#we usually call when we get back from work but i couldn’t cause i broke down as soon as i came home

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[babygorewhore]

Daddy issues

After your dad is arrested, you try and beg for his job back. But Rafe Cameron decides another way for you to help your father. And his arrangement is different than you imagine.

Warnings! Daddy kink! Talks of violence! Slight reference to abuse! Choking! Blow job! Rough unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Virginity loss! Dirty talk!

You didnt know if you were more angry or surprised when you got the call from the officer that your dad was arrested and currently in jail for assault. You were finished working your late shift at the restaurant when your phone rang.

You screamed in your car on the way to the station. Your dad was a dead beat. An asshole who didn’t know how to fucking control his temper. Daddy dearest also liked to get loud with you, throw things when he didn’t get his way and one time he slapped you in the face.

You slapped him back and threatened to slash his tires. But the threat was empty considering he needed to work, which you had no idea how he kept his job at the docks while working for Rafe Cameron. It used to be his father Ward until his suicide. You’d met him often while picking your dad up, given you had to share a car.

He was…polite you could say. But he was also scary. He glared at everyone and he was short tempered. You usually heard him snapping or yelling if something wasn’t done right. Your dad complained about how strict he was.

But his status and wealth made everyone obey him and intimidated you. His attractiveness however was on another level. His height made you feel small and his blue eyes cut through people.

You slammed the door at the station and went to the desk. After signing in, you tapped your foot impatiently as an officer came up to you.

“Are you…?”

“My dad is here. He just got arrested.” You ground out. You hated being here. She nodded and looked at paperwork in front of her.

“Are you here to post bail?”

“I’m here to see if there’s any way we can clear this up as a misunderstanding.” You tried to plead but she shook her head.

“Ma’am, he attacked a man at a stoplight. He beat him up to the point he lost one of his teeth.”

You pressed your head against your hand. Jesus Christ it was worse than you thought. “How much is bail?”

She looked again at the paperwork. “Looks like we’re at 6,000 dollars.”

“What? I thought the bail was lower than that!” You shrieked.

“Ma’am. He also had multiple charges. Public intoxication, disturbance and assault. He caused a lot of trouble. I suggest you alert his job tomorrow. But until then, he’s going to spend at least 60 days in jail.”

You started crying. You couldn’t help it. It hurt so much. You couldn’t get a break. And now you’d have to face Rafe Cameron and face the humiliation of your dad being in jail.

You cried on and off the next day as you had to switch your schedule to the evening and make the phone call to your dads manager about his current situation. It was immediate termination and you broke down even harder in your bedroom. You refused to take his phone call, afraid you’d explode on him.

As you got ready for another dreaded work shift, your phone started ringing to a number you didn’t recognize. Hesitantly, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Your dads in jail, huh?” You immediately froze. It was Rafe’s voice. How did he-well he was capable of finding anything out.

“I-um. Yes. And he can’t work for you anymore. But if you’ll please reconsider. I know he’s a piece of shit but this is the only job he’s lasted out and we desperately need the money. I’m trying to get a car and we have to share one. I know this is probably pointless but I can’t help but try. So please, please take him back.” More tears came and you felt like a total cry baby but you pushed through.

You expected him to laugh but instead silence met you.

You bit your lip hard enough it bled.

“Meet me at my house. I’ll text you the address. I have a proposition for you.”

“Why can’t you tell me over the phone?” Your stomach tightened.

“Do you want me to help you or not?”

“Yes. Of course. I’ll be there.”

“Good girl.”

You set the phone down but seconds later his address came through in a text and your breath stopped short. He wanted to see you after work.

Five minutes before closing and after you finished cleaning, the drive to Rafe’s house wasn’t that far and now you knocked on his door. When he answered, you tried not to reveal how much you found him attractive. His hair was in his face and his eyes were glazed as he looked down at you. His fingers twitched and you imagined what he was doing with that hand…

Rafe gestured with his head for you to come in and you followed him inside the massive penthouse. He had everything you imagined. Expensive furniture, floors and lights.

You followed him to the kitchen where he pointed to the bar stool. “Have a seat.” He muttered.

You obeyed and watched as he circled the island in the center of the room. ��So. You wanna save your dads job?”

“Yes. I’m willing to do anything-“ You stopped short when a smirk fell on his face.

“Anything?” Rafe challenged. “It looked like you hated him whenever I saw you talk to him.”

“It’s complicated.” You replied and his smirk grew into a cruel smile.

“Looks like someone has daddy issues.” Rafe countered and you crossed your arms.

“I-well when you put it that way-“

“I’m just bringing up what you’re telling me. Your dad beats the shit out of someone. He went to jail-and now you’re doing anything you can to fix it. Tell me if I missed anything.” Rafe’s voice was low and you hated that he was right.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound pushy. I’m just in a tight spot.”

“Oh I’m sure you’re in a…tight spot.” His meaning was clear and you swallowed.

That was the exchange.

“Look at you. Being a little smart girl and figuring it out. I’m gonna get to the point. You want me to take him back? Bail him out? I get to fuck you. Anywhere. Anytime. And anyplace I want. No condoms. No hidden birth control. No. I wanna see my cum leak out of that desperate pussy.”

Your mouth opened and closed. “I can’t just fuck a stranger. And no birth control? I can’t fucking get pregnant.”

“I’m a selfish whore, baby. And I can afford one. And those are my terms. Either that. Or your dad rots.”

You bit your lip. You weren’t in a position to say no. You needed the money. And Rafe was hot. There were worse guys. Rafe got closer, his big hands reaching to cup the side of your neck.

“Yeah? You want it?”

Slowly, you nodded.

Rafe crooked a finger, signaling you to come closer. You stepped down and approached him gingerly and looked into his gaze. Rafe then latched his hand around your throat. His grip was so strong your feet almost lifted in the air and your eyes widened as he crushed his lips to yours.

His lips devoured you as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You weren’t experienced. Sure, you’d touched yourself and made out with people.

But actual fucking? You’d never done that. And you knew that was about to change.

“You want me to take care of you, don’t you?” Rafe loosened his hold on your neck and pressed you against the island counter, “need someone to be your daddy?”

Your hands flew to his chest as you brought him impossibly closer, his lips sucked your skin with bruising force. You opened your mouth as he slipped his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He commanded and you listened. Spit gathering on your lips as he kneed your legs apart and lifted you up on the counter.

“Need daddy to help you? Fill you up with my cum?” His dirty words made your cunt twitch as he started toying the end of your skirt. Your thighs dampened as he trailed his thick fingers along your flesh, his fingers grazing the wet patch of your underwear.

You started grinding to give any friction against your arousal as he apparently changed his mind and threw you to the ground by underneath your arms. Rafe gestured to the crotch of his pants. “Consider this your first payment, baby. You ever done this before?”

You shakily remained silent as he huffed an amused laugh.

“Really? A girl who’s such a perv that she’s willing to fuck someone giving her money? Never would have guessed. I guess I’ll be nice and help you.”

Rafe undressed his lower half, his cock leaked with precum and he took your hand. “Swipe it with your thumb, get it all wet.” His massive hand compared to yours was almost comical as he grabbed the back of your head.

“Open your mouth, princess. And remember to breathe through your nose.”

After that, he silenced whatever worries you had by shoving his dick forward. You run your tongue along the thick underside, lessening some of the heavy weight by massaging with your hand. You took the tip through your mouth, shoving down any nerves as you sucked. Rafe bobbed your head up and down as he pushed you further, your head bouncing as your eyes squeezed shut.

“No, no, open your slutty eyes and look at me.” He growled. He leaned over the arch of the space between the counter and where you sank on your knees. The skin of his cock was supple as you continued aiding with your hand. It was hot to the touch.

“Good fucking girl. Maybe I’ll reward you by fucking your pussy.” He started thrusting and hitting the back of your throat. “Breathe. Breathe through your nose.” He wiped a few tears away with his thumb as you listened to him.

You knew he was getting closer as he stopped talking, his breathing heavier as he moved your head. His cum spilled inside your mouth, as he released you and you coughed.

“Not bad for your first time. We’re gonna practice some more.” Rafe smirked as his face was flushed and his fist flexed.

He moved on top of you on the floor, hiking up your skirt and ripping off your panties. He spread apart your wet cunt and dipped his middle finger inside your clenching entrance. “You’re such a whore. Never done any of this and you’re already gonna cum. Should have known you’d be daddy’s cum slut.”

Rafe yanked your legs apart, and spit on your pussy. “Not that it needed it, but I’m gonna be a little more kind to you.” You shrieked as he grabbed your jaw.

“Are you on birth control?”

“No.” You quickly answered. “Never-never needed-“

“Good. And you’re not going to. Got it?” Rafe moaned as he pushed his tip in your pussy, “fuck you’re so tight.”

You winced from discomfort but then his knuckles hit your clit, aiding to relieve your tension as he circled them. “Gonna make you mine. Take you away from all that shit.” He grunted as he pushed further.

Rafe let you wrap your arms around his neck as he thrusted.

“Tell daddy you like it.”

“I like it.” You sobbed as he moved harder. “I like it, daddy.”

It was slightly shameful how quickly you came all over him and spilled onto your legs. Rafe also came again and you felt it inside you. He was serious about no protection.

