#sorry I’m just busy and the requests are on the back burner

[justkillingthyme]

Um!, I’m sorry to anyone that sent in requests I will get to them eventually I swear. Probably won’t get to them until later this week. I’m super slow at working through them and I’m so sorry. Please throw bricks at me.

[luveline]

carmy! i have a request, it’s so basic but everything you write is golden. him and r are pining coworkers, and maybe someone else yells at her or upsets her or whatever and he’s like but i’m the only one allowed to shout at you and he hugs her (because you know… arms 👀)

—Carmy tries to make you feel better after a customer upsets you. fem, 1.5k 

“Fucking asshole,” Richie mutters as the door swings closed. 

Carmy would cringe if he had the energy, or a lack of self-awareness —it’s not as though he doesn’t swear like a starved sailor every other sentence. 

“Who’s the asshole?” he asks, feeling down his side for the bump of a box of cigarettes he doesn’t find. 

He’s taken to hiding them in the office. He’d love to pretend it was an act of lent, but in actuality, he never told Ritchie that the box of cigarettes left near the burner, that gave them their C-army rating, wasn’t Richie’s at all, but Carmy’s. He isn’t ever planning on having that conversation, so he’s trying not to carry a box around and leave it somewhere stupid again. 

“Fucking– you didn’t just hear that guy?” Richie asks, scowling. 

Carmy scowls back. “Yeah, that’s why I’m asking. What the fuck do you think?” 

It’s slightly too much aggression off the cuff, but Richie brings it out of him. “Some asshole just came in here and started shouting like a motherfucker because he forgot his stupid napkins. I thought Sunshine was gonna cry her eyes out.” 

Carmy clocks back in fully. “What?” 

Sunshine is the mildly sarcastic nickname Richie gave you before Carmy ever step foot in The Beef. It’s not that you’re moody, but you’re always tired, and you give these little shy smiles out to anyone who asks how you are. I’m fine, you say every time, followed by something deflective like, I’m just tired. Lack of vitamin D from working in this place. 

“Where do scumbags get off, making girls cry like that?” 

Carmy's eyes widen. “She’s crying?” 

Richie is capable of seriousness, despite himself. “Yeah,” he says, his anger swapped out for a low remorse, “I told her to go sit in the office until she’s feeling better.” 

Carmy pauses. “Should I go look in?” he asks. 

“Duh, Carmen. You’re the only one who can make her feel better. Which I resent!” He brings a rag end from his shoulder to wipe his forehead, which is gross, but whatever. “I’m fucking excellent at being a shoulder to cry on.” 

Carmy doesn’t know what that means. Richie says it like it’s obvious, but since when is Carmy the only person who can make you feel better? You’ve known everybody here far longer than you’ve known him, and sometimes Carmy thinks you probably don’t want a thing to do with him, does anybody in the kitchen? You’re smart, and you’ve been working here as long as anybody, started when you were genuinely too young and learning everything you know from the other. You have potential, like everybody here. You just didn’t get the right training, and you’re defensive (again, like everybody here). 

Carmy’s almost positive you’re gonna tell him to fuck off when he knocks the office door. He doesn’t know why he does it, nobody knocks in this shithole, but he does. Maybe he’s buying time; you’ll be feeling better when he pushes the door fully open, and he won’t have to navigate the treacherous depths of his feelings for you while he’s so busy trying to work himself out.

You sniff, muffled, like  a sleeve is held over your face. “Hello?” you ask. 

Carmy gets a burst of energy and doesn’t ask before stepping into the room. You can’t say no if he doesn’t ask, and you don’t, looking at him from the rickety office chair with distrust, and then sheepishness. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be in here.” 

“No, no, you can come in here,” he says. He has a bad habit of pausing too long and looking too close, hands clenched in front of himself. “You can come in here. Some asshole made you cry?” 

You shake your head with tears still wet on your cheek. You’re at home in the office, all the chaos and posters and paper trails a match for you dishevelled appearance. You’ve pulled your foot onto the chair, showcasing a shoe that’s falling apart and two pairs of socks pulled to uneven heights. Your hands are a riot, none of your jewellery but a mismatch of different coloured band-aids over a multitude of wounds. And your face glows with tears, shitty light of the desk lamp casting yellow onto your teary cheeks, your lips bitten raw. 

“I’m fine,” you say. 

Carmy doesn’t know what he was expecting, but he was hoping for a better confession. “Over napkins?” 

“Said I’m s’posed to put napkins in the bag,” you say, a monotony to your voice that’s forced and weak at once. “‘Cos I’m a fucking idiot, right, who doesn’t put napkins in the bag?” You sniffle. “Whatever. Richie said he can’t come back.” 

“He can’t,” Carmy says quickly. 

He fails to follow it up. There’s an idiot in the office, for sure, and it’s not you. 

Your mouth crumples and you look away from him, something achy about you as another tear falls down your cheek to curve into the skin above your top lip, making a home at your cupid’s bow. “I’m fine.” 

“You can be upset,” he says. “This job’s… hard enough, without people making you feel like shit for shit you didn’t do.”

You respond to his warm(ish) tone with a small smile. Your tear slips down your lip. Carmy wants to wipe it off. 

“What can I do?” he asks finally.

He wishes he could make you feel better without asking, and there are parts of him that want to turn tail and run, too, but Carmy stays standing in front of the half-open door watching as tears make their way to your chin. He doesn’t know why you’re still crying. 

Maybe he does. Carmy doesn’t usually cry. He just watches things go wrong without stopping them, or keels over in the alley for long, too fast minutes as his heart pumps a bruising rhythm against his ribs. 

“I’m fine, Carmy,” you say, wiping your face roughly as you stand from the chair.  

He scratches a hand through his hair. “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” 

“You don’t have to anything.” 

“Richie said I’m the only person who can make you feel better.” 

“You’re just the only guy who ever shouts at me,” you tease, sniffling softly as you do. 

Carmy shouldn’t yell at anyone, but he does. You’ve never cried. He wouldn’t yell at anybody if he thought it would make them upset like that, it’s just that yelling’s like talking where he comes from, and the kitchen doesn’t help. 

“So what? Am I supposed to beat that guy up?” Carmy asks. 

You laugh through what he hopes to be the last of your tears, scrubbing at your cheeks ineffectually. “Like you could beat somebody up. You’re all bark and no bite, Berzatto.” 

Sure. And he’s a loser, he’s more than aware of it; Carmy knows fifty seven different ways to prepare corn for eating and he doesn’t know a single way to make girls feel better, so he tries something he saw on TV. 

“Come here,” he says, holding his arm out insistently. “C’mere.” 

He leans in to grab you. You hold your arms out, but you still when he touches you like you're shocked. He’s a little shocked too. 

“Richie knew the guy, right?” Carmy asks. 

“He said he’s banned for life.” 

“Okay, great.” Carmy feels up your back slowly. Your arms are hesitant behind him. He’s the braver one for once, feeling at the dips and slopes of you with a greedy hand.

You smell… really good. He has a good sense of smell, can pick apart a meal's ingredients by scent alone if he’s awake enough, so he can tell you’re wearing that little solid perfume you keep in your cubby, gentle enough to not bother anybody in the kitchen, ever so slightly milky and sweet. He can also smell the salt on your cheeks. So weird to be able to smell your tears. 

Carmy pats your back and leans away. Your hands fall to your side. 

He wipes your face hesitantly, pinky to your soft cheek, until your tear stains are dry and you’re looking at him steadily.

“That was really weird,” you say. 

He panics, stepping away from you, “Fuck. Fuck, sorry.” 

You shake your head. “No, I’m just kidding. Thanks, Carmy.” 

“Dick,” he says. 

You smile brightly. Okay, his heart fell into his ass when you said it was weird, but you can tease him all day if it makes you feel better. 

“I better go tell Richie I’m okay,” you say. “Don’t you have a stock to reduce?” 

“Oh, you mean your stock?” he asks. 

Your smile makes him wanna grab your wrist, and it makes him wanna chase after you. You slink out of the office, waving a quick goodbye with your fingers, and Carmy stares at the place you’d been sitting while you cried for a couple of seconds to get a grip.  

He puts his hand on his chest and feels his pulse racing. 

“Fucking asshole,” he mutters, not sure if he means the customer or himself.

[traveler-at-heart]

Come running back to me

Request by @esposadejoyhuerta - babe, I tried, but angst evades me.

Summary: Wanda cheats on you and Natasha is there to help you heal.

Wanda Maximoff x F!R, Natasha Romanoff x F!R

A/N: Reader has Magneto like powers.

There’s something in the air that makes you restless as you walk down the streets. It’s too calm for an autumn afternoon in London.

“Blonde suits you” you say as you stop at a corner. There’s a chuckle behind you.

“Though I’d fool you” Natasha says, coming out of the shadows and standing next to you.

“I’m not easily fooled. It’s nice to see you”

“Likewise” the woman nods.

It’s been almost two years since part of the Avengers have been on the run. Your abilities have made you an especially important target, so you spend most of the time hiding on your own. Divide and conquer.

“And how are things?” you say. It’s been a month since you spoke with Wanda, and you don’t know if Natasha knows.

“Great. They’re about to get even better” she sighs. “If you don’t mind, we need to borrow Wanda. Could use your help as well”

“Wait, what? Wanda is not with me” you look at Natasha, alarmed.

“She left two days ago… the same she always does when she meets you”

“Did she say where…?” Natasha shakes her head no and you feel like throwing up. You can’t lose her, not now.

“Steve” the woman calls through her burner, but is interrupted. “Understood, we’re on our way” Natasha turns to you. “Come on, we have a lead”

—

The joy of reuniting with Steve is short lived, because your mind is reeling with the possibilities of what could have happened to Wanda.

Was she captured by the US? Did HYDRA find her? You’re not sure which one of those is worse.

You also think back to your last conversation. How you offered her to stay together, have your own place away from everything… a future in the middle of uncertainty.

Guilt invaded your mind. What if she was overwhelmed by your proposal and left to think things through?

“We have an alien aircraft and four subjects” Sam informs. The four of you descend from the Quinjet, Natasha holding on to you. You set her down gently, and you both jump right in to fight the aliens.

Wanda looks at you with relief, and then a flash of panic crosses her features.

As you spot a cut in her forehead, your patience runs out, and you use the alien’s own blade to cut its head off. The weapon floats in the air as you manipulate it with your powers, sending it across the train station to knock down another alien that Natasha was fighting.

There’s an exchange between your friends and the creatures, but you’re too busy walking to Wanda.

She’s not alone. Vision is holding on to her hand, looking up at her as if…

No, that can’t be.

“Y/N” Wanda pleads when everything clicks for you.

Wanda and Vision, together. For how long, who knows, but long enough for her to leave you behind without a word. She risked getting caught just to see him, all the while you were the one putting your neck on the line to make sure she was safe.

“Please” she sighs when you step back.

“Don’t” you shake your head, going around the corner to hide yourself from the team. Leaning against a wall, you pinch the bridge of your nose, holding back tears. The feeling of betrayal burns your throat as a sob escapes from your mouth. You try to stiffle it, breathing to calm yourself down.

A hand rests on your shoulder, and you don’t need to open your eyes to know who it is.

“I’m sorry” Natasha says, wiping away another tear that rolls down your face. “I’m really sorry, Y/N”

“I can find my way back from here” you say after a beat of silence. You won’t spend another moment with Wanda.

“Well, that’s not gonna work” Steve says, joining you. There’s compassion in his eyes, but also a sense of urgency. “New York has been targeted as well. Time to assemble”

—

The trip to Wakanda will take at least 6 hours. This aircraft is smaller and slower than the Avengers’ Quinjet. You understand they’ve had to lay low and make the best of the resources they can find.

This also means you’re left with fewer places to hide from Wanda.

You go to the back of the jet, sitting on the floor. It’s cold and uncomfortable, but you don’t care. The silence is defeaning, Steve coordinating with Natasha in a low voice, Wanda reassuring Vision while you refuse to look her way.

“We’re almost there” Natasha says after a few hours.

“I can tell” you nod, stretching.

“How?”

“The vibranium. I feel it. It’s a little overwhelming”

“How so?”

“I’m used to sensing different materials that can be manipulated by my powers. They’re everywhere. But vibranium is so rare so it’s not part of my… filter. I’m just not used to its presence”

“Is it uncomfortable?” Natasha says with a frown and you shake your head. She nods, placing her hand on your shoulder.

As you watch her walk back to the copilot seat, your eyes meet Wanda’s. You look away, swallowing to keep the tears at bay.

Once you arrive, the team meets, reaching out to everyone that can join the impending battle. You barely register the conversation, looking out the window. It’s a nice view.

There’s talk about how to destroy the Mind Stone while keeping Vision alive.

“You should destroy it while we still can” he asks Wanda.

“But you’ll die”

Good.

There’s a gasp and you turn around, looking at Wanda. Natasha stares too, confused, which confirms that You didn’t say it out loud, only thought about it.

“That’s too much, even for you” Wanda says.

“Get the fuck out of my head, then. If you want warm and fuzzy thoughts, maybe don’t cheat on me, Wanda”

The silence hangs in the room, and you leave, knowing your presence is only making it worse for everyone. Steve asked you to come and fight, not put on a show.

You stand at the first line of defense, next to Natasha, Steve and Bucky. As soon as the alien aircrafts show up, you bring them down, or make them crash against each other.

Once Thor joins the fight and takes over, you direct your attention to hand to hand combat. Using their own weapons against them, you keep the aliens at bay, clearing the path for Natasha and Steve.

“I’ve had enough of you” one of the aliens you saw in Edinburgh jumps, and they’re too quick, punching you and throwing you across the field, leaving you out of breath. That and the exhaustion from using your powers for such an intense fight make you dizzy, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to stand up in time.

Red wisps of magic throw the alien against a machine, killing them instantly.

“Are you ok?” Wanda runs to your side. Up until now, she had stayed next to Vision.

“I’m fine” you lie. She’s about to argue with you when everything goes quiet.

Thanos, you hear someone whisper, and you immediately turn around. A chill runs down your spine as a gigantic figure shows up in the middle of the battlefield.

“I’m too tired to fly all the way there. Throw me and then get back to the stone”

“You’re too weak” she protests.

“Just do it”

Wanda listens and you join Thor, Steve close behind. You close your hands in fists, so Thano’s armour closes around his own body, crushing him. As Thor wields his axe, you pull away the gauntlet, throwing it to T’Challa. He carries it, putting distance between it and Thanos.

The creature let’s out a groan, throwing you against a tree while Thor pushes the axe against his neck. His arms shake with the force he is exerting, but it’s not enough.

Reaching forward, you use your powers to push down, moving the weapon further down his neck. You begin to see black spots, exhausted from the physical exhertion.

Thankfully, Steve shows up, delivering a final blow that separates Thanos’ head from his body.

You’re too tense to let go, fearing he’ll be able to grow a second head. It’s only until Natasha runs to your side that you drop the headless body.

Out of breath, you fall to your knees, trying to stop shaking.

“Are you ok?” Natasha asks, inspecting every inch of your body.

“Fine” you mutter. Then, you bend over and throw up blood. “Ok, maybe not”

—

Shuri is next to your bed, checking your vitals. She’s been making her rounds between Vision and you. It seems like she’ll be able to separate the stone from the droid.

“How is she?” Natasha asks, looking at you. It’s been 12 hours since you passed out.

“She’s stable. Her body needs to recover. It was overexhertion from exceptional use of her power, there are no other injuries. But I am told she can heal faster than a regular person, so…”

“Yeah” Natasha nods, sighing. “She���s strong. I’m just worried”

“It will be fine, agent. The price of saving the universe”

You wake up the next night, in a dark room lit only by the monitor that keeps your vitals visible. You feel weak and thirsty, but you also know you have the get out of here.

Leaving the room behind, you walk out of the building when a voice stops you.

“You’re up” Wanda says and goes after you when you keep walking. “Wait, what are you doing? You can’t leave”

“I can’t stay here. I’m an outlaw”

“I’m sure that will change now that you’ve saved the universe. Come on. You need your rest” Wanda takes your arm and you yank it away, as if her touch burns.

“Don’t act like you’re concerned for me. You don’t care about me at all, Wanda”

“That’s not true…”

“How long?” you finally turn to her, and hold her stare as a tear rolls down her cheek.

“Six months”

You nod, feeling like you might throw up again for a very different reason.

“Hope you’re very happy with him. Goodbye”

“No, wait! I didn’t mean for it to happen… I didn’t want to hurt you”

“And yet here we are” you mumble, wiping away the tears that run down your face. “Go be with him. We’re done here”

You use the little strenght you have to turn invisible, hoping that will be enough to stop her from following you.

Still, Wanda stays glued to her spot, sobbing quietly.

“Is Y/N ok?” Natasha rushes to your room. “Where is she?”

“She’s gone”

“Why did you let her leave? She’s too weak to do anything”

“I couldn’t stop her”

“I wonder why that is” Natasha bites back and Wanda glares at her.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Natasha, you have no idea…”

“I do, actually. She risked her life to keep the government away from us. She was alone for two years while we protected you, Wanda. You’re the one that screwed up here and it’s on you if something happens to her” Natasha says in an even tone, as if she’s bored with Wanda’s childish complaints. “Your precious robot is ready. Go be with him. The rest of us will clean after your mess”

It’s been a month.

You’re in Norway, in the middle of nowhere. No internet, radio or phone. You’re clueless about what happened after the Battle of Wakanda and honestly, couldn’t care less. 

All you do is go around the forest, think about Wanda and hate her.

You miss her terribly, but it’s not like the other times, when you were apart, knowing you’d see her again. There’s no reunion or anticipation to hold her in your arms again. To hear her laugh and feel her lips on yours.

That part of your life is done for good. There’s nothing left.

The rain starts in the middle of your run, so you create a force field to shield you from the drops. As you approach the trailer, you notice the door is ajar.

Alerted, you go inside, ready to attack.

Natasha is fast asleep in your bed.

“Hey” you nudge her with your foot and she grumbles.

“You took forever” 

“Well, there’s nothing else to do around here so I’m usually gone for hours” you explain. “Wanna go for a swim?”

“The water is freezing, are you insane? Oh, never mind, you are!” she punches your arm and you laugh.

“What are you on about, Romanoff?”

“You left Wakanda half dead. And for a moment I thought you were, it took me forever to find you” 

“How did you find me?” you wonder, taking off your wet sneakers, leaning against the wall while Natasha sits up, crossing her legs. 

“McDonald’s security camera”

“I do love me some fries” you sigh. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Just checking to see if you’re ok”

“I’m alive” you shrug your shoulders. “That’s about it”

Natasha stares for a little too long, and you fidget under the intensity of her green eyes. You know what she means, but you refuse to mention Wanda or your break up.

“Come home with me” she pleads, her voice soft. You’re surprised at her vulnerability. 

“I can’t stand to watch her with that toaster every single day”

“They’re not in New York” 

“Where are they, then?”

“Does it matter?” she challenges you. Of course, it doesn’t. It’s not your business. Not anymore. You sit next to her, bringing your knees to your chest.

“I was barely an Avenger, and the Compound… I don’t know, Nat. I don’t feel like I belong anywhere anymore. Especially in places where we were together”

“Who said anything about the Compound? I’m in my thirties, I figured having a bunch of roommates was too much. I’m living in my own place now. And looking for someone to split the rent with, since I have very good taste and it’s in an expensive area” 

“I thought roommates were too much for you” you say with a smile.

