one in this important moment seemed almost impossible.

His mind drifting to you though, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He didn’t want to. In his mind he had already waited long enough.

“I just want to do this right, Steve.” He said, facing his friend, trying his best to sit still and stay calm. “You know, I’ve thought about how I have to do this my whole life- asking the dad and everything- but I don’t know if it’s better or worse that I have to ask my best friend.” Bucky chuckled. “I know your sister can handle herself and everything- she would say that it’s stupid that I’m even asking you and everything- but I love her and I just want to do this right because she’s it for me, pal.”

“What are you saying?” Steve asked.

“I wanna marry her, Steve.” Bucky said finally. “And I don’t want you to think this just came out of nowhere. I’ve known for a while. Ma gave me her ring ‘n everything and I’ve been ready for so long, but I couldn’t do it without telling you and asking you for her hand ‘n all.”

Staring at his friend, eyes growing wide, it hit Steve for the first time just how serious not only Bucky was, but your relationship. You were Steve’s little sister, adopted at an age that he had barely known life without you and Bucky was his best friend- a friendship forged so young that he couldn’t remember not having him by his side. It was hard for Steve to believe the words he was hearing out of Bucky’s mouth.

Not only were you and Bucky in love with each other, but he was ready to devote his life to you.

“Wow, Buck.” Steve exclaimed at a loss for words. “What happened to her being a ‘nosy punk’?”

Chuckling, Bucky shrugged.

“C’mon you know I always had a soft spot for her.” He said. “I don’t know... things changed. I’m sorry for not telling you, pal, I am. I was just scared of losing her ‘cause she’s the best damned thing that ever happened to me.”

Moving his hand to Steve’s shoulder, Bucky gripped it gently.

“I promise I’ll take care of her.” Bucky said sincerely. “As much as she’ll hate it- I’ll do everything I can to protect her. I know I don’t have much, but I’ll give her a good life, Steve. I’m with her until the end and then some. I’ll be haunting her ass as soon as I’m six feet under.”

Not being able to help the laugh that escaped his mouth, Steve chuckled, resting his hand on his friend’s shoulder in return.

“So you really love her?” Steve asked.

“Steve, I’m asking you to let me marry her.” He said. “Of course I love her.”

Removing his hand from his friend’s shoulder, Steve shook his head in disbelief.

“This is a lot to take in, Buck.”

And it was. 

You were his sister and as hard as it was, he would do whatever it took to protect you. He almost couldn't help but feel a part of his heart sink, feeling as though you didn’t need him anymore. But as he stared at his best friend and heard both yours and Bucky’s words replaying in his mind he couldn’t find it in himself to stand between either of the people he cared for most.

The longer Steve thought about it, the more relieved he was that his two favorite people had found their way to each other.

“You promise you’ll take good care of her?” Steve asked, glancing at his friend in the dark night, only the light shining through the window of the apartment highlighting his face.

“I promise, pal.”

Staring straight ahead of him, Steve finally nodded.

“You have my blessing- or whatever it is- to ask her.” Steve said, giving his permission. “It’s her decision, but I’m not gonna stand in your way, Buck. Just don’t forget about your brother-in-law, alright?”

Not being able to help the complete and utter joy he was feeling from the pieces finally coming together in his life, Bucky shook his head, laughing.

“God, ‘brother-in-law’.” Bucky repeated. “This is really happening, huh?”

“I guess so.” Steve smiled, standing to his feet. “Now go plan that proposal and everything. You’ve convinced me, now you just gotta convince her.”

Only chuckling in response, still sitting on his spot on the step, Bucky fiddled with his fingers, basking in the relief of the weight he had been under finally being lifted off of his chest.

Moving towards the door of his apartment, Steve glanced over his shoulder at his best friend.

“Hey Buck?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“For uh...” Steve said, clearing his throat. “For what it’s worth... I’m glad it’s you.”

Not giving him an opportunity to reply, Bucky listened as the door shut behind Steve, leaving Bucky on the steps of your fire escape alone with his thoughts.

Slipping his hand into his pocket Bucky pulled out the ring his mother had given him two months before, twisting it around in his fingers. It took everything in his power at that moment to not knock on the door of your apartment and propose to you right then and there. Instead, he closed his eyes, feeling the cool metal against his skin, planning just the right way to convince his best girl to spend the rest of her life with a lovesick fool like him.

[doyumacy]

RIDE OUT - 12

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the morning of the race you find yourself sitting on a bench on the santa monica pier.  it’s 6 am. your hands are in the pockets of your hoodie and you're watching the ocean waves. this may be the last time you ever see and hear them.

you also think about yuta and mark, and you've come to the conclusion that you can't live like this. if everything goes according to yuta's plan, the first thing you would do is talk to them and let them know that you've made a decision. and your decision is final.

you take a deep breath and purse your lips thinking.

you can't help but think of all the memories with yuta, all the things you did and went through together. all the moments with him and how his presence brightened your days and how happy he made you. yuta would remain as a memory in your mind and you know it's time to move on.  you also know you could never forget yuta because he is your first love, and maybe the love of your life. but things don't always happen the way you expect them to, and that's okay.

and yes, you will always be grateful to yuta for protecting you and your brothers, but from the moment he made the decision, the relationship would never be the same again

mark is your future and if there is one thing you are completely sure of, it's your feelings for him. you deserve the happiness you have found with mark, and mark offers you a real relationship with no secrets. and honestly, being with him has given you back the happiness you had lost a long time ago.

you notice out of the corner of your eye that someone is sitting next to you. it's yuta. he leans back, sliding a little on the bench.

without looking at you, he looks out at the waves and he can tell you’ve made your decision.

he sighs and slowly turns his head to you. “it’s mark, isn’t it?”

your eyes dart to him. “yes.”

yuta nods. “i figured you’d choose him, so that’ why i brought you this.”

yuta hands you a yellow folder with a bunch of papers inside of it. you take it and you open the folder. the big bold black letters call your attention. “LOS ANGELES SUPERIOR COURT”. you look at him. “they just need your signature, i already signed them.”

“yuta…” you mutter.

he shakes his head. “it’s okay, y/n. i really hope mark can make you happy. you deserve it.”

you tilt your head, looking at him. “you deserve to be happy too, yuta.”

he sighs. “i was once and lost it, but it’s alright. the fact you’re standing here, alive is enough for me.”

“i’ll always love you, yuta.”

“i know,” he nods. “i’ll always love you too, y/n.”

his hand reaches for yours and kisses it. “i should go. i’ll see you tonight.”

he stands up from the bench and you stop him by taking him by the hand. “wait. i got something that’s yours.”

you shove your hand in your hoodie pocket and take out the golden chain he gave you. “you should have it back.”

yuta shakes his head. “it’s yours, you keep it as a sign of our love.” he approaches you and cups your face kissing your forehead. “goodbye, y/n.”

you hug yuta tightly. “thank you for everything, yuta.”

you go to mark’s place and after knocking twice and getting no response, you use the key he gave you. you unlock the door and there’s no sign of mark in the living room or the kitchen. he must be sleeping. you go to his bedroom and open the door trying to not make any sounds. mark is comfortably sleeping, you look at the clock on the wall and it’s almost 7 am.

you take your sneakers off and your socks as well. you walk over to the bed and crawl under the covers, spooning mark, he moves a little when you rest your hands on his chest and he places his on yours. your feet touch his and he groans.

he instantly rolls to look down at you, the expression of a kicked puppy, expecting an explanation.

“y/n,” he says, “your feet are icebergs!”

you smile looking at him. "i love you."

"i love you, too," he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. "but if you touch me again with those cold feet i'm kicking you out."

you giggle and your right foot brushes his left foot. he groans again. "y/n!"

you laugh. "shh, go back to sleep."

"i'm trying," he closes his eyes and his right hand makes its way down to your lower back, getting to your ass. you take his hand and place it again on your waist. he frowns and opens his eyes. "hey, that was not nice."

"if i make breakfast will you stop whining?"

"are you trying to poison me?"

"hey, that was not nice either," you pinch his abs.

he chuckles. "baby, you are smart, a badass, sexy, caring, emphatic and give the best blowjobs, but cooking ain't your thing."

you smile, shrugging. "i couldn't have every trait."

"i'd still bang you," he kiss your temple.

"even though i'm not a married woman anymore?"

mark tilts his head confused. you grin and rest your chin on his chest, looking at him. "got the divorce papers today and i signed them."

"oh..." mark nods. "oh... wait, hold on, why? i mean, that is great news, i just didn't expect it would happen anytime soon."

"you're my future, mark." you rest your hand on his cheek, cupping that side of his face. "so, here i am and i don't want to be anywhere else."

mark beams and takes the hand that is cupping his cheek and plants a kiss on it. "are you proposing?"

you roll your eyes and groan, making him chuckle. "come here, baby." he pulls you for a kiss and cups your face. "i'm never letting you go. ever. i love you."

you kiss mark back. you sigh into his mouth moving your lips against his and then biting his lower lip slowly, pulling it. soon your tongue massage his and explores his mouth

you grab his jaw and turn his face to the side. the kiss is soft and sweet, just under his sharp jaw and then, you bite lower. he bites his lip.

your lips move down his neck slowly tasting his skin as you breathe in his wonderful scent. “honestly i don't understand why you use perfume to sleep," you chuckle against his neck. "but i love it so much."

mark giggles. “you never know when your girlfriend will break into your house and seduce you at 7 am.”

you laugh and sigh. “this is how i want to spend the rest of my mornings.”

“it feels like you’re proposing again,” mark purses his lips. you roll your eyes and pinch him again. “ouch! i was joking, geez.”

“i’m gonna leave, mark,” you warn. “show me some love.” you pout.

“my god,” he scoffs. “you’re so needy.”

“mark!” you whine.

he smirks and gives your nose a peck. “i’m so glad you walked into my life.”

you smile. “are you proposing, mark lee?”

“please explain to me how we are together?”

you shrug. “because we’re both a pain in the ass.”

“yeah,” he nods. “but you’re the biggest pain in the ass.”

you squint your eyes. “loser.”

“christer,” he grins.

“what even is that?” you laugh.

“oh baby, i need to take you home,” he sighs. “my home.”

“i thought i was your home?” you raise an eyebrow.

“you are my second home,” he pecks your nose.

you nod as you start drawing circles on his neck with your finger. “so, is the seducing thing working?”

mark smiles. “who’s the horny one now?”

“let’s say you're wearing black shirt and grey sweatpants, turn me on,” your hand goes down his stomach and you look at him smiling, “and guess what?”

he hums, his eyes not leaving yours. “i’m not wearing any panties and a bra.”

he smiles sideways. “naughty girl. what should i do about it?”

you shrug, your hand going lower until you find the hem of his sweatpants. “i don’t know, teach me a lesson?”

and that’s how you end up with mark between your tights, your hands pulling from his hair as you arch your back and choke a loud moan when you feel cumming for the second time. “fuck fuck fuck m-ma ah,” you look down at him and you notice his eyes are on you as his mouth and fingers work on your heat.

as you’re coming down from your high, you feel his fingers start moving inside you again, his thumb slowly rubbing on your swollen clit. “mark i-i can’t,” you whine and the grip on his hair gets tighter.

mark hovers over your body and kisses your jaw. your hair is all messed up and his fingers are glistening with your juices. he places his fingers on your lips, gently tapping them so you can open them. you take his lips, sucking them and tasting yourself on them. you lick them clean and mark smirks. “good girl.”

your hands push his black shirt up, over his head making him pull away. you slowly stroke his stomach and his eyes are focused on you, burning holes through you. “god, you’re so hot.” you mutter.

he smirks and cups your face kissing you. “you’re a goddess. deadly sexy.” he bites your lip.