He stayed for a few seconds before getting up. And pulling his pants back on. He extended his hand and pulled you up. You knew you were a sight to be seen, fucked out eyes and messy hair. You just lost your virginity to Rafe Cameron.

You cleared your throat and watched him sweep his eyes over your face. “So. My dad?”

He shrugged. “He’s already out.”

You paled. “What?”

“I posted bail a few minutes before you got here. But as for his job, you’re gonna have to work harder than that. I have conditions.”

“But I already said-“

“More than just fucking you, baby girl. I own you now. You are mine and no one gets to even think about fucking you. I will cross any line you make to keep me away. And if you try, I will punish you.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” You whimpered as he loomed over you.

“And?” He mocked. “You already agreed. You need me. Don’t you?” He cupped your jaw. Tightly but not as harsh.

“Yeah.” You leaned in to his touch. Your defenses are completely down. You needed care. You were always working. Always cleaning up after someone’s mess. And now…he was going to take care of you.

And either make your daddy issues better.

Or worse.

@xxhellfirebunnyxx @imyourdaninow @lesservillain @take-everything-you-can @slvt4jamesmarch @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @scene-and-dandylover @emsgoodthinkin

[onsomenewsht]

from the vault:

she's unpredictable, unforgettable

》 Beautiful Crazy, Luke Combs

》 Leah Williamson x Reader

》 wear one's heart on one's sleeve [idiom]: to show one's emotions very openly

“My love, just one more”

“Don’t my love me, Williamson!”

“Use my full name if you want to make it believable”, she smirks as she comes closer to you.

After years together, the blonde footballer still manages to amaze you with that effortless charming attitude.

Whipped around her finger, that’s who you are.

“I’m still on time to call the wedding off”

“Jokes on you, we already signed the papers”

The work you’re trying to finish is forgotten on the kitchen island as soon as she slots herself between your legs, hands on your thighs too strategically placed to be casual.

Leah closes the distance, kissing first your forehead to then carefully graze her favourite features of your face – the tip of your nose, your cheeks, even the hidden space behind your ears.

When she finds your lips, the kiss is soft and tastes a lot like the comfort of home.

“Nice try, we’re still not adding another one”, you whisper with your eyes still closed.

“Oh, come on!”

“You’re turning it into a country concert”

“And how could that possibly be a bad thing?”, she genuinely asks, folding her arms in the stubborn way you learned to love.

A child-like behaviour that, despite her frown, always gets a loud laugh out of you. One more proof you actually just married a tall, blonde, stubborn toddler.

You prompt her to sit on the kitchen island top, holding her waist in your hands - work long forgotten.

“I want to renegotiate”

“Let me hear your terms”

You realised pretty soon in your relationship with the English skipper that the best way to deal with her in a mood to get what she wants is letting her think she can have her way.

The fact that you usually end up giving her anything she wants regardless is a completely different story.

“You let me add one more country song on the reception’s playlist and I’ll take that cooking course with you”

“You promised that three one-more-songs ago”

Leah’s frown grows in contemplation. You can’t tell if she forgot or she just hoped you did. Either way, she needs to find something else to bribe you with.

“I’ll dedicate my next goal to you”

“You’re a defender”, giggles escape you as a finger traces the deep line between her eyebrows, “and you already do”

“Ohi, I will stop buying those big boy shorts you hate”

“You promised that on our first anniversary and I can’t even remember how many times you broke that promise at this point!”

“I never promised that, I said I would try for you”

Another country song is not gonna ruin the party you two are planning to celebrate your marriage, you know that. But the curiosity to see how much she’s willing to put on the line to win this little game of yours is just too much fun.

“You could let me add it just ‘cause you love me”

“Already done that one Taylor’s Version ago”

“My love, please!”

The athlete’s blonde head drops dramatically on your shoulder, her arms enveloping you and holding you firmly. The calm lasts a second, though. Your hands barely reach the back of her neck when she sprints away with a new determination on her face.

“Just listen to it, you will like this one”

Laughs fill your home as she runs to find her phone, almost tripping on her own feet, to come back in the kitchen with a cocky smile and two country hats.

“Don’t even try–”

The acoustic version of a familiar song resonates in the room. Leah carefully places one hat on your head before finding the right key to join the singer in an quite impressive duet.

And here you were, thinking you couldn’t fall in love with her more.

When she offers you her hand, lovingly guiding the two of you in a slow dance in the middle of your kitchen, you’re sure she is more than the love of your life.

The song stops, and you don’t even realise. Her lips and hands fade the world around.

“Just one more”

[holylulusworld]

Second-Hand

Summary: He only wants you.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega (fem) Reader

Warnings: mentions of rejection, scenting, a/b/o, mentions of feral alpha, fluff

Written for @caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge #4.

I chose the prompt: "The scar on my neck? My Mate broke our bond and left me."

The alarm is so loud you can barely think. Red lights indicate that something terrible must’ve happened at the Avengers Tower.

“Y/N,” Bruce storms inside the laboratory, searching for you. “I need to get you out of here. It’s the Captain. He’s out of control.”

“Captain America is out of control?” You worriedly look at Bruce. “What happened? What do we do now?”

Bruce grabs your hand to guide you out of the laboratory. “We’ve got not much time left. His alpha took over and you are the only unmated omega in this building. The others try to keep him under control until I got you somewhere safe.”

“What did he do?” 

“He trashed his room and almost attacked Tony,” Bruce grabs your hand again to guide you toward the nearby elevator. “He’s growling like a beast. I fear he’s gone feral.”

“Feral,” you whisper. “If he goes feral, he’s lost forever. We need to help him. I need to help him. The world needs him. The Avengers need him.”

“Y/N, we can think of something after I brought you somewhere safe. We can’t waste more time.” Your boss tries to guide you toward the elevator, but you shake his hand off. “Y/N?”

“I can help him,” you say, and step away from Bruce. “I know you mean well, but people, especially alphas calm in my presence. I think it has something to do with my scent.”

“This is insane,” Bruce calls after you. It’s too late. You dash along the hallways, following Steve’s scent. It’s distinctive. No other scent ever lured you in or made your toes curl. 

“Where are you going?” Your boss is chasing after you now, desperate to stop you from making a grave mistake. “He’s going to hurt you! Y/N, please stop. Don’t do this.”

You’re unstoppable. Bruce may be the Hulk, but your instinct makes you run faster, and faster. You don’t know what you’re going to do when you find Steve, but you must help him.

“Y/N?” Tony asks when you push him out of your way. You stop right in front of the room they locked Steve in. You purr low in your throat and sniff at the door. “You need to get out of here. He’ll tear the door down if he scents you!”

It’s too late. Steve slams his body against the door, making it creak.

“OMEGA!” He growls your presentation. “Mine!”

“What happened? What caused him to lose control so easily?” You press your ear against the door to listen to his heavy breathing. “Mr. Stark. What happened?”

“He came back from a mission, pumped up with adrenaline. We couldn’t save them all,” Tony whispers to not rile Steve up even more. “We tried to calm down, but Steve was out of it. He blamed himself for losing two of the hostages - and then he scented you.”

“Me?” You don’t understand why your scent drove Steve up the wall. He never acted differently around you. 

Most of the time he gave you a short hello, and a genuine smile. You never talked for long. Only the usual interaction with someone working at the same place. He’s not one of your colleagues, and you are not one of the Avengers. It’s that simple.

“I’ll go inside and try to help him,” you move your hand to the door handle. “Whatever you hear, don’t come inside.”

“Y/N, you don’t know what a feral alpha is going to do to you,” Bruce finally caught up with you. He places his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off.

“I know exactly what alphas are capable of,” you turn around to look at Bruce and Tony. “The scar on my neck?” You remove your scarf to show them the scar they didn’t dare to ask you about. “My mate broke our bond and left me. That’s all I got left of him.”

“A feral alpha is something else than a douche letting you down,” Tony tries to stop you, but you already unlock the door. “Y/N!”

“I told you to not interfere.” You slip inside the room and slam the door shut behind you. “Lock the door and don’t come in.”

Steve sits on the floor of the padded cell, cradling something that looks like the cardigan you’re missing. He sniffs at the fabric and purrs low in his throat. “Hi, Captain.”

He’s lost in his instinct, not even hearing your soft voice calling his name. 

You kneel on the padded ground and slowly move toward Steve.

“Steve, I need you to calm down and look at me.”

“Omega,” Steve dips his head. His eyes glow when your scent hits his sensitive nose. “Omega!”

He drops your cardigan to the ground and pounces on you. You try not to scream when he grasps you. He buries you under his body, holding your trembling form in a tight grip.

Unlike everyone expected, he’s surprisingly careful and gentle. Steve nuzzles you and sniffs at your neck. “Mine.”

“I once had an alpha calling me his mate. He was possessive and passionate until he found someone better. His true mate.”

“Mine,” Steve kisses the scar on your neck, focused on taking the pain of your broken bond away. “Omega.”

“If you want me, I must tell you that I was claimed before. He left me,” you close your eyes, and enjoy feeling Steve’s warmth surround you. “I’m secondhand.”

He nuzzles your scar. “I don’t care. You’re mine. I’m your alpha.”

“You’re my alpha.” 

Part 2

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[andvys]

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 21

Warnings: none really, the tiniest amount of angst, mentions of insecurities and jealousy, allusions to an ED. Proofread but poorly, if you saw any mistakes... no you didn't

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader , Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You and Eddie pay Steve and Robin a visit at Scoops Ahoy.