“Multiple, yes. One, I can handle” 

You sigh, looking around you. You’ve been miserable and bored out of your mind. At some point, you’ll have to live again. And if you’re gonna hate life, might as well do it in a city where you can get decent food.

“Ok” you nod, smiling when she extends her hand to seal the deal.

“You better not leave wet towels in the bathroom floor” she warns you.

—

“You lied to me” you grumble, giving the wall a second coat of paint. Natasha ignores you and you glare. “You just wanted someone who’d help you paint the place for free”

“Absolutely not!” Natasha shakes her head no. 

Except, maybe she left out how the apartment needed some work and there was nothing on it except the walls. You’re being annoying, but you actually don’t mind. This is the first time in your life where you get to decide how to live. It also helps to get your mind of everything that happened in the last month. When you’re assembling furniture and arguing over color palettes, heartbreak is not at the forefront of your mind.

You have not settled on a couch, so you’re still using the one you got from the Compound. Natasha insists that it doesn’t have to be anything too expensive, but you keep saying a good living room is the soul of any great apartment.

“It’s not like we’re having a lot of people coming over, we’re both loners”

“All the more reason to get a nice couch. We watch movies every night in the living room” 

“I’m picking the movie tonight, by the way”

“You already had your chance” you mumble. “Those privileges have been revoked for the rest of the week”

You had to sleep with the lights on after a marathon of all those Insidious movies she likes so much.

But still, you let her choose the movie because it’s nice and there’s no point in fighting with the one person who’s going out of her way to keep you company in your misery. After the movie’s done, she stands up, stretching her arms. 

“I’m calling it a night”

“Ok” you smile, taking over the entire couch and covering yourself with the blanket. Natasha stares. “What?”

“You’ve been sleeping in the living room. Don’t say it’s because of the movie, it’s been happening since you got here, Y/N”

“I… uh” you scratch the back of your neck nervously. “My room feels… lonely. Here I can listen to the sounds of the street. And sometimes when you go to the kitchen I hear your footsteps and feel less… horrible. It’s stupid”

“It’s not” she shakes her head. “We’ll get a new couch tomorrow” 

“Alright”

“Good night, Y/N”

“Night, Nat”

—

People walk past you and you ignore them as you sit, Natasha to your right. 

“Pass the popcorn” you say and she pretends to grab something from the air, handing it over to you. “I’m not feeling it” 

“It’s a nice couch” Natasha protests, trying to be patient. She has a feeling the couch is a metaphor for your love life, but you’re being impossible in your shopping trip.

“It’s not the couch” you insist, pulling her up and walking around the shop. You mumble a number of things as you inspect different furniture. The color isn’t right, it’s itchy, it’s too small.

“We’re getting close, I can feel it” you promise, walking backwards to look at Nat.

“Watch where you’re going…”

Too late, as you trip over and fall on your back. You yelp, landing on a cream colored sofa that feels perfect.

“Are you ok?” Natasha hurries over and you laugh, pulling her towards you by the hand. It’s big enough to fit the both of you when you lie down on your side. “Wow, this is great” 

“Right?” you snuggle next to her, sighing. “We found it, Nat” 

“Yeah, we did” she smiles. “Let’s take it home” 

You celebrate, hugging her until a store clerk comes by and ask if you need help. Natasha blushes as she breaks apart, confirming you’re buying it. Her hand never leaves your back as she speaks to the clerk. 

“We should celebrate” you say as you leave the store, not dwelling too much on why buying furniture makes you so damn happy.

“I’d love to, but I have a mission” Natasha sighs.

“Oh. I understand” 

The universe might have been in danger, but the world -and the bad guys- certainly didn’t stop. The Avengers were still operating, albeit with more freedom than before.

“We’ll do something when I’m back” she promises and you nod. 

You can handle a day alone, right?

The apartment feels empty without her and you can’t help but think about the past few months. You isolated yourself, then Natasha brought you back to the city, where you focused on fixing your apartment. 

Sooner or later, you’d have to face the reality of your situation. 

Wanda wasn’t part of your life or future anymore. Sitting around doing nothing was not an option in the long run.

Which is why you show up at the Compound first thing in the morning, knocking on Steve’s door. 

“Natasha won’t be back until later today” he says as you sit in front of him. 

“I know. I wanted to talk to you about… coming back to the team” 

“We’d love to have you, Y/N. Your skills are incredibly helpful on the field, and we’ve all seen that you’re very loyal. I know how much you risked to protect us as we were on the run” 

“I feel a but coming” you say and Steve laughs.

“I just want to make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons. Because you want to, not because you feel like there’s no other place to go to”

“I think I can be useful, in a way only few people can. I mean, what am I going to do with magnetism manipulation? Work as a barista?”

“Fair enough” he nods, leaning forward. “Welcome back” 

You have the presence of mind to ask him to hold off on telling Natasha, because you want to let her know yourself. It may be silly, but you make dinner and get her favorite wine as you wait for her to be back from the mission.

“What smells so good?” she greets, closing the door behind her. She’s out of her work clothes, wearing jeans, a simple white tee and leather jacket.

“I made chicken alfredo” you say, moving the pasta around as you turn off the stove.

“Smells delicious” she looks over your shoulder, placing her hand on your lower back as she reaches for two plates and wine glasses.

During dinner, you listen to Natasha talk about the mission and how Sam and Bucky can’t get along even after everything they’ve been through. 

“I’m telling Steve to keep his boyfriends under control”

“Speaking of… Steve” you put your fork down, nervous all of the sudden. “I’m rejoining the Avengers”

Natasha chews for a moment, sips from her glass and wipes the corner of her mouth. Once she’s done, she sighs, looking up.

“I’m gonna kill him”

“What? Who?”

“Steve! This is low, even for him. This is why I didn’t want to leave for a mission just yet. I suspected he’d find a way to guilt you into thinking you owe the world something”

“Wait, no. That’s not what happened. Nat, listen to me” you plead, reaching for her hand and forcing her to sit down. “I went to see him this morning. Maybe I’m just… done with moping around and doing nothing. I can’t go like this forever. Plus, we’d get to go on missions together, right? Or maybe not, you’ll get sick of me, we already share an apartment”

Natasha calls for you, the way she says your name full of care and gentleness.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes” you say, still holding her hand.

“Then I’m happy” she nods, smiling as she raises her glass.

—

Life is gentle, if only because you let yourself be. A routine develops, with training, missions, dinner and movies. Sometimes you go out, sometimes you cook for Natasha. 

The constant is each other’s presence. And whenever she has to be away on a solo mission, you find comfort in the things she leaves behind, like her clothes. She doesn’t question anything the first time she comes back home and finds you napping in the couch, wearing one of her hoodies.

Natasha has also accepted every bouquet, commenting that it will look beautiful in the kitchen table. She’s right, but that’s not why you buy them; it’s because you’re enamored by her smile as she inspects each flower. 

Home takes on a different meaning. It’s not just the apartment you share, it’s the mornings when Natasha comes back from her run with your favorite muffins; the days you find your favorite cookies in a grocery bag and those times when Nat insists on cleaning after eating whatever it is you prepared and she listens to you talk about your day as she washes dishes.

One day, as Natasha comes back from training new recruits, you greet her at the door. Her smile is gentle, but distant. 

“I was wondering if… you’d like to go out tonight?” you ask, sensing this isn’t the best time but you also know you’ll chicken out if you don’t do it now. 

“I’m kinda tired. I’ll probably take a shower and call it a night”

“Oh, yeah” you nod, fidgeting with your hands.

“I’m sorry. It’s been a weird day. My mind’s a mess” Natasha steps forward, reaching for your hand.

“It doesn’t have to be today. What I meant was… would you like to go on a date with me?” you finally look up, trying to decipher her expression.

Natasha smiles and you sigh with relief.

“How about tomorrow?”

“Sounds perfect”

That’s exactly how the evening goes. You’ve shared so many nights together, but there’s something different in the air. It’s electric and it makes your head spin, craving more each time her hand touches yours.

“Next one is on me” she promises when you insist on paying for dinner. You lean against her, until her arm goes around your shoulders.

“So, there’s gonna be a next one?” 

“I’d like that, yes” Natasha nod and you blush, practically hiding in her arms. She laughs, kissing your temple. The walk home is quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way.

Inevitably, your mind goes to your previous relationship. Truth be told, most of the time you spent with Wanda was brief and under difficult circumstances. There were never dates or any semblance of a normal life. There’s no way of knowing if you’d had worked out together. But, for the first time in six months, it doesn’t hurt to think about what you lost.

You can’t imagine your life without Natasha.

“One episode, that’s all” you argue playfully as you go up the stairs, hoping Natasha wants to watch the show you were binging the other day.

“We have an early morning tomorrow” 

“I’ll make it worth your time…” you say, laughing.

“Y/N” a different voice calls from the end of the hallway. You look back, your eyes meeting Wanda’s. Natasha doesn’t seem as surprised.

“Wanda, what are you doing here?”

“I came back a few days ago…” the girl turns to Natasha, upset. “You didn’t tell her I was here”

“I was hoping you’d leave her alone” Natasha admits, avoiding your eyes.

“Is that really the only reason?” Wanda looks intently at the way you’re holding Natasha’s hand.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Natasha steps forward, but you pull her back.

“It’s not worth it, Nat”

“Y/N, I just need five minutes. Alone” Wanda asks, focusing entirely on you. You can tell that Natasha feels defeated as you nod, but still goes inside without another word, the door closing behind her.

“Five minutes” you say, crossing your arms. You miss Natasha’s warmth as soon as she leaves.

“I came back to say I’m sorry. To say that I think I made a mistake”

“You hurt me. I think that was a mistake, yes. Is that all?”

“These past few months I… I have tried to convince myself that what I did was not so bad, or that it was meant to be between Vision and me. But lately, I’ve wondered if it wasn’t only the stone. The connection was so strong between us, but now that the Mind stone is gone…”

“Now you’re bored and coming back to me” 

“It’s not like that” 

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested, Wanda. I’ve moved on, worked on myself. Found someone who makes me happier than I’ve ever been. I’m sorry, truly, that things didn’t turn out the way you wanted. But coming back to me is not an option. That door is closed for good” 

“Of course” she sighs, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m sorry for interrupting your date, I’ll leave now”

“Wanda” you call as she walks down the hall. “I really hope you can find happiness again”

With that, you walk into your apartment. 

“Can we talk?” you say, approaching Nat. She smiles sadly.

“Look, I understand. Wanda’s the one. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you she was here… I guess I just wanted to be a little selfish and have one date with you”

You sigh, sitting down next to her.

“She’s gone now. I’m not… whatever it is I felt for her, it’s over now, Nat. I’m sorry if I made you feel insecure” you place your finger under her chin, making her look up. “I like that you sing while you wash the dishes. I know your favorite flowers are tulips. I’d watch twenty horror movies just to see you smile” she chuckles at that, reaching for your hand. “I’d do anything to give you a fraction of the happiness you’ve given me, Natasha”

“It’s hard to believe, that’s all. I’ve never been easy to love” 

“And yet, it’s the only thing that’s kept me going for this long. Your love. Will you let me pay it back?”

“Yes” she nods, her nose rubbing against yours as you lean forward, kissing her gently at first, and then pushing her until she’s laying on the couch. She pulls you closer, eager for more. 

“I did say I’d make it worth your time” 

You laugh against Natasha’s lips, feeling how she’s smiling into the kiss.

“Lucky for us, we have the best couch in all of New York City, and all the time in the world”

“Yes, we do” you confirm, kissing her until you’re both out of breath. “And we have each other”

“That too” Natasha nods, her hand on your cheek.

And you’d have each other, in the home you built.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Guiding Hand 5

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, parental neglect, depression, inference of self harm, violence, abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: your online academics are affected by your personal struggles but your professor won’t let you give up so easy.

Characters: Raymond Smith, Lee Bodecker in the background

Note: I'm a sleepy baby.

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Another unit done. You’re not certain how you’ve kept it up but you’re just waiting for your motivation to fizzle out. Each activity, each page, you teeter on the edge of oblivion. Workbook Five is almost complete and Six will be the final for the course. There’s a shell of disbelief around you. You really did it. 

Well, not quite yet. 

You sit back and stretch your neck and shoulders. Your teachers always told you to stop hunching but your shoulders always curled forward and your neck sunk anyway. Not out of defiance, just to make yourself small, maybe even, invisible. 

You stand, fingers cold and slightly numb. It’s a rainy day and the cold seeps in as your mother keeps the radiator off. You tuck your hands into your hoodie sleeve and find your slippers, a faded old pair that used to be somewhat fluffy. 

It’s quiet. You haven’t heard your mother at all. It’s not too unusual. After a binge, sometimes she just sleeps all day and night. You don’t like it, you don’t like that it’s normal, but it’s just how she is. How it is and always will be. 

Well, you’re trying to change yourself. You can’t change her or this place. 

You open the door slowly and peek out. A habit. You emerge quietly and rub your nose with your cuff, sniffing behind your sleeve as you shuffle into the kitchen. You do your best not to make too much noise as you fill the kettle. You have a few more bags of green tea, the you’re all out. You need to go back to the grocery store but the food credits won’t come until next week. 

You turn the dial on the stove and lean against the front as the kettle sits on the back burner. You close your eyes, groggy and slightly dizzy. You’ve been staring at numbers for so long, you don’t even know what time it is. Morning at night, you can’t tell by a glance through the gray window. 

You yawn again. Maybe chamomile might be a better choice. You lift your head and lean back on your heels as you mull the decision. The floor creaks with your weight as you shift indecisively. You’re not even sure you have any left.  

As you back up, you collide with something, someone, else. You grunt as suddenly there’s a clamp around your neck and you’re shoved forward against the stove. You brace the edge, careful not to touch the top as the heat from the burner radiates across the metal. 

Lee’s chuckle brushes over your hair, “there you are, girl. You been hiding.” 

“Eek, no--” you squirm and writhe. 

He’s too strong. He pushes harder and you’re forced to bend, precariously hovering over the stove, the kettle not far from your cheek. You squeak as your slippers scuff on the floor between his feet. 

“Please--” 

“You should be begging,” he snarls, “little girl like you, messing where she shouldn’t be.” 

“I’m sorry,” you squeal, “you were hurting her--” 

“Ain’t none of your business, is it?” He jolts you and you nearly hit your head off the back of the stove. He grabs your wrist with his other hand as he pinches your neck tighter. “Your mama likes it rough, don’t ya know? Walls ain’t that thick.” 

You whine and struggle to resist him as he brings your hand up, angling it towards the kettle as you hear that water starting to hum. You can feel the heat roiling from it. You push back against him, pressing your hand to the back of the stove to get better leverage. 

“Want me to hurt you? Is that it? Tired of just listening,” he snorts, your hand shaking close to the kettle as you babble, “suppose like this, won’t be too bad.” 

He wiggles his pelvis against you and you hiccup in fear. You twitch and he shoves your hand against the kettle. You cry out as it scalds your skin, steam hissing through the spout and towards your face. Your eyes well and you gnash your teeth. 

“Pl-please,” you plead and he lets go of your arm, framing your hip instead.

He pulls you back against him, “Mmm,” he shakes his hips again, “think I could. You ain’t bad from behind.” 

Horror erupts up your throat as you scramble desperately, trapped by his weight. You grab onto the handle of the kettle, even as your burnt flesh screams, and you hurl yourself back. He staggers as you swing the heavy vessel in his direction but it only splashes on your slippers as he dodges away from you. A flare of anger lights up his blue eyes. 

“Ha,” he sneers at you, “you’re funny, girl. Got a whole lotta fight for nothing. Far as I can tell, ain’t no other man around to want you. Not even your daddy.” 

You lower the kettle, breathless and terrified. The sting of his word wounds more than the blistering flesh on your fingers. You shake your head. 

“Leave me alone,” you croak. 

“Hmph,” he curls his lips, “just you wait,” he eyes you up and down. 

You stand, paralysed by the stove. He stomps away and you watch him go, not daring to move. When you hear your mother’s door slam, you shakily set the kettle on the countertop. You turn your hand over an examine your palm, the sight of it adding to the agony. 

You don’t know how you can write now. 

📓

You tap the mousepad twice to get it to react. Your poorly wrapped hand makes everything double the task. You huff as you switch hands, awkwardly navigating to the email icon. You expand the window and find a new email. Professor Smith. 

‘Thank you for your last submission. I have reviewed your work and would like to provide feedback via Zoom if possible. Please provide times which work for you. 

Looking forward to speaking again. 

Take care, 

Raymond’ 

As usual. He is very direct. You can almost appreciate that about him and yet it does not rein in your paranoia. Feedback via Zoom? Why? Can’t he just write it down? Did you do something wrong?  

Ugh. You slump and stare at the keyboard. It can’t be avoided. You haven’t even started Six because of your hand. Maybe a review would be helpful. Besides, it would be a waste to give up now. It wasn’t so bad before, was it?  

You hit reply and key in your response slowly with one hand. 

‘Hello Professor, 

I can do anytime tomorrow.  

Thank you.’ 

It isn’t the most academic or professional response. You don’t know what else to say. You have no schedule to adhere too, you can only hope your mom isn’t making a racket. 

You send and close up the laptop. You have to rewrap your hand. It’s really hurting but you’ve been rationing the Polysporin. You just want it to heal quick so you can finish your work. 

📓

Professor Smith confirms for nine in the morning. You make sure you’re awake but your head is pulsing. Your sleep schedule is all off. You opt for a plain long-sleeved tee over the hoodie, trying to appear as presentable as you can. Nothing you own can compare to his tidy attire; you recall his sweater and stiff collar. Often, you find yourself wilting over how he must think of you. Just like everyone else does, you suppose. 

You get set up. Your room isn’t too bad. You’ve been trying to keep up on it. Your laundry is in a basket although the bookshelf is getting a bit cluttered again. Oh well, he won’t be able to see much around you. 

You open the laptop. Ten minutes to go. You can hardly sit still. Your anxiety peaks as you hear your mom’s voice from down the hall. It’s early for you, but even earlier for her. 

There’s a knock at the door, “honey, do we got any coffee left?” 

“Mom,” you get up and go to the door, cracking it open, “I left enough for a pot in the tin. I’m still waiting on the credits.” 

“Oh,” she smiles through the narrow space, “Lee musta used them the last of it.” She smiles. She’s drunk. She hasn’t just woken up, she’s been awake all night. She turns and waddles away unsteadily, “baby, we got no coffee.” 

You sigh and shut the door. You go back to the computer. Please don’t make a ruckus. You don’t need another scene. 

You click the meeting link and fidget. You’re not ready. Are you ever? Life is just doing things you’re unprepared for. 

You wince as Professor Smith appears on the screen. He greets you by name and you return a ‘hello, professor’. 

“Good morning?” He asks brightly. 

You shrug, “yeah, I guess...” you look one way then the other, uncertain, “how are you, professor?” 

“Great, thanks for asking,” he reaches for a tall mug and takes a sip before exhaling, “so, I suppose you would just like to get this over with.” 

“Um, no, er, I...” 

“Not saying anything about you,” he assures as he leans forward, crossing his arms over the desk. His eyes scan through his lens and you realise he must be reading something on the screen, “you’ve done wonderful work. I especially wanted to high light a few things.” 

“Oh, uh, yeah, I probably made some mistakes,” you clumsily click around as his image remains in the corner of the screen. You hiss as your fingers throb and open the workbook. 