“fuck me, mark,” you murmur, kissing him.

“okay,” he smiles teasingly.

mark sits up and frees himself from his grey sweatpant, running his damp hand over his hard shaft. you lick your lips looking down at his hardened cock. “your dick is pretty.”

mark laughs, jerking himself. “you wanna know how it looks prettier?”

you nod. “inside of you.”

you grin and rest your back on the bed again, spreading your legs for him. “then let’s make it look prettier.”

mark smirks as he moves and positions himself at your entrance. he pushes his tip into you and moves slowly, making sure you feel the stretch as he pushes every inch into you. his hands grab your hips and sighs. “i fucking love how you take me so well.” he takes one of your legs, hooking it at his hip.

“mark,” you moan, biting your lip. he grins softly, his thrusts are slow as he slides his dick in and out.

“yes, love?” he hums, sliding in until he’s balls deep inside you.

you moan again, throwing your head back. “oh shit.”

mark giggles and starts fucking you harder, king and deep strokes, his hands holding tightly your waist. he runs his thumb over your clit as he rocks his hips. he moans under his breath as you clench arohnd him. he thruts deeper, groaning as he feels your nails dig on his back.

you whine as mark pushes your leg up to your chest and his thrusts are quicker and hard. you moan. “oh my god. mark!”

loud moans tumbling from your lips as he thrusts deep inside of you. your hands tangle in his hair, “i’m gonna cum, mark. oh god. you fuck me so good,” you exclaim.

mark pushes your legs a bit further to gain a deeper angle. you whine out, your pussy clenching around him. he moans, he loves feeling you cum around his cock. you feel mark cumming deep inside of you. he moans, snuggling into your neck. “oh lord. i love you so much,” he mutters, panting.

“you’re so cheesy after sex,” you reply, panting as well making mark laugh.

he rolls off you and takes his shirt cleaning your thighs. “we made a mess, baby.”

“let’s take a shower together,” you smile.

“that i like better,” he helps you to get up from the bed and hugs you from behind, walking to the bathroom.

mark kisses your neck as you open the door and laugh when you feel something poking in your ass. “again?”

“you’re so hot, i can’t help it,” he shrugs. “besides, i haven’t fucked you in my shower yet.”

“then what are we waiting for?” you pull him closer.

mark is driving you home when you feel your phone buzzing, you frown when you see doyoung has texted you. you unlock your phone.

from: doyoung.

to: y/n

there has been a change of plans. we’ll meet at hollywood boulevard. be there at 10 pm.

“what is it, baby?” mark asks, his eyes focused on the road.

“doyoung changed the location,” you look at him and gulp. “what if he knows something?”

“let’s not think ahead of ourselves, okay?” his right hand finds your left hand. “text yuta and tell him.”

you nod and with your free hand, you text yuta and sigh locking your phone once the message has been sent. “y/n?” you turn to face mark. “i’m coming tonight.”

jisung doesn’t tell you, but he’s panicking. and he’s scared. scared that you or him, or both end up getting hurt, or worse, dead just because his stupid mistake.

he walks around the living room thinking what he can do to fix it, but whatever comes to his head, it’s too late.

“no!” johnny’s voice startles him, making jisung turn his head towards his upset brother.

“johnny, listen to me!” you take his arm. “this is the only way. the plan we had won’t work.”

“she’s right,” yuta mutters from the corner he’s standing. “it’s too risky and maybe too crowded.”

“i don’t give a fuck about other people!” johnny exclaims. “i only care about my sister and my brother’s safety for fuck’s sake.”

“what’s the new plan?” jisung asks, everyone’s eyes going to him.

you take a deep breath. “i will be driving your car and you mine.”

jisung frowns, confused. “what good will that do?”

“it will give us time so yuta can finally arrest doyoung,” you explain. “when he realises i’m the one driving, you’ll be miles away. safe and sound.”

“and what about you?” jisung glances at you.

“i can take care of myself,” you reply.

“i’ll be there,” yuta and mark say at the same time. they look at each other for a few seconds.

you shake your head. “don’t worry about me, jisung.” you approach him and stand in front of him. “as soon as we hit the ending line, you keep driving. i’m gonna pretend i’m you and i’m gonna lose on purpose.”

“and when ‘jwi’ has to face him, doyoung will realise that well, the real jwi escaped and yuta’s men will be there already,” mark tells jisung. “you’ll drive to my place where a friend of mine will be waiting for you. you’re gonna be safe there.”

“it’s stupid.” johnny spits. “and suicidal.”

“it’s our only chance,” you look at him.

“tell her she’s wrong.” johnny stares at yuta.

yuta slowly shakes his head. “it’s our only shot.”

johnny groans and runs a hand through his hair. he stares at you and then at jisung. “if one of you dares to not return home tonight, i’m gonna be pissed so you better be here.” he clears his throat.

johnny hugs you both at the same time and sighs. “you two won’t ever stop giving me headaches.” you and jisung giggle and you hug johnny tightly. he responds to the gesture by kissing your forehead.

johnny looks up at yuta and mark, who are standing in the living room watching the scene. he cocks an eyebrow. “you guys wanna join?”

yuta laughs, scoffing, shaking his head. “i actually should be going. see you later.”

yuta leaves your house and you look at mark. you open up an arm so he can join your hug and he smiles softly walking to you and hugs you. jisung and johnny laugh. “this is so awkward.” jisung murmurs.

“let’s stay like this for one more minute,” you say.

hollywood boulevard is crowded as hell that night. tourists, locals, everyone going everywhere. you’re inside of your car, waiting for doyoung to call or text.

several minutes pass and your cell phone vibrates. it's another message from doyoung.

from: doyoung.

to: y/n

drive to la brea avenue.

you do as doyoung says and once you’re on the avenue, you spot his luxurious car. you park your car and walk to him. he smiles when he sees you. “long time no see, my dear.”

“what’s the route?” you ask.

“rude,” he cocks an eyebrow, crossing his arms on his chest. “the route, you’re gonna drive through hollywood hills until you get to the 101, and i really hope you get there first, y/n. i’ve waited enough.”

“are you insane?” you look at him. “we can’t drive through residential neighborhoods, there’s not enough space for two cars.”

doyoung rolls his eyes. “okay, you’re backing off. let’s just wait for that dude, and as soon as they arrive, i’ll have my sniper to shoot them.”

“no!” you clear your throat. “fine. i’ll do it.”

“that’s my girl,” he smirks. “i’ll be waiting on the 101, don’t take too long.”

doyoung gets inside his car and drives away. you’re trembling at this point, the streets of the hills are not exactly the best for a race; streets with very sharp curves, the space is very small even for a single car and the most risky thing: entry and exit of cars.

you sigh and shut your eyes, praying everything will be fine.

you hear jisung’s car motor and you turn on your heels. he gets off from his car and you walk to him. “ready to wake up some people?” you joke.

“yeah, hope it won’t be me crashing into their gates,” jisung jokes as well.

you bite your lip. “we should start.”

jisung nods and hands you a black cap. “i always use it when i drive.”

you take the cap and stare at him. “try driving as if you were me.”

“i’m definitely losing then,” he mocks.

you chuckle and take a deep breath. “i will see you at mark’s place, okay?”

“yes.” he nods and hugs you tight, kissing your cheek. “be safe, y/n.”

“you too, jisung.”

you get into his car and take your hair inside of the cap just in case, since the windows are too dark for anyone to notice who’s driving. you start the car and line up next to jisung.

your stomach is in knots as you start your engines. the rumble that usually brings you excitement frightened you now. you grasp your hand again and are holding tight.

the cars go with the roar of engines and squeals of tires. jisung shoots ahead, but you're close behind. luckily, you barely ran into a few cars.

you can tell the 101 is close since you start spotting more cars and traffic, but that doesn't stop you. you keep driving and as you're about to reach the ending line, you slow down so jisung can pass you and win.

but jisung's car doesn't slow down. you frown and push the brakes so you can start slowing down but they don't respond. you see how jisung keeps driving. 'at least he's gonna be safe.'

you try to use the emergency brake but it doesn't work either. you grip at the steering wheel and you decide to exit the 101 where the traffic is lighter until you reach a point where the road is empty and you can still stop the car.

your eyes go to the emergency brake to check quickly if there's something that can give you the idea why they're failing. in time to see your headlights illuminate an animal bolting across the street in front of you. you veere hard to avoid it. you feel your heart skip a beat and your breath catches in your throat as the right side of the car lifted into the air, time seeming to stand still for a second.

and then the car is flipping, the window slamming into the ground first, the force of it driving out any remaining air your lungs may have contained. glass from the driver side window scattered across you, forcing you to shut your eyes to protect them. the car rolls over and over, finally coming to rest on its roof.

suspended from the seat belt you can feel the blood rushing into your head. glass cut at your hands and arms as you try to unfasten the seat belt. you can see the pavement right outside the windshield. you scramble for the door handle but the frame around the door is too dented to allow it to open. and you're scared of moving too much. you hands are shaking and you don't feel any pain. you touch your face and feel warm liquid falling from your head. it's blood. and now it's dripping off on your neck.

you hear footsteps approaching the car and when you turn your head slightly, you quickly recognize who those black patent leather shoes belong to. you gulp as you notice he stands at the height of the window and peeks out his head. doyoung smiling and clicks his tongue. "look what we have over here."

doyoung sticks his hand through the window and grabs your jaw hard, tightening. you whine and try to take his hand off your face, but he is only tight at the grip. "where the fuck is your brother?"

"i-i don't know what you're talking about," you whisper.

doyoung groans and yanks your jaw free violently. "i'm gonna ask you one more time, where is jisung?"

you keep your mouth shut and doyoung sighs. "okay, i see you like things the hard way." he spots a deep cut on your chest and presses on it with force, hurting you. you cry, almost screaming but refuse to tell any information about jisung.

"fucking whore," doyoung mutters as he keeps adding pressure on the wound. you feel tears falling down your eyes and let out a sigh of relief when doyoung removes his fingers.

"i see you're willing to die for him," he stands up, dusting off the dust from his expensive dress pants and wiping his blood-stained fingers on them. "then you'll die."

you hear more footsteps approaching and spot two pairs of shoes. the two men remove the door and one they have taken off the seat belt, doyoung bends down again and, grabbing you by the hair, pulls you out of the car. you whimper trying to get him away from you but your body is too weak. you know you're hurt everywhere but feel numb.

doyoung drops you to the ground, your hands keeping your head from hitting the hard pavement. he rolls you on your stomach and takes your hair making you kneel. his face is close to yours. "it was a pleasure working with you, gorgeous."

you see doyoung taking a gun out from the back of his shirt and loads it. you gasp as you close your eyes, lowering your head. and then, all you remember is hearing a gunshot right in front of you.

i'm sorry, johnny. i love you.

i'm sorry, jisung. i love you.

i'm sorry, mark. i love you.

[thefallennightmare]

Hard to Love [19/?]

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 2748

Warnings: this story will have mentions of abuse, mental and physical so please read at your own risk. Some swearing, angst, and a good amount of fluff. Maybe some smut if I'm feeling frisky.

Summary: After moving to a new town all on her own, Reader would do anything for a stable job and income. Even if that means housekeeping for one of Boston's eligible bachelors. What she didn't expect was finding herself falling in love with him and finding him out about the past that she was running from.

A/N: I couldn’t leave you guys hanging all night! TBH, I’m not sure how much longer this series is going to go. I’ve got a few things in my brain but well see how long this lasts! As always, enjoy :) 

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Chris’ POV. 