Word count: 5.3k+

A/N: @hellfire--cult I added the ice cream scene we talked about, I hope you like it hehe

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Eddie is looking out the window, sipping on the coffee he just made. The rain paddles down the windows, thunder rumbling softly in the distance. The light summer storms had always been his favorite, for some reason it always gave him an odd sense of comfort.

He didn’t sleep last night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the tears in your eyes, the ones that he had caused. He felt so guilty, he still feels guilty. He was scared, jealous and worried. The fear of losing you pushed him to behave so horribly towards you. The fear of losing you to him. Eddie had always wondered what would happen if you let Steve back into your life, it scared him because he knew, he knows that he holds nothing to Steve. 

He thought that it was already happening, that he was already losing you and it hurt. He got defensive and he hurt you without realizing it. 

The sound of footsteps pulls him out of his thoughts, he looks back, blood rushes to his cheeks and his eyes widen. He halts every movement, hand frozen mid air as he was just about to take another sip of the steaming hot coffee. 

He was just about to greet you with one of his cheeky smiles but, it’s not you who just walked down the stairs. It’s your mom – who he thought was already at work. 

Just like him, she halts in her tracks and looks at the metalhead in surprise. She is already in her scrubs, a bag thrown over her shoulder and a tired look on her face. 

If Eddie wasn’t in just his boxers and a shirt, he would’ve been less embarrassed. 

She chuckles when she notices how embarrassed he looks, she walks into the kitchen, shaking her head in amusement. 

“Good morning, Eddie.”

“M-Morning,” Eddie stammers, scratching the back of his neck, he places the mug on the kitchen counter. 

He feels awkward. It’s not the first time that he slept over but he usually never ran into your mom in the mornings.

“You’re up early,” she says, seemingly not surprised about your little slumber party. She reaches for her favorite mug in the cupboard, she turns around, glancing at Eddie, “couldn’t sleep?” 

He shakes his head at her, watching as she prepares her coffee. 

“The storm woke me up.”

She nods and furrows her brows as she takes a sip. 

“Are you kids doing anything fun today?” 

Eddie’s lips twitch. He is convinced that your mom will always call you ‘kids’. 

“Nah, I don’t think so,” he shrugs, “we might get some food at Benny’s later.”

“That’s nice, enjoy your last free day before tomorrow,” she says in amusement. Both you and Eddie are starting your full time jobs tomorrow. 

Eddie groans, closing his eyes for a moment. 

“From teenage hell to adult hell,” Eddie mumbles.

She laughs, shaking her head at him.

“Oh Eddie, it won’t be that bad, you’ve worked with cars before and you loved it every time, didn’t you?” 

“I mean, yeah.”

“See, it’s going to be fine. – Well, I’m going to my ‘adult hell’ now,” she jokes as she makes her way out of the kitchen but then halts in her tracks. Eddie straightens up when she turns around, now with a more serious look on her face. 

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He tilts his head, not quite understanding what she is thanking him for. 

She notices the confusion in his eyes. 

“I don’t know what would’ve happened if she didn’t have you – after her and Steve broke up, you know?” 

Eddie’s eyes soften. He nods his head slowly.

“You make her happy.” 

He looks down at his cup. He is happy to hear that, though the guilt from treating you so badly yesterday, still lingers deep inside. 

“O-Oh and Eddie, I really don’t want to have to tell you this but, please use protection, my daughter is too young to have a baby.” 

Eddie almost chokes on the sip of coffee he just swallowed. His eyes widen, his jaw drops and he stares at the awkward look on your mom’s face. 

“Ma’am! We are not – it’s not like that!” 

She raises her brows. Now, she is tilting her head at him. 

“It’s not.. Wait –” her eyes widen when she takes in the sight of his flustered face, “are you two not.. dating?” 

“Excuse me?” Eddie laughs, nervously. 

She is quiet, for the longest two minutes, she is quiet and stares at Eddie in genuine confusion. She seems to think over every moment she has seen you with Eddie. 

He would have laughed if he wasn’t so flustered. 

She shakes her head and mumbles some incoherent words under her breath. She clutches her purse tighter against her body. By the look on her face, Eddie already knows that you will be having an awkward conversation later with your mom. 

“Nevermind,” she laughs, waving at him, “I gotta go. Have a nice day.” 

She rushes out before he can even form a sentence. 

“You too,” Eddie mumbles. 

A sigh falls from his lips when he hears the front door shutting. His brows knit together and he just now notices that his heart is racing in his chest. All this time, your mom thought that you were dating. 

Should he be surprised? 

Most people think that about you two. Benny. The old couple that sat in the booth behind you the other day. Your boss at the record store, Dustin and Uncle Wayne. And now, your mom too. 

Why? 

Is it because a friendship between a male and a female is so unusual? 

Is it because you two are close? Closer than friends should be? 

Is it because of the way he looks at you?

“Good morning.”

Your voice pulls Eddie out of his thoughts, he looks up to find you standing in the doorway. A tired look on your face, lips puffy and hair falling down your shoulders messily, a big shirt hanging loosely on your frame. Fuck. You look cute. 

“Morning, sweetheart.”

You give him a small smile and make your way over to the coffee pot when you smell the freshly brewed coffee. 

“You made coffee? You’re the best, Ed’s,” you say with a tired and groggy voice. 

His heart skips a beat. It’s not the first time that he gets to see you like this. You have spent many mornings together, yet, something feels different. 

“I’m so glad you stayed over, last night. Slumber parties with you are always fun.”

“You just loved using me as your doll,” he jokes. 

You scrunch your face up, turning around to look at him. There are still a few braids in his hair, traces of the black eyeliner that you draw on his eyelids, he got a little too dramatic when soap got into his eyes after he tried to wash it off again. 

A giggle falls from your lips, “not like you didn’t like it,” you say into your cup as you take a sip. 

Eddie saw it, the cheeky smirk that crossed your face, only for a second, but he saw it. 

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t like it. 

Last night, he was scared that things would be awkward after the way he treated you all day. You had every right to be mad at him, to give him the cold shoulder but you didn’t. Instead, you hugged him, even kissed his cheek and apologized in case you did something that upset him, after all. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want you to apologize. You had no reason to apologize but somehow you completely dismissed it when he told you that. You ‘easily’ moved on from the cold shoulder he gave you all day, you took his hand and led him downstairs and pretended that everything was fine. 

You were desperate to keep the peace. 

That’s how it worked in your relationship with Steve. You wanted peace during war. The moment he laid down the invisible weapons he hurt you with, you were quick to jump into his arms, submitting to him without considering the other option – walk away and never look back, something that you should have done to protect yourself and your fragile heart. 

Eddie doesn’t want you to do the same you did with Steve. He doesn’t want you to submit just to keep the peace. You are allowed to be upset and to show him that. You have a voice, just like he does and he wants you to know that. 

That is something you still have to learn.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, unable to hide the grin on his face. 

You shrug, biting your bottom lip, “nothing.”

You look at him from beneath your lashes, acting innocent, like you didn’t straddle his waist to draw the lines on his eyelids, last night.

“Are you planning to go home anytime soon?” 

“Are you trying to kick me out?” He chuckles. 

“Yes,” you joke as you make your way over to him, “of course not. I was thinking that we could just watch movies all day, maybe get some food later?”

You stop in front of him and he can’t help but stare at you. The way you clutch the mug to your chest, the way you stand there in the big shirt that definitely belongs to him – you must’ve stolen it after a sleepover at his place. You look at him with the cutest smile he had ever seen. Shit. 

He reaches for your hand, pulling you closer, instinctively. 

“I’d love to spend my last day of freedom with you,” he says dramatically. 

You roll your eyes, laughing. 

“Always so dramatic, Eddie. But, I’d love to spend my last day of freedom with you too.” 

“Perfect,” he smiles at you, “let’s start with breakfast.”

“Pancakes?” 

“Pancakes.” 

-

The new record store at the mall is smaller than the old one in town, it’s much more crowded and there is less space – much less space but for some reason, it appears cozier this way. The lights are dim, making the store much darker than all the other ones in the mall, string lights hang from the ceiling and posters of bands and singers decorate the gray walls. 

You’ve been stacking up records for the past few hours, desperately counting down the hours till lunch break. It’s not that you aren’t used to working but a full time job is definitely different from part time, after school a few days a week.

You are grateful for your boss though, a middle aged man – a retired ‘rockstar’ who had taken a great liking to Eddie, you’re not surprised. He is nice, very laid back and he allows you to choose the music that always plays in the background. You can wear whatever you want and don’t have to worry about any work uniforms. 

The bell above the door rings, you don’t turn around to see who it is, assuming that it’s another customer. 

“Excuse me, miss, you don’t happen to have the new Metallica album do you?” 

A smile tugs at your lips, you place the last record into the shelf before you turn around. 

“Miss, really?” You giggle. 

Eddie stands in front of you with a teasing grin. Hands behind his back, hair pulled into a low bun, a few strands falling out of the hair tie. He is wearing a red and black flannel, the sleeves bunched up at his elbows. Your eyes stop at his tattoos as always. You swallow. 

“Where’s your sexy work uniform?” You tease. 