“On the contrary, it’s perfect. In fact, you’ve managed to bring my own error to light. I was certain at first it wasn’t me but I went in a redid the work for Problem Eight. Clever.” 

You sit back and nod, surprised.

There’s a thump and your mom’s voice, met by Lee’s rumbling timbre. Muffled enough that their words can be deciphered but you worry it is still heard through the microphone. You clear your throat and move closer, sitting up as you bring your injured hand to rub your neck. 

“A lot going on?” Smith wonders. 

“No, sir, sorry, I wasn’t expecting it,” you shrug and scratch your cheek, the gauze rough and loose. 

“Oh my, what’s happened there? Are you alright?” 

You pause and jerk as another bang sounds and your mother’s cackle erupts, stopping sharply 

“Yes, sir,” you quickly hide your hand, “I had an accident. Um, I was going to ask... it’s taking me a while to type...” 

“By all means, we may discuss accommodations,” he assures, “I am, as ever, patient. Most importantly, you must take care of yourself.” 

“Sir,” you nod and your door rattles in the frame. “Um...” you glance over your shoulder. Why now? 

“Are you certain this isn’t a bad time?” 

“I’m sorry,” you face the laptop, “I didn’t think--” 

“Hey, you lazy bitch!” A hard rap shakes the door behind you, “get out here.” 

You go wide-eyed and stare at the screen. No. Please. Not again. 

Professor Smith’s brow ripples and his jaw squares, “it seems you’ve got some chaos over there.” 

“It’s just... I... one sec,” you bring the call full screen and search for the controls and hit mute. You stand up and go to the door, trying to block it out with your body. You open it as Lee smirks back at you, “we’re all outta coffee. Why don’t you go and get us some?” 

He holds up a ten dollar bill and flicks it against your nose, “y’ain’t got nothing else to do.” 

“I’m busy,” you say, “can it wait a few minutes?” 

“Busy?” He snips, “with what? You can watch your damn TV when you get back.” 

“Sorry, but I can’t--” 

“Lee, she’ll go in a bit,” your mother preens from down the hall. 

“I got a damn headache, she can drag her ass out right now,” he barks back at her, “it’s my money, ain’t it?” 

“Please, I’m... just after.” 

“Why? Whatcha hiding?” 

“Nothing, it’s school--” 

He shoves the door and you stumble back, hitting the bookshelf with your shoulder. He bulls past you and looks around, his eyes narrowing on your laptop. You turn to see the professor watching intently from his side of the call and you scurry to catch up with Lee and stop him. He elbows you away, tossing you against your bedframe. You hit it and crash to the floor. 

“I see, you entertainin’,” he scoffs and hits the keys several times. 

“Who are you, sir?” Smith asks, his tone cool but dangerous. 

You hear the little blip that signals the mute is off, “should ask ya the same. Whatcha doin’ talkin’ to young girls, eh?” 

“Is she your daughter?” Smith challenges and gets a chortle in return. 

“Nah, just a whore like her mother, ain’t she? You’d know better than me.” 

You get to your knees and grab at his hand, “please, he’s my professor.” 

“Don’t lie to me. Irene,” he spins as he hollers for your mother, “come see what your daughter’s doin’." He pauses to grit over his shoulder, "If ya gonna be whorin’ on the internet, you should at least try to get some money outta it.” 

“Huh, Lee, leave her alone,” your mom appears in the doorway and you crawl past Lee, keeping low as you reach up to keyboard and feel around. 

Professor Smith says your name but you hold the power button until the laptop fan slows and quiets. You sit back on your heels and look over as Lee peers around your room. Your mom sways in the doorway. 

“Who was that?” She asks. 

“I told him, it’s my professor--” 

“You ain’t smart enough for all that book stuff,” Lee growls, “go on and keep lyin’.” 

“Why do you care?” You sniff. 

“Honey, don’t be rude.” 

“Mom,” you whine, “he shouldn’t be in here.” 

“Lee, baby, I’ll go get the coffee,” she redirects. You hang your head. 

“I want her to go,” he turns and throws the ten at you, “the way she leach of ya, it’s the least she can do.” 

You wince, “it’s okay, mom, I can go.” You grab the desk and stand, swiping up the bill. You need to get out of this apartment. Staying will only make him angrier. Staying will only make she shame worse. 

[writersblockworks]

Pretty face Sova x Male!reader

F/N- Fake name A/N- Assassin name

Does this have anything to do with recent events? Maybe, prove it

Also thanks to @brainrotsova for the unofficial request/idea

You are a highly trained assassin hired by an unknown client to take down Sova.

Cw: mild NSFW. Smut at the end, Blood, Getting hurt.

You check the burner phone for anything from your client. Someone hired you to assassinate a man they called ‘The Hunter’. You smirk thinking how this hunter would soon be your prey. It has been exactly 25 hours since you got hired and you heard nothing. Still, you wait. You stand outside a bakery, tapping your foot in anticipation.

Well you got told one thing, upon hiring you they said this man was strong and highly trained. That gave you a rush, sure you took lives, but no one was strong enough to fight you. Now there was a possibility of a man being able to fight back, you would still kill him however. As you’re lost in thought someone bumps into you, causing you to fall to the ground.

“Oh I’m so sorry.” A man says in a thick Russian accent. He bends down to help you up. You look to see a tall blond man. He had one odd looking yet dazzling light blue eye and the other eye was a darker that reminded you of the lake outside your old house. He was tall, maybe over six foot, though he had a coat on, you could tell he was strong from the way he grabbed your hand. It left you speechless.

“Oh it’s all good.” You say, making sure none of your gear flew into the open. The man notices you looking around.

“Did you lose something?” He asks in a warm tone. Your heart skips a beat.

“O-oh no just making sure I didn’t drop anything.” You respond. He smiles.

“My name is Sasha, what’s yours?”

“Oh I’m.” You trail, thinking of a name to give him. “My name is F/N.” You say. All though he nods, something tells you he doesn’t believe you. With how you delivered it, you didn’t either.

“Well F/N. I have to get going, sorry for bumping into you.” He says before running off. All you can do is watch him leave and give a weak wave goodbye. That was the most handsome man you have ever met, you felt as if your stomach was turning and your heart was pounding. Your trans is broken by the burner phone buzzing. You pull it out.

‘I’m sorry A/N for the wait, I had other business to attend, I hired you because you’re the best of the best. You kill humans and radiants, but especially radiants. This man, Sasha Novikov, aka Sova, isn’t radiant, but he works with a group of radiants. He is ex Russian military, so he will fight back. Try to catch him alone maybe? His blue is robotic, and it’s connected to his weapons such as his drone and dart. I want this done by tomorrow morning, that’s not a problem for you looking at your record.’

*sent image.*

You look at the image and your heart sinks. It was the handsome man you saw earlier, god of all people it’s him? Still, you thought about the debt you were in, sadly a pretty face would have to die by your hands. Well not the first time this has happened, and it’s not the first time someone’s fought back. But it’s the first time someone with a pretty face fought back. You glance back to hopefully find the man again, luckly he’s walking. You pull out the small tracking device, then look at the fallen donut on the ground. You take a deep breath before running to him.

“Hey Sasha!” You yell he stops and turns around. God you wish you didn’t have to kill him, he was so strong it made you wonder if you could take him. It made you wonder if you could take him.

“Oh hey F/N, we meet again.” He chuckles. He walks and looks back at you, wanting you to follow him. You walk beside him, carefully placing the tracker in his coat.

“Let me buy you another donut, as an apology.” You say walking backwards in front of him. You peak his interest.

“Oh no I have to return to work, though I wouldn’t mind grabbing a drink after my work.” He says. You feel your heart skip again, like it was playing fucking hopscotch. Still, you have to keep cool. You should say no, you should tell him you have to leave town tonight. If you guys head for drinks, what if he knows what your plan is and takes you out first. If you went on a date, what if you got soft and he kills you first. What if you can’t kill him, what will your boss do? Just say no.

“How about at seven we meet at that bar?” You say, pointing at the bar across the street. Oh fuck, why did you do that.

“Great, see you a seven.” Sova says, walking down the sidewalk.

“I’m so fucked.” You mumble.

You are lucky he’s in your city, but you don’t go back to your apartment. You knew your boss was there, well you didn’t, but you could guess. Also, going back to the apartment could be risky, you learned that the first time. You almost got caught due to fingerprints and cctv, you remember the beatings that old man gave you.

At your hideout, you put together your sniper. Maybe while he is walking to the bar, you snipe him? No no he’s trained, you’re trained. You know better than to do it in public. But if you did it in public they would be worried that the shooter was in the crowd, maybe it would cause people to trample each other. The perfect cover up, that you won’t do.

You didn’t want to become this, you didn’t want to be an assassin. But the old man had offered you and your sister food and shelter when you needed it. He got her a cure for her sickness, he helped you get stronger. Now, you’re in his debt and you had two options, become their toy, or become their assassin. You’d take killing one man over taking old men.

You hatch a plan. Well a rough draft of a plan, it was definitely going to be messy. You take in factor that he is military trained, and he is in some sort of military organization. You can’t sneak up on him, apparently he has equipment in case someone tries to. This would have to be up close. Hell you might even get caught, but you couldn’t get caught. If you get caught your sibling has to pay off the debt and that includes either becoming their sex toy or become their assassin. You’d have to clean up, clean better than you ever have cleaned.

You have to make a good plan, but not a complicated one. The more complicated it is the easier it is to get caught, yet it’s also so easy to get caught if it’s under planned. Finding that sweet spot was hard, but you ended up making a plan. Get drinks he will most likely get typsy, take him to a back alley, then complete your job. Drugging was out of the question, it felt immoral to do. Then again you kill to pay off your debt. What is immoral then. You had a few hours to kill, so you got all your gear together. You can’t get that man out of your mind.

It seemed like seven couldn’t come fast enough. Walking around the place, taping your foot, you even tried to sleep. Once it hit six thirty time seemed to slow, this never happened before. You had been nervous before hits, but it’s never like this. Hell you feel yourself getting hard just thinking about, his stupid muscles, his dumbass laugh, his long hair, his gorgeous eyes, oh. Oh you were fucked. Once seven hits you fix your self before heading out. These weren’t too nice, but they were nice clothes. You head to the bar you had pointed at this morning. You check a device in your pocket to locate the tracking device you put on him this morning. Good, he was already there, at least you wouldn’t worry about being stood up. Not that it matters if you were. You get to the door, checking if you were dressed well enough, casual yet nice. You show to bouncer your ID and you walk in.

“There you are I thought you wouldn’t come!” The Russian man said, walking towards you. You felt your heart pound faster and faster the closer he got to you. Once he reached you he pulled you in for a hug, you felt as if you could melt right there. His strong arms wrapped around you, you felt for once you were being protected. All these years you were protecting your sibling, but you didn’t realize you needed to be protected. You needed to be protected by him. He pulled away.

“Let’s by a drink, on me.” You say pulling out your wallet. He nods and you two walk to the bar. The man orders vodka coke, it’s a basic choice for sure. You decide to get an Americano, to match his basic energy at least.

“Not a big drinker?” He asks.

“No not tonight.” You chuckle. He raises an eyebrow.

“Why not tonight?” He asks.

“Oh I have important business to attend to in the morning. I can’t be hung over. Besides I have get drunk when I am out with a new friend, it’s bad manners.” You respond. The bartender hands you guys your drinks, you take out the wallet to pay with cash. He must have gotten a peak inside, you two found an empty table.

“I saw a picture of a person in your wallet, is that your partner?” He asked. He looked like he was still happy and smiling just as he was a second ago, but his tone said otherwise.

“Oh no, that’s my sibling, they mean a lot to me. Our parents died a few years ago, we were taken in by a.. a friend.” You say, taking a sip.

“Oh I’m so sorry.” He replied. “Well let’s drink to you and your sibling being here.” He said. You smile and tap your cup against his. You took a sip, while he drank half of it. You set down your drink

“You don’t have anything tomorrow?” You ask.

“Oh I do, I don’t get breaks. I’m just muscle, I can drink more than you.” He said with a chuckle. You look at yourself.

“We are just built different from each other.” You playfully scoff. You were muscular from all the years of training, you were just shorter. He smiles

“You do look like you can hold your own. Do you go work out for fun or is it for work?” He asked. Your heart stopped for a moment, the way he asked you, the way he looked at his almost empty drink then you with those gorgeous blue eyes. Did he know? You calmed yourself quickly then took a drink, you almost slammed your cup down.

“Most of it was from work, we lift a lot. But I just started going to the gym to keep the body it gave me.” You replied, which it wasn’t really a lie. He nodded, not taking his eyes off of you as he took a drink. The rest of the night went well, you guys talked about almost anything that came to mind. Still you had no idea how to kill him, maybe you would try to lead him to the back ally. Still you didn’t really want to kill him, they said he will fight back, what if he kills you first? You two finished up and walked outside.

“Let’s walk a little more, I feel like we have more to talk about.” You say, you didn’t mean to have a flirty undertone, but it happened. You held your breath, but he just smiled.

“Should we go somewhere private to talk?” He asked. Your heart stopped again, your face flushed, if you didn’t quickly look away he would notice. Still, you heard him chuckle, you glanced up to see his face was red too.

“Like where?” You ask. You couldn’t take him back to your place, or your hideout. He stepped closer, you could feel his hot breath against your ear. You could smell the pine on him, made you wonder what he did for work

“Well, I have a hotel room.” He whispered before pulling back. Now you were breathless, he was just standing there like he asked to go get ice cream. You were pissed, how could be be so calm? Yet he looks so perfect in the light show.

“Well, lead the way” You said, walking away. You looked back expecting him to follow, and you could almost see his face turn red. Once you two were walking you almost forgot why you were walking with him. Hell how were you even walking, now lightly flirting with such an attractive man. If the circumstances were different, oh you wish they were different. The way this night was going he could be your boyfriend, you sighed. Then it hit you, cameras, from when he said earlier, now leading you to his hotel. No this wasn’t flirting, he knew. And even if he couldn’t kill you somehow, your face would be on camera.

“Are you okay?” He asked, you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He grabbed your hand and smiled, and you wanted to die. How could you kill him, shit how could you kill him. He was so much bigger than you, talk, muscular, handsome, long beautiful hair, hell his hands were soft too.

“Oh yes I’m fine just lost in thought, it’s just so cold out tonight, being the first snow of the year and all” You respond. He smiles and leans into you, he got so close if you moved slightly you would kiss him.

“You’ll be warm tonight I promise.” He whispers. If he wanted to play this game, you’d play it too. When he tries to back up, you grabbed his jacket and you pulled him back in.

“I don’t think warm is the word for tonight, maybe hot.” You whisper, you didn’t expect a reaction, that was the worst line, but you see his cheeks turn red. He smirks and grabs your hand tighter.

“Let’s hurry so you can show me what you mean by that.” He says. First you guys walk a little faster , then job, then sprint. You guys raced each other to his hotel, luckily he’s in front so he can lead the way. You guys end up laughing as you two move through people. First the lobby, then the elevator, finally you two are trying to catch your breath outside of his room. He looks in his wallet for his key card. Once he found it he opened the door and he guided you in. He was so warm. He turned on the light and oh my god. This was the best hotel room you’ve seen in a long time.

“So-“ you start but he pushes you into the wall and kisses you. It catches you off guard, but soon you kiss him back. After a minute he pulls away and pins your hands above your head with one hand, then reaches to your pocket. You felt your heart sink as he pulls out your gun.

“So A/N, who sent you to kill me?” He asked, yet it felt lighthearted. Didn’t he realize you were here to kill him?

“I don’t know..” you mumble, his grip gets tighter. That sounded like a child getting caught, but looking at him, now after you guys have shared a moment together. You genuinely didn’t know.

“All you have to answer is who sent you. Then maybe I can forgive you for trying to kill me.” He says with a shrug, throwing your gun behind him.

“I don’t know, I just got the job from my boss.” You say through a hiss. You desperately started to look for an escape, you were sure he was going to kill you. Quickly, you lift up your legs and kick him in the chest. He stumbles back causing you to fall to the ground, you take out the small knife in your pocket. You lunge at him, taking in his features one more time. Once you’re on top of both struggle for a minute. You struggle against him, you also struggle with yourself. Did you really want to kill him? What was so dangerous about this man? After a moment he finally gets the small knife out of your hands, then rolls your around, now he was on top. He pinned your hands to the floor.

“You know, when I was told I had another assassin after me, I thought it was a joke. After I found that small tracker on my jacket, I had my friend so some investigating on you.” He said. You fight against him, trying to lift yourself up or buck him off of you. “You have so much potential to be great, but you use it for this? Not even your sibling knows what you do. It would be a shame if they knew they were the reason you went into a life of crime.” He adds. You’ve had enough of this Russian man.

You use your strength to snatch one of your arms out from his hand using his thumb to break free. You punch him in the face then roll over to where the gun lay on the floor. You reach for it, but he grabbed a small gun from the nightstand. You both take aim at each other this two seconds feel like hours, both of you have guns aimed at each others chest. You were breathing heavily, blood ran down his face. God you hoped he didn’t look down.

“What’s your real name?” He asked, still pointing his gun at your chest, yet his shoulders relaxed. You stay silent for a moment. “Please, I want to put a name to a pretty face.” He whispers, it almost comes across as begging

“Y/N.” You mumble.

“Y/N, let’s talk.” He said, lowing his gun, you keep yours aimed. “We found where your sibling was being kept, I know you’re doing this for them. Lower your weapon.”

“How can I trust you? You took me here you mislead me.” You whisper shouted, still not lowering the gun.

“I didn’t mislead you, put the gun down. That back there? That was real, please love let me up.” He asked, this time it was calm. You don’t know what came over you in that moment, it could have been the death of you. He could be lying to your face, this is the thing you were first taught and it’s never trust your victims. Still, you got off him, but you didn’t lower the gun. He stood up and placed down his gun.

“Shouldn’t you grab that, in case I shoot?” You ask, but he just shakes his head.

“You don’t want to, and I don’t want to shoot you.” He says sitting on the bed, tapping the area beside him inviting you to sit.

“What if-“

“If I wanted you dead, you would be dead.” He said this time his voice was lower, more rough. You couldn’t speak, all you could do was listen. You sit next to him.

“Y/N, they sent you to your death.” He said.

“What?”

“You’re not the first assassin they’ve sent, I’ve killed every one of them. You were sent to your death, from what my friend found, they wanted your sibling. Your boss is loyal to the deals he makes, so he worked with a company that wanted me dead, and they sent you, that way if I killed you he could get your sibling, but if I died then, well that would be a huge paycheck for your boss.” He explained, he used a very calming voice, he was very quiet. You could just sit there, they knew you were going to fail. You were the best of the best, right?

“Why didn’t you kill me?” You asked. He gently put his hand over yours.

“You were different. You didn’t try to kill me right away, when I read about you more, I knew this wasn’t what you wanted. It was either this or a sex worker, all to protect your sibling from the man who gave you two a home. The second reason is a little more selfish.” He says. You could only look at him, nothing came to mind, you didn’t know what to say. But you asked.

“What were the selfish reasons?” You asked

“Well, I thought you were the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. The way you carried yourself when you ran to me this morning, your soft hands, your smile, eyes, body. To me it was all perfect, I’ve never felt this about a man the same way I’ve felt about a woman. I want to hold you close to me and keep you safe. That’s the selfish reason.” He whispered. You were lost for words, he felt the same. You didn’t even realize you had cupped his cheek. He leaned into your hand.

“What do we do now?” You manage to ask.