A broken sigh fell from my lips as I sat on the back patio, Scott and my mom sitting at the table next to me. They had been here for the morale support, knowing that if I was still left alone, I would have gone insane. 

The bags under my eyes had darken, my facial hair had grown longer than I usually like; I hadn’t had the will to shave. My long hair was matted on my head, refusing to get off the couch to shower. I didn’t want to risk missing her phone call. 

“How long has it been?” Scott asked, his voice breaking the last ten minute silence. 

I looked at my watch and choked back a sob. “Almost 48 hours.” 

“They’ll find her, honey,” My mom rubbed my back. 

Running a hand over my face, I nodded. “I keep thinking that if we haven't fought that night, she would be home right now. I can’t believe those were my last words to her. What if that’s all she's going to remember if she di-.” 

I wasn’t able to finish my sentence, a loud sob replacing my words. 

“Chris, you can’t think like that. You have to think positive.” Scott stated. 

“How can I?!” I yelled while I stood to my feet, the chair scraping on the pavement.

“Her crazy ex husband has her! For all the cops know, he could have killed her the second he hit her with the bat!” 

My voice was deep and bellowed through my backyard. Thankfully it was only us outside so I didn't need to explain myself to anyone. 

The news of Y/N’s kidnapping unfortunately had been on every news channel local to Boston and Chad’s face was plastered all over social media, hoping any tips would pour in. My phone had non stop messages from family, friends, and fans. A lot of the fans thought it was a hoax since I hadn’t said one word about it. 

“Any tips come in online?” My mother asked. 

“Nothing, everyone thinks it’s a hoax,” I sighed. 

“Why don’t you say something?” Scott suggested. 

I looked at him skeptically. “I don’t know how that would help.” 

“You have a huge fanbase, Chris; especially around Boston. It doesn't hurt,” Scott said. 

Sucking on my bottom lip, I tossed the thought around in my head, back and forth back and forth, until I decided with a nod. Someone would be able to find something. 

I stepped away from them while pulling out my phone and clicked the live button on Instagram, taking a deep breath beforehand. The light had turned green, indicating I was live. 

“Hey everyone. I’m sure a lot of you heard the news about Y/N. First off, I want to say that it is true. She was abducted a few blocks from here almost 48 hours ago. The cops have evidence that her ex is behind it but they’re having trouble finding where he took her.” 

I ran a hand through my hair and continued. “We’ve been together for almost a year and she means the world to me; almost as much as Dodger. Hell, even more than Dodger. She’s everything to me, I need her back home. So if any of you have any information please pass it along to Boston PD. Or you can even send it to me but please, I beg you, serious leads only. I love her. Let’s bring Y/N home. Thank you guys, you are simply the best fans. I love you all.” 

The live ended and immediately I noticed the outpouring coming from everyone that had watched the live, letting me know that Y/N was in their prayers and that they would help bring her home. 

A few tears rolled off my cheeks and I let out a shaky breath, holding back the sobs. My mom snuck up behind me and wrapped herself around me, pulling into a much needed hug. 

My body crumbled in her embrace and the sobs became louder, burning our ears. I could help but grip my fingers into my moms back, even if she was shorter than I, but suddenly I was a little kid again. She always knew when I needed a hug or a shoulder to cry on. She knew exactly what I needed to get over heartbreak and she knew exactly when to back off when I needed space. 

Right now I needed her. 

After a few moments, I finally pulled away from her and thanked her with a kiss to the cheek. 

“Thanks mom,” I forced a smile to my face. 

“Of course,” she cupped my cheek, “I’m going to make you something to eat.” 

I went to protest but she immediately hushed me, saying that I looked like I hadn’t eaten in days. 

It was true. 

“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay with you?” My mother asked.

Scott sat behind the wheel while I leaned against the window of the passenger side in front of my mom. They stayed for a few hours after dinner and when the clock struck seven, I knew that they should head back home to rest; they’d been by my side all day. 

 “I’ll be fine, I’ve got Dodger.” I nodded. 

“Chris,” she tsked. 

“Ma, I’ll be fine. If I need anything, I’ll call.” I reassured her. 

Her hand rested on my cheek and with sad eyes, she nodded. “She’ll come home.” 

“I know. What’s killing me is not knowing-.” 

“Chris?” 

Looking to my left, my shocked eyes watched in horror as the figure walked towards me. I scurried away from Scott’s car, closer to the figure. She looked broken, bare feet tore up with cuts, but what caused my lips to tremble was the blood that covered her dress. 

“Y/N?” My lips quivered. “Baby?” 

Readers POV.

The soles of my heels burned with every step I took, closer and closer to my destination. The pavement scratched and cut my bare skin and I hissed in pain after every few steps. I wasn’t sure how long I had been walking but knew that I had a bit more to go. 

A soft breeze tangled around my legs, causing the cuts to sting and I let out another hiss of pain. I pulled the jacket closer around me, blocking out the view from anyone I had walked past, which thankfully wasn’t many. I was in a part of town that the scene of me, disheveled and cut all over was nothing new. I could feel all parts of my hair was matted and stuck to my face, the sweat and blood dried a long time ago. 

As the sun began to set, I knew I had to make it back before dark. This part of town was worse at night, but compared to what I had endured, that didn’t scare me. Nothing could scare me anymore. 

Time passed slowly as the streets started to become familiar and as my tired feet turned the corner, the familiar three story home that had all those windows slowly came into view. The closer I got, the bigger the windows looked. My heart leaped into my chest when I saw him leaning against a car, talking with someone I couldn’t see. It didn’t matter, however, all that mattered what that I had made it back; back home to him. 

“Chris?” My voice was raw and broken, barley coming past my lips. 

He pushed himself off the car, taking large strides towards me. His hand outstretched and shook, afraid that I wasn’t real. 

“Y/N? Baby?” 

Everything seemed to slow as I stood in front of him, broken and a mess, knowing that with the look in his eyes that he hadn’t slept since I left. 

“Is that...blood? Oh, god, please tell me it isn’t blood,” he cried, pulling me into his arms. 

I broke down in a sobbing mess in his chest, the hell from the past few days finally catching up to me. 

“It’s not mine,” I choked between sobs. 

“Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you,” Chris cooed, large hands rubbing circles on my back. 

His body shook with sobs, happy that I had found my way home and sad from everything that happened to me. 

“We should get you to a hospital, baby.” Chris cupped my face. 

I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine but I couldn’t force myself to close the distance; thankfully Chris understood. 

“I’m fine,” I tried to fight. 

“You’re not fine, Y/N. Please, let me take you to the hospital.” Chris begged with sad eyes. 

Eventually I nodded. I didn’t want to go to the hospital because I knew the cops would get called which meant I had to tell them what happened; something I wasn’t ready to tell. 

Silence was all we heard, threatening to pull us in deeper, as we waited for the doctor to return with the officer; they wanted to go over everything with them in the room. I agreed.  

Chris had his eyes trained hard on the floor, his body unreadable. 

“Chris?” My voice was quiet. 

He slowly looked up. “Do you need something?” 

I nodded and patted the spot next to me on the hospital bed. “Can you sit with me? I really need you right now.” 

In a flash he was up from the chair in the corner of the room and by my side, arm wrapped around my shoulder. He kissed my forehead and the warm gesture was enough to slowly heal my heart. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” 

We both looked in the doorway and Chris greeted an officer and the doctor. 

“Baby, this is Officer Ramirez, she’s handing your case.” Chris informed me. 

The word sounded so wrong coming from his lips; your case. 

“Are you feeling alright?” The officer asked. 

I shrugged. “Better than I was earlier. The drugs helped ease the pain.” 

“Are you alright if I go over the results in front of him?” The doctor suddenly asked while nodding toward Chris. 

Linking our fingers together, I nodded. “He’s my boyfriend. He was with me for the tests, he’s staying for the results. 

It was the doctors turn to nod. “Alright. So you have two bruised ribs, a laceration to your neck, hip and hand which we all stitched up. Some bruising on your face, a black eye, and a few minor cuts on your face as well. You do have a slight concussion so do take it easy for the next week. The bottom of your feet are severely cut up and we pulled quite a few debris out of them so I recommend staying off your feet as well.” 

Chris stumbled over his words, trying to ask the one question that burned in his mind. Even though I reassured him countless times, he still needed to hear the doctor say it. 

“What about the rape kit?” He finally breathed out. 

“Negative. There was no sign of trauma and no foreign fluids. I don’t know how you survived, Ms. Y/L/N, but you are a fighter. I’ll leave you alone with Officer Ramirez.” 

After she left the room, I stole a glance at Chris who’s shoulders had eased up a bit, knowing that I wasn’t raped. I knew that it was on his mind the whole time I was gone and since I came back. 

“Are you up for giving your statement now?” Officer Ramirez asked. 

I nodded. “I need to.” 

Chris went to leave but I placed my hand on his thigh to stop him. “Please don’t leave me.” 

He nodded. “Okay, I’m right here.” 

Taking a deep breath, it came out shaky as I started telling them exactly what happened to me. 

“He had me in a run down motel room across town, I knew it was across town when I was able to escape. When he was getting ready to put on a condom,” I felt Chris’ body stiffen next to me, “I saw the knife he’d brought on the table next to the bed and I didn’t even think about it; I went for it.” 

“He was too fast and grabbed the knife before I was even off the bed. He used it on my, cutting up parts of my body. He didn’t care how loud I screamed or writhed in pain, he liked it.” 

“Uh, after he smacked my head against the wall for trying to escape, he handcuffed me to the bedpost so he could run out for something. I couldn’t hear what he said, my head was throbbing in pain. He was gone for quite awhile and I stayed locked to the bed the entire time. I remember feeling how warm and sticky my blood was as it dripped from my body.” 

I cried out, my hands shaking with the awful memories. 

Chris wrapped his arms around me to calm me down and looked at Officer Ramirez. “Can we finish this another time?” 

“No,” I shook my head while pulling away from his chest. “I have to tell them where his body is.” 

Chris’ head snapped over to me, his mouth falling agape. “Don’t say another word, Y/N. Not until I get you a lawyer.” 

“Damnit Chris, I don't want a lawyer! I did nothing wrong!,” I yelled. “That bastard, after he finally came back and unhandcuffed me, he passed out drunk in the bed next to me. I thought about running out but I knew that he would find me again. He felt me get out of bed and pulled me back down. We fought for the knife and he kept punching me in the head, smacking me against the wall. All I had was one second as he wiped my blood from his hand to reach for the knife, pushing it deep into his chest!” 

My cheeks were soaked with tears, replaying the memory of the knife going into Chad’s heart over and over again. How easily the knife slid into his chest and the sound it made hurt my ears. 

“I was so scared of what I had done that I sat in the corner of the room in the fetal position while his body went cold and ridged. I finally was able to will myself up and stole this dress from the laundry room of the hotel and walked all the way home.” 

Chris looked at me, completely helpless and broken, but knew that I needed him more than ever. While he had me in his arms, Chris looked over to the officer. 

“It’s clear what this is,” He stated. 

She nodded. “The defense attorney won’t be pressing any charges. We only needed to get her statement.” 

Chris and her chatted for a few more moments, her saying that she would be in touch, and it was finally Chris and I alone. 

“You alright?” He pulled my chin up to meet his eyes. 

“I was afraid I was going to die,” I admitted, “The only thing that kept me alive was thinking of you.” 

“You’re incredibly strong, Y/N.” Chris breathed in my hair, savoring my scent. 

Even though I was still covered in blood and sweat, not being able to shower until they collected evidence, I still smelled divine to him. 