Eddie chuckles, leaning against the counter, he eyes you, “I don’t have one yet – besides, they let me sit at the front desk, can you believe that?” 

“Wait what? You’re the hot secretary now?” You tease, walking towards him, “the wives better hide their husbands.” 

A laugh falls from his lips and he scrunches his face up in disgust, “you mean the grumpy mechanics who don’t let me do shit?” 

You frown. 

“Lee – I mean, Wayne’s friend, the dude who hired me wasn’t in today and the other’s apparently know my dad so, they weren’t exactly happy to see me there. They don’t trust me.”

Eddie doesn’t look sad about it, more so annoyed. 

You roll your eyes and scoff, “those stinky old assholes.”

He laughs, eyes lighting up in amusement. 

“Do you want me to kick their asses? Cause you know, I will.”

He takes your hand, pulling you towards him, “oh you will, huh? Gonna get into trouble for little old me?” He smirks. 

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes, “I will, yeah.”

“Lee will be back tomorrow, he’ll let me work.”

You nod. 

“Well, if they know your dad then they also gotta know that he was good with cars at least, right?” You ask, shrugging.

He nods, rolling his eyes, “yeah but, I don’t think they remember him for that. They just remember him for the shit he stole while he still worked there, oh and the money he took from the cash register.”

“The cash register at the front desk?”

“Yeah.”

“So… they do trust you, Eddie. Otherwise they wouldn’t trust you around the cash register if they thought that you’re anything like your dad – which, you could never be, by the way.” 

Eddie’s lips lift into a smile.

“You’re Wayne’s boy, they know that. Hell, even Steve’s dad called you Wayne’s boy.”

His eyes widen, “wait, he did?” 

“Yeah! When I was over for dinner at Steve’s place, you know, back in december?”

He nods.

“I told them about you and when I told them your name, his dad called you Wayne’s boy – he knew your dad too, by the way. He still called you Wayne’s boy.”

Eddie always thought that the Munson name was a curse. Most people know him as his father’s son – something he can’t stand. He doesn’t want to be like him, ever. People always hated him for things that he never did. Not only did they accuse him of things that his father did, they also made up stories about him, the rumors he heard about himself, made him physically sick sometimes.

If he wasn’t a satanist or a criminal, he was that ‘good for nothing Munson kid’. 

He had always worried about what people thought of him, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he always worried. Especially when it came to you but, you never made him feel like that, like he’s ‘good for nothing’. You made him feel like he is someone. Someone who matters, someone who can be more than just that Munson kid. Someone who is special. 

“You’re the best Munson – don’t tell Wayne I said that.” 

He chuckles at your words but looks down at you with softened eyes. Your opinion matters the most to him. 

“You are so hardworking, Eddie, always helping your uncle and doing everything you can to make the people around you happy. Taking me out and buying me stuff even though you don’t have to! Not that I don’t love the things you get me,” you gesture to the rings on your fingers, making him smile. “I guess, what I’m trying to say is, you’re amazing and you are good. You’re nothing like your dad.”

You always get to him like no one else can. Even with just a few simple words, you touch his soul in a way no one else ever did – no one else ever will. Not only do you give him comfort and reassurance without needing to, after all, you’re just friends, you don’t owe him reassurance but you do it naturally. 

“Shit, sweetheart, are you trying to make me cry on my lunch break?” He jokes. 

“Of course not.”

You smile up at him with big eyes, that alone, gives him that nervous tingle, again. 

You know that he still feels bad for how he treated you last Saturday. You don’t want him to. He apologized, he made you breakfast, took you to Family Video, bought you ice cream and apologized about ten times. You know that he regrets it. You know that it won’t happen again, that he won’t do it again. 

“No making out while you’re on the clock, young lady.”

You pull away from Eddie to look at your boss. He is holding a clipboard in his hands, his glasses low on the bridge of his nose, he looks at you with a straight face, though you can see the amusement in his eyes when he notices the panicked look on your face. 

“We’re not–”

“How’s it going, rockstar?” He asks, flashing Eddie a smile as he walks behind the counter, placing the clipboard down, he takes his glasses off. 

“Good, I’m just here to check out the new store,” Eddie says, lying. “Been meaning to buy the new Metallica album.”

“You ain’t fooling anyone, boy. You already bought it when we were still downtown.” 

Eddie chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “ah shit, you got a good memory don’t you?”

Rufus crosses his arms over his chest, chuckling, “I do.” He looks at you, “do you wanna go on break now?”

“I’m not done with the records–”

“It’s fine, you finish that later, you’ve been stacking them up all morning, go eat something, kid.” 

“I won’t say no to do that,” you chuckle. 

You get your purse from the backroom and take off your name tag before you leave the store with Eddie. Even though it’s only 2pm, the mall is already crowded. 

“I’m so excited to see Steve and Robin in their uniforms.”

“Are you really ready to see them? I bet Steve is wearing booty shorts.” 

You giggle and step closer to Eddie when a group of boys walks past you. Eddie places his hand on your back when you press your side against his. 

“Do you wanna get some pizza first?”

“Uh no, I’ve been thinking about ice cream all day!” 

He looks down at you skeptically, “did you eat breakfast, at least?”

You give him an innocent smile, “yes?”

“Sweetheart,” he mumbles, his smile slipping. “You didn’t have any breakfast?”

“I had coffee.”

“That’s not breakfast!” 

“I wasn’t hungry – oh look, Scoops Ahoy!” 

He gives you a disapproving look and takes your hands in his before you can walk into the store, he turns you towards him. 

“We can go eat something first if you’re hungry,” you say. 

He smiles at you, shaking his head, “no, I’m not hungry, right now.”

“We can get takeout later?” You offer with a smile on your face, “you can pick where to go.”

“Nah, you can pick, sweetheart.”

You look into his brown eyes, you feel the warmth of his hand, he is looking at you, he is looking at you in a way that makes you feel seen. He had always looked at you that way, right from the start. You were unaware of the feeling that was going on inside of you, you were too focused on the pain. But now, now you feel. 

You squeeze his hand, his lips twitch, something else takes over his face, something that makes your heart race. 

Here you are, standing in the middle of the bustling mall, ignoring everything that is happening around you. 

You’re holding his hand, standing close, you’re looking at each other, you are looking into his eyes as he traces every inch of your face with his eyes. 

“Out of the way, lovebirds.”

You both furrow your brows and tear your eyes away from each other, looking down to find Erica Sinclair glaring at you with an ice cream cone in her hand, her friends standing behind her, with similar looks on their faces. 

“You are blocking the way!” She says, pointing her finger at you. 

“Hello to you too, baby Sinclair,” Eddie says, knowing that it will piss her off. 

She narrows her eyes at him, looking him up and down with a glare before she looks at you. 

“I’m sorry, Lady Applejack, didn’t mean to block your passage,” you chuckle. 

You and Eddie step out of the way, looking at each other in amusement when she glares at you both before walking away with her friends. 

“Such a mean girl.”

“Mean in a cool way,” Eddie says, chuckling. 

“Definitely,” you snort. 

You let go of his hand when you walk into the shop, you look around, a few tables are occupied but the shop is mostly empty. When you look over at the counter, you see him, Steve, who ‘subtly’ took his hat off and threw it on the ground the moment you walked in. 

You only see half of his outfit as he is still behind the counter, yet, you can’t help but giggle, not because of the shirt but because of the pink cheeks, he is embarrassed. 

Robin comes out of the backroom just as you walk up to the counter with Eddie by your side. 

She halts in her tracks.

Eddie stares at her and Steve with raised brows, taking in the sight of their uniforms. 

“Damn Buckley,” Eddie chuckles, looking her outfit up and down in amusement, “you ready to set sail?”

You giggle at the annoyed look on her face. 

“Has Ch– your crush seen you like this yet?” He teases her. 

“Who’s your crush?” Steve asks. 

“None of your business, Dingus,” she scoffs with flushed cheeks. 

“Steve, show me your whole outfit,” you giggle.

Steve sighs, hazel eyes filled with embarrassment as he walks around the counter. He rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair again before he gestures to his whole outfit – the short shorts. 

“Ta da!” He mumbles, mockingly. 

Eddie snorts, “damn Harrington, turn around, show us the booty shorts from the back.”

“Dude,” Steve mumbles with a frown on his face, causing Eddie to laugh. 

“I don’t know, the shorts are kinda doing it for me.”

All three of them turn to look at you with surprised looks on their faces. Eddie’s brows are raised. Robin tilts her head at you and Steve looks flustered. 

You turn away from him with a giggle. Taking a step closer to the counter, you take a look at all the different ice cream flavors. You lick your lips, “so.. can I get some ice cream?”

Robin glances at Steve, who nods his head, “s-sure!” 

He walks around her, reaching for the scooper in his pocket, he flashes you a small smile, “so uh, what flavor do you want?” 

“Hmm, I don’t know, surprise me!” 

He smiles at you, loving the way your eyes are lit up as you look at all the flavors. You look happy again. He wondered how you felt after what happened with Eddie, he contemplated on giving you a call just to check on you but he didn’t want to cross any boundaries. 

He glances at Eddie, wondering how he is feeling after the way he behaved towards you. Steve always felt guilty, yet he kept repeating the same mistakes over and over again. He knows that Eddie won’t do the same thing he did, he saw the look in his eyes, the regret and the guilt when he finally realized how much he hurt you. Eddie would never do this to you again but neither would he – if he could turn back time, everything would be different. 