“It will take a while, but we can rescue your sibling, that is if you let me live.” He whispered. “I want to recommend you for the group I work for. I can’t say much, but we save a lot of people. You have potential and you are strong. I just want you to be by my side.” He said, this was all too much at once. You sit back, then fall to the bed. He stands up

“This is happening all at once, can I think about it?” You ask, while you like how it sounds, nothing that simple. No one just lets people off the hook.

“I need to know when you leave this hotel.” He says. You lift your head up, about to argue with him when you notice something pressed against his pants. He sees you looking and tries to cover his pants with his jacket.

“So back there, that was real?” You ask, sitting up. His face turns red.

“I-it was.”

“Well if you want to pass the time. While I think. We can continue.” You offer, your heart is pounding. He smiles and takes off his shirt then starts to walk to you. The next second he’s over you and you’re laying on the bed

“Alright then if that’s what you want.” He smiles. You nod, god this is what you want. You take off your best and Sasha crashes his lips onto yours. As he deepened the Kidd and pulled off your shirt. You knew your answer, but this felt too good to stop.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Guys sorry this is kind of long I did my best tell me if I cooked or not.

[pulisicsgirl]

spaces between us - christian pulisic

summary: Y/N and Christian's relationships has been strained lately due to conflicting schedules and minimal effort to spend time with one another. Y/N's plan to talk to Christian about it goes awry and drives the couple further apart from each other.

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 5.3k

warnings/tags: angst and arguing (but it turns out okay in the end don't worry), Christian is a little bit of a dick, Y/N is a little bit overdramatic, but also sickening fluff, Christian is a lovesick twat, use of the phrase "whooping and hollering" (I'm sorry, I'm painfully American), hasty proofreading (because I’m posting this at 3 am and I have classes tomorrow morning), and like one suggestive comment

requested: yes!!!

notes: thank you so so much to @chelseagirl98 for sending this request in!! I had so much fun writing it, and I hope it lives up to your expectation! I tried a little something new with the text messages, so let me know what you think of that! Also, I think this is my first time writing a fight/make-up fic like this, so it might not be very good, but I welcome any constructive criticism! :)

As always, requests are still open! Send any ideas my way! 💙

You moved quickly around the kitchen, juggling bowls and ingredients as you did your best to prepare a homecooked meal to surprise Christian with when he got home from training. It wasn’t anything all that special, and you weren’t a five-star chef by any means, but you were trying your hardest—and that had to count for something, right?

For the last several weeks, you had sensed a distance forming between you and Christian. With his busy life as a footballer and your inconsistent work hours, it had been difficult to find time to see one another. On the rarer days that you were home together in the evening, you were both exhausted, quickly finding something to eat (often some takeout delivery that you ordered online) before setting things in order and going straight to bed. You couldn’t remember the last time you and Christian had just sat down to spend time together, sharing a conversation with any amount of substance.

After a particularly bitter morning where the two of you had moved around each other in the kitchen and bathroom without sharing a word or interacting almost at all, you had miraculously gotten out of work early. Deciding that enough was enough, you ran to the store to pick up some ingredients, resolving to cook a nice meal that you and Christian could sit down and eat together. You hoped it would give you a chance to catch up after the last few weeks of simply living in the same house but not truly being together.

It took you about an hour, but you completed the recipe successfully. As you turned off the burner on the stove and began dishing the food onto plates, you heard the jingle of Christian’s keys as he walked through the front door.

“Babe?” you called out. You listened for his footsteps as they rounded the corner into the kitchen. He was looking down as he came into your view, eyes locked on something on his phone screen. “Hey,” you addressed him uncertainly, wiping your forehead from the heat that had built up in the kitchen from the hour you had spent cooking. Your voice cause his head to snap up to look at you.

“Hey, babe,” he smiled, glancing back at his phone quickly before he turned it off and shoved it in his pocket. He walked around the kitchen island and pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “What’s all this?”

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed, hoping for a little more than a side-hug and a kiss on the head from your boyfriend after not seeing him all day. You tried to brush the feeling off.

“I made dinner!” you replied, a hopeful tone to your voice. You pulled from his side to grab his plate, handing it to him.

“Oh thank goodness,” he took a whiff of the food before walking to the other side of the kitchen island, sitting down in one of the tall chairs. He mumbled a quick, “thanks so much, babe,” before he began devouring the food swiftly.

Again, you tried to brush off the weird feeling that washed over you. You knew he must be hungry after a long day of training—they had even gone a bit late today. You tried to focus on the short expression of gratitude instead as you picked up your own plate, choosing to stand across from him, leaning on the countertop so you could face him while you ate.

The two of you remained there in silence, him scarfing down the food like it was his last meal while you just moved the food around the plate as you stared at it, still feeling uneasy.

You opened your mouth to ask about how training had gone that day, hoping to spark a conversation between the two of you, but movement from the other side of the counter caught you off-guard before you could speak. Having cleaned his plate already, Christian stood from his chair, stepping around it before he pushed it in. He moved to the sink, dropping the empty plate in. He walked behind you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

“It was really good, babe. Thank you.” He walked behind you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “I’m gonna head up to shower.” He stepped to walk out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

“Are you serious, Christian?” You felt the anger finally spilling over in your chest, the heat rising up your neck an into your face. You were beyond frustrated that all of the effort you had gone to had lasted in a five-minute shared silence before he rushed upstairs to shower and go to bed.

Christian turned back around to face you, eyes wide with confusion. You could see him obliviously wracking his brain for what he had done wrong.

“I’m sorry, I can wash my plate,” he spoke quickly as he took two steps back toward the sink before you stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“It’s not about the stupid plate, Christian.” You rolled your eyes at him, and he took a step back from you, surprised by the anger you were displaying. “I went to all this trouble to go get the ingredients and spent all this time to make a home-cooked meal, and all I get is five minutes and ‘it was good, thank you’?”

Christian’s eyes were still wide, taken aback by your reaction. “I’m sorry, it was a really long day. I’m just pretty tired.” The way he said the words made them seem like more of a question.

“You’re always ‘tired’, Christian!” You put air quotes around the word, feeling yourself get more and more worked up about the situation. You felt like now that you were finally voicing your frustrations, all of the emotions were starting to spill over. “You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks! We never see each other anymore, and I’m sick of living in the same house as my boyfriend, but never seeing him!” You began raising your voice without meaning to and you felt your eyes burning with tears. You mentally cursed yourself for crying so easily when you were angry.

“Y/N, I-“

Sensing another excuse coming on, you cut him off. “You didn’t even kiss me goodbye this morning!”

Interrupting Christian and not allowing him to explain himself was a sure way to irritate him, and it immediately put him on the defensive.

“Well, you didn’t kiss me before I left either!” He knew it was a weak defense, but in his frustration, it was the only thing he could come up with. “I’m not the only one in this relationship, Y/N! You could afford to put in a little effort once in a while, instead of just pointing fingers.”

Your mouth fell open in shock at his words, and Christian instantly wished he could take them back, not having meant them at all. “You are unbelievable, Christian. Unbelievable.” You scowled, pushing past him to walk out of the kitchen.

He grabbed your wrist to keep you from walking away, and you shook your head, pulling your arm from his grasp. “No, stop. Come talk to me when you’re ready to act like a half-decent boyfriend.”

You stormed down the hallway to your shared bedroom, slamming the door to the bathroom closed and locking it in case Christian tried to follow you and take back what he had said. Moments later, you heard the doorknob jiggle softly, confirming your prediction.

You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks as you glumly went through your nighttime routine, brushing your teeth, combing out your hair, and washing your face. You tried to ignore your red and swollen eyes from crying as you looked in the mirror.

Once you had finished, you unlocked the door and walked into the bedroom. You did your best to ignore Christian sitting silently on the side of the bed as you walked over to the closet and changed quickly into your pajamas from the night before, scoffing quietly as you realized that it just entailed one of his bigger T-shirts. Nonetheless, you slipped it over your head and flipped the closet light off, closing the door behind you as you exited.

Without a word, you walked to your side of the bed, pulling the sheets and comforter back, crawling in, and covering yourself up, facing away from Christian.

His heart had broken at the sight of your tear-streaked face before you had climbed into the bed. He knew that it was probably best to give you some space for now, so he stood to collect his things and go take his shower. You didn’t miss the soft sigh that left his lips before he stood.

You heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, then the rush of water as he turned the shower on.

You finally allowed yourself to let go, crying out all of the hurt that had built up over the last several weeks. You felt the pain physically in your heart, a hollow feeling in your chest—you were a part of a whole, missing your other half.

It didn’t take long for Christian to finish his shower, and you heard the water turn off. You tried to calm yourself before he left the bathroom, not wanting him to see you in such a weak state after your fight.

A few minutes later, you heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and Christian moving around the room. You did your best to silence your sniffles, but he still heard them, and he felt the painful cracks in his heart tearing open a little further.

You felt the mattress dip behind you as his weight settled into the bed. His arm appeared in front of your body for a moment and you felt him leaning over you to place a soft kiss on your temple.

“Goodnight,” he whispered softly. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you mumbled. As petty as you wanted to be, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep if you didn’t say it back to him.

His weight settled into the bed behind you, not daring to pull you into his arms. The light in the room disappeared with the click of the lamp turning off, and the two of you lay there in silence.

A thousand thoughts were running through both of your heads, but you remained on your side with your back turned to him. You wrapped your arms around your torso, attempting to hold yourself for some sort of comfort against the foreign feeling of falling asleep without being tucked into Christian’s side.

*****

Since it was the weekend, the sun was already peeking through the curtains when you awoke. By instinct, you rolled over, reaching toward the other side of the bed, but your hand only landed on the cold, empty sheets. You snapped your eyes open, finding no sign of Christian’s presence, and the memories of your argument from the night before flooded your mind.

You let out a long, frustrated groan, pressing your face further into the pillow. The uneasy feeling that you always had when you and Christian fought settled in your chest, and you spend a few moments staring at the wall, allowing yourself to give in to the self-pity for a moment before getting up to face the difficult situation.

A buzzing sound coming from your bedside table pulled you from your thoughts, and you rolled back over, lazily grabbing your phone from where it was charging. As the screen lit up, you saw that you had a text from Mason.

You dropped your head back on the pillow for a moment with a sigh. Fighting like this wasn’t doing either of you any good—you both knew it, but this was the main problem you two seemed to face. You didn’t fight often, but when you did, you both struggled to get over your own pride and make it up to each other.

You sent the message and threw the sheets off of your legs, deciding to make yourself a cup of coffee and try to wake up. The tiles of the kitchen floor were cold on your bare feet as you walked across them.

You placed your mug under the coffee maker and started it, leaning against the counter. The cold marble touched your back through the thin material of your—well, Christian’s—shirt and the feeling sent a shiver through your body. You tucked your arms around your stomach, trying to find some sense of warmth and comfort in the otherwise bitter morning.

As your thoughts wandered, you found yourself missing the mornings that you and Christian had previously shared in this very kitchen. Lately, you had barely interacted as you moved around each other, making your coffee and packing lunches, barely mumbling a few words to one another. But before all of that, when you had first moved in together, you couldn't get enough of each other in the mornings. You would always find yourself in his arms, standing between his legs as he leaned against the counter. His large hands would run up and down your sides, sometimes finding their way under his shirt that you wore to stroke the bare skin of your back gently. You would nuzzle your face into his neck, inhaling his scent while he pressed a kiss into your hair. The only audible noise was the coffee maker and the steady drip of coffee into the mug as the two of you waited for it to finish brewing. It was the perfect start to every day, and frequently you found yourself getting out of bed earlier than you needed to just so you would have more time to waste, wrapped in Christian’s arms. Even on your days off, when he would still have training, you would get up with him so you could share those brief moments together before he left for the day and you crawled back into bed.

You snapped back to reality, shaking your head to rid it of the daydream you had nearly gotten lost in. The lights seemed to be more dull now that you were left standing in the kitchen on your own, no lover to hold you close and share his warmth.

You rubbed your hands over your arms, attempting to rid them of the goosebumps that has risen up. Your phone lit up with another notification.

 Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion for a moment. It was then that you remembered—Chelsea had a game today. You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face in frustration with yourself—the game had completely slipped your mind.

Clearly, you weren’t completely innocent in the fact that you and Christian hadn’t been spending time together recently.

You grabbed the finished cup of coffee, pouring a bit of creamer in it before you hurried back up to your bedroom to get changed.

You turned the phone’s screen off, tossing it onto your bathroom counter before turning on your shower and stepping in. You tried to move as quickly as possible, hoping to make it to the stadium and set things right before the game began. You knew that Christian didn’t play as well when he was upset, and the last thing you wanted was to be the reason Chelsea’s golden American had a poor performance.

Plus, you selfishly just wanted to be rid of the empty feeling that came with any separation between you and Christian.

When you stepped out of the shower and onto the soft mat, having completely rinsed off, the room was stuffy and the steam had fogged up the mirror. When you checked your phone again, Mason had texted you several minutes before, right after you had jumped in the shower.

You finished getting ready in record time, running out of the front door with your hair still slightly damp, and you prayed that no one noticed how hastily your makeup had been done. You tapped your fingers nervously on the steering wheel as you drove toward Stamford Bridge, the minutes creeping closer and closer to the time for kickoff as you sat in the London traffic.

When you finally arrived, you rushed to the private entrance, sending Mason a short text as you walked to let him know that you had arrived. The face that greeted you was not Mason’s, but one of the security staff that you recognized from your many trips to the Bridge over the last couple of years. He greeted you with a warm smile, explaining that Mason had sent him to fetch you since they were already beginning to leave the changing room and line up for the tunnel walk when he had gotten your text.

The security guard led you through the winding halls of the stadium and up to the box where the family and friends of the team would sit together. You found your way into an empty seat next to Sophia, Kai’s girlfriend, and she greeted you with a warm welcome and a quick embrace.

When you turned your eyes to the pitch, your heart sank as you realized the players were already standing on the field, in position and awaiting the starting whistle. You realized you would have no chance to try to wave to Christian to get his attention before the game started. Unless Mason had told him, he likely didn’t have a clue you were even in the stadium.

You were, however, thankful to see that Christian had still made the starting lineup, despite his run-in with Potter earlier in the morning. But as the whistle sounded out and the boys began moving around the pitch, it quickly became clear that he wasn’t playing up to his usual standard. He seemed to be two steps behind on every play, making sloppy touches that would give possession to the defender. He was in his own head, and it was affecting every move he made on the field.

Sophia and you didn’t talk much through the first half. She knew how intensely you typically watched the matches, but she noticed how quiet you were compared to the lively and rambunctious cheering you usually brought on game day.

When the whistle blew to signal the end of the half, Chelsea was trailing, 1-0. With Christian on the front line unable to focus enough to make a proper play, the entire offense struggled to create opportunities, and the whole team seemed to be lagging.

You watched as Christian walked sullenly toward the tunnel, head hung low. You knew he was frustrated with himself for his performance so far in the game, and you resented the part you had to play in that.

Sophia, noticing the solemn way you looked at your boyfriend, knew that something was off. She draped her arm over the back of your seat, asking you about your somber mood as soon as your attention had shifted away from Christian since he had disappeared down the tunnel. You sighed and began recounting the former night’s event to her in a quiet voice, hoping none of the other family members in the box were listening in. You told her about how Christian had come home, barely eating the dinner you had prepared before trying to leave the kitchen. You told her about the foolish words you had both let fly out of frustration, stupid accusations that neither of you meant. You told her how you were afraid that you and Christian had lost your “spark,” that feeling of never wanting to let the other go that every couple felt when they first got together. You told her that you were afraid that you didn’t know how to get it back.

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until a teardrop splashed on your hand. You used your fingers to wipe carefully under your eyes, trying not to smear the makeup you had hastily put on only a couple of hours before.

Sophia opened her mouth to address your concerns when something caught her eye over your shoulder. You turned to see that the boys were walking out of the tunnel, and you waited impatiently to try to catch a glimpse of Christian.

When he finally emerged, Mason’s arm was slung over his shoulders, holding him close as Mason seemed to be trying to give him words of encouragement. His head was still hung low. Mason squeezed his arm around Christian, turning him to face the stands once they were standing on the pitch, and pointed in your direction. A frown creased his eyebrows as his eyes followed where Mason’s finger was pointing.

When his eyes landed on you, his face softened immediately, the frown vanishing from his expression. His eyes grew big, his arms falling to his sides as he took you in, wearing the blue jersey that he knew bore his name across the shoulders. Mason ruffled his hair with a grin, walking away to let him have his moment, but Christian didn’t pay him any mind, only focused on you.

You raised your hand, giving Christian a shy wave. The faintest of smiles curled his lips, tainted with a hint of sadness. He brought his fingers to his lips, blowing you a short kiss before he moved further onto the pitch. He walked backward for a few steps, still looking at you before he turned and jogged to his starting position for the second half.

Sophia drew the arm that had been draped over the back of your chair back to her side, nudging you gently. She had a grin on her face when you looked over. “Yeah, that spark is still there. Don’t worry,” she reassured. You covered your face with your hand, trying to hide the blush that you knew was covering your cheeks. “You’ve just hit a rough patch. It happens to every couple, especially after you’ve been living together for a while.”

“Really?” you asked hopefully.

“Really,” she smiled. “It happened with Kai and I, too. A few months after he transferred to Chelsea and we moved to London, there was about a month where we barely ever saw each other. It took a screaming match and then us both crying on the floor of the kitchen with a bottle of wine for us to get past it.” The two of you laughed at the story, and you wiped another tear from your face. “But we were stronger after we got through it. And you and Christian will be too, I know it.”

She took your hand in hers and squeezed in an effort to comfort you. “Just remember to be intentional about spending time together. Life will get crazy from time to time, but if you keep pursuing each other, you’ll be okay.”

“Thank you, Sophia,” you smiled genuinely at her. “You really give the best advice.”

“Don’t mention it.” She pulled you into a side hug, over the arm of the stadium seats. As you pulled away from each other, the sound of the whistle rang through the air, and the second half was under way. You took in a big breath, letting it out slowly and praying silently that this 45’ would go better than the first had.

In a matter of minutes, it was clear that Christian was a completely different player than he had been in the first half. He was positioning himself well to make runs, taking much more controlled and calculated touches, and beating his opponents to the ball. Chelsea had made several great plays, pressing up the field and creating several breaks that resulted in near-goals. The whole stadium seemed to be holding its breath, hoping that it was only a matter of time before one of the presses ended with the ball in the net.

It finally happened in the 54th minute. With renewed fervor, the back line moved the ball around the defensive half before Thiago played the ball up the field toward the left wing. Christian broke through the opposing defense, carrying the ball up the line with players right on his heels. With quick feet, he came up to the side of the penalty box, crossing the ball toward the center.

A hush fell over the crowd as the ball floated through the air, toward a mess of players from both teams in the box. You and Sophia leaped to your feet, along with the rest of the audience, watching as the ball landed at Kai’s feet. With a quick touch to settle it, he shot the ball through the maze of defenders into the top corner of the goal. The keeper’s fingers just missed the ball, and the entire stadium erupted in a roar of cheering as the net shook with the ball’s impact.

Kai ran towards the sideline, embracing Christian in celebration, much the same way that you and Sophia clung to one another, jumping up and down as you yelled and cheered.

As the game resumed, Chelsea seemed to have hit their second wind, the game-tying goal driving them in their desire to get another. Several chances were created in the following minutes, the crowd letting out groans at the barely-missed shots that held the potential to propel Chelsea into the lead.