We found ourselves laying in the hospital bed, my head on his chest, and I could feel his heart beating rapidly through his chest. 

“You can relax, I’m home now.” I reassured him. 

A stray tear fell from his eyes and I was quick to wipe it away. 

“I thought I lost you. I kept replaying our last words to each other in my head and blamed myself for what happened.” Chris admitted with a shaky breath. 

“No,” I cupped his cheek, “None of this is your fault; or mine. I’m sorry I ever compared you to him.” 

“Don’t apologize. I was being an asshole,” he stated. 

“I just want to move past this,” I sighed while laying my head back on his chest. 

Chris agreed with a kiss to my forehead. 

“I love you,” he muttered against it. 

My head shot up, looking into his eyes to see if he meant what he had just admitted. 

“What?” I asked. 

“I love you,” he said again, not missing a beat. 

Getting through the last 48 hours of hell had been worth it because not only had I survived, I made it back home to the man that loved me and who I loved. 

“I love you too,” I pressed my lips to his, feeling the familiar taste encase my tongue. 

There was a long road to recovery in front of me but I knew that it would be an easy one to walk; with Chris by my side.

[xwing-baby]

A Day Off (Mandalorian x Reader)

This was inspired by everyone’s favourite @dindjarindiaries ​ and her lovely fic ‘The Challenge’ go read it because it's way better than this bullshit that my brain came up with. You’re an amazing writer Molly, I am sorry for this. I’m not sure why I really wrote this, but I hope you enjoy!

IMAGINE: Din leaves you for the day to go on a hunt. You entertain yourself and end up very drunk by the time he comes to find you. Hilarity ensues. (Drink responsibly kids!)

Word count: 2.4k... this was meant to be short. 

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, violence, and vomit! Please drink responsibly!! Cheeky bit of pining, little bit of flirting, fluff at the end!

The decision to leave you out of today’s hunt was a mutual one. You were tired and in need of a rest, the quarry was easy and Din was more than capable on his own anyway. So, he left you in a small town a few miles from his destination. In that small town, you found a tired old cantina, filled with enough booze and pleasant conversation to survive the next few hours. 

The hunt was done, the victim handed off successfully to the right person and Din was on his way to find you so you could move on to the next planet. He was tired and bruised from the hunt and wanted to get back to the safety of the Crest sooner rather than later, but knew as soon as he heard your distinctive laugh from outside the cantina that that was not going to be the reality. 

As if you knew he was coming, you stumbled out of the door before he could even open it. Your hair was messed up, strands falling out of the tie and into your face. There was liquid spilled down the front of your shirt and your boots were untied. You looked a mess. For a second he was a little worried, until a goofy smile spread across your face when you recognised him. 

“You came back!” You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around the Mandalorian. Shocked, Din stands still. Not really sure what to do with himself. You notice and laugh, stumbling back off him. “You were gone for like a million hours! I missed you” 

“It was ten hours,” Din said with a smile, “But we’re going now,”

“Great, ‘cus I don’t think I can go back in there again,” You ran ahead of Din a few paces and grimaced. “Not a lot of friends were made today! But-but- but! I did a good thing actually!” Din just kept walking, trying not to entertain your rambling. You carried on anyway, you were used to his silence by now. “There was this twi’lek right, looked great but oh my stars! The worst! Turns out he knew you! Everyone knows you, not a surprise there. But he also knew that I was with you and tried to chat shit about you!” You were shouting now, gesturing animatedly and zigzagging across the street. “And he kept going so I just punched him,” You mimicked your actions from early, swinging your arm and using the momentum to turn back around to face the Mandalorian, “Punched him straight in the face! It was awesome!” 

“You didn’t need to do that,” 

“He was an asshole of course I did,” You sighed, “And apparently you know his sister or something? Didn’t realise you were such a Casanova, Tinman!” Again Din didn’t reply. He knew exactly who you were on about and was a little proud that you’d punched the guy. Must have been Xi’an’s brother. “Well, of course you are,” You continued. “You’re so freaking handsome all the time, and nobody can even see your face!” You swung back around to walk forward again, swinging your arms by your sides and giggling as you thought about what the Mandalorian might look like. You hadn’t been in his crew long but had developed feelings for him quite quickly. Not that Din knew this, “You know, I bet you’re really pretty under that helmet,” You tapped the top of his head for emphasis. “I don’t think you understand how pretty you are with it on! Maybe it’s for the best that you keep it on, you’d never be able to get anything done!” 

“Alright, y/n,” 

“You’re going to make some woman very happy one day Mando,” You said with a dreamy look in your eye. 

Din smiled and blushed a little at your words. At the same time you had developed feelings for Din, Din had developed feelings for you. He was very glad to have the helmet to hide how obvious a blush came to his face when you said things like that. He wanted nothing more than to make you happy, if you only knew. 

The pair carried on walking out of the town, and towards the small valley the crest had been hidden in. You carried on rambling away, telling him in immense detail everything that had happened while he was gone. 

“And then I got challenged to a drinking contest with this other dude. I say dude but turns out he was a Wookie. And I won! Everyone says I didn’t but I saw the way he walked out of there, I won so hard! Drunk him under the table,” You spoke quickly and animatedly. Din wasn’t really listening anymore, just enjoying the sound of your voice and watching you as you walked ahead making sure you didn’t fall over. “You should have been there and we could have smashed it!” You laughed, spinning around to face him again now with a puzzled look on your face. “Have you ever been drunk, Mando?” 

“A few times,” He replied, “Watch where you’re going,” 

“I am,” You say, continuing to walk backwards anyway. You thought about something for a second then spoke again, “But what about the Creed? Don’t you have to drink alone? Or,” You stopped again and burst into laughter. Din stopped walking, his patience growing a little thin. “D-do you, Ha!” You could barely get your words out, tears streaming down your face laughing at your own thoughts. “To- to get around the cr-creed… oh my stars!” 

“Y/n I don’t have time for this,” He said sharply.

“You have to use a straw!” You howled with laughter. Din shook his head, he wanted to be annoyed at you but your infectious laugh had caught him. He stifled his own laughter. “I want to see it so bad! Oh my stars!” 

“You’ve had your fun now,” Din tried to sound serious, his voice wavering a bit through the modulator as he tried not to laugh. 

“Yes, yes… oh! I’m sorry,” You tried to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. “Yes, I’m sorry you’re a super serious Mandalorian you wouldn’t use a straw!” You coughed to force yourself to calm down but cackled with laughter again. Din started walking again, leaving you behind a few paces while you calmed yourself down. Eventually, you followed and saw the ship over the crest of the hill. 

“I’ll race you!” You called, already speeding past the Mandalorian down the grassy hill. “Winner gets the refresher first!” 

You ran as fast as you could, and looked back for just a second to see that your companion hadn’t followed you. Before you could even blink you tripped and fell on a rock sticking out of the grass. You fell, flipping over and landing with a thud on your back. You skidded to a halt at the bottom of the hill, conveniently next to your intended destination. This made Din run. 

Once he got to the bottom where you were, his panic quickly vanished as he found you in fits of laughter yet again. 

“Did you see that!” You laughed. “I won!” 

“Are you alright?” 

“My back hurts a little, but I won, loser!” You exclaimed, putting your fingers in a ‘L’ on your forehead. Din rolled his eyes. As if this whole experience couldn’t get more ridiculous. “Not going to help me up?” You pouted and held up your arms like a child. Din uncrossed his arms and held his gloved hand out for you to grab and pulled you up to your feet again. The back of your shirt was ripped and grass stains covered the pale materials along with a few drops of blood. You didn’t seem concerned at all as the alcohol in your system was numbing everything. 

Din opened the Crest and you walked up the ramp to the safety of its interior. 

“Where’s the baby?” You whispered loudly. Ever since you’d joined the crew you’d loved the Child like your own. Another thing Din admired about you. “Baby! We’re back,” 

“Why are you whispering?” 

“Shh!” You shoved your hand over the front of his helmet, “He might be sleeping,” Din pushed your hand off, and you carried on walking into the ship, creeping on your tiptoes. 

“I think you need to go to sleep,” 

“Only if you’ll come with me,” You turned around and looked the Mandalorian up and down, your playful attitude now turning darker. You played with the buttons of your shirt, slowly undoing them. Din was stunned, freezing in his spot. 

“That wouldn’t be appropriate,” Din tried to stay composed, but it was becoming more and more difficult as you took your top off. He knew he couldn’t do anything, you were way too drunk. He wasn’t an idiot. But he was also human. 

“I bet you’re so pretty under there,” You sighed. You moved to be closer to him when a small green creature stood on a box and caught your attention instead. “Hey little guy!” Din took a sigh of relief, the tension you had created dissipated almost instantly as you bent down to pet the little creature. 

While you were distracted he checked over your back, seeing only a few scrapes and deciding it would be fine until the morning when you’d sobered and also weren’t trying to flirt with him anymore. Well, the last part he didn’t mind so much. 

Din went about his usual take-off activities. He could hear you talking to the Child, telling the little thing about your day and listening to it babble back, acting as if you could understand what it was saying. Eventually, you disappeared into the ship. Din hoped that you had gone to sleep. 

You hadn’t. You went to throw up, ultimately finding an empty freight box. The mixture of spinning from alcohol and the bumpy takeoff made for an upsetting mix. The Child grimaced and put its hand up to comfort you. An odd feeling washed over you, like a warm water trickling through you, then you felt better. You could see straight now. The Child seemed happy with whatever it had done and toddled away. 

You pushed yourself off the floor, and went in search of a new shirt. The cold chill of space had begun to seep into the ship's cracks making you shiver. You stumbled into Din’s quarters, you shouldn’t have  been in there but it was the first place you thought to look for a new shirt. And you found one. His cot was messy, clothes thrown around the small room. You couldn’t help but think about him then, getting out of that armour… 

It was too much. You shook your head. Even your drunk brain knew it was wrong to think about him like that. He didn’t like you, like that, there was no need to encourage the idea. Instead, you pulled the closest piece of clothing on. It was a little too big, but it smelt like him which made you smile. 

You decided to go to the cockpit to bother the Mandalorian again. It was lonely being drunk on your own. You climbed up to the cockpit and stood in the door silently. Din was talking quietly to the Child, trying to pull it away from the many shiny switches on the control panel. You grinned, seeing him with the child made your heart soar. He was so sweet to the creature, for a moment you could forget what a formidable character the Mandalorian really was. He acted like the creature’s dad and it was entirely believable. Quietly, you settled into the seat to his right, looking out as the stars streamed past in hyperdrive. Din had noticed, though didn’t say anything. It was silent for a moment or two, bar the Child’s playful squeals as it played with a silver ball. Din figured you had fallen asleep, glad that you weren’t trying to flirt with him anymore. 

“When are you going to let me fly?” You ask suddenly. Din turns to you, but doesn’t say anything. This was almost a daily discussion. It was always no. “I know you said no the last time but I really think you’re underestimating me. I land badly one time and you never trust me to fly your ship!” 

“You crashed,” Mando said plainly.

“One time!” You exclaimed. “I’ll have you know it was very harsh conditions, and desert planets are very deceptive! Give me a nice- a nice planet,” You slurred as your eyes become heavier, “and I promise I will land the crest beautifully,”

“No way,” 

“Spoil sport,” You grumble. The Child hopped up into your lap, and presented the silver ball it had in its mouth, which made you giggle. You settled further into the seat, throwing your legs over the armrest, kicking them against the leather. The Child sat in your lap and showed you its new trick of making the item float. 