He hands you the ice cream cone. 

“U.S.S Butterscotch for the lady,” he grins. 

“Thanks sailor,” you giggle as you take the cone from his hand. 

“I’ll be right back,” you hear Robin say, stopping her conversation with Eddie, she goes back into the backroom.

“Oh, that’s good!”

Steve chuckles at the excited look in your eyes after trying the ice cream. 

“You like it?” Steve asks, smiling as he watches you eat. 

You nod, “mhmm, I’m gonna be here every lunch break.”

Steve’s eyes light up, this will be the highlight of every day here. Maybe, this job won’t suck after all. 

“Eddie, you need to try some of this!”

You turn to him, smiling happily. 

He chuckles, not at the excited look on your face but at the ice cream on the corner of your mouth. He doesn’t even think before he stretches his hand out to cup your cheek, using his thumb to get the ice cream off your lip. 

It’s something he had done before, hell, it’s something that you have done before. Yet, it feels different. His touch feels different. It makes your heart flutter. 

You stand frozen in place, staring at him wide eyed with a blush on your cheeks. You watch how he licks the ice cream off his thumb, humming at the taste of it. 

When he finally notices how you look at him, he grows flustered as well. His heart skips a beat when he sees how flustered you are but he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. He stares at you and you stare at him. 

And Steve looks between the two of you with an annoyed look on his face. He clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes. The bitter taste on his tongue almost becomes too overwhelming. 

He claps his hands together to pull you two out of whatever trance you are both in. He's annoyed and jealous.

You and Eddie flinch at the loud noise, you two blink, cheeks growing hotter. 

He clears his throat and you look down at the ice cream. 

“So, what do you want, Eddie?” Steve asks, giving him a fake smile as he points to all the ice cream flavors. 

Eddie’s heart is racing and he is far from feeling calm. The blush is clearly very visible on his cheeks, otherwise Steve wouldn’t stare at his cheeks that way. 

“Give me a few samples, man,” Eddie smirks. 

“Of course, the fucking samples,” Steve mumbles as he reaches for one of the sampling spoon. “Alright dude, what do you want?” He sighs. 

A smug look appears on Eddie’s face when he sees the annoyance in Steve’s eyes. 

“Let’s start with the boring ones,” he chuckles, “give me the strawberry one, please.”

Eddie tilts his head to the side, giving Steve a smile that makes you laugh. You lean against the counter and watch the two of them. How Steve scoops up some of the strawberry ice cream and hands Eddie the tiny spoon. 

“There you go,” Steve mumbles. 

“Thanks dude.”

You lick your ice cream, watching Eddie try the pink ice cream. 

Steve places both hands on his counter, rolling his eyes at Eddie before he looks at you. Watching you. 

The windows behind him slide open and Robin looks out, smirking at you. 

“You guys wanna know what Steve said to one of our customers earlier?” She asks, “or better yet, how he tried to flirt?”

You raise your brows. 

You aren’t surprised to hear that he is flirting with girls again, but the feeling inside of you is still an unpleasant one. You don’t want him. You really don’t want him anymore but you are not in control of your feelings. You can’t help but feel that sour taste on your tongue.

Steve groans, closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“Don’t. I wasn’t flirting!” 

He really wasn’t flirting, yet, he still glances at you, wanting to know how you react to the news of him ‘flirting’. You instantly break eye contact and look down. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that you are jealous. 

“Oh no no, do tell us what he said,” Eddie says, throwing the spoon into the little trash can, “give me the cinnamon one now.”

Steve sighs, “yeah yeah.”

“What did he say, Robin?” 

Steve looks back at Robin, shaking his head at her, mouthing, ‘please don’t.’

She just gives him another smug smile before she clears her throat. 

“Ahoy ladies! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve H–”

“Robin!” Steve groans, turning around to glare at her after handing Eddie another sample.

You and Eddie burst into laughter, both at the deep voice she mocked and at the words that apparently spilled from his lips earlier. He reaches for one of the bananas on the counter, throwing it at her but she slides the windows shut again before it can hit her. 

“King Steve is Captain Steve now,” you giggle. 

He turns around, glaring at you with flushed cheeks. 

“Harrington, saying you will take them into an ocean of flavor is not the way.”

Steve clenches his jaw, glaring at the metalhead who leans down, placing his elbows on the counter. The smug look on his face, the smirk and amusement in his eyes is making him angry. 

“Now, can I try the… banana boat?” 

At his choice, Steve smirks and nods. He reaches for another spoon from the little bowl, scooping some of the ice cream on it, he holds it out to him but before Eddie can reach for the spoon, he puts it up to his mouth. Eddie frowns in confusion, he opens his mouth but before he can say anything, Steve sticks the spoon into his mouth, catching him off guard. 

“Is that enough flavor for you, Munson?” 

Your eyes widen and you raise your hand towards your lips, holding a giggle back at the shocked look on Eddie’s face. 

Eddie pulls back and throws the spoon away. 

“Nope,” he mumbles and turns away, walking out of the shop with a flustered look on his face. You watch him, you know that he won’t actually leave, but clearly he got embarrassed by this. 

Steve’s lips are pulled into a smirk. 

You turn back to him with raised brows. 

“I’m not taking flirting advice from someone that blushes when he gets fed. Jesus christ..”

“You should feed him more often,” you giggle. 

Steve crosses his arms over his chest, “he would fall in love with me, better not.”

You roll your eyes at him, “you wish.”

“Don’t get jealous now, I wonder what would happen if I fed him a chocolate covered banana.”

“Steve!” 

He laughs at the look on your face. 

“You’re a pervert,” you mumble.

“Yeah, you love me though.”

The moment those words leave his lips and he sees the stunned look on your face, he freezes and so do you. His eyes widen, a nervous laugh falls from his lips. 

Neither of you say anything, you just stare at each other, awkwardly. 

“Dingus! You need to bring in the shipment from outside!” Robin yells, opening the windows again. 

He closes his eyes and sighs, turning around with an angry look on his face. 

“Why can’t you do it?!”

“I’m weak!” She lies. 

“They’re not that heavy, they’re fucking sprinkles, Robin.”

She gives him a small smile, holding her hands up before she walks back. 

He sighs, “alright, I got it.”

“Yeah uh, I gotta go,” you mumble, looking down at your ice cream to avoid looking at him. 

“Okay uh – see you tomorrow?” 

You hear the hope in his voice and you see it in his eyes too when you lift your chin to look at him. 

“Y-Yeah.”

“Okay,” he smiles.

“Bye.”

“Bye y/n.”

You give him a small smile. A smile that is enough to make everything in him feel lighter, better, happier. His heart feels alive at every glance you give him, every smile you flash him is enough to heal his heart piece by piece. 

But every time you leave, the sadness creeps back in. 

You leave the store and look around for Eddie, a smile appears on your face when you spot him. You walk away, disappearing from his view. 

His shoulders slump and he blinks as he looks down, sighing. 

Steve knows that he might never get you back, not the way he has you, at least. But as long as you wear the locket around your neck, as long as you still smile at him, as long as you still appear in his life. 

There is still hope, right?

next chapter

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Aizawa x reader - could you ever forgive me

Looking at your phone a little bit, you frowned as you walked to the apartment.

It wasn’t like Aizawa to message you saying that you needed to talk, and usually it meant there was something serious to talk about.

Letting yourself in, you set everything down by the door, making your way into the living room.

“Shota?”

He looked up from where he was sat on the couch, and you noticed how some things were missing from the room, his work, his laptop, his little collection of books.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

He gestured to the spot next to him, and you walked over, sitting down.

While you kept your gaze solely focused on him, he couldn’t even meet your gaze, instead he focused on staring at your hands.

You reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey? What’s going on?” You whispered.

He took a deep breath.

“I think it’s best if we end things.” He calmly replied.

Your hand fell, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“What? Why? Did something happen?”

“I just can’t see a future with you, I’m sorry. I’ve already taken all of my things, I just think it’s better this way for the both of us, I’m sorry.”

Without even giving you a chance to reply he left, and you were left there staring at where he was sat.

You didn’t know what to do, or what to think, for two years you had been living with him, for three years you had been seeing each other, five years since you realised how you felt about him.

So much time you had spent with him right by your side and now he was just gone? What were you supposed to do in that situation?

You didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry, you wanted to believe he was just joking, but you knew him better than that.

You slowly got up, going for a shower where you just sat against the wall with your head in your knees quietly crying.

You couldn’t sleep in your bed, so you laid on the couch but you still couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at your phone knowing you were going to see his face on your Home Screen.

You didn’t sleep that night, so you called your work, letting them know you weren’t feeling well and you would be taking the rest of the week off.

It wasn’t a lie, you weren’t feeling well, you felt sick to your stomach, you felt like this was all just a fever dream, and maybe you’d wake up and it would all be fine, but you knew it wouldn’t.

You hated walking around the apartment because you’d still see his photos up on the shelves, or catch a glimpse of something he had given you.

When you went into the wardrobe you saw he left a few sweaters in there, and you walked around in one of them.

You had tired messaging him, tried calling him, but they all went without a response, you tried his best friend and he said he didn’t know what had happened or why Aizawa ended things.