You were starting to get nervous as the game approached it’s last 10 minutes, not wanting the game to end in a draw after Chelsea’s incredible turn-around. You anxiously bit at the skin around your fingernails as you watched.

In the 86th minute, as fans from both sides were beginning to get restless, Reece played a quick ball through the line, Christian sprinting to catch up with it as he broke through the defense and drove quickly down the field. It was a one-on-one between him and the keeper now. He approached the penalty box swiftly as the keeper came out to meet him, trying to force a mistake. But Christian kept his head about him, taking a calculated touch to curve the ball around to the right of the keeper as he dropped to the ground in an attempt to block the shot.

The ball bounced off of the goalpost and across the line. Once again, the fans erupted in a chorus of applause and shouting. Christian sprinted back up the field, coming to stand at the sideline in front of where he knew you were sitting. The rest of the Chelsea boys ran up behind him, embracing him or ruffling his hair in congratulations. Ignoring all of the chaos around him as his teammates whooped and hollered, Christian locked eyes with you, tapping his hand over his heart.

You raised your fist to your lips, pinky pointed up as you kissed your hand. Christian mimicked your action. It was a silly thing the two of you did that had started back when you were still only friends and continued throughout your relationship. You would link your fingers together in a pinky promise, kissing your hands, as a reminder of the promise you made to always be there for each other.

The boys pulled Christian away from the sideline, still thumping him on the back as they yelled in celebration.

The last minutes of the game passed quickly, and Chelsea fans voiced their approval as the final whistle blew, signaling the game’s end in a 2-1 victory for the Blues. The players and staff for both teams made their way onto the pitch, shaking hands cordially, offering words of congratulations to one another, and embracing their own players. You and Sophia moved down toward the barrier that separated the seats from the field, waiting where the boys would usually come to greet their loved ones.

It didn’t take long for Kai to come running over, leaning up to bring Sophia into a sweet kiss. They smiled at each other, sharing quiet words as she congratulated him on his goal. You saw nothing but adoration in their eyes as they looked at one another, and the sight warmed your heart.

Kai looked over to you after a few moments. “Your lover boy will be over here any minute,” he laughed. “As soon as he can get all the guys to stop hounding him for his game-winning goal.” You giggled at his words, eyes still searching through the mass of people for him.

Christian finally emerged, pushing through the crowd in your direction. As soon as he set his eyes on you, he ran the last few yards, arms outstretched to pull you into an embrace. Not caring about the layer of sweat that covered his body, you leaned over the short barrier, wrapping your arms around his neck as your bodies finally met.

Unsatisfied with the space left between you, Christian carefully pulled you over the barrier separating the two of you. You squealed in surprise before he set you on the ground in front of him, still holding your body firmly, refusing to let go of you for fear that you could slip away.

His face was buried in your neck and you brushed your fingers over his damp skin to soothe him. His arms still kept a firm hold on your waist when he pulled back to look at you. His eyes were moist with tears when as he gazed down at you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I was being stupid, and I never should have—”

“Shhh,” you cut him off, cupping his jaw with your hand. You ran your thumb over his cheekbone as his eyes darted around your face, searching for any reassurance that the two of you were okay after the fight. “I know, Christian. It’s okay.” You saw the relief washing over Christian’s body as he pulled you into a gentle kiss, pressing his lips firmly to yours as he tried to communicate all of the things he was feeling.

“We can talk about everything when we get home, okay?” you asked softly, and he nodded, smiling down at you. “Right now, I just want to tell you how proud I am of you.”

The pink blush immediately painted his cheeks as he grinned sheepishly and hid his face in your shoulder. You giggled at his actions, knowing that he never took compliments well, yet you refused to stop telling him how highly you thought of him. You held the back of his head and felt him place a couple kisses to your shoulder before he stood up to look at your face again.

“I’m sorry I got you all sweaty,” he pulled the long-sleeved compression shirt over his hand, using it to wipe your neck off as you both laughed together.

“It’s fine,” you smiled at him. “You’ll just have to help me wash it off in the shower later.”

He raised his eyebrows, surprised by your suggestive comment as a grin spread across his face.

The two of you waved to Kai and Sophia as Christian took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as you walked away from them.

He brought your intertwined hands up to his face, kissing the back of yours as you made your way toward the tunnel so you could leave the stadium.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

hey hey, so trying my luck with the october request.

Since it's spooky time: halloween pumpkin carving date with they/them reader and Miroslava? I miss her. Maybe something like reader feeling jealous bc Miro spends so much time with Itsuki, not knowing that she just helps Miro planning a date she wants to ask the reader out to.

If I get in and you decide to write it: thank you so much!! <3

Carving Out Time

Miroslava Honebami x They/Them Reader

A/N: I just wanna say to the person who asked for that part two to Scholarships that I am sooo sorry it’s taking so long. I just can’t remember what happened in the manga enough to write out something without re-reading that part, but to find the energy to do it is not working out. And now sorry to this person, because now that I’m re-reading the prompt, I’m thinking this might’ve supposed to have been a first date situation and I messed up. Hope you still find it somewhat enjoyable? Sorry if the spacing is as weird to y’all as it looks to me, I’m posting this while in the car on a different device. Word Count: 1,384

“Good morning, Miro!” (Y/n) darted around the corner they had just seen their partner turn mere moments ago, somehow expecting to sneak up on her for a hug from behind, but of course, Miroslava was already staring over her shoulder, golden eyes boring right into (Y/n)’s the second they came into view.

“Good morning, (Y/n).” She replied a small, but genuine smile. “Did you sleep well last night?” She lightly ran a gloved finger over their cheek, “You look tired.”

“I’m just excited that it’s finally Friday.” They yawn. “You know how much I enjoy fall, and the leaves are just right so I’m really hype about spending time with you tonight!”

Miroslava winces almost imperceivably, but having a partner who regularly gambles and is getting better at reading her micro-expressions by the day, (Y/n) mood dampened.

“No way, you have plans? Again?”

Miroslava had been flaking on (Y/n) all week. Worse yet, it was always with Sumeragi Itsuki for some reason. Itsuki was fine, (Y/n) had no real problem with her, but to be put on the back burner for their partner to go off with her doing god knows what time after time made them feel more than a little jealous.

“Yes, (Y/n), I apologize, but I promise Saturday is all yours.”

“Can you at least tell me what you’re doing? Why can’t I come? I promise I’ll stay in the car this time if this has to do with the family “cleaning” business.”

Before Miroslava could confirm that it was not Bami related, Itsuki popped up looking all excited.

“Honebami-san, I got the—“ she noticed (Y/n) standing there and quickly switched gears, something (Y/n) caught and it made them uneasy. “(Y/n), hey! How are things?”

“Fine…” However, the tone (Y/n) was using was indicating that things were indeed not ‘fine’. Not when their partner was once again leaving them high and dry to hang out with the same person she had been hanging out with all week.

Both girls were quite aware of this and had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“So you’re hanging out with Sumeragi again today and I’m not allowed to hang around for a reason you keep neglecting to share with me?”

“I know it looks weird, but it’s nothing bad, I swear!” Itsuki promised.

“Yeah, I believed that excuse the first four times, but now I’m not so sure.”

Miroslava approached (Y/n), placing her hands on either side of (Y/n)’s face, staring deep into their eyes, “It will all become clear tomorrow. I’ll have a car drop by to pick you up. Can you hang on one more day, please, for me?”

(Y/n) tried to hold firm on their position on the matter, but the pure honesty Miroslava’s eyes held made it exceedingly difficult. Finally, they sighed,

“Alright, one more day.”

“Thank you.” Miroslava stroked their cheeks with her thumbs.

“It’s all going to be worth it, you’ll see!” Itsuki chimed in.

(Y/n) managed a small smile, but they still eyed the pair warily. Just what were they doing together that they weren’t allowed to be a part of, nor know about? They went through the rest of the day feeling uneasy, heart clenching jealously every time they would catch a glimpse of Itsuki and Miro throughout the day.

They couldn’t even enjoy the sweet goodbye Miroslava gave them after school that day because watching them leave school together in the same car while (Y/n) was left behind only made the uneasiness and jealousy grow.

They didn’t want to believe something was going on between Itsuki and Miroslava, because their Miro couldn’t possibly do something so distasteful, so heartbreaking, but the more time that passed by, the more the negative little voice in the back of their brain grew. They had another hard time sleeping that night, but not because they were excited about tomorrow, they were anxious for it.

***

They startled out of a stressful dream when their phone started to ring and they cursed when they took note of the time. They were supposed to be out the door almost half an hour ago and now Miro was calling them.

“Hi, sorry, sorry, I over slept. I’m getting out of bed right now.” They said a bit frantically, almost tripping in a tangle of covers.

“Take your time, darling. No need to worry, the driver won’t leave without you. As long as he doesn’t want to find himself at the bottom of the ocean, anyway. So just take your time, wear something comfy that fits the weather and I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, sure, yeah, see you soon.” It was clear (Y/n) was still a bit frazzled as they began digging through their closet for something nice to wear.

“(Y/n), I love you, take your time. I mean it. It’s only fair after I asked you to be so patient this week.”

(Y/n) finally slowed their movements, heart melting at how confident Miroslava sounded when she said she loved them.

“I love you too, I’ll be there soon.”

“I’m looking forward to it. See you soon.”

“See you.”

They hung up and less frantically, but no less quickly, got ready to leave the house. They apologized to the driver for their tardiness and sat on the edge of their seat the entire drive to Miroslava’s house.

When the car slowed to a stop in front of the the lavish home, Miroslava was waiting outside in a cute cream colored sweater, sleek black leggings and cream ankle boots. She looked so pretty and comfy. (Y/n) couldn’t wait to hug her!

When they rolled up to the curb, Miroslava came up to (Y/n)’s door and opened it for them, extending her hand to help them out.

“Welcome, my love.” She kissed their cheek. “I’m glad you made it.”

They got a little dreamy look on their face and smiled, “Me too.”

“Come, there’s much to do.” Miroslava grabbed their hand and lead them through the house to the backyard.

“Wow…!” (Y/n) gasped, they marveled at the changes the backyard had underwent since they had last visited.

There were many cute decorations, but the highlight was probably the lattices decorated with orange, black and white fairy lights. There was a projector screen set up along the fence in front of the outdoor furniture, currently playing a Halloween baking show, but (Y/n) could also see an array of movies sitting nearby. The outdoor kitchenette smelled like cinnamon and sugar. On top of the granite countertop were a few pumpkins of varying size accompanied by an assortment of tools and snacks.

“What do you think? It’s not too much, is it? Itsuki assured me it was perfect, but you know I’m somewhat new to all of this…” Miroslava gestured to the set-up, a faint blush dusting her pale skin.

(Y/n) hugged her tightly. “It is perfect, this is really sweet, thank you so much. I’m sorry for giving you a hard time this week. If I had known…”

“I don’t mind, I can understand why you weren’t happy, I wasn’t happy with having to spend time away from you either. Perhaps next time I should at least tell you it’s a surprise for you instead of being completely tight-lipped.”

(Y/n) squeezed her a bit tighter, “I love you.”

Miroslava melted into the hug, holding them gently, “I love you too. Now, how about we carve some pumpkins?”

“Absolutely!”

They stood next to each other talking and carving the pumpkins while the projector flickered and whirred. When the pumpkins were all lined up and lit, they washed their hands and took a big bowl of snacks to the couch in front of the projector and cuddled beneath the soft and fuzzy throw blankets, stealing a few kisses here and there. Occasionally they’d look back at the row of glowing jack-o-lanterns and chuckle at the more misshapen ones. (Y/n) would have to make sure to thank Itsuki as well for this later.

Laying on the couch in a tangle of limbs and blankets while the leaves rustled overhead and the scents of autumn and candied apple slices wafted over them, (Y/n) began planning their own special date. The fall season wasn’t over yet after all, and the apple slice Miroslava just bit into gave them the perfect idea.

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

Right so-

I’ve actually gotten extremely busy here lately, and there is no end in sight. Which means writing has gone on the back burner for me. I’m so sorry to make y’all wait, and it’s probably going to take more time than I thought because I also have just have no inspo for some of the requests and things I’ve gotten recently.

I honestly do feel quite terrible as I just started writing again, so I do apologize my loves, and hopefully I can start writing again soon.

lots of spells,

mooni

🩷

[heavyhitterheaux]

For the Night Part 2

AN: the angst train is now leaving the station 🤭

Synopsis: You and Jack finally talk and make a decision about your pregnancy that's best for the both of you. Or is it?

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: the baddie @mortirolo 😘💕

Appearance by: my bby @nattinatalia 💖💖

Read Part 1 first

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It had been a total of two weeks and you still hadn't heard anything back from Jack.

Fourteen days.

Before you dropped the news of you being pregnant, the two of you would talk every single day.

He would always check up on you and see how your classes were going and made sure that you didn’t need anything. If you did, he would give it to you without a second thought not expecting anything in return.

That’s just how he was.

You told him about your dreams of owning your own business one day while he told you that he wanted to win a grammy and be remembered for his music long after he was gone.

You just couldn’t wrap your head around that the person that you would constantly go to just stopped communication altogether.

He would like your pictures on your instagram using his burner account so that he wouldn’t draw attention to you, but couldn’t answer his phone?

As of lately, he would read your text messages and just leave it at that and he for damn sure wasn't picking up your calls.

It was safe to say that you had been crying every day since you found out about the little life growing inside of you and it was safe to say that Jess wanted to literally kill him for how he had been acting towards you.

You were completely on edge and you had it in your mind that you would probably be raising this child by yourself.

Jess however wasn't accepting that as an option and made sure to let you know that she would be by your side the entire time. 

"When he finally does call you, hand me the phone so I can cuss his ass out. Because he got everyone up in here fucked up including that baby."

"JESSICA!"

"Don't you dare Jessica me! You tell him you're pregnant and he basically goes and says well this isn't my problem and proceeds to hang up on you! Like, he knows better and I thought you had better taste in men who are actually mature and take care of their shit." 

"He was surprised and I was too. Jess, he literally gives me anything that I ask for. And he has always been there for me when I needed him."

"Y/N stop making excuses for him. If he was mature enough to get his dick wet then he needs to be mature enough and do the right thing and take care of his child."

Just then your phone rang and you looked down surprised to see that it was him calling you.”

"Oh shit. It's him." You suddenly became nervous and had a million butterflies in your stomach. 

"Well answer it!" Jess exclaimed while looking at you.

You took a deep breath before hitting accept and heard his deep voice come through your phone.

"Hello?" You softly said before you heard Jack sigh.

"Stink, I know that you’re probably mad at me and I don’t blame you. I'm sorry about how I reacted. I just….. I was caught off guard and I owe you an apology. You know that's not like me at all."

"It isn't and ignoring me when I text you shouldn't be how you reacted either. Fourteen damn days? You can like my pics on instagram, but not call me back?"

"I know. But I just didn't know what to say. It was a lot to take in and I didn’t want to end up saying something that I would later regret."

"Didn't know what to say? I needed you and you left me high and dry. I would never do you like that. Newsflash, but that isn’t exactly how friendship works in case you didn’t know."

Jess simply gave a thumbs up to you while listening to the conversation.

All she wanted you to do was stick up for yourself. 

"I know Y/N and I want to make it right. So whatever you decide I'm on board with it. You know how much you mean to me."

“I decided that I want to keep the baby and if I mean so much to you, you need to prove it.”

You heard Jack clear his throat before responding back to you.

“That’s fine. Just, let me know anything and everything that you need. I promise I’ll make sure that both of you want for nothing. When is your next doctor’s appointment?”

“I appreciate that. It’s in about four weeks time.”

“Okay, just let me know and I’ll be there.”

Without another word, you had hung up your phone and looked over at Jess who had a look of confusion on her face.

“What?” You asked while eyeing her.

“He took that a little too well. Something doesn’t seem right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N…. just……  I have a feeling that he’s not going to keep his word. I mean he’s Jack Harlow. He has girls throwing themselves at him on a daily basis.”

“But, I know him, Jess.”

“But, do you? Or do you know the version of him that he wants for you to see?”

“Jess, this man gives me everything that I could ask for.”

“I guess so because you fuck him into oblivion, but that has nothing to do with you knowing him.”

“I’ve seen his vulnerable side and he’s shared things with me that he hasn’t told anyone else.”

“That’s what he wants you to think. He’s probably told that to all of his side pieces.”

“Jess, come on. Why can’t you be happy for me that he wants to do his best to be a part of his child’s life.”

“I am happy for you babe, however, I just have a bad feeling and the last thing that I ever want to happen is you getting hurt because of his fucking foolishness. And who is going to be left to pick up the pieces? Me.”

“I get it and I’m thankful for you. But, it’ll all be fine. I know that he’ll take care of us.”

It in fact was not fine.

Jack did come to your second appointment as promised, however, he started to distance himself from you a little while after and you couldn’t put your finger on as to why since he said that he would support you through this. .

It all boiled down to when you handed him the sonogram picture from the first appointment when you had originally found out that you were in fact pregnant.

He had gone to see you after he got over the initial shock of you being pregnant and handed it to him. 

“Look, Jack! I wanted to give this to you. Can you believe that we made this?”

He tried to match your level of excitement since it looked like you had come to terms with it and was excited to take on this new journey, but Jack was scared shitless. 

All he did was place it in the bottom drawer of his dresser underneath his clothes so that there wasn’t a possibility of anyone finding it. 

He didn’t even want to look at it. 

Jack didn’t know what to do about this situation.

He saw your growing belly, but was still in disbelief. 

He was nowhere near ready to be someone’s father, but the last thing he ever wanted to do was tell you what to do with your body, or let you down. 

He admits when you told him that you were pregnant and that you were keeping it, all the color drained from his face and his heart dropped.

He had just finally gotten to a place in his career where he was getting opportunities left and right and was always on the go.

How would a baby fit into that?

And now, how in the world would he be able to date anyone?

Truth be told, he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend and then suddenly a bomb was dropped on him.

He didn’t want to ask you now seeing as how it would probably look to you. 

Yeah, that is definitely not about to go over well.

But he had to make the best of this.

The two of you were really good friends and he always promised to be there for you whenever you needed him and there was no possible way that he would be able to back out now.

You were counting on him

And so was the baby that you were carrying

Like it or not, he had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

“And to think all I wanted to do was get my dick wet. FUCK!”

He tried to put on a brave face around his best friend, because he couldn’t have anyone else knowing about this.

The main thing that he wanted to do was to respect your privacy since he knew that you suffered from panic attacks and anxiety.

The last thing he wanted to do was to be the cause of an attack. 

He trusted Urban with his life, but knew that it would be better to keep it a secret for the time being.

The first thing he had to do was deal with his emotions first, and he was currently doing a shitty job of that.

The only thing he could do was take it one day at a time.

—-

From that point forward, he would then show up to appointments late or not at all.

Claiming that he was tied up and couldn’t get away.

That was always his excuse even though you knew for a fact that he was in Atlanta around the corner from where you were.

You were now calling him on facetime since he was now ten minutes late picking you up for your latest appointment where you would find out if the baby was a boy or a girl..

All the phone did was ring and the waterworks started all over again.

You- Smush, you’re ten minutes late

You- Jack, I’m seriously going to be late if you don’t come and get me right now

You- You fucking promised me that you would stop doing this shit. You know how important it is for me to have you there.

You- Babe, seriously? I CAN SEE THAT YOU’RE READING MY MESSAGES!