Mindlessly you began to sing, quietly, and play with the Child. The melody made Din’s ears prick, you were singing in Mando’a, a song that he hadn’t heard since he was a child. Your voice made him shiver, memories flooding back of the few happy moments of his life when this song was sung last. 

You sang it to the end, with very few mistakes, making Din wonder how long you’d known it. You must have known it for a while, but you’d never understood him when he spoke the language before. 

“Where did you learn that?” He finally caved and asked, wanting nothing more than for you to sing it again.

“I learnt it for you,” You said with a yawn, your eyes closing. You started singing again, the words now fading into mumbles and eventually you fell asleep. He turned in his chair to look at you as you were quiet once more. You’d curled yourself up in the chair, head tilted back resting on the wall. The Child sat in your chest, playing with the ends of your hair. The child looked at Din and smiled, then back at you. It's a little green hand patting your leg and it cooed.

“I know, kid.”

A/N: That ended a lot softer than I planned but hey ho. Remember drink responsibly, don’t challenge a wookie to a drinking challenge, you will lose. They’re massive. Goodnight!

Tagging: @captain-skytrash​ @dindjarindiaries​ @dartheldur​ @inked-poet​ @tortles

[adarafaelbarba]

Goodbye brother

pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader (Sonnyverse) fandom: Law and Order Special Victims Unit warning: mention of death. Angsty af.

To say she was embarrassed by the who ordeal that had been going down for he last couple of months, well, that would be an understatement. (Y/N) was mortified. First she had been accused by Sonny’s boss and colleagues about leaking the article she had been writing, early, and without getting the green light from them. Then they involved her boss who fired her. And when she thought she was safe in the comfort of her own home, well, she apparently wasn’t safe there either, as Sonny started yelling at her the second he came home. The icing on top of the whole shit cake that was currently her life, was the fact that she was completely innocent. Not that anyone seemed to care about that.

«I didn’t leak it Sonny! I’m telling the truth! Someone hacked my work laptop and sent it from there!» she had pleaded with her husband. But when he wouldn’t listen she shook her head, tears already running down her cheek. «When you decide to listen to me, I’ll be at my parents house, with the kids!» she spat, running to their shared room to pack her things. The kids already had a lot of clothes at her parent’s house, so she only needed to get things for her self.

«Doll!» he tried. «Save it Dominick! I don’t want to hear it», she said, glaring at him before storming out the house. (Y/N) thanked her lucky stars that the kids were already with her parents. The worst thing she and Sonny could do was to fight in front of the kids.

~~~

That was a couple of months ago. She still hadn’t been told she was right all along. And she was still ignoring Sonny. The truth was, she wanted to make up with him so bad, mostly for the kids who were crying most nights asking for him. But they were both hotheads, so unless Sonny came to his senses and started apologizing for how crappy he had treated her, she didn’t want to hear it.

(Y/N) was in the middle of writing a new chapter for her book when she got a call from her sister-in-law.

«Hello? Nina? Hey! Calm down, please, and tell me what happened.» Nina was talking about a mile a minute, and it was getting hard for (Y/N) to understand what she was saying. «Oh my God! When?! Just now? Hey, shh. Tell the others I’m on my way!» (Y/N)’s brother, Tony, was a fire fighter with firehouse 61 in Chicago. And according to his wife, Nina, he had been severely injured on the job.

She couldn’t really say she played favorites when it came to her brothers, she loved them all equally. Not to mention three of their brothers, Ed, Val and Leo, also worked in the emergency service industry in Chicago. Ed being in intelligence for the Chicago PD, Val worked as an EMT for  firehouse 61 and Leo worked at Chicago Med as a trauma surgeon. Being a worried sister came with it. Especially with Ed, Val and Tony who were on the front line every day.

~~~

(Y/N) bolted through the doors of the Emergency room at Med as soon as she got there. «Casey! Where is he?!» she called out, locking eyes with Tony’s lieutenant, Matt Casey. «(Y/N)! Oh my God! Thank God you’re here!» he said, hugging her. «They took him into surgery a couple of hours ago. He’s in recovery now, but still under», Casey added, helping her sit down. «Where’s Nina?» she asked, looking for her sister-in-law. «With your brothers, they’re at Tony’s place», he explained. Nodding her head at that, she leant back in her seat, taking a deep breath.

«What the heck happened out there?» she asked no one in particular. «He tried to get a mother and son out of the building and a beam fell down and trapped him under it. We almost didn’t get to him in time», Otis said, biting his lip as he sat opposite her. «But you did get to him. Thank you.» She felt tears slip down her cheeks as she stood up and hugged Otis.

~~~

Hours went by until Dr. Halstead came out, looking at everyone. «Where’s his family?» he asked, before spotting (Y/N), Nina, Ed, Val and Leo. «Come with me please», he said. «Casey can you please call my parents for us?» (Y/N) said, expecting the worst by the way Will was standing.

She was right to think the worst. Dr. Halstead explained that the damage was too severe, he had been in there too long, and the beam had hit just right, meaning it was no saving him. Biting her lip, (Y/N) stood back as her bothers and her sister-in-law hugged and cried. She didn’t know what do do, all she really could do was pray that this was all a joke, a sick dream, and that she would wake up and Tony would be there, awake and smiling at her as he told her one of his weird jokes. But she knew that wasn’t the case, he was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. Tony was just laying there, machines beeping around him. If only he had taken the day off like he had said he was going to do, according to Nina. But there was never anyone who could tell Tony not to work, he was stubborn as a mule and loyal to a fault.

«I need someone to sign off on the papers if we should turn of the machines or not», Dr. Manning chimed in, standing next to Dr. Halstead. «Can we wait until our parents get here?» Leo asked his colleague. «Yeah sure», the brunette girl said, nodding before she and Halstead left.

~~~

The five of them sat there, just watching Tony for what felt like hours, until (Y/N) couldn’t take the silence anymore and got up, going out to the waiting room.

«(Y/N), how’s Tony?» Casey asked, approaching her as the other fire fighters looked up or got out of their seats. «He—he’s not gonna make it. We’re just waiting for our parents and our other brother to get here before we sign the papers», she explained, wiping some tears away. «I’m so sorry to hear that (Y/N). If there’s anything we can do, you just let us know okay?» she nodded at that, giving Casey a hug.

(Y/N) decided to stay in the waiting room with the firefighters, just so she could be the first person her parents and Sergio saw when then got there.

She had stood so motionless that she almost didn’t feel the arms wrapping around her waist until she heard a soft murmur, «Shhh doll, it’s okay.» Sonny was the first and the last person she wanted to see right now. But feeling a moment of weakness, she leant into her husbands chest.

The moment ended quickly though as soon as she saw her parents rush in. «Ma! Dad! Ser!» she called out, running over to them, embracing them all in hugs. «How is he?» her mother asked, looking at her. «He’s not gonna make it ma. I’m sorry», (Y/N) said, looking at the ground as if she was the culprit behind the accident. «Oh god!» Mrs. (Y/L/N) exclaimed, falling into her daughter’s embrace. «I’m so sorry ma», (Y/N) whispered, hugging her mother.

They walked together into the room, leaving Sonny behind, wishing he could take his wife in his arms again and kiss her, to tell her it would be okay in the end. But seeing she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring, he figured she was moving on. Gina had told him about this divorce lawyer friend she had who had gotten (Y/N) the papers. He knew it was coming, he just hoped she would change her mind and come back to him.

~~~

Leo had come out a while after the arrival of their parents and brother. Every firefighter in the room stood up and looked at him. He looked so tired, having been here since the start of his shift the evening before. «Doc?» Chief Boden asked, looking at Leo. «He’s at peace now», was all Leo said, before leaving.

«Leo! Hold up!» Sonny called out, running over to his brother-in-law. «What is it Detective Carisi?» he asked, looking back at Sonny. «How’s (Y/N)?» Sonny asked. «Do you mean after what happened with Tony? Or after you decided to call her a liar and get her fired from her dream job and almost arrested?» Leo knew all about how Sonny broke her heart, all her brothers knew. «I—I should have never done it. I made a huge mistake, and I beat myself up for hurting her, every day. I don’t know what to do. She’s my dream girl and I ruined that», Sonny tried so hard to not break down and cry, it was the last thing (Y/N) and her family needed. «You should have thought of that before then!» Leo stated, turning to leave Sonny behind.

~~~

Later that evening at Nina and Tony’s place, (Y/N) called her mother-in-law. She wanted to say goodnight to the kids. «(Y/N). How are you holding up dear?» Mrs. Carisi asked, looking at her daughter-in-law. «I could be better. Are the kids still awake?» she asked in return. «Yeah hold on. Dom can you get the kids in here please?» Mrs. Carisi asked her husband.

A minute later the kids were in the room in front of the phone. «Mommy! We miss you!» Giovanni and Matteo said in unison. «I miss you kiddos too! Are you being good to nonna and nonno?» at this the boys and Angelina nodded their heads.

«Is daddy there too?» Dominick asked, looking at his mother. «No. Sorry baby», (Y/N) said, giving the kids a sympathetic look. She knew the kids were missing their father, and she couldn’t lie, she missed Sonny too. Having seen him at the hospital earlier had really made her feel better.

After the kids said their goodnights and I love yous, Mrs. Carisi came back in frame. «I know you don’t want to hear it (Y/N), and I was so mad at him when I heard what happened. But have you thought about talking to him? He’s not himself anymore, keeps asking about you and the kids in case I had heard something. I heard something about his attitude towards his colleagues have gotten shorter and he snaps easily», she explained. It broke (Y/N)’s heart to hear how Sonny had changed after the separation. After talking to the divorce lawyer Gina had recommended, she often though about going to Sonny and taking him back, but she couldn’t give up. He had broken her trust, that couldn’t be forgiven that easily.

She missed him like crazy though, and she knew it wouldn’t go away. «Maybe I can talk to him tomorrow?» she murmured, looking from her mother-in-law to the table. «You love him still, don’t you sweetie?» (Y/N) nodded at this, tears slipping down her cheeks before she could stop them, «Yeah, like crazy. But he hurt me, how do I forgive him for that?» she asked, biting down on her lip. «You don’t. But it helps talking it out. That way you can both go from there and hopefully make your way back together. You and Sonny were made for each other sweetie, we saw it long before you both did. Don’t let something so good go to waste dear», Mrs. Carisi said, giving her daughter-in-law a warm smile.

(Y/N) finished her video chat quickly after that, saying she was exhausted, but really, she needed time to think about what her mother-in-law had said. On one hand she wanted to run to where Sonny was staying, hug him and tell him she loved him and she wanted it again. But then in the back of her head she would tell herself that he didn’t deserve to be taken back, and well, that voice was usually the loudest voice.

She finally set for a somewhat healthy medium when she picked up the phone and dialed his number. (Y/N) just about threw her phone at the wall when he picked up. «Doll?» he asked, his voice sounding raw, almost as if he had been crying. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to hug him, she always hated it when he cried, she just didn’t want him to be hurt. «Hey Sonny», she said, and it was the first time in a long time she had said his name, and been happy when she said it. «Are you okay?» he asked, not quite believing that she would call him. «Can we talk? Tomorrow? Over breakfast, my treat», she asked in return. «I’d love that. But please, let me pay.» he offered. «Okay. See you tomorrow», she said. There was a short moment of silence before she added «I love you Sonny.» It was so silent after that, that (Y/N) thought he had passed out, until he replied just as softly as she had with «I love you too doll. Always.»

Sonnyverse taglist:

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Unnerving

Author's Note: A rewrite of today's chapter. It’s really long since I missed that Harris guy but it’s okay now since they are okay. There’s also a little intimate part so read responsibly. Thank you for being here!