After nearly a week of being locked up inside your apartment, you went back to work, hoping to distract yourself, but you’d still come home hoping to see him.

Even now, it had been nearly a month since you broke up, and you were sat at work with your friend who placed her hand on your shoulder.

“Come on, you need to change that photo.” She said gently.

“I can’t… if I do I know it means he’s never coming back…”

She sighed softly.

“Come on, let me change it for you, I’ll pick an amazing one I promise.”

You nodded your head, giving her your phone.

You knew she was right, but you also knew what you were never going to be able to change that Home Screen photo by yourself, so you had to get somebody else to do it for you.

She happily handed your phone back with a grin, and you let out a little laugh as you looked at the goofy photo of her.

“Thanks Rosie.”

She beamed brightly.

“I made you laugh! I made (Y/N) laugh!” She cheered.

Putting your phone back in your pocket, you lightly pushed her, making her stumble a little bit.

“I don’t care cause I made you laugh!”

“Go away lurker.”

She walked off cheering, letting you go back to your work.

It took another month for you to start going out worth your friends, and they made a point of going bar hopping one weekend, so you decided to join them and a few of their other friends.

Sitting at the table, you stirred your drink with your straw, watching as a few of them danced around and a guy slipped across from you on the other side of the table.

“Hey, you’re Haku, right?” You asked.

He smiled, giving you a nod.

“Yeah, sorry we haven’t talked much, Rosie likes to drag me along with her whenever so goes dancing. I thought you looked a bit lonely, are you alright?”

You pushed your drink away, letting out a small sigh as you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m just not feeling well. I think I’m going to go home, can you let them know?”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want me to call somebody to come get you or something?”

You shook your head standing up.

“No, I think some air will do me good. Thanks.”

He nodded, letting you leave the bar, and you began to wonder the streets.

You didn’t really want to go straight home, and you started looking for something else to do, and you found a convenience shop still open so you walked in.

Looking around, you crouched down as you looked through some snacks on the bottom shelf, and you found yourself thinking back to Aizawa as you looked at his favourite one.

Sniffling a little bit, you rested your arms on your legs, holding them in your hands.

“Does getting snacks make you sad?” A man asked.

You jumped, letting out a small yell as you threw the bag at him.

It hit him in the face, and he rubbed his face with his hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you!” He rushed out.

You wiped your tears away, looking up at him.

He was tall, and thin, a little sickly looking maybe with dark eyes and blond hair, wearing incredibly baggy clothes.

He held his hands up, so show you he meant no harm.

“I just heard someone crying and wanted to see if they’re alright. Are you okay?”

You nodded a little, pushing yourself up from the ground, walking over you picked up the snacks and put them back.

“I’m so sorry I threw them at your face.”

He laughed a little.

“It’s fine, I would’ve done the same thing. It’s late? Did someone hurt you? Are you scared?”

You smiled a little at his concern, and you shook your head.

“No, nothing like that. I’m just tired I guess, I should head home. I’m really sorry again!”

With that you left.

You decided buying snacks could wait until you were sober, so you went back the following night when your head was clear, and you avoided that aisle.

Looking and some other things, you shrugged and tossed some of them into the basket.

You heard movement nearby, and looked over.

“Oh hey, it’s mr chip face.” You grinned a little.

He laughed a little, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

You recognised him this time as All Might, the number one pro hero, or at least the retired pro hero now. You’d heard all about it.

“Hi, I hope you’re doing better today.”

“I am, thanks. And thank you for checking on me yesterday too.”

He smiled, nodding his head as he walked over, setting his own basket down.

“I’m Toshinori, I see you are here quite a bit. You always buy snacks, that’s not healthy you know.”

This made you laugh a little.

“Yeah, I know. I just don’t have much effort to cook I guess, and constantly eating out is expensive you know? Oh and I’m (Y/N)! It’s nice to meet you.”

“You’re dating Aizawa right? I think we may have met once at the UA sports festival.”

He watched as your smile immediately fell.

“We broke up…”

“I.. I’m sorry!” He rushed.

You sighed a little bit, shaking your head at him.

“It’s okay, I guess he hasn’t told anybody. It was a few months ago.”

He nodded his head.

“I take it that’s what the snacks are for?” He asked.

“Yeah, can’t beat a bit of comfort food.” You laughed softly.

He smiled at you, holding out a pack of chocolate.

“Have you tried these? They’re good.”

You took it from him, having a look at it.

“I’ll have to try it, thanks.”

You offered him a wave as you left.

You began to see him a little more often around, but usually in the shop where you learnt he was buying snacks for the students.

Eventually he mentioned a cafe, and took you to it.

It became a routine and it was nice to finally speak to somebody new he wasn’t always asking about you and Aizawa, who wasn’t checking you were okay all the time.

It was nice to have caring friends, but after four months you just wanted to move on from Aizawa, maybe that’s why you spent so much time with All Might, but you knew you weren’t ready to be more than friends.

He was nice, and you didn’t want to hurt him by making him into a rebound.

He respected that, he was just happy to have a friend as well.

“You know there’s a Halloween festival going in if you want to go?” He asked.

“Oh cool really? I love Halloween!”

You walked across the cafe with his drink, setting it down in front of him as he showed you his phone.

“Oh they’ve even got a haunted house! I love those! They’re so scary!”

He laughed a little bit, grinning up at you.

“Do you want to go? I’ve never actually been to a haunted house?”

You gasped.

“No way! Toshinori that’s not acceptable!”

He gave a sheepish laugh.

“I guess I’ve never had time, now I’m retired it’s just trying to find things to pass the time I suppose. I have teaching going for me, but that’s not every day. Young Midoriya said I should try do more I haven’t done yet.”

You sat back down in your seat.

“We’ve got to go! Come on! I’ll even be the big strong hero to protect you!”

This made him laugh.

“I don’t doubt it.”

You began telling him all about them, and after a little while longer, he walked you home, making sure you were safe before leaving.

You went in, showered, and changed into a sweater and shorts before heading to the kitchen to reheat some dinner.

You decided you were going to home a movie marathon to yourself to relax.

You had gotten maybe halfway through your second movie when there was a knock on your door.

Looking at your clock, you saw it wasn’t all that late, so you got up, thinking it could’ve been one of your friends.

Opening the door, you came face to face with Aizawa leaning on your doorframe.

“Why’re you here…?”

He lifted his gaze, and you saw he was beat up, blood running down his face.

“I thought you were in danger…”

Taking his hand, you pulled him inside without thinking and closed the door and locked it, leading him into the bathroom.

Sitting him on the edge of the bath, you grabbed a few clothes, rubbing the sink as you grabbed a hair band as well.

You stood in front of him, tying his hair up, and you carefully unwrapped his scarf for him.

You dropped it in the bath and grabbed a cloth, putting it in some water before walking over, taking his chin between your fingers as you began to clean his face.

He carefully watched you, and you didn’t look directly at him.

“Are you okay? Are you safe?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” You replied.

He sighed, and you tilted his head to the side a little so you could get a look at the cut on his face.

“You don’t need stitch’s, hold this.”

Taking his hand you held it to the cloth, grabbing another so you could dry his face.

“Thank you.” He said quietly.

You grabbed his scarf, walking over to the washing machine you turned it on the walked away without another word.

With a sigh he followed after you.

“(Y/N), can we talk?”

“You’ve had months to talk and you didn’t seem interested then.” You snapped.

“I know, I screwed up, I get that, but I have an explanation I you to let me explain my actions, whatever you decide after I’ll respect that decision but you deserve an explanation.”

You sat back down on the couch, and he stood in the other side of the room.

“You have no right coming back, I was just starting to move on… then you have to come back…”

“I know. I left because I thought you were in danger…”

You scoffed a little.

“Your scarf will be clean in a minute, take it and go away.”

He walked over, setting the cloth on the table, and he sat next to you, he took out his phone and held it out to you, showing you a message.

“I got a text from an unknown number saying they were going to come after you, so I thought if I kept my distance they would leave you alone. The police were working on tracking down this person and arresting them, we’ve just brought him into custody. I know it was irrational of me to just leave, I know I hurt you, but I owe you an explanation.”

You didn’t say anything, you just got up and walked away so he trailed after you.

“(Y/N).”

He reached out, taking your hand, and he spun you around, placing a kiss to the palm of your hand, and held it to the side of his face.

“I can’t see a future with anybody but you, and I love you, only you. If you don’t want to see me ever again I understand, but I’ll keep looking out for you, and I’ll keep you safe, no matter what happens between us you’ll be safe.”

He gave you a smile, leaning down so he could press a kiss to your cheek, then he moved back.

“I never meant to hurt you so much…”

He walked to the washing machine, taking out his scarf and he tossed it in the dryer, staying there while you kept to a different room.

You wanted to run into his arms and forgive him, you wanted to just hold him tight but how could you after so much pain you went through trying to move on?

Could you find it in your heart to ever forgive him?

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A happy ending but one that he has to work at

Friends with Benefits | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Sexual theme

A/N: Hello my loves ! This was supposed to be posted over the weekend but got delayed because I didn’t know how to end this. This is the original request. I hope you guys enjoy !

Also, requests are open .xx

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

It’s match day, which calls for my routine meet up with Kylian - we meet for most of his matches and sometimes we don’t. I’m always the reason when we don’t meet on match days because I’m trying my best to avoid him, but I’m failing miserably. Don’t get me wrong, he’s beyond amazing but I broke our rule.