You- Fuck it, I’ll just get Jess to take me. Again. 

From Jack’s actions, this would lead to more and more arguments between the two of you when he did finally come and check on you. 

You were frustrated because Jack had gone back on his word one time too many and he needed to put an end to it and soon. 

“You said that you would be there and you weren’t! However, I see you and Druski posted up doing God knows what somewhere! All of this is going on and you’re in Atlanta. It’s not like you’re on tour or overseas or some shit. You are right fucking here and not giving me the time of day. I’M CARRYING YOUR FUCKING CHILD JACKMAN! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO PUT US FIRST!?”

“I NEVER ASKED FOR ANY OF THIS SHIT! NOW I’M TIED DOWN TO YOUR ASS BASICALLY FOR FUCKING EVER.”

“OH AND I DID?!? SO I LAID DOWN ON TOP OF MYSELF AND GOT PREGNANT? IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED? AND YOU ACT LIKE THAT’S THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD! WASN’T SAYING THAT WHEN YOU GOT YOUR DICK WET!”

“YOU ARE SO FUCKING DRAMATIC!”

“SERIOUSLY?! I WONDER WHY! BECAUSE MY CHILD’S FATHER IS ACTING AS IF I DON’T EXIST.”

“I GET YOU EVERY GOT DAMN THING THAT YOU FUCKING ASK ME FOR!”

“THOSE ARE MATERIAL THINGS, JACK! I NEED YOU HERE, WITH ME!”

“I HAVE A WHOLE CAREER THAT I’M DAMN SURE NOT PUTTING ON HOLD FOR YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE.”

Your breath then hitched in your throat and you could feel that the tears would be coming in a matter of seconds down your face.

“I would never ask you to do that. However, you promised me that you would be here for me and you’re doing a shitty ass job of keeping that promise. I asked you to help me put the crib together weeks ago and you kept saying that you would get around to it when it was actually Jess who helped me do it. You are so full of empty promises that it’s literally insane.”

“I’m not going to be around you dealing with your fucking mood swings. I don’t want to be around that shit.”

“It’s the hormones, Jackman. But I guess you wouldn’t know any of that simply because you barely check up on me. Question, how far along am I?”

Jack was about to answer and then began to hesitate.

“Exactly. You can’t even answer me because you don’t even fucking know. I want my friend back who claimed that he would always be there for me. Because this person standing in front of me, I don’t recognize him. I can’t do this by myself and you promised me that you would always be there for me. And another question for you, is it a boy or a girl?”

“I…”

“If you would have taken me to my last appointment like you promised then you would know.”

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[bangtanmix73]

If your still taking requests. How about Jared Cameron and reader(male or fem). The scenario is thus: Jared comes back from patrol really sweaty. Reader takes a bubble bath with him and things get spicyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. As in smut. On another note I love your writing 🥰 keep up the good work 👍

Fantasies - Jared Cameron x fem!reader smut

A/n: Thank you much! This is my first time writing smut so I hope it’s ok. I chose fem reader because I'm not very confident in writing for male, sorry.

Warnings: Pure smut, swearing, bath sex, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up, dearests), choking (safely), riding, praise, degradation, multiple orgasms, let me know if I missed anything

You were sitting in the bathtub with Jared, your back against his chest, he muttered on and on about patrol, but you weren’t listening. You were too busy daydreaming.

Your head had been in the clouds all day, thinking how good he makes you feel. Whether he’s fucking you sweet and slow, looking into your eyes, telling how pretty you are and how much he loves you. Or when he’s fucking you fast and rough from behind, calling you his ‘dirty little girl’.

But when he walked in? With his skin glistening with sweat from patrol? Fuck, was it hot.

Your memories from previous nights were put on the back burner. Now, you had only one thing on your mind: riding him. Being in the bathtub added to that fantasy. Riding him in the bathtub, hearing his sweet moans while you….

“Why don’t you tell me about your day?” Jared interrupted your thoughts. You shifted a bit, trying to compose yourself enough to speak without giving away what you had been thinking.

“I, uh, read a book,” you started.

“Uh huh, go on,” Jared’s hands moved from your waist to your stomach.

“And I did laundry, watched a little tv.” You watched as he hands slid down to your thighs.

“What were you doing just before I walked in?” Jared inquired, slowly inching his hand closer to your core.

Your breath hitched, “Watching tv”.

“Was that all?” He questioned.

“Yes,” you breathed out. His hand stopped at your inner thigh, making you whine.

“Don’t lie to me, Sweetheart. I could smell you when I walked in.” Your heart rate picked up, embarrassed you had been caught. “What were you thinking about?”

“U-us.” You stuttered out. “When you fuck me, I thought about how you make me feel good and I love it.” You wiggled a bit, hoping he’d move his hand again.

Jared hummed. “I could smell how wet you got when you came to greet me. When I was talking to you just a bit ago? I know you weren’t listening.” He leaned closer to your ear, “I can smell how wet you are, more than you were before I walked in.”

You swallowed hard.

He moved his hand again. He moved one of his fingers up and down your slit, teasing you.

“Jare,” you whine, bucking your hips a bit.

“Tell me what you were thinking about when I was talking to you.” Jared slipped a finger in, causing you to gasp.

“I was thinking about me riding you.” You confessed.

“Go on, baby girl,” he urged on, pushing another finger in, picking up his pace.

“You were-“ You cut yourself off with a moan when his other hand began to rub your clit.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder, moaning. He suddenly stopped.

You whimpered, “Jare?”

“I don’t remember telling you to stop.” You swallowed, quickly realizing your mistake.

“You were sweet, yet degrading.” You continued, releasing a moan once he began fingering and rubbing your clit again.

“I…baby,” your moaning interrupted you, “I wanna ride you”

“You do?” Jared asked.

“Yes please.” You whined.

“Cum for me first.” He demanded as he thrusted his fingers impossibly faster.

His movements in your core had made you a moaning mess, bucking your hips. Jared’s arm around your waist tightened, holding your hips in place.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

“Jare…Jared, I’m gonna…” you tried moaning out.

“Cum, baby, I got you.” With that, you released all over his fingers.

You twitched, relaxing in his arms as he pulled his fingers out.

“You’re so hot when you’re cumming all over my fingers” Jared praised. He sucked on his fingers, pulling them out with an audible pop.

“You okay?” He asked. He always checked on you during and after your intimate moments.

“Yeah,” you paused, looking up at him. “Can I ride you now, please?”

Jared chuckled. “Of course.”

He unwrapped his arm from you as you turned around, carefully as to not spill water everywhere, to straddle him.

Once you were settled, Jared reached his hand up to stroke your cheek. He looked at you with pure adoration before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

With your lips still connected, he reached down and began to stroke himself, lining him up to your entrance.

You slid yourself down on him, moaning into his mouth at the feeling of him.

Jared pulled away from you. “You feel so good around me, baby girl.” He moaned.

After you situated yourself, you began rocking against him, making your breathing pick up for the both of you.

Much to your dismay, you didn’t have the strength to continue on your own. You whine, disappointing yourself.

Jared was quick to notice your little problem. He gripped your hips, no doubt leaving bruises, and started thrusting up into you at a harsh, unforgiving pace.

“Just can’t do anything yourself, can you?” He taunted. “You wanted this so bad, but couldn’t ride me yourself.”

You whimpered at his words. They didn’t hurt you, you knew he didn’t mean them. They just made you wetter.

One of Jared’s hands reached up, grabbing your throat harshly, but not enough to hurt you, just the way you liked it.

“Such a whore, my whore.” Jared squeezed your throat for emphasis. He chuckled when you whined.

Jared’s hand left your neck, moving to your clit, rubbing in harsh, small circles. He leaned forward, lips attacking to your neck, littering hickeys across your skin.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten once again.

“Babe, I’m gonna cum,” you spoke in between moans.

“Cum for me, baby girl.” Jared mumbled against your neck.

He pushed your clit harder, making the coil snap. You let out one long moan as he fucked you through your high.

Coming down from your high, Jared lifted you off of him.

You looked at him, confused. “Baby, what are you-“

Before you could finish, he turned you around, bending your over the edge of the tub. You turned your head to look back at him. He was on his knees, lining himself up with your entrance once again.

He made eye contact with you. He had a smirk on his face before shoving himself inside you.

You moaned loudly, almost falling over from the force. His thrusts were mercilessly rough, but it felt so good.

Your arms were struggling to hold you up, weak from the previous orgasms and his harsh thrusts.

Jared noticed this, removing his hand from your hip. He grasped your neck from underneath you and pulled you up against his chest.

You turned your head enough to pull him into a kiss. The hand still holding your hip reached down to play with your clit.

You were already close again and from his sloppy thrusts, he was too. You whined into his mouth, your walls clenching around him hard, making his groan.

You were going to cum. You didn’t bother warning him, you knew he felt it. You came all over his hard cock, moaning into his mouth.

Feeling how hard you were clenching him, Jared spilt his seed deep inside you. He pulled his lips away from yours. Both of you sat there, basking in the afterglow.

He pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of him. He leaned you down, allowing you to rest against the edge of the tub while he planted kisses on your shoulder.

“Fuck, we made a mess.” You mumbled, looking at the bathroom floor. The once dry floor was now wet with water from the tub.

“We’ll clean it later. For right now, get to the bedroom.” You looked at him confused while he just smirked at you. “I’m not done with you, yet.”

[bus-stop-to-kpop]

Enhypen Reaction #1 - You’re their High School crush

Requested?: No

Word Count: between 300 and 400 each (Jake’s a little shorter, I’m sorry (┬┬﹏┬┬) )

Heeseung:

"Heeseung, Y/N, both your partners are sick today, right?" You and Heeseung nodded, neither his nor your lab partner had showed up today, "Then you'll work together for today." Both of you nodded, but deep down Heeseung knew this was a disaster.

He couldn't even talk to you without stumbling over his words, so how was he supposed to be your partner for the whole class. You sat down next to him with a smile, upon seeing that his head whipped into the other direction to hide his blush.

When your experiment began he immediately offered to work the burner, scared that you'd hurt yourself. You didn't argue with him and let him do his thing, while noting down the reaction that were going on with the chemicals he was holding. "Uhm, Heeseung, I think you're burning our probe, I don't think it's supposed to turn black." You pointed out. "O-Oh, Sorry." Heeseung stuttered out, pulling the burned probe away from the fire, feeling his cheeks burning out of embarrassment. He had been too busy observing you diligently working to pay attention to the probe.

Noticing the blush forming you questioned if he was alright, thinking he had been standing in front of the burner too long, or maybe the burning probe had released some chemical that he breathed in, but he promised he was alright, before running off to get a new probe from the teacher.

"...and then he burned the probe. He's usually good at chemistry, I didn't know he was this clumsy." You laughed lightly thinking back to the chemistry lesson this morning, reporting everything to your friend in the cafeteria during lunch. "I think that was your fault." "What? But I didn't even do anything. I was just writing down our research." You were confused by the accusation your friend made. How could it have been your fault? "Do you really not see it? Heeseung has like the fattest crush on you, Y/N."

"What? No way?" You shook your head before turning around to look at the table Heeseung was sitting at. He was already looking your way and once again as soon as you made eye contact Heeseung's head dipped down, a blush spreading all over his cheeks, as his friends were laughing at his antics. Could it really be true? The Lee Heeseung had a crush on you?

Jay:

Jay would be the quiet and observant kind of type when he has a crush. He looks unbothered on the outside, but the butterflies he's feeling whenever you enter the room are undeniable. The way your smile starts growing when listening to your friends ramble about whatever and your eyes shine brightly while talking excitedly about the cute little puppy you saw on the subway this morning, Jay was completely infatuated with you.

So when you came back from the break pouting, telling your friend how your favorite snack had been already sold out. Jay felt his heart clench, whoever took the last snack should be imprisoned, because it was a crime to make you sad. Jay makes sure he arrives in the classroom earlier than you the next day, putting a bag of your favorite snack on your still empty table. More people come in, greeting him, but Jay doesn't care about them, he only wants to see you.

Watching your face light up as you find the snack waiting for you at your table. Taking off the little post it note that read 'enjoy ;)', you looked around the class for a while, trying to figure out who of your classmates could have left it here. But eventually deciding you didn't know anyone's handwriting enough to tell.

It became like a routine for you, coming into the classroom to find a snack on your table, the little sticky notes would have cute messages or encouraging words on it. Jay loved the way you would excitedly tell your friend about it. The way they were looking over at him startled him though, did they know it was him?

"Why don't you just tell Y/N you like them? You're spending so much money on snacks." Your friend confronted him in the hallway some time later, but he was just shrugging. He didn't mind spending money if it made you happy.

Jake:

Jake is absolutely shameless when it comes to his crush on you. In the beginning it flustered you quite a bit, to the point you had tried to avoid him, but he always seemed to find you no matter how hard you tried, so you gave up. Opting to just ignore.

To Jake you were the most amazing person in the world. No matter what you did, Jake was absolutely heart eyed for you. Right now he was watching you copy what the teacher was writing on the blackboard, a strand of hair kept on falling over your eyes, it seemed to bother you a little. Oh, what would Jake give to gently tuck it behind your ear himself.

You stopped taking notes when your seat mate gently nudged you, "Jake is staring at you again." Immediately your head whipped over, to glare at said boy. You mouthed a 'what' in his direction to find out why he was staring, he just smiled like a fool before mouthing 'you look pretty'. "Shut up!" You called out louder than you actually intended to.

"Jake Sim, Y/N Y/L/N, would you please pay attention!" The teacher interfered. It was embarrassing she had to call you out, now everyone was turning to look at you. You weren't sure if your cheeks were blushing from all the attention or the fact that Jake had called you pretty.

Wait, were you actually starting to enjoy his advances on you? No way! Well, Jake is definitely cute and honestly it was fluttering to know that someone like him liked you so much. Maybe having him flirt with you wasn't so bad after all.

Sunghoon:

Sunghoon looked cold, he was aware of that, but he wasn't mean, not at all, so he didn't really understand why most people avoided him. It didn't help that his friends weren't in the same class as him. It meant he would only see them during lunch.

"Come on Y/N!" Sunoo rushed you out of the classroom towards the cafeteria. You had only recently become friends with him, due to being assigned his seat mate for the current school year, but you got along really well, becoming friends quickly.

Trying to follow Sunoo through the crowded cafeteria without dropping the tray was quite the challenge, but you wondered, by the way he was determinedly steering through the crowd if he had a specific location to take you to. That question was answered when he stopped at a table with only a raven haired boy, Park Sunghoon, you had heard rumors about him from classmates, but how bad could he be when he was friends with Sunoo?

Sunoo took a seat and urged you to take the seat next to him directly across from Sunghoon, he was smiling brightly when introducing you to each other, "Sunghoon, this is my friend Y/N. Y/N this is my friend Sunghoon and don't worry, he might look like a big meanie but he's actually just scared of other people." Sunghoon gave him a glare for the remark. Hearing you giggle at the way they acted with each other, Sunghoon was pierced through the heart by Cupid's arrow. Could this be the love at first sight everyone talked about?

"Well, hello Sunghoon. It's nice to meet you." You held out your hand for him to shake and as soon as your hands touched Sunghoon's face lit up. Meanwhile Sunoo was just watching your interaction with a smug grin. He had the feeling you two would get along from the second you had sat down next to him in class.

Sunoo:

Literally the politest boy you've ever met. He thinks he's hiding his crush well, but really he isn't at all.

Every morning he comes to greet you personally. "Good morning Y/N. Did you sleep well?" And he'd smile his brightest smile, eyes turning crescent and all. It was really cute, sometimes he would even add a compliment, like 'I really like your outfit today.' or 'You look very pretty today.'  You knew Sunoo wasn't just saying that to flirt, no he really meant it.

"Y/N, what's this?" Your friend called out opening the lunch box standing on your desk to take a look while you were currently cleaning the blackboard. "Don't touch it! That's not for you." Your words came out meaner than you expected it yourself. You had been wanting to give that lunch box to Sunoo once he returned to the classroom. He was always nice and complimenting you, so you wanted to do something in return, you just weren't as good at showing affection as he was.

"Sunoo, come try this!" You called out once he entered the classroom. He immediately jogged over, not caring that he left Jay standing in the doorway on his own. You pushed over the lunch box to him and he took a bite. "Do you like it?" You asked and he nodded still chewing, "You can have it."

"No way!" You were taking aback by his words. Was he declining your lunch box? By any chance had you misinterpreted the signs of him liking you? "I can't eat your food, it's yours." You sighed relieved.

"No, I made it for you." You admitted shyly. "Uah, Y/N! That's amazing, thank you so much." His signature smile was plastered on his face again as he went in for a bone crushing hug, that surprised you a little.

Jungwon:

Jungwon felt stupid. Due to being a trainee he was missing a lot of classes, so his teacher proposed for him to get some tutoring for the upcoming exams, he agreed not knowing that the tutor would be you, his crush.

"Okay, can you try and explain this process for me?" You asked him pointing to a paragraph in the biology book in front of you. It was embarrassing, the way he was just rambling with no idea what he was actually talking about. You must be thinking he's stupid.

You weren't, not at all. No, you actually admired the fact that he was trying to put effort into his studies while also being a trainee. You knew he was trying his best, so you didn't mind the fact that you had to explain this process to him for a third time.

The way his big black doe eyes were looking at you listening to what you were explaining and the way his face lit up when he finally started to understand the process. In the end you told him to explain again and if you didn't know it better you'd think he had actually been in the lecture.

"That was great Jungwon! I think you're gonna do well on the test tomorrow!" Giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder while smiling at him brightly, Jungwon felt like his head would explode from how much he was blushing. "Thanks Y/N. Uhm- I gotta go to the company now, sorry." He packed up his stuff, rushing out of the room. That was embarrassing, his heart was beating uncontrollably. The effect you had on him was crazy.

When Jungwon arrived the next morning he found a chocolate bar siting on his desk, 'Good Luck' was written on the post it note that was stuck to it. He was able to recognize your handwriting anywhere after borrowing your notes many times. He turned around to you sitting a few rows behind you, giving him a thumbs up.

He had to do well on this test, if it wasn't for him he had to do it for you, after all you had worked so hard to help him prepare. He wouldn't embarrass you!

Ni-Ki:

Ni-ki's favorite time of the day was lunch time. Not because of the food, but simply for the fact that it was the time of the day he finally got to see you. The fact that you weren't put in the same class this year bothered him so bad.

However he was pretty convinced you didn't even know he existed, as he had never mustered up the courage to talk to you while you were actually in the same class. He had settled for simply admiring you from afar, but now, only seeing you at lunch, that was too far.

He was surprised to find you at the little snack store, your school was running, all alone. Normally whenever you left class you'd always be with a group of friends. One of the reasons he had never approached you before.

He was unsure of what to do, on one hand this was his chance to talk to you, but on the other you were so deep in thought of what snack to get, he didn't want to bother you. He decided it was better to just leave it, taking one of the snacks for himself. "Is that good?" Your voice stopped him from walking away. Was this really happening? Were you talking to him?

"Is that snack tasty?" You asked again when he didn't answer and Ni-ki finally snapped out of his daze. Too nervous to speak he nodded frantically. So you took the same snack for yourself before walking over to the cash register where the woman rang you up, only for you to realize you had left your money in the classroom.

Just as you were about to tell the woman you'd take the snack back to the aisle Ni-ki held out some money to her that was enough to cover both of your snacks. You were surprised, not expecting Ni-ki to pay for you, he had no reason to.