Pairing: Noah x MC

MC

When she went back to the small igloo, Noah has already left that's why she's running towards the parking lot now, even though she still doesn't know what to say to him if ever he's still there. MC beams as she saw that one particular figure before her, his back facing her but she's positive it is him. She knows by heart it is him. She takes her time slowing her breath before approaching him but as she sees Noah picking up his helmet, she immediately shouts, still quite panting.

Noah

"Noah!" It was her. He would always recognize that voice no matter how loud the world is. Noah faces MC, smiling uncontrollably as she looks at him but that look on his face vanishes as quickly as he realizes that maybe the reason why she's here is not the reason he was hoping for.

"MC? What are you doing here?" MC moves closer to him, steadying herself.

"Noah, I'm sorry. I’m sorry for avoiding you ever since the Homecoming. I want to be with you again, whether be friends with you again, or more, or whatever that was we had, we have." MC says hurriedly as if the clock is ticking.

Noah gives her a confused look. He was pretty sure that if he tells her about his past, he'd lost her completely and he convinced himself to believe that since when he started feeling more for this girl.

MC

"Noah, please say something." MC says nervously as she waited for a response.

Noah looks on the ground before speaking. "Even after everything I just told you?"

"Even after everything. I'm sorry, Noah. I was hurt to see you guys hurting each other but I didn't realize that I'm hurting you also, especially you."

Tears fall down her cheeks as she realizes how much pain she caused him. While she knows that that hurt she felt was valid, she didn't recognize she's transferring that pain to him. MC is the only person Noah let in and the moment one thing went wrong, she left his side.

Noah

Noah cautiously reaches for her hand, holding it firmly as he started talking.

"I was so afraid to tell you the truth, you know? Whenever I catch myself with you, doing our thing, becoming closer each day, I knew I'd have to tell you.” Noah pause, he doesn’t know how to continue on this path.

MC squeezes his hand encouraging him.

“I was ashamed, ashamed of myself for committing a horrible mistake. And mostly, I was afraid, MC. Afraid I'd lose you completely. You have Mason and you're a great person. The moment I lose your attention, other guys would already be waiting for you."

What MC do next surprise him. MC wraps her arms around him and hugs him so tight Noah almost forgot about everything.

"Shh. Deep breaths. I'm here." She rubs his back comfortingly.

Noah rests his head in the crook of her neck. What a great feeling it is to be held by the person you deeply care for. He hugs her back letting her heartbeat guide him.

After a few moments, they separated. MC fixes his hair as he studies her features. He likes it when she takes care of him but he can't say that to her. At least, not yet.

"Noah, I know what I want is not that easy but I meant what I said earlier. I'm going to earn your trust again..."

He cuts her by hugging her again. This time he makes sure she feels it too. He makes sure that through it, she’d feel everything is going to be okay.

"Starting over would demand so much time. Let's just pick up where we left off."

~

Noah

He sees her nervously moving her hands. Noah pokes MC in her side as they stand on the porch.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Positive. MC, do you remember the time your dad met me?” he asks her trying to calm her nerves.

“How could I forget? I became an instant tutor.” They both chuckle at the memory.

Noah takes her hand and laces his fingers with hers.

“Relax., Elijah doesn’t live here anymore. Plus, all the important ladies in my life in one place… What’s the worst that could happen?”

MC smiles warmly at him as he opens the door.

~

“Ma? I brought a friend.”

“I see someone’s made up with my son. You must be MC.”

“You must be Ms. Harris. It’s nice to finally meet you.” MC excitedly greets his mother.

MC notices what his mom was doing and offered her some help. Noah smiles appreciating the gesture.

“It’s okay, dear. I’ll manage. You too, though I wish it were under prettier circumstances.”

MC

“I would offer you something to drink but…”

Noah immediately reacts as his mother gestures to the fridge. Ms. Harris let out her frustration as she shares what’s happening. MC can see how embarrassed she is but she doesn’t mind. It’s how the people treat another that would always matter to her, one thing she loves about Noah. Even if everyone around him treats him less, he doesn’t stoop to their level and stays kind at the same time still knowing when to defend himself whenever people become too much.

“You’re worn out, Ma. Go take a nap, I’ll take care of this.”

Noah

Ms. Harris gives MC a polite look but MC just shakes her head.

“I really don’t mind, Ms. Harris. We’ll just wake you up for dinner.” MC smiles genuinely at Ma which she returns.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer, then. Prepare to be grilled later, MC.”

Noah searches MC’s face and sees a look of shock. He knows that by the look her Ma gives him, she’s already got her approval but teasing her is too fun to pass.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for this to be the first thing you saw walking in.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I actually like it. I mean, your dynamic with your Ma.”

Noah smiles at her. Every time he thinks he couldn’t fall in love more with this girl, she goes and does something to prove him wrong.

“Where’s your sister by the way?”

The pile of blankets beside them suddenly shakes then a little girl appears.

“Present!”

Noah laughs as he saw that look on MC’s face again.

“MC, meet my sister, Hazel.”

“Hello! Are you Noah’s girlfriend?”

MC eyes search to meet Noah’s eyes. When they locked eyes, he just gives her his signature smirk.

“Well, yeah. I think so. Something like that.”

MC’s face turns slightly red as she avoids Noah’s gaze, knowing he’s looking at her only makes the situation more embarrassing for her.

Your small introduction with the two ladies was interrupted when a loud bang knocks repeatedly at your front door. And you’re very sure this wouldn’t be the last time.

MC

The inconsiderate landlord shouts at the Harris family when they open the door but Noah was able to talk some sense into him. MC watch as Hazel admires his brother take care of his family and she’s not the only one. This is the Noah she wants to get to know. Big brother Noah, son Noah, family’s man Noah. Only a few minutes at their home, and she discovered a side of him that’s making her love him more.

As she watches Noah take care of his family, his reaction earlier when she hugs him finally makes sense. Noah has to grow up quickly to look after his sister. He didn’t get as much time as she gets to enjoy life. Smiling, she made a promise to herself.

As Noah walks back to the living room, MC catches his hands, squeezes it tightly and thought to herself. “I’m here, Noah. You now have someone who will also take care of you.”

Noah

As he closes the door, all he wants for now is to know what MC is thinking. Is she not liking what she has seen so far? But every gear inside his head stops when MC holds his hands. There’s a look on her face he can’t quite comprehend but whatever she is thinking right now, he’s positive it’s not because of what she has seen.

~

Noah

“I can’t wait to test you, MC!”

“Test me?” Noah smirks as MC makes that look again.

“Hazel hates wimpy girls who don’t try at sports.”

I smile as MC takes a deep breath. She really wants to get my family’s approval and that makes me so happy. It makes me feel that she really cares about me.

She stands effortlessly before the lane. Noah’s sensing she’s actually good at bowling and just decided to give Hazel the highlight of the day. She settled in her place, preparing to aim but stands straight again to his surprise.

MC gives Noah a playful look and says “Noah, it’s been forever since I went bowling. I’m not sure I remember how…” she battled her lashes at Noah, who rolled his eyes before going to her side.

“First of all, knock that goofy smirk off your face. Next bring the ball up by your chin, like this.”

The quarterback missed this. Teasing each other, exchanging meaningful glances, basically being them.

After scoring a strike Hazel goes to the bathroom shouting at Noah to wait for her.

MC

MC catches Noah searching the area, as she’s about to ask him why, she felt his breath against her ear.

“I know we just made up but… damn, I wish we could be a little reckless.”

“What were you thinking?” MC says challenging.

“I’d really like to kiss you.” Noah responds, looking her straight in the eyes.

“Really?” MC wraps her hand on his arm, leveling with him.

“I’d kiss you hard, baby.”

“What are you waiting fo…”

Noah

Noah didn’t even wait for her to finish. He holds her hands guiding them to his back, letting her touch him.

He wraps a strong arm around her waist, his other hand holding her neck. Just like he promised, Noah kisses her hard. He smiles as she let out a small moan.

“Shh, we’re in a public place.” Noah says as he softly bites her neck.

Noah smiles as he’s rewarded with another small moan.

MC

“Noah…”

“I’m right here, baby.”

Noah goes back to kissing her lips, sliding his tongue into her seconds after. It’s him who’s making a sound now.

“I’ve missed this, MC.” he says in between kisses.

“Me too, Noah. Me too.”

Noah

The two of them smile at each other as they pant.

“How do I look?” MC asks.

“Radiant. Is this really the time to be fishing for compliments?”

MC playfully jab at his side and he smacked her with that grin.

“I mean do I look normal? Not like I just made out with you?”

Noah smirks and as if nothing happened, they continue with the game.

MC won the game and Hazel love her for it. After earning a stamp from each other, the three of them happily get back home to start cooking dinner.

Noah let Hazel help him and MC prepare dinner after promising she’ll be quiet to not wake up their Ma. Not long after they are all sitting at the dining table talking like one happy family.

MC

As Noah put Hazel into bed, Ms. Harris started talking to MC.

“I like you, MC...” she smiles sincerely at the teenager.

“But I don’t like seeing my son like that.” MC shyly looks on the ground. She’s about to say something but Ms. Harris continues.

“Now, don’t get me wrong, honey. All I’m saying is that the next time you guys go through something, be there for each other. You won’t solve anything by staying away from each other.”

Ms. Harris puts a hand in her shoulder. “I can see you’re a good person and you make my son happy. It’s okay.”

When Ms. Harris smiles warmly at her, MC finally relaxes. She’s definitely not grilling her. She’s just being a mom who’s looking out for her son.

“I hear you, Ms. Harris. Thank you.”

Noah

Noah helps MC removes her helmet. They looked into each other not saying anything, just quietly enjoying each other’s company. Finally, MC speaks.

“Thanks for the ride, Jeff Goldblum.”

“You’re welcome.”

The quarterback watches her as she walks towards the porch. Not being able to stop himself, he catches her hands making her look back to him.

“You forgot something.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you forgot this.”

Noah holds her chin then kisses her sweetly this time.

“Good night, beautiful.”

[lukatheselkie]

Hetalia Oneshot

I’m stress writing because of the US election. But hey, I got a chapter in my original work and a oneshot done. At least something good’s come out of this.

I just had to use Albert because he’s a big comfort character. Into The Unknown song fic, sorta.

Ships: NorFin and OC x France

Word Count: 1115

Warnings: Alcohol, Stockholm Syndrome (Albert personifies it)

    Albert curls up in a tight ball under his covers. There’s a soft knock at the door not even a minute later, but he ignores it. He hears the door open, and buries himself in the comforter and sheets even deeper. “Albert, please.” The voice belongs to Tino. “Come out. Please. You didn't contaminate anyone. You only touched that human for a second. I doubt-”

    “And if I did?” His words are quiet but fierce. “I’d never be able to forgive myself.” Tino sighs, and leaves the room. That was easier than Albert thought it would be. ...Why doesn’t he feel good about being left alone? Someone opens the door again before he can find the answer to that question.

    “I brought you some Brännvin.” The personification pokes his head out from under the covers, but just barely. He holds out his hand, and is back under the sheets and comforter the moment Tino gives him the bottle. The Finnish man sits on the foot of his bed. He starts humming to himself. It’s not too long before Albert has shed his hiding place in favor of listening to him. When he sees the faintest of smiles playing at the younger man’s lips, he breaks into song. “I can hear you, but I won’t.” He closes his eyes to focus better. “Some look for trouble, while others don’t. There’s a thousand reasons I should go about my day. And ignore your whispers, which I wish would go away, oh oh oh.” Someone outside the room joins in as The Voice. Probably Lukas, trying to hype up his boyfriend. “Oh oh.” He smiles to himself at his lover’s antics. “You’re not a voice.”