We’re friends with benefits - everyone knows how it goes and what’s the end result, but yet people still believe they’ll never catch feelings. It’s always one person, the deal turns sour and that’s the end of the relationship. I guess I’ll be the cause of that.

I never attended his matches because firstly I’m not his girlfriend and secondly, we both have to be as low-key as possible. Our meet ups usually go with me going over to his place, watch the match from there, no matter the result we have some fun when he gets back and either I’ll spend the night or leave as soon as I can.

Besides the fun of friends with benefits, we actually grew to be quite good friends I would say over the time of us meeting. We’d spend our time in bed talking about his matches or other personal things that he’d want to get off his chest and I would be his confidant. Likewise, I felt comfortable to share things in my life with him as well that I’d usually not tell just anyone. It just felt right in the moment and we’d both just forget the whole reason behind why we were in bed together in the first place.

Tonight it’s AC Milan vs PSG. I got dressed and just before leaving, I gave myself one last look in the mirror - tonight I need to confess.

I let myself into his house and got comfortable whilst watching the match, but of course that didn’t last long because I was already up on my feet yelling at the TV screen.

The time between post match and Kylian coming home felt so quick since I wasn’t paying attention to the time. I heard his footsteps and him attempting to unlock the door, I suddenly felt a shiver run through my spine and my hands had started to get clammy. I’m not ready.

“(Y/N)!” He called as he entered. “In the lounge” I answered. “I got here as soon I could. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. I missed you” he smiled as he approached me and pulled me by my waist against his chest. “Congrats on the win today!” I smiled as I placed my hands on his chest. “Thanks, well, you’re just what I needed after that” he grinned as he placed his finger under my chin and pulled me in for a kiss.

I couldn’t help but kiss him back. Our lips moved in sync and it started to get heated by the second as my arms wrapped around his neck whilst his hands trailed down my neck. He broke away from my lips as his kisses trailed down my neck. His hands were about to start unbuttoning my shirt until reality slapped me in the face. “Kylian. Wait” I said as I placed my hands on his. “What ! What’s wrong ? Did I do something ?” He asked concerned. “No no…I just uhm… I wanted us to talk about something first” I hesitantly said.

“Okay let’s talk” he said as we both sat next to each other on the couch. Time to cut to the chase. “This needs to stop.”

“Wait, what ? But why ? What did I do ?” “It’s not you. It’s me” I sighed and looked down at my fingers. “What do you mean ?” He asked “This has been going on for 3 months. It started off great and don’t get me wrong, it still is. However, we had an agreement that if one of us breaks the rule then we have to come clean about it. Unfortunately I can’t continue living a lie much longer. It hurts me every time just being nothing but a fling….I caught feelings, Kylian” my heart was racing uncontrollably.

He remained silent before taking a deep breath. “Look (Y/N) these last 3 months were amazing, but I’m sorry I can’t say the same about catching feelings. I’m not really interested in being in a relationship right now because I’m focused on football. I can’t get distracted right now” he carelessly said. I pressed my lips together in hopes that the emotional side of me will go away. “I know this changes everything, but I mean if you still want to be friends with benefits then I’m fine with that. If you don’t and want to walk out of this now, I won’t stop you” he said. I can’t believe him right now. I just felt like curling myself into a ball and crying my eyes out.

“Wow… I’m just a distraction huh ? I think I’m gonna just go” I cleared my throat as I stood up. “Wait (Y/N) I didn’t mean it like that, I mean I don’t have the time to be in a relationship right now. I just want to have fun” he said as he stood up. “Good to know that I don’t fit in the agenda” I faked a smile before walking over to grab my bag. “(Y/N) don’t be like that. We can move past this. Just stay” he grabbed a hold of my hand to stop me.

“I think this is for the best. I can’t continue living a lie and how long do we expect to keep this going ?” I said lastly before pulling my hand away from him. “(Y/N) let’s talk it out” he said as he followed me to the door. “Kylian. You’re already making this harder for me. Just stop. Let this all be in the past” I took a deep breath and paused. “Good luck on your career. I wish you nothing but the best” I said lastly before closing the door and leaving.

I didn’t even realise I was crying until a tear fell on the screen of my phone. I made it back home, thankfully, immediately dressed down and got myself some ice cream to eat my sorrows away whilst watching a sad movie.

Kylian tried calling numerous times and even sent me countless messages but I chose to ignore it. All good things come to an end, as fun as friends with benefits was…eventually one of us would have to pull out of that phase to get into a real relationship for our future. He may not be concerned about getting serious right now but I sure as hell am. It shatters me that he didn’t feel anything in these 3 months we’ve been together - it was just lust for him I guess. So all those late nights where we were being honest and confided in each other was just a waste…

It’s been a week since I last saw Kylian physically, it was hard not to see him when he’s all over my social media even though I unfollowed so many accounts. Besides that, he still attempted to call and message me numerous times apologising but I just left him on read.

(Y/F/N) had came over after ages, she was a mutual friend of both Kylian and I, all she knew was that we were somewhat seeing each other. We left out the part that we were in a situationship. She actually took notice of my absence in Kylian’s life because according to her, he changed in the past week. I wasn’t buying it, I just assumed she was siding with him. I told her that us seeing each other didn’t work because he didn’t have genuine feelings like I did.

My depression was apparently very much evident that her mood had switched to sympathising with me. She acted quick to change my mood, she thought the best remedy for my depression was to move on. I couldn’t agree more. She surprised me when she said that she could picture me dating a friend of hers named, Carlos, if not Kylian then he was apparently the first runner up. Upon hearing the name, I was already keen on moving on in hopes that maybe I’ll finally get a happy ending.

Later in the afternoon after (Y/F/N) left, there was a knock at the door. I answered it and was greeted by a delivery guy. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) ?” He asked. “Yes ? That’s me” I furrowed my brows. “These are for you” he said as he motioned to the massive bouquet of red roses that was placed beside him. “Oh wow” I said under my breath. “Yeah, you got yourself a lucky man. Have a good day !” He greeted me before he left. I was stood speechless at the door. The bouquet was so heavy, I struggled to even place it onto the counter top. My eyes searched for a card but I found absolutely nothing. Maybe it’s from Carlos after (Y/F/N) put in a word for me.

(Y/F/N) had suggested that Carlos, myself and her have a friendly dinner tonight to get to know each other a bit and so we both don’t feel uncomfortable just yet. I know (Y/F/N) is trying to help, but at the same time I don’t want to go on a date with this guy if he ends up being a bore or even worse, arrogant.

I had a shower, did my hair and makeup before slipping into my dress, and heels. I grabbed my bag and phone before leaving as my Uber arrived.

Luckily they were already there so I didn’t have to awkwardly wait alone. I mentioned (Y/F/N)’s name for the reservation and was escorted inside to where they were seated. “Hello !” I greeted enthusiastically. (Y/F/N) ran over to hug me first before breaking away and introducing Carlos. “Carlos, (Y/N). (Y/N), Carlos” she motioned. “You’re even more beautiful in person” he said as he kissed the back of my hand. “Oh.. well thank you” i felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “You’re welcome” (Y/F/N) said lowly to me.

As we all got seated, (Y/F/N) and Carlos were across me. I was just about to place my bag on the empty seat beside me until I heard that all too familiar voice. “Sorry I’m late.” You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Well finally” Carlos said as he then stood up to shake his hand. “Hey bestie” (Y/F/N) said as she stood up to greet him as well. His eyes were on me the entire time, not even breaking eye contact when he hugged (Y/F/N).

“Chérie” he said lowly enough for only me to hear. “Kylian” I said as I faked a smile and stood up to greet him. As petty as I wanted to be, I didn’t want Carlos to question the tension. Kylian took advantage of the situation as he placed his hand on my lower back and pulled me in for a hug before kissing my cheeks. How lovely, he’s sitting next to me.

Dinner was going well as Carlos opened up about himself and happened to ask me a lot of questions about myself, up until Kylian placed his hand on my thigh. My body froze and I felt goosebumps form on my skin. I placed my hand on top of his to swat his hand away, but of course a few seconds later he does the same thing again with his hand even higher up my thigh. When his fingers were close to my inner thigh, I quickly excused myself, “Would you guys excuse me” I smiled before abruptly standing up and walking towards the bathroom.

Before I could even get to the entrance of the bathroom, I was pulled by my arm and had my back against a corner wall. “What the-“ I said till I saw Kylian’s face. “Can you leave me alone and let me go ?” I said as I pulled my arm away from his. “You’re ignoring me for the past week and I wanted to talk to you” he said. “Well this is obviously not the place or the time, excuse me” I said as I tried to walk away. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back against the wall. I hate to admit that i have butterflies and it felt like my skin was burning when he touched me.