"Thanks Ni-ki! I'll pay you back later, okay? Wait for me after school." You called out as you started rushing back to your classroom, the bell was about to ring any second, Ni-ki should go back too if he didn't want to get scolded by the teacher, but he was too stunned to move. You knew his name! And you even asked to meet him after school!

[doobnnoob-tf2]

I've always had this idea in my brain that I would love to see but I never could work up the courage to request it from anyone. And after reading your blog I don't think I could find anyone more fitting to ask than you:: could you write something of Spy comforting Scout after like a bad dream or something? Feat. Sniper because I love the idea of him being like an extra dad to Scout alongside Spy.

The smell off fresh popcorn filled the air as Spy stood in the kitchen.  He was designated with the task of getting snacks and drinks ready while Sniper made sure the rec room was set up for their movie.  It’d been the first date night in a while for them, and Sniper seemed rather excited about his movie choice.

A door opened behind him.  “Sniper, I don’t know how else I can explain this to you.  No, coming in and asking if it’s ready does not make it go any faster.”

“I’m.. sorry?”

Spy turned.  “Scout?  What are you doing up, it’s late.”

“First of all, I ain’t got a bedtime.  And B, uh..”  Scout walked over to the cupboards to get a glass.  He looked pale.  “Just wanted some water was all.”

“I see.. and that’s all?”

“Well, yeah, why?”

Spy shrugged.  But Scout didn’t move, he didn’t even take a drink from his glass.  Something was on his mind.

“So you’re probably.. busy, right?”

“That would depend.  What do you need?”

Scout fidgeted, sighed, looked anywhere but in his direction.  He opened his mouth to speak, and then changed his mind at least twice.  “Do you.. d’ya ever have those like.. dreams where you wake up and things just don’t feel right?  Like nothin’s wrong but thing’s.. feel wrong.”

Spy looked at him with a slight, concerned frown.  “So you had a bad dream?”

“No!  No, no, not at all, that’s not.. it’s..”  Scout trailed off and then sighed again, defeated.  “Okay, fine, alright, I did!  Happy now?”

Things got quiet, both standing and avoiding looking at the other for what seemed like forever.

“To answer your question, Scout: yes.  I have had those kinds of dreams before and they are.. very unpleasant.”  Spy waited, and then looked at him.  Scout was hunched in on himself, staring holes into the floor.  He knew he had to say something.  “But it was just a dream, and you know that.  And sometimes they may end up being very painful memories, but they are just that.  Memories.  You are not in that time of your life any more.”

He was already moving to set a kettle on another burner to boil water, getting out three mugs and some tea.  Chamomile.  “And sometimes, they don’t even make sense.  It’s all just your mind, taking bits and pieces of your thoughts and feelings of the day and turning them into some odd amalgamation in your head that makes no sense.  And the next thing you know, you are having a dream about something incredible.. or something frightening that you can not quite identify - or maybe you can - and in those moments, all of it seems so very real and you can’t escape.”

“But you are not there anymore, are you?”  Spy saw Scout looking at him from the corner of his eyes.

“No.”

“Exactly.  The feelings may take some time to pass but that is what I’ve found is the easiest to get me through.  To remind myself I am not there, and that a dream cannot hurt me.”

“And I’ve always found distractions make good help to get over a dream, popcorn ready yet?”  Sniper walked over to peer around Spy.

“It should be, oui.  Put it in a bowl and I’ll be there in a moment.”  He watched him collect the snacks, and rolled his eyes playfully when Sniper dropped a kiss on his head before going back to the rec room.

“Must make it easier too, huh?”

“Pardon?”

“Y’know, like..”  Scout gestured to the doorway.  “Havin’ Snipes there when you wake up from those dreams.”

Spy looked at Scout, then over at the kettle as it whistled and moved to finish making the tea.  Maybe, he thought, they could have a more intimate date night later.  “Scout?  Would you.. like to join Sniper and I for a movie?”

“C’mon, everyone on the base knows you two haven’t had alone time in ages, with all the missions Miss Pauling has had you two runnin’.”

“I insist.”

It took some convincing, but Sniper relented.  The three of them settled together on the couch, sharing snacks and eyes glued to the movie.  Spy sat in the middle, leaned comfortably over on Sniper’s shoulder.  Sniper had pulled the coffee table closer for him to prop his feet up on.  And Scout had seated himself on the other side of Spy.

It was a horror movie, of course.  The Exorcist.  Sniper refused to tell him exactly how he got his hands on a copy.  Just that he wanted to see it, and he just so happened to coincidentally come across a copy of the reel the other week while on a mission.  Spy could only assume a recent target of his had a copy, and Sniper couldn’t resist giving into temptation.

It was only about halfway through when Scout slumped over slowly onto Spy’s side, sound asleep.  Spy froze and looked over, staring at him for a moment as something came over him.

“Think we should wake him?”  Sniper whispered.

Spy simply shook his head no and settled to continue watching.  Only to shift around again mere moments later, to move his hand to pet Scout’s hair gently as he slept.

Sniper smirked to himself and grabbed a blanket to toss over Scout, draping his arm around the both of them to pull everyone closer.

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I hope this was good for what you were wanting!

I’ve rewritten parts of this so many times because I worry it doesn’t sound good, but if I don’t post it now I fear I never will!  :’D

[solarwriting]

guns and gifts

carl gallagher x fem!reader

request: Hey! I hope I can send you a request for Karl Gallagher of Shameless. Maybe Karl and y / n were a couple before jail, and after leaving jail he came to her to ask her for forgiveness. y / n doesn't forgive him and he starts giving her gifts and apologizing every day. Then everything is at your discretion. Happy ending please💛 from @powerpuffluuvv

genere: fluff + angst

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, ooc carl

posted on april 18, 2021

puppy love. thirteen year-olds holding hands and sharing stolen kisses. it was a sweet relationship that could’ve grown and matured with the two teens as they did. instead carl found himself a job on the corner and when he got caught y/n was done. fiona tried to get through to the boy, asking him to apologize but he brushed her off.

“can i please just talk to him? maybe he’ll listen to me.” y/n pleaded with the lawyer.

fiona stepped in, “it wouldn’t hurt to try it.”

“five minutes.” the lawyer relented.

y/n thanked him and rushed into the room where he sat. he squinted at her through the glasses fiona gave him. “i’m not fuckin’ sorry. i wish i was smarter about it. i wouldn’t have used chuckie as a mule.”

“you know what. if you don’t tell that judge you’re fucking sorry and that you’ve learned from your mistakes i will never speak to you again.” y/n exited the room quickly letting the ultimatum hang in the air as the door slammed behind her.

during the hearing her eyes were trained on the back of his head, hoping she could somehow will him to do the right thing. she kept her arms crossed as she leaned back. kev and v were sat next to her, waiting anxiously to see what he’d say.

“i’m going to make juvie my bitch.” as soon as he said those words, y/n sighed, getting up from her seat, shouldering her back and slipping out of the courtroom as they hauled carl away. he caught her eye before she left, she froze for a moment before shaking her head and making her exit.

time passed and she still spent time with the rest of the gallaghers, she lived across the street so it would have been hard not too. she helped take care of liam when needed and she got a job at patsy’s with fiona’s help.

the day carl came back had been a surprise for everyone, y/n was helping fiona with making dinner after a shift at patsy’s. the front door had slammed shut and, thinking it was debbie, fiona asked if she got a message about hamburger buns. y/n’s eyes shot up when a much deeper voice responded, “nah, it’s just me.”

excited, fiona rushed towards the boy, wrapping him up in a hug. hugging back, he looked up throwing a wave to y/n who was rooted in place, “hey, y/n.”

snapping herself back into reality she lurched forward wiping her hands and grabbing her things, pulling her bag over her shoulder and gripping her keys tightly she looked back at the boy as fiona fussed over his new appearance. “fuck you, carl.” she spat, slamming the back door shut behind her.

y/n managed to avoid carl at school the next day, he was too busy with “his boy” nick and his new white boy carl personality and selling illegal weapons in the bathrooms to bother her anyways. she rushed to patsy’s as soon as school ended and began her shift.

she spent the afternoon rushing from table to table, taking orders, passing out food, and pouring coffee. she was pouring coffee for a couple sitting near the front door when the bell twinkled, signaling a new customer.

her back turned to the door and her focus pointed and the coffee she was pouring she greeted the customer quickly, “take a seat anywhere and i’ll be right with you darling.” she smiled at the couple before turning around, finding herself face to face with white boy carl himself. “get the fuck out.”

y/n rushed away from him, pouring coffee for a man sat at the counter. carl followed, “please just talk to me, y/n.”

“she doesn’t want to talk to you, man.” the customer spoke up as y/n placed the coffee pot on the burner.

“what the fuck did you just say to me?” carl asked the man.

he stood up, “i told you she doesn’t want to talk. so leave.”

y/n stepped in before a physical altercation broke out, “thank so much, sir, but i can fight my own battles.” she pushed carl towards the door, “out.” she kept pushing him despite his protests, “get the fuck out. go.”

the door slammed behind them, and carl began to speak, “no, you’re going to shut your fucking mouth and listen. i don’t want to listen to you. i don’t want to talk to you. and i don’t even want to see you but that last one might be a little fucking impossible since we’re neighbors and i work with your sister so i’m going to be civil towards you but i will only acknowledge your existence when it is absolutely necessary. clear?”

carl began to protest but y/n cut him off, “are we fucking clear?” carl grumbled an agreement and y/n sighed, “good, now get the fuck out if here. i have to go back to work.”

y/n rushed back into the diner, throwing herself back into work. hoping she looked busy enough to keep the nosy man from before to leave her alone, she poured more coffee, took orders, passed out plates. until her shift ended and she could finally take the l back home.

the next run in with carl happened two days later, she was walking home from school, thankful for the day off from work when carl and nick pulled up on a bike. “y/n! wait!”

sighing, y/n whipped around, “i thought i told you i didn’t want to talk to you.”

“i have something for you.” carl explained as he got closer, y/n ignored him and started walking again, the bike quickly catching up with her. “here.”

y/n scoffed, eyeing the bag, “whatever it is i don’t want it.”

“it’s a book, debbie told me you wanted to read it.”

y/n sped up, “no thanks, already read it.” she didn’t care what book it was, she didn’t want anything from him. she took this moment to cross the street, the passing cars making it difficult for the boys on the bike to follow.

she entered the gallagher house hoping carl would be too busy to come home for a few hours while she watched liam. “i get off at nine, if anyone else comes home you’re welcome to leave but i plan on bringing something back for dinner if you want to stick around for that.”

“of course i’ll stay. me and liam are going to have a great time. isn’t that right liam?” y/n asked the toddler who nodded enthusiastically. fiona thanked her and rushed out the door.

y/n put on a movie, which liam fell asleep watching about thirty minutes in. y/n got up and stretched when the movie ended, adjusting the blanket she threw over liam when he fell asleep. she walked in the kitchen, stiff from sitting for so long. she pulled out a can of pop from the fridge and leaned her back against the fridge, using to stretch her body more.

the door swung open and carl walked in, “good you’re hear, i have something else for you.”

“whatever it is, i don’t want it.” y/n sighed into her drink.

“it’s a necklace, here.” he opened the velvet box to show her an expensive looking necklace.

she turned away from him, “no thanks.” walking back into the living room. “go somewhere else please, i have to watch liam.”

carl sighed before exiting the house with nick, who had been hanging back by the door during the exchange. he nodded to nick and the two rolled out to go do god knows what.

that night fiona came home with food, the entire gallagher clan plus kev and v enjoyed. there were enough people that y/n managed to avoid speaking to carl the entire evening. every time he tried to speak to her she’d find someone to talk to, she talked lip about something she had to do for school, ian told her about trevor, and her and debbie talked about anything.

v even pointed out the strange behavior when carl was left looking slightly dejected to fiona, who just shrugged in response.

“thank you fiona, goodnight everyone.” y/n called as she stepped out the back door. she crossed the street quickly and made it home, which as usual was empty, the rest of her family nowhere to be found.

she sighed, grabbing a beer from the fridge and kicking of her shoes as soon as she made it to her room. she threw herself back on her bed yelping when she collided with something hard. she jumped up only to see the jewelry box and book carl had bought her. she set her beer down and pulled the box open, smiling at the necklace. it was gold, with a small tear shaped pendant that held some sort of crystal or diamond.

she set the box next to her beer, which she grabbed and took sip of as she grabbed the book. it was actually something she’d been wanting, she rolled her eyes before opening it to the first page.

the next fee days followed a similar pattern, carl would stop her at school and work and even his own house to offer her gifts, which she would refuse, which would always end up on her bed at the end of the day. on a particularly rough day, y/n had enough. she was walking home from school, carl (who was alone this time) behind her, like clockwork offering another gift.

“carl, please just leave me alone. i don’t have the energy to deal with you.” y/n said not stopping. carl made a comment and y/n snapped, “god i’m not going to forgive you because you chose to go to juvie. you could have just apologized and gotten parole but that didn’t happen. and i’m not going to be your girlfriend again because i don’t even know who you are any more, this thug personality doesn’t look good on you.” y/n sighed rushing away before he could answer.

she was suddenly thankful for the day off, deciding to spend it all alone at home. it was a friday and her weekend was also free so she spent the next few days home alone. her family was gone of course, they only only seemed to show up once a month just to leave again the same day.

sunday evening y/n laid in the couch watching what was on tv when there was a knock on the door. y/n groaned, getting up to answer it freezing when carl was revealed on the other side. he looked small, he was curled into himself and he looked sad. his braids were out, soft curls in the place. “hey, y/n.” he said softly. y/n wordlessly moved out of the way to let him in.

“i’m done. no more sell drugs, guns, anything. something happened, with nick and i don’t want that to be my life anymore.” his voice cracked and y/n instinctively wrapped him into a hug, squeezing protectively. he cried into her shoulder, holding her tightly, scared to let her go.

“hey,” y/n spoke softly, running her fingers through his hair, “you’re okay. i got you.” once carl calmed down, he pulled away but y/n held onto him, hands on his face.

“i really miss you y/n. and i know i was awful before but all i want to do is be with you. i love you.” he sighed, his hands holding her wrists.

y/n pulled him closer, “i love you, too, idiot.” carl gave her a lopsided smiled before surging forward to connect their lips in a hot kiss. y/n stumbled backwards before backing into the wall behind her. carl bit on her lip softly causing her breath to catch in her throat. she tugged on his hair and he squeezed her hips. she pulled away for breath, pressing her forehead to his, “my room?” breathless carl nodded pressing a quick kiss to her lips before they rushed to her room.

the next morning the front door slammed opened, “y/n! i’m going to kill fiona!” debbie stormed through the house bursting into y/n’s room where she was laying next to a topless carl, wearing only his t-shirt, “oh my god! ew!” debbie shielded her eyes from the sight before her.

“hey, debs.” y/n mumbled, sheepishly.

debbie groaned, “just get dressed, we have school.”

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Jealousy, Jealousy - Part 4

Hi, IM BACK!!! I hope yall missed me. Sorry, I was gone for so long, I had a medical emergency, will be getting surgery soon so wish me good luck on that! I hope yall are still interested in this story. A lot of people seemed to like the To Hell and Back series, so thank you for the support, it really makes me smile. This is kind of a filler chapter so I hope that’s okay. This was an original idea thought up by @shelikesloki. So thank you so much for the recommendation. If you have any suggestions/requests or want me to write a specific idea then feel free to ask, my dms and asks are open, but for now here’s part 4! Part 5 will be up tomorrow. PLEASE give me some suggestions of what you want to see! This series spans across the beginning of season 8.

Concept from @shelikesloki: After overhearing Morgan and Reid speaking about Maeve, Y/n has trouble with the idea that she’s missed her chance with Spencer. But after the team helps save Maeve, will Reid and Maeve even work out?

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The stalker was a woman JJ had decided when she’d noticed black eyeliner had been used to draw the crosses through Maeve’s face. That’d been why she’d masked her voice on the phone, why Maeve had been so willing to open her home to her. The only question left had been how the stalker had known about Maeve and spencer's… relationship. When Spencer had noticed that Maeve’s ex fiancé, Bobby Putnam’s (a former suspect in her disappearance), current girlfriend had identified Spencer upon first meeting without being introduced to him. 

Standing in Bobby’s apartment wasn’t as upsetting, glass from what looked to be a bottle littered the dining room floor, a small pool of blood left in the middle of it. Compared to the state of Maeve’s apartment, it seemed that the unsub had had a normal conversation which abruptly turned violent again, a running trait it seemed. 

Diane Huntington had appeared to be a fake name, her entire identity had been preplanned, she’d listed a fake address and used a burner phone to contact Bobby. With no trails to lead off of now, we’d had to work off of Spencer’s mind, details he’d subconsciously remembered throughout their interactions that could point us in the direction of the unsub, 

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We’d just started talking about the possibilities of the stalker being a former lover of Maeve’s when my phone had buzzed for the fifteenth time that day. Gritting my teeth and setting my jaw, I removed myself from my chair, offering a quick apology, before making my way out into the hallway before flipping my phone open. 

“What, Tony?!” I’d whisper screamed as I made my way for the stairwell. 

“Been bugging you that much, has he?” The familiar voice on the other end of the phone chuckled. 

“Gibbs,” I breathed, “Sorry, I’ve been busy.” 

“Too busy to pick up a call for the past three months?” My former boss mumbled. The door to the stairwell groaned as I closed it behind me and inhaled deeply. 

“Things have been… hectic lately.”

“Well, I’ll say,” his tone came out rough, annoyed. 

“Is this about the case Tony mentioned, cause I really can't get in the middle of that right now, I’m swamped and-”

“No, no, we got that fixed up,” he reassured, “That’s actually what I was calling about, Tony mentioned your case.” I suppressed a bitter comment as I listened, of course Tony had mentioned it, I’d expect nothing less. “Is there anything we can do?” He asked.

“I don't even know if there’s anything WE can do. We’ve got no leads right now, I’m worried she won't make it, Gibbs,” I started. Gibbs had always been a father figure to me and my old coworkers. That’d been part of the reason I’d been hesitant to speak to him, once you started talking, it was hard to stop. He had that effect on people, it’s what made him so good at his job. “I’ve never seen him like this over a girl… over anyone really.” Bitterness seeped through my body once again. 

“Really, y/n, we can be there in the morning, say the word and we’ll consult,” Gibbs tried. 

“You don't understand, “ I tried to explain. “The section chief doesn't even want us on the case. It was hard enough to convince Strauss to keep us on, considering we’re too close to the victim. It’s a conflict of interest. Getting the okay to have you consult would be impossible, you're not a current profiler, you're not in the unit.” I finished. 

We sat there for a moment before he broke the silence, “I understand.” I paced the stairwell platform nervously as I waited for his next words, the team already noticed my absence, making it any longer would be a problem. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asked. I didn’t know how to respond for a moment, Gibbs didn't indulge in conversations about feelings often, or hardly ever. But if Penelope had noticed how I felt for Spencer, surely Gibbs had too. My voice broke as I tried to keep my composure, “I don't know what to do, this will ruin him. I don’t know how to watch that, to watch him break, Gibbs.” My throat felt like it was closing. “How do I sit by when we know the probabilities of how this will end? And even if it doesn't end badly,” my mind raced as I struggled to put my thoughts into words. “How do I sit across from him day after day knowing how I feel?” I knew I was being selfish, this wasn’t about me, I needed to stay present to stay focused. Thinking of the future was a bad idea currently. Heat flooded my cheeks as I struggled to regain my composure. 