    “You’re just a ringing in my ear,” Albert joins in nearly silently. Tino nods encouragingly at him.

    “And if I heard you,” he continues.

    “Which I don't.”

    “I’m spoken for I fear. Everyone I’ve ever loved is here within these walls.”

    “I’m sorry, secret siren, but I’m blocking out your calls.”

    “I’ve had my adventure, I don’t need something new.”

    “I’m afraid of what I’m risking if I follow you.”

    “Into the unknown.” Tino bobs a bit, feeling the rhythm. “Into the unknown. Into the unknooooown!” He laughs a bit.

    “What do you want?”     “‘Cause you’ve been keeping me awake. Are you here to distract me so I make a big mistake?”

    “Or are you someone out there who’s a little bit like me? Who knows deep down I’m not where I’m meant to be?” Albert shrinks in on himself as he sings those lyrics. He believes them a little too much.

    “Every day’s a little harder as I feel my power grow.”

    “Don’t you know there’s part of me that longs to go...”

    “Into the unknown?” They start singing together here. “Into the unknooown. Into the unknooooooown!” Someone else joins in as The Voice with Lukas. Considering they’re at the shared house, Albert assumes it’s Mathias. Berwald and Emil don’t sing often, and Alrik’s voice is too powerful for background lyrics. Tino knows it’s not. “Oh oh oh oh. Are you out there? Do you know me? Can you feel me? Can you show me?” They try their hardest not to laugh as they sing back and forth with the two voices outside the room. “Where are you going? Don’t leave me alone. How do I follow you… Into the unknown?” Tino pulls Albert into a tight hug as the song ends.

    “Do you feel any better now?” He nods meekly into his chest, sniffing slightly. “Shh, please don’t cry.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Humans are resilient. Accidentally brushing against you for half a second isn’t going to affect one. We don’t even know if you can cause someone to fall under… that just by touching them.” He doesn’t like avoiding saying what Albert personifies, but the two words always bring so much fear and pain into his expression. He doesn’t need anymore of that right now. “Francis?” He calls out. Albert stiffens in his arms, but doesn’t try to hide again. Good. Getting him to come out a second time is practically impossible. The door opens, and a bouquet of flowers enters, Francis following and holding them. He holds them out to Albert with a loving smile.

    “For you, ma douce fleur. Your favourite and my national flower.” Albert’s lips part in shock as he stares at the multitude of irises and mini roses. Not a single one shares a similar shade with another. “You sing beautifully.”

    “I don’t.” He snaps, turning his head away in embarrassment. “I’m too quiet. I’m surprised du even heard me.” Francis shakes his head.

    “Nonsense. It’s only natural I would hear you. You mean a lot to me.” Albert furrows his brows. How troublesome. “What’s that look for? You’ll give yourself wrinkles.” Francis reaches out, slow enough Albert can pull away if he doesn’t want to be touched, and smoothes out his forehead. The Swedish man makes a quiet noise of discontent, but doesn’t move.

    “Just say du love me if you’re going to say I mean a lot to du. It’s nicer to hear,” he grumbles as he takes the bouquet. Francis smiles, laughing slightly.

    “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But I do love you. Very much.”

    “C’mere,” he murmurs, placing the flowers aside. He wraps his arms around Francis’ neck and kisses him soundly on the lips. Tino excuses himself, face flushed. He has no idea if this will turn amourous or not. Better safe than sorry. “Jag älskar dig också.” He hears just before closing the door. Lukas wraps an arm around his waist once he’s outside.

    “I’m glad he’s okay. You always know what to do to cheer him up.” Tino places a kiss to his forehead.

    “Only most of the time. Francis took this one though. Albert really loves him. He lets him touch him without complaint.” Lukas nods.

    “He’s told me before that Francis is too stubborn to fall under Stockholm Syndrome, so he feels safe when they touch. He feels like it’s true and genuine, never something he’s inadvertently forced. And they’ve known each other for awhile, so he probably can’t be put under it.” Tino nods along to his words, listening as close as he can while wanting to kiss him senseless.

    “Francis also has faith in Albert. Now, can we makeout? I don’t like being the only couple not doing that here.”

    “How do you know Alrik and-”

    “When aren’t they? The same goes for Mathias.” Lukas shrugs.

    “Fair enough.” He kisses him lovingly. Tino leads them to his room happily. He’s glad everything worked out in the end.

[softblushywarbunbun]

Howl (MC x Mitsuhide)

There was a white wolf.

She didn’t know when it had gotten there or where it came from. 

Something told her that it had been there since her birth, something loud and forceful, but she shook it off. 

That couldn’t be right. 

She didn’t remember it being there since the beginning- but she did. 

She remembered both. 

Why did she remember both?

How did she remember both?

She tossed and turned restlessly in her sleep, sweat beading on her face, the wolf watching victoriously from the corner. You could almost say it was smirking, but- but that was impossible. There was no way a wolf could smirk. 

The wolf was there when she woke up, there when she fell asleep. There when she went to school, there when she came home. There when she was hurt, there when she was happy. It was there all the time. She called it Asteris. She didn’t know why, she just knew that it sounded like such a pretty name, all exotic, and its eyes reminded her of the middle of aster flowers, golden and shining, watching her at all times. She also thought it might like to have two names.It had a surprising affinity for human food, able to chomp down apples and drink soup with the best of them.

It was her companion. At least, it became her companion, after a time. 

Her parents were gone. She didn’t know where they had gone, just that she had woken up one day, and they were gone. When she asked her neighbors, they said that she had always been the only person in the house. No one else lived there. No one else had lived there as long as she had lived there. They were certain of it.

Eventually she stopped asking.

There had been a boy, one time, who hadn’t taken ‘no’ very well, and who’s hands had gotten a bit free in their placement. She had kicked him away and run home crying, and the next day, he had been gone.

When she asked about him, they didn’t know who he was. They were certain that there had never been a boy like that in their town. They asked why she wanted to know, she never explained.

She hated to admit it, but she was the tiniest bit glad he was gone.

The wolf stayed even closer to her ever since then.

She went to college. 

The wolf stayed by her side.

She went on a date. 

The wolf waited patiently by the front door for her to come home, leaping on her with a joyful yelp and licking her face all over excitedly.

She got all A's and went out to celebrate.

The wolf didn’t come near her for an hour. She could almost say it was pouting.

She graduated college and went out to celebrate. 

While out celebrating, she met someone and had a one night stand.

The wolf growled at her whenever she tried to come near him for the next week.

She got a job.

The wolf insisted on coming with her every single day.

It scared off a good percent of the people who thought they knew better than her, which she appreciated greatly, scratching him behind the ears until he was panting, tongue hanging out of his mouth.

She got a promotion.

The wolf jumped around and yipped excitedly along with her.

She met someone and brought them home, then invited them to stay the night.

The wolf broke every window in the house, yet when she saw him, he didn’t have a scratch on him.

They lived many long, happy years, her wolf and her. The wolf stayed happily by her side through everything. 

She never married. The wolf wouldn’t allow it. Every time she brought home a date, the wolf broke everything it could possibly find in the house, and healed miraculously.

Every time she stayed over at a man’s house, it ran away from home for a month at the least. 

She found that she missed it, despite all it had done to sabotage her relationships.

 It had helped her, in more ways than one. It was her best friend. Everyone at her work was too weirded out by the fact that she brought a living animal into work every single day. The only creature that had stayed by her through the mysterious disappearance of her parents and anyone who bothered her, including that one boy long ago. 

So she never married. She didn’t think it was worth losing her only friend. 

She confessed this to the wolf, and it seemed to grin victoriously.

Something was nagging at her, something insistent. It was saying again and again that something was wrong, that her wolf wasn’t normal. That nothing normal could be that… that intelligent. That sometimes it seemed a bit too human. That something was very strange about how those people had disappeared right after she had confessed tearfully to the wolf how they had bothered, bullied, humiliated her. That it was strange that she could remember both her childhood with and without the wolf. That it was strange that her parents had suddenly disappeared.

She stubbornly ignored it. She refused to believe it. It just- it just wanted the best for her, that was all. If it truly was behind the disappearance of her parents, that just proved that they weren’t good enough for her. No one was. No one but the wolf. It was the wolf and her against the world. Only them.

The world would just have to deal with it.

She reached her 60th birthday, spent the night crying about how she was getting old, how her best days were behind her.

The wolf stayed by her side the entire night, licking at her cheek in reassurance and snuffling sadly.

“You’ll stay by my side, right?” she had asked it tearfully. It nodded and woofed happily.

She smiled and hugged the wolf gratefully, letting her tears fall into its soft fur.

She reached her 70th birthday, still working. People at her work had begun asking her why she wasn’t married yet. She sat through the afternoon with her head in her hands, wondering if she was really doing something wrong, if she should really try and have relationships, if she should try and meet someone. After all, a woman at work had confided in her that her mother remarried at 80, it was not like she would be doing anything strange. 

When she suggested it to the wolf, it huffed and seemed to glare at her. Then its ears drooped sadly and it trodded huffily over to the corner where it lay there, motionless, looking over at her mournfully every few seconds.

She looked at it for a second, then began to laugh, getting up and following it over to the corner.

“Oh shh, you silly creature. I would never let someone get in between us, because- let me guess, if I did find someone, you would run away?”

The wolf nodded proudly. 

 She laughed, hugging its head to her chest. “That’s exactly why I won’t.”

She reached her 80th birthday, finally retiring with a very nice nest egg saved up. She moved into a nice little cottage in the European country. The wolf traveled with her. She refused to buy a ticket unless she could buy a second one for her wolf. She didn’t want him to be in a carrier in the back. He was worth much more than her. The people at the desk simply chalked it up to an old woman’s crazy ideas, and agreed, making her pay an extra forty dollars. She didn’t mind. He was worth it. He was always worth it.

She lived a comfortable last years there, with her wolf faithfully beside her, from morning to night. She got her groceries delivered, and didn’t own a computer, phone, or any other technology. She only went out of the house to sit on the rocking chair on the front porch, smiling calmly at the surrounding wilderness. She never took up knitting, as that was when she would have to admit to herself that she had truly moved to ‘crotchety old grandmother’ status. The wolf helped get her up in the morning, licking happily at her cheeks until she groaned and batted him away, waiting loyally by her bedside until she decided to finally get up, plodding slowly through the one-story home to the kitchen, making herself and the wolf oatmeal. The wolf jumped up onto the only other seat at the kitchen table, waiting for its meal, tongue hanging out and tail wagging happily. She set his bowl down in front of him, and he greedily slurped it down, licking the bowl clean as she watched fondly.

There was one night, during the winter, where she heard all sorts of animals outside her house, right outside her bedroom window, the wolf, previously sleeping calmly at her feet, shot up, howl joining theirs, lasting long after the others had stopped. She covered her ears and cowered away from him. So loud, too loud. It hurt. 

The wolf trailed off after a while, howl fading into growls, fading into silence. The animals had gone. He turned to her happily, tail wagging until he saw her state. 

Whining sadly, he padded forward and nosed at her cheeks. She didn’t notice that she had been crying until then. She didn’t mean to, but the howl, the howl was so angry, so sad, so many emotions at once, it had overwhelmed her. The wolf lapped at the tears, whining all the while.

She forced a smile through the tears. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry, you scared me, is all.”

The wolf never howled again. Animals never came near their house ever again, except for harmless ones, squirrels, rabbits, chipmunks.