“What is it ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. “You look so beautiful, it’s distracting” he smirked. “Thank you ?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Just hear me out.. I know I was wrong and I’m so sorry for not even wanting to give us a try. Since you’ve been away, I felt so empty and it was so obvious that you were missing from my life, I didn’t realise how you completed me. I missed talking to you about literally anything, I missed having you by my side and waking up to your beautiful face. I need you (Y/N) because I love you” he said. I stood speechless. Someone pinch me. “Ow !” I rubbed my arm. “You said to pinch you” he shrugged. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

“So chérie, will you forgive me and give us a chance ?” He asked hopeful. “I need some time Kylian. This all happened so quickly. I have so many unanswered questions that-“ “Okay then ask me a question !” He said. “We’re wasting too much of time, they’re gonna get suspicious” I said as I started walking. “By the way did you like the roses ?” He asked. I stopped in my tracks, “That was you ?” I asked in shock. “Why are you surprised ?” He asked. “Well firstly you didn’t send a note and secondly, I assumed it was Carlos” I shrugged. He seemed to get annoyed by the mention of Carlos’ name as he walked ahead of me without another word. “Ky !” I called for him.

Luckily Carlos and (Y/F/N) didn’t question how long we were gone, I guess they were so caught up in their own conversation because they didn’t even notice Kylian and I when we were back. Kylian was distant for the rest of the evening and luckily dinner was cut short since Carlos had to go. Turns out (Y/F/N) was leaving with Carlos so that just leaves Kylian and I alone. “Are you coming over to my place ?” He asked. “For what ?” I raised a brow. “To talk things out and besides that..I have a surprise for you” he grinned. “You know I hate surprises” I rolled my eyes. “I’m aware that’s the only thing that could convince you to come with me” he said proud. “I really hate you” I shook my head as I followed him to the car.

Once we got to his place, it felt weird knowing that I was once coming here so often to not coming at all. “Okay close your eyes” he said when we were at the door. “But why ?” I asked. “You’re so stubborn, you’re ruining my surprise” he shook his head as he placed his hand over my eyes. He used his other hand to guide me into the house, I could envision where everything was with my eyes close. “Kylian, you’re scaring me” I said as I took small steps. “Almost there” he said lowly. “Okay..open now” he said. I blinked my eyes open to see the house decorated in candles and a trail of roses.

“Oh my gosh” I said lowly. “Do you like it ?” He asked. “Ky, I didn’t know you had this in you” I said in awe. “I’m offended that you don’t think I’m romantic” he shook his head. “I mean deep down I knew you were but I didn’t think that I’d get to see that side of you” I pouted. “Well, you surely got the romantic side of me. I’ve never done this for anyone and I wanted you to feel special, especially to make up for the past week. These are just small things, you deserve better chérie” he sighed. “I think I got exactly what I need right here” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him against his chest.

“I really love you. I never thought I could miss someone so much until you were gone. I deserved being left on read” he laughed. “You sure did.. I think I should’ve sent the roses back as well” I teased. “Okay now that would be pushing it, I would’ve been heart broken for the rest of my life” he pouted. “You would feel my pain” I smiled. “I already felt your pain when you already moved onto Carlos” he rolled his eyes. “You didn’t even give me a chance to move on. You crashed our friends date, you played with my mind by placing your hand on my thigh and calling me pet names when you normally call me-“ He cut me off by placing his lips on mine. “You’re talking too much” he said in between kisses as it got heated.

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For What It's Worth - Part 5

Rex x Reader

Summary: Rex prepares himself to leave you behind as the battlefield calls, but his superiors have something else in store.

Warnings: reader is afab, reader isn't present this chapter, Rex is shipping out, Fox continues to be a bro, General Skywalker is easily manipulated, I play fast and loose with military protocols, mature sexual content in later chapters, minors: get out

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Rex could not figure out for the life of him why briefings had to be so early. 

Not that this one was unexpected, the 501st had been planet-side for a week. The boys appreciated the leave, and The Resolute was in need of a distinct number of special repairs after their last run-in with the Separatists. 

General Skywalker (who, to be perfectly honest, was more the cause of the repairs than the seppies were) and General Koon gave the briefing, and even though Rex knew it was coming, his heart still sank at the thought of leaving you.

You had made remarkable improvements in the last week, now able to limp around your apartment like a champ, at least for short amounts of time. Your doctor was very pleased, but had expressly forbid you from going back to work before two more weeks of recuperation and at least one more physical. You were most irate.

For his part, Rex had been spending all his time at your apartment, helping you around your home, learning how to use kitchen utensils and a cookbook (he only burned something beyond recognition twice), and running errands to the shops in your area. You had somehow gotten ahold of some civvie wear for him, and he was barely noticed on the streets. Alentia was grateful to be able to go back to her own job, and Rex couldn’t remember enjoying a leave more. 

He’d never experienced domesticity before. He’d never cooked for anyone or run down to a corner store for snacks, or spent a week curled up on a sofa. You were going to have to record the soap opera you’d gotten him into. He didn’t think he could miss it if Sirin and Jera actually got together.

In a week, all by yourself and barely able to move, you’d shifted his world beneath his feet. You’d made him think maybe he could have something simple and sweet after the war. Maybe something that made it all worth it in the first place. He’d caught himself staring into jewelry stores with a full heart and entirely empty pockets several times, wrenching himself away with reminders that it was too soon, and his position was too precarious, and right now he could offer you too little.

And for now, well, he supposed that little daydream was over. These briefings usually ended with a mission plan laid out and orders to give the boys. A ship out date, a plan of attack, and a certain trooper named Fives to find and drag out of 79’s were all looming in his very immediate future.

He didn’t want to go. For the first time since he’d donned it, his armor felt far too heavy. 

Standing at silent attention next to Commander Tano, he caught Commander Wolffe’s (non-cybernetic) eye. His brother raised an eyebrow and jerked his head at the battle plans the generals were pouring over. 

Okay, so maybe he’d been a little more quiet than usual. 

“...should be enough to establish an outpost,” Skywalker finished up. He raised his head and glanced at all the senior staff. “Does anyone here have anything to add?”

The room was silent. Perhaps it was the early hour, or perhaps they all knew that Anakin Skywalker would do whatever he damn well pleased, comments or no. Admiral Ularen stifled a yawn, and the general nodded.

“Alright, you all have your orders, we depart in two days. Dismissed.”

Rex grabbed at his datapad and made sure that the briefing had downloaded to it. He’d review the details later, after he broke the news to you. 

He had just turned to leave when General Skywalker’s voice sounded out again, “Captain Rex, would you stay behind a moment?”

On instinct, Rex turned on his heel and stood at attention, “Of course, sir.”

Anakin smiled, “At ease. Could you follow me, please?”

They left The Resolute’s bridge for the officer’s break room just down the hall. It was seldom used, though sometimes Rex and a few others would finish paperwork in the dead of night right next to the caf machine. 

When the door opened, Rex’s blood froze. Commander Fox sat at the table, sipping dark caf out of a disposable cup. He looked perfectly at ease. 

Anakin had already pulled out a chair, “Have a seat, Rex.”

As he did so, Rex stared daggers at his brother. There was only one possible explanation for his presence here, and if his hunch was correct, if Fox had done what he suspected, it was all over. His relationship with you, his position, his rank, his hope for a future. All because of fucking-

“Commander Fox is wanting to steal you for a few weeks,” Skywalker said cheerily. 

…What?

Rex turned his head to stare at his brother, then back at his general, “I…pardon me, sir?”

Anakin shrugged, “As he’s been explaining it to me, anti-clone sentiment has been growing on Coruscant. The Guard has been keeping track of several attacks on civilians that may be linked to the movement, and a rally is apparently being held sometime in the next couple weeks.”

Rex’s stomach started to untangle itself. He was apparently not in trouble. But all of this still didn’t explain why Fox would want to steal him. What Fox was even doing here.

“The Commander tells me that the Guard is spread too thin. Between the threat of the rally and continuing to protect the senate, the chancellor, and the streets, he doesn’t have enough officers of experience and rank to coordinate the guard. Since the 501st is the only legion planet-side right now, and since you have real conflict experience, not to mention an excellent reputation for doing more with less,” Anakin smirked at that. “Fox has asked if I’d be willing to leave you here, under his command, until we return from our newest mission.”

Rex tried to keep the utter shock off of his face. He turned to Fox, who was smiling pleasantly, nonchalantly. His thoughts turned to you for just a moment, sitting on your couch, saddened by the knowledge that he’d come back and tell you he was shipping out. Then he remembered he was sitting next to his commanding officer, a loveable shithead with the talent for reading thoughts and feelings, and he shook the image away.

“What about my men?” He turned to his general. “It’s not…it wouldn’t be right to leave them without someone they can turn to.”

Anakin snorted, “What am I, invisible? The 501st will be fine for a single mission, Rex. Commander Tano and Jesse will act as their immediate superiors, while Commander Wolffe, General Koon, and I will supervise the coordination of all the troopers.”

“I…but…”

“We aren’t forcing you, captain. You can join the mission as planned or you can stay here and assist Fox with the Guard.”

Rex was reeling. He could stay on Coruscant. With you. He could stay until you were better, until you could walk entirely under your own power and cook for yourself and…

He cleared his throat, “What…” he began, turning to Fox this time. “What exactly would this assignment entail?”

His brother tried to hide his smirk, but Rex saw it for what it was.

“Nothing you haven’t done before,” Fox gestured with his hands. “Help me coordinate troopers and prioritize special persons of interest who may be under threat. The victims of the previous attacks, the chancellor, senators like Organa or Amidala.”

Rex very deliberately did not look back at Skywalker as heard that last name. The pieces had fallen into place, “I see.” He paused for just a moment. “Well, if this