“Kid,” Gibbs’ voice came out softer, “You can’t think like that, you have a job to do. You can't worry about those things while remaining helpful to your team.” 

“I know…” I struggled to find the right words, “I just can't think of anything else.”

“Listen, if it really becomes too much, you can take some time off, or- or you can come work for us again. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that actually,” His voice trailed off towards the end, my head cocked as I registered his words. 

“Gibbs, I-” He cut me off before I could finish. 

“I don't need an answer now, we just-” He was struggling as much as I was, that must’ve been the reason he’d asked Tony to call, so he wouldn’t have to be the one to ask. “We want you back, kid.”

I was silent as I thought it over. Could I really leave him like that, after going through one of the worst things imaginable? As his best friend, could I really leave in his time of need, just to avoid watching him suffer? I didn’t think I could, in general, saying no to Spencer was hard, let alone when he was in pain. But if she survived, could I really face that either? The past few weeks had been hard enough, and I’d known nothing about her. Now I knew what she looked like, I knew her history, I knew her achievements, I knew what they’d talked about. He deserved his best friend, but would I be able to be the friend he needed? To be able to focus on my work everyday with a picture of her sat atop his desk? To lay it all aside? To potentially meet her one day? To attend their wedding? My stomach turned once more.  

“It’s just an option,” He muttered in response to my silence. 

“Yeah, I’ll think about it, Gibbs. Thank you,” I said, checking my watch for the time. “I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry.” I said as I opened the staircase door. 

“Stay safe, okay?” 

“Always.” She promised, “Tell Abby I said hi,” I smiled as I imagined the perky forensic scientist’s reaction. 

“Will do,” he chuckled. 

okay, that’s part 4, and like always, i hope it didn’t disappoint. and if it did then, again, that’s chill too. sorry it took so long. and again if you have any suggestions or recommendations just ask, and if you want to be tagged in part 5, let me know! part 5 will be up tomorrow. have a beautiful day loves :)

Thanks again @shelikesloki

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Masterlist

Part 3

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Hi wifey 💘 hope u are fine! I have a request- can u maybe write something where Tom and the reader have a fight and Tom says something that really hurts the reader🥺 just angst with fluff at the end

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this wifey! I hope you're happy with it though! I love me some gut wrenching angst, love you xx

Long Distance

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: angst, fighting

Summary: You’ve got some things to talk about when Tom gets home

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“You’re home late,” (y/n) hummed, watching as Tessa ran to greet Tom at the door.

“I told you, we stopped for dinner on the way home,” he smiled, scratching the dog's head affectionately.

“I didn’t realize you’d be out so late, I could have met up with you guys.”

“Oh no need for that love,” he dropped his bag on the floor before moving to greet her with a quick kiss, “I’d love to hop into bed with you right away darling but I’m in dire need of a shower so I will be right back.”

“Alright,” she pursed her lips for just a moment, “I’ll be here.”

“You can join me if you want,” he offered with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, “You just said you're in dire need of a shower.”

“Oh shush, if I was that gross you would have noticed already,” he stuck his tongue out before disappearing behind the bathroom door, leaving her alone with Tessa again.

She sighed, settling back into bed while she waited for Tom to clean up. Of course she didn’t want to get mad at Tom on his first day home, but the annoyance had been slowly building over his whole trip. It had been constant missed calls and texts, half assed replies only coming hours later. He never reached out to her unprompted, he seemed distracted on call, and then, to top it all off, he’d showed up hours later than he was supposed to, only telling her that he was grabbing food.

Tom left the bathroom, a towel hanging off his hips as he pulled one of the dresser drawers open, “Where are your jammies?” he frowned.

“Oh I rearranged the clothes, yours are in the top two and mine are in the bottom.

“Oh…” he pulled out some sweats and began changing, “I liked having them all together, then my clothes smell like you and yours smell like me, it’s nice for when I go away, reminds me of you,” he flashed her a smile, but it fell when he looked back at her, “What?”

“Doesn’t seem like it's a very good reminder.”

“What? Darling of course it is, it makes me feel at home, and that little piece of you is really comforting to me,” he sat at her feet, “You’re upset with me.”

She nodded, “Yeah, but I know you’re tired, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

“No, no, we can talk about it now, I figured we’d stay up for a bit anyway. Besides, it’s not good to go to bed angry,” he kissed her hand before crossing his legs, “Tell me what’s on your mind love.”

“Okay,” she took a deep breath, “I just felt like we hardly talked while you were gone and that really bugged me. I mean I understand that you were busy doing press and everything, but I felt like I was really on the back burner.”

“Love I called you every opportunity I had, and I warned you I wouldn’t have much free time, this is a big film, there’s lots to be done.”

“I understand that Tom, but I know you didn’t call me every chance you got because you never called me unprompted. I mean the whole time you were gone I only heard from you after I reached out, and I was lucky if I got a reply on the same day. Then you come home hours late, you don’t tell me where you are, you don’t invite me out with you, I mean I’m your girlfriend Tom.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way darling but I put my best effort in here, I don’t know what you want me to say, I was just busy. And I’m sorry I was late getting home but we’d been flying all day, we were hungry, we stopped for dinner, it wasn’t like I was avoiding coming home or something.”

“No but you didn’t invite me, and I’m not saying we need to do everything together, but when you're gone for a whole month I wanna feel like you're excited to see me when you come home.”

“I am excited to see you!” he laughed, cupping her face in his hands, “You can ask anyone darling, I was buzzing the whole way home, they couldn’t get me to shut up about you.”

“It doesn’t matter what you say to other people Tom,” she groaned, pushing his hands away, “I know I’m being petty here but you didn’t even want me at the airport, in fact you told me not to come because the traffic would be annoying and you’d be home at 8 anyway, and then you weren’t. Don’t you understand why that makes me feel unwanted?”

“Airports irritate you, I just wanted to save you the trip,” he defended, “I really am sorry it’s been such a rough month darling, but you could have let me know a lot sooner too. You know you can always come visit when I’m away, and if you really wanted me home right away all you had to do was tell me.”

“It’s not that simple Tom, I have my own things going on, I can’t just fly across the world because you’re too busy to take two seconds to text me back. And the point is that I want you to want to come home to me. I don’t want to have to tell you I want you to come home, I want you to do it because you want to see me as much as I want to see you.”

“Darling I know it’s not that easy but you knew what you were getting into with this relationship.”

“I knew that I was getting into long distance, but that doesn’t mean we don’t talk.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you, it’s hard for you to understand what it’s like but I was busy all day, everyday. Whenever I wasn’t working I was sleeping, I got back to you whenever I could, and I’m sorry that that wasn’t as frequent as you would have liked, but you weren’t the only thing on my mind.”

“I wasn’t on your mind at all, evidently.”

Tom sucked in a sharp breath, rising from his seat to cross his arms, “Is that what you think?”

“That’s what you made clear with your actions,” she retorted.

His jaw was locked, his cheeks flushed red with anger, “I can’t spend less time away (y/n), and I can’t always put you at the top of my priority list. It just comes with the job and if you can’t handle that you’re welcome to leave.”

“Leave?” she repeated, in shock that the words had actually left his mouth.

He nodded, confirmed she’d heard correctly, “If you’re not happy you can leave.”

She pushed herself off the bed, shaking her head in disbelief as she approached the dresser, “Fine.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, watching as she began tossing clothes onto the bed. The anger seemed to flood away in an instant, “What are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“Darling wait,” he sighed, “Don’t do that. Let’s sit down again.”

“You told me to leave, so I’m leaving,” she snapped back.

“I didn’t say that,” he groaned, grabbing her hands as he moved in between her and the dresser, “Please stay.”

“I’m telling you that I miss you!” she snapped suddenly, tears starting to prick at the corners of her eyes, “That I need you! A-And I need you to know that you love me when you’re gone, not just when you’re here. Why is that too much?”

He froze, a wave of guilt washing over him in an instant, “It’s not darling, not at all. I got defensive, I’m sorry.”

She sat back down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, “You didn’t just get defensive, you told me to leave.”

“I didn’t mean it like I wanted you to leave,” he tried to explain, “But if you aren’t happy with me then you should leave, as much as that would absolutely kill me.”

“I am happy with you Tom, the happiest I’ve ever been,” she squeezed his hand.

“I’m my happiest with you too,” he pursed his lips, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. It just hurt to come home and immediately get told I’ve been being such a shitty boyfriend.”

“You haven’t been, that’s not what I was trying to imply either. I just need you to put in a little more effort next time you're away. I know it’s hard and you're busy, but I’m not asking you to sit by your phone every second of the day. I just need to know that you miss me too.”

“I do miss you, just…” he trailed off, sighing as he tried to put his words together more calmly, “It’s not easy being away. I mean I do all these press events all day and I get back totally wiped and I’ve got to stay in another hotel all alone. It used to be a lot easier to do that when I didn’t have you to come home too. I never felt like I was missing out on anything before, and now I feel like I’m missing all these moments with you. I try really hard to bury those emotions so I can be happy and do all the interviews and what not.”

“Why couldn’t you just talk to me about it?”

“I would have been a mess if I spent all day dragging on and on about how much I missed you, I had work to do, it was easier to bury it,” he sighed again, “I don’t know darling, I didn’t realize I was hurting you, I was just trying to get it all done so I could come home and be happy again.”

“Okay…” she set her head on his shoulder, “I know maybe it makes it harder for you, but just promise you won’t do that to me next time.”

“Of course not love, I’d never do anything I knew would hurt you,” he kissed her head before nuzzling his nose against her hair, “There won’t be a next time, I won’t go away again.”

“Tom that is not what I want, it’s your job, it’s okay that you have to leave sometimes.”

He shook his head, “It’s not okay if it hurts us, that’s a risk I won’t take. So I won’t go away again unless we’re going together, at least not until I’m sure you know exactly how much I love and appreciate you.”

She peaked up at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you Tom.”

“You’re welcome,” he squeezed her tight against his chest again, “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I’d be fucking devistated if you ever left darling.”

“I would never leave,” she assured, “Ever.”

“Me neither,” he hummed, “You and me is the only thing I’ll ever want.”

“Me too,” she closed her eyes, snuggling into his side like she’d been dreaming of doing for a whole month, “You wanna go to bed now?”

He nodded, “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

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Let me help you

Pairing:  Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Because I like a bit of hurt/comfort, and I love the idea of an omega depression, I'm curious on how alpha third years on Aoba Johsai (so like Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Mattsun) would do in response to their omega being in an omega depression.

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Author’s Note:  Oikawa’s got really long, so I didn’t include Mattsun or Makki. If you wanna request a part 2 I’ll get on it right away!

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Truth be told, it was kind of his fault. 

➵Right after you both bonded, he immediately seemed to drop any redeeming qualities he had while courting you.

➵He skipped out on dates, stayed later and later at practice, gave the mile to his fangirls.

➵And while you could get over that, the worse thing you realized was when you went to cheer him on at one of his games. 

➵His bond mark was covered with a scent gland bandage and when Iwaizumi noticed it (He knew of your bonding), he sent a worried glance your way.

➵He could practically see the heartbreak from his place on the court. 

➵What was worse was that you didn’t make a scene. 

➵You stood, turned and left. That was it. 

➵ Oikawa was busy doing his pre-game whatever to notice, making the situation even worse.  

➵Iwaizumi wanted to follow you but the whistle of the ref called him back. 

➵ You didn’t want Iwaizumi to follow you anyway. 

➵You felt numb. So, so numb. 

➵Like anything you previously felt-- any longing, or wishing for your alpha-- reduced to a numb buzz that kept your body moving. 

➵You felt like you were on Autopilot. 

➵Toru made it fairly obvious that he wanted your bond mark on display, so why weren’t the same standards held to him? It wasn’t against the rules of volleyball-- several alphas had theirs out on proud display with their omega cheering in the stands. 

➵Was it you?

➵God, you felt so empty. Like your will to live was dripping away. 

➵You felt your omega lay down, whining as they tried to figure out what was wrong. Where did you go wrong? 

➵You barely felt the soft fleece of your blankets as you settled into your nest for who knows how long. 

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 Toru was lost. You were in the stands during warm-up last game, but was gone by half-time. Okay, fine. Maybe you had to pee. But then you didn’t show up at all after that.  While at the time it took a back burner-- because we all know how Oikawa plays-- it was now front and center. His alpha was on edge and snapped on him twice already, sending sharp throbs of pain to his temples. It had been three days since Toru had seen you, his mate, so Toru could tell that was a big reason for his frustration. But Toru didn’t know why you had been gone for three days. 

If you were sick, why didn’t you text him? Were you injured? Toru didn’t know.  His neck burnt with anticipation at the thought of you in any peril. 

Where were you?

 Shoving his way past a few fangirls, Toru made his way into the gym, racking his brain for any sort of hint. Vacation maybe and you just forgot to tell him?

 “Iwa-chan! I need your-” Toru paused, huffing when Iwaizumi roughly shoved past him. His alpha was on guard immediately, making Toru growl loudly.   “What’s you issue, Iwa? Blue-balled or something?” 

The laugh that left Iwaizumi made even him, the head alpha, shiver. “My issue? What’s yours?! You absolutely destroyed your relationship last game and ask me for help?! What the hell is wrong with you, Oikawa?!”  

Oikawa swallowed. There was no nickname. No sense of friendship in his words. They were straight malice, laced with acidic venom meant to hurt him. 

When Oikawa didn’t immediately answer, Iwaizumi continued. “You make them wear their bond mark for all the world to see, but cover yours up? What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?! How in the hell you got someone like them to glance your way for more than a second is beyond me, let alone bond you; but when you do, you fucking destroy them. You’re a failure of an alpha, Toru Oikawa.” 

Truth be told, Oikawa thought that him covering up his bond mark would save you from trouble. The less people who knew about him being mated the less people to harass you. But he was your alpha. He was supposed to make sure that didn’t happen anyway.  Fuck, Iwa was right. He was a failure. This became evident as more and more things came hurdling back at him.  He didn’t even grab his duffel before he was, quite literally, sprinting out of the gym. He didn’t care who he pushed over. He didn’t care who he snapped at. He didn’t care. He only care about one person and one person alone. 

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You whined as hunger continued gnawing at your gut. You wanted to eat, really, but you just didn’t have the energy. You didn’t have the will. 

You still felt so numb and didn’t know where to go from here. At this point, it was clear you were in the midst of an Omega Depression, and to be fair-- that scared you. You wanted to spend the evening in your nest, restart and reboot, before talking to your alpha about it the next day. You truly didn’t mean to drop. 

But here you were. The aspect of ...starvation scared you. The aspect of no closure for yourself scared you. Death scared you. But you couldn’t fight yourself to fix it. Couldn’t bring yourself to even lift your head or stay awake for more than an hour. 

The door to your room slammed open, but you didn’t look up. It was probably your guardian coming in to try and get you to eat again. But you wouldn’t. 

Your heart dropped when the smell of burnt plastic invaded your sense. 

“No- no, no, no, no no- Please god no-” Oikawa felt his heart shatter at the sight of you. You looked like you had both feet dangling in the grave, hanging on by a loose root you grabbed onto in a last ditch effort. 

He continued repeating no while running his hands through his hair, already crying before he even set foot in your room.  When he did dare step closer, that was all it took before he was running to you, pulling you in close despite your whines of protest.  His grip on you was bruising, but he couldn’t risk letting you slip. Not again. 

“Please- please don’t leave me.” He sobbed into your shoulder, your own eyes stinging (Dehydration keeping tears from falling).  “I- I can fix this- I can fix us. Fuck- Please Y/N. Please omega, let me help you. Let me make this right!”

Though you didn’t say anything, the grip on his jacket told him all he needed to know. And though it would be a long road to recovery, you and him would conquer it. 

➵ Completely contrary to Oikawa, your drop wasn’t anyone’s fault.

➵Maybe the school systems, if there was blame to be put. 

➵So much had gone on in such a short period. 

➵You and your alpha, along with his team, had been bombarded with practice and paperwork in preparation for the upcoming tournament. 

➵But just because volleyball picked, doesn’t mean school drops off.

➵ You had essay after essay due, Unit exams which would soon fall into Final exams.

➵You and Hajime had barely even seen each other all week.

➵You both still sent each other good morning and good night texts, and if you see each other in the hallway you’ll give each other a quick peck. 

➵Honestly, it was obvious everyone was on edge. 

➵Teachers didn’t care though, they just kept piling on more, and more, and more work.

➵ And volleyball just kept getting closer and closer.

➵You stumbled into the gym with a chirp, trying to sort through the multitude of papers in your arms. 

➵Your back was aching and your arms were strained, but you couldn’t drop them. That would be a disaster. 

➵ The coach sent you a raised brow, offering a hand to help. You waved him off, sitting on the bench with a grunt.

➵Everyone was already sweaty and panting, practice in full swing. 

➵God, everyone looked so tired already. 

➵You could feel the waves of exhaustion.

➵ As they were just in deep in your bones as they were in theirs. 

___

“Did you finish filling out the registry forms?”

You looked up to the coach, nodding slowly before riffling through your papers and pulling out the ones you were looking for. You handed them to the beta, quickly going back to your notes once more. 

You noted the stumbled steps and slowed reflexes, but simply made it a point to emphasize rest with the boys. Maybe a day with no practice would do them more good then practice. 

Hajime was doing well, as usual, somehow keeping his head and energy high. You know he hasn’t gotten much rest either, and you felt for your alpha. Honestly, you just wanted one day with just you and your alpha, where you both could sleep the day away and come back good as new. 

That just sounded glorious. 

“You wouldn’t mind filling out the ref sheets either, would you?” The beta smirked, already handing you the sheets. He knew you had a tough time saying no to people older and/or bigger than you; and had you doing several things that most mangers would never touch.

It was tiring.

You reluctantly took the sheets, already starting on them. The notes you were working on were yanking from under you, the coach reading over them. 

He scoffed at your note of possibly skipping a practice. “Are you serious?” 

“I’m sorry?”

“Take a break?! These boys are on the brink of a skillful breakthrough, and you want to stop them?!” 

You closed in on yourself at the yells, trying to focus on the ref sheets. He continued yelling and berating you for the notes you made. You could feel the teams stares on you, but you also knew they wanted you to learn to stand up for yourself. They had been giving you a few minutes to try and collect yourself and if nothing happened they would step in. 

It only took seconds for you to finally break down, sobbing into your hands as the coach’s yelling reached a breaking point. The team took very time to act then and there. 

Oikawa and Kyoutani were snapping and growling, pushing him back and away from you while Hajime slid onto his knees in front of you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your bond mark. He rocked you side to side, purring and letting you cry. 

You sobbed and sobbed while the coach tried backtracking, but it was too late. The pack was on defense. One of them was in danger and they were going to make sure they all were safe. 

___

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up, your in Hajime’s arms, which are wrapped tight around your waist. 

Oikawa was on the other side of you, head on Hajime’s thigh, Makki and Mattsun were cuddling together a little to the left of you. Kyoutani was closest to you (He had a soft spot for you, almost like you were another older sister to him). You ran a hand through his hair for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out. The rest of the team was scattered in the puppy pile around you, and the gym was dark. 

In fact, everything was dark. There were chairs propped up by the door, just in case you supposed, and there were jackets littered everywhere. Your heart fluttered at the thought. 

Hajime’s arms subconsciously tightened around you, luring you back into sleep.

You, your alpha, and your pack.