 She was woken on the night before her 96th birthday, wrinkled cheeks creasing even more in a smile as she felt a long tongue lapping at her cheeks.

“Okay, okay, stop that would you, I’m awake!” she cried, laughing and pushing the wolf away. He dutifully stepped back a few paces. She sat up slowly, expecting to have to force her aching back to support her.  But- that was strange. Her back didn’t ache anymore.

 She brought her hand up to touch her cheeks. There were no wrinkles to be found. 

Looking down at her hands, she saw them, just as young as they had looked in her twenties.

She looked back down and stifled a gasp of horror.

Her body, her old body, her 95-year-old body, was lying still below her, the chest rising no more.

She was dead. 

She was really dead.

 So, this is the Afterlife? she asked herself, looking around. Everything in her house looked the same, though slightly blurry, as if seen through a sheer curtain.

 Her eyes passed her wolf and traveled on- then snapped back.

Standing above the shape of her wolf was a man. A white-haired man, dressed foreign and ancient, eyes the same burning golden as her wolf. 

As she watched, his lips crept up in a smirk, and he stepped forward.

As soon as he did, the shape of the wolf disappeared, fading into the darkness

“Hello, my love,” he lisped, voice deep and seeming to reverberate in the empty space.

“H-Hello?” she asked, still surprised when she didn’t hear the age in her voice.

“I am Asteris,” he bowed deeply, smirk still wide. “The name you gave me, I quite like it.”

“I- You- Wha- You-” she babbled, eyes widening.

“Yes, do breathe, sweetheart. Not that it serves any purpose but to stop your rambling.” he said, sighing and reaching out a hand to caress her cheek.

She snapped back at the feel of his skin on hers, slapping his hand away. Well, attempting to. He caught it and grabbed her other wrist with his free hand.

“You- You were just a wolf! My wolf!”

His eyes flashed dangerously, and she flinched. 

 His gaze softened, but his eyes were still sharp.

“I was never just a wolf, my sweet little mouse,” he said, hand trailing slowly down to her neck, making her shiver involuntarily.

“I have been given many names, Mitsuhide, Snake God, Winter God, God of a Thousand Suns, but in truth, I am only one. I am the Nameless, spirit of the Winter, of Frost and Dark, Ice and Pain, Sadness and Snow, everything under the cold sun. And now you, my sweet, would you like to know what you are?”

She stared at him in horror. Her wolf had been a man. Her wolf wasn’t a wolf. Her wolf was a spirit. Her wolf was touching her. A man was touching her. The man-that-used-to-be-her-wolf was touching her. He was touching her neck. She was reacting to it. She was dead. She was dead and in her twenty-five year old body. She was dead. Her wolf wasn’t. Her wolf had been by her side all her life. But he hadn’t. The memories were fake. 

“Shhhh, don’t overthink too much, you’ll hurt your head,” the man- Asteris- soothed, shushing softly and using his other hand to caress her cheek. 

She nodded, then opened her mouth to speak.

“Wh- What am I?” she asked, unsure about the answer.

“You are mine.” he said forcefully, eyes flashing again. She found she didn’t mind it as much this time. “I have watched over you since you were but a screaming child, and I only found it fitting years later, to appoint myself your loyal-” he snorts, mouth twisting up into a smirk. “Watchdog.”

She stared at him.

“So- So the memories?”

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, then he laughed. “Oh my clever little mouse, I should have known that you would not fall for that. Yes, those memories were implanted in your brain by yours truly, in hopes that you might learn to love me. I am sorry about your parents, but it was a necessary sacrifice. You needed to be mine. They weren’t good for you, not as good as I am.”

 She nodded, the admission he had just given about her parents going in one ear and out the other.

“I am not sorry for that one boy, though.” His presence seemed to grow, and his eyes flickered, his voice low and growly. “He touched where he shouldn’t have.”

She nodded again, this time in agreement, and relaxed slightly. He really did want the best for her.

“Why of course I do. How could I not want the best for you?” he asked, and she jerked her head back in shock. “Ah yes, a bit of a fun fact, from the moment you lifted yourself out of your body, all of your thoughts were revealed. I can read your darkest desires, the corners of your brain you hoped to hide forever.”

He stepped forward again, laying one knee on the bed next to her, and leaning forward, kissing her forehead.

“And what I know of your deepest desires? Oh, my dear, those could fill oceans.”

His lips are soft, she thought. Her brain was overloading a bit too much to think of anything else.

“How could I not? You, who took me in, gave the Nameless a name, kept me fed and safe, loved me for who you thought I was, just a loyal-” his lip curled in distaste, “mutt.” Then he smiled again, and it was as if the sun shone once again. “But no matter about that. I have waited years, and now you are finally.” His presence grew even more, and his eyes flashed bright. “All. Mine.” 

He snorted quietly, a smirk crossing again over his features. “I fear I did act out a bit when it came to you and your… dalliances, but I think that can be excused, given the circumstances, no?” She nodded silently. 

“And never did I expect you to bow to my whims, to keep yourself single, until the day you left this Earth. I could not be happier, pet. You truly have learned what I have been trying to teach you all these years. That you, everything about you, your smile, your laugh, your tears, your body-” He fisted his hand tightly in her hair, causing her to wince slightly. “Belongs to me.”

She stared at him in amazement and hurt fear, then opened her mouth to speak.

“B- But I wasn’t alone.”

He looked at her, simply raising an eyebrow in question.

“I had you.”

He smiled widely, eyes narrowing, releasing and patting down her hair, then bringing his knee off of the bed and holding out his hand.

“Isn’t that the truth, my little lamb. You had me. And you will always have me.”

She smiled, reassured.

“Come with me?” he asked suddenly, eyes boring into hers. “Come with me and be with me forever. Be with me until time bleeds dry. Be mine for eternity. Fulfill what you have been preparing for all your life, what you have been wishing for all your life. Be all mine.”

She opened her mouth to retort, but he smiled sweetly at her, and her quip disappeared in a wash of realization that he was really her wolf. That he had been with her all this time, that she had spoken the truth, that she had never truly been alone, and she would never be alone ever again

She stared at him, soundless. A tick started near his eye, and he sighed. “Come, haven’t I been good to you? Don’t you want to repay all I’ve done? Don’t you want to be with me?”

She nodded slowly, a small smile growing on her face. 

His smile matched hers. “Good. Now, come.”

After a moment more of hesitation, she pushed herself off the bed and found herself floating for a few seconds, before she landed on the floor next to the bed. 

She reached out to take his hand, but he snatched it away at the last second.

She looked at him in confusion.

“Wha-?” she asked, a hurt look coming over her face. Didn’t he want her with him?

He shook his head at her, smiling. If she didn’t know any better, she’d almost call it cruel.

“Ah ah ah, not just yet.” he said sadly. “I want to hear you say it.”

She was completely lost now, and he sighed.

“Come on, little mouse, say it. Admit the very truth of your being. Say you’re mine.”

Her eyes widened in realization, and she smiled in relief. He did want her with him, he just wanted proof of her feelings.

She looked at her 95-year-old self, still lying motionlessly on the bed, and made a decision.

“I- I’m yours.” she admitted nervously, turning back to him.

His smile grew to impossible lengths, seeming to stretch past his cheeks, and he shuddered, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Oh, that’s good to hear.” he said, laughing. Then he held his hand out to her again, stepping closer.

“Come, little mouse. Be my prey. Let me be your God, your savior, your predator. Be mine.”

She smiled and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly, slightly scared that he was going to leave, or that she was going to wake up, and this will all have been a dream.

Thankfully, he didn’t. He simply smiled and brought her to him, enfolding her in his arms, inhaling deeply.

“You’ve always smelled delicious, my sweet, but your surrender smells even sweeter.” he murmured.

Unable to see the smirk on his face, she smiled happily and returned the embrace.

“Shall we go?” he asked.

Not waiting for her answer, he snapped his fingers, and they faded out of sight.

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So, this was originally supposed to be for a 4 seasons Ikemen Sengoku writing collab that I was doing with @ikesenhell, @ikemenprincessnaga and @ikesenlemonadestandstories, and I was supposed to go 2nd, with winter, but then I went absolutely AWOL and left them hanging, so this is me finally posting and simultaneously apologizing so many times 🙏

This is one of my favorite stories that I’ve written, and I hope you enjoy, even if it’s over a year late ;_;

[fortune-fool02]

Familiar Pain

Jean Pierre Polnareff x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Warning: angst, fluff

This is my first attempt at writing Polnareff so please forgive me if I write him out-of-character. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Please enjoy. 

When [Name] was a child, she believed that she and her brother [Brother’s Name] would go on an adventure together. They would come up with these mad dreams about exploring the world; and they did. After years of saving up, they both finally had enough money to reach this dream of theirs and travel the world. 

Their first stop: Egypt.

Sadly, the dream was crushed when they crossed paths with a man. A man with golden blonde hair and an alluring physic that was beyond that of any human. He offered them a place as his servants and promised them fortunes beyond their wildest dreams. [Brother’s Name] refused this, telling [Name] to run as far away from there as possible. 

She tried to stay and protect her brother but it was pointless. Before she could stop him, [Brother’s Name]’s Stand materialised and lunged at the golden haired man as he shouted for [Name] to run. She did. She turned and ran like a coward instead of helping her brother.

The last thing she heard was her brother’s agonised screams echoing down the street, the sound of blood spilling and flesh ripping. Then silence. 

Ever since that day, [Name] had promised herself that she would hunt down the bastard who took her brother from her and kill him herself. 

***

Polnareff stood outside [Name]’s hotel room, his hand raised to knock but frozen in mid-air. Listening closely, he could hear soft sobs from behind the door. Concern plucked at his heart as he reached for the door handle, turning it and pushing the door slowly,

“[Name], are you alright?” he called out, the sobs fell silent after he spoke. He closed the door behind him and ventured further into the room, searching for the [Hair colour] female. He found her curled up on herself in the corner of the room, face damp with tears as she sobbed. 

Without hesitation, he crouched to her side and scooped her into his large arms, holding her close and letting her sob into his shoulder. Her body shook like a leaf, 

“Shh, ma chérie. Let it all out.” he cooed softly as he petted her [Hair colour] locks. 

[Name] had not been with them long but that didn’t change how Polnareff’s heart swooned for her. Whatever she did, it seemed to only make him fall for her more. During battles, she could easily hold her ground with her Stand; fierce, determined and incredible, that was what Polnareff saw in her. However, it was no secret of [Name]’s intentions for joining their little crusade. 

The second she mentioned her brother’s name, the tears started. The wound was far to fresh, technically still bleeding in a way. That was the fuel for her fire, and it was burning her as much as it was her enemies. Polnareff didn’t want to see her burn, he wanted to reach into the flames and pull her out of them before they consumed her whole. 

He knew what it would do to her, as he was suffering the same fire for his sister. Though he had more control over his flames whilst [Name] was at their mercy. He may no be able to extinguish the flames but he, at least, wanted to soothe them, calm them so they didn’t hurt [Name] anymore than they did. 

[Name] held onto the French male tighter, burying her head in his shoulder. 

“I-I... miss h-h-him....” she chocked out. Polnareff rocked gently, his fingers brushing through her hair; something he often did to calm his sister when she was sad. 

“I know, I know you do.” he said, “I’ll help you stop Dio, [Name]. I promise you.” [Name] leaned back slightly, her [Eye colour] orbs looking into his. He brought his hand up, wiping the tears from her face and giving a soft smile. 

“There we go,” he said, “Much better.” [Name] smiled a little at this, making Polnareff’s heart bloom with warmth. As long as he was there for [Name], that was all that mattered to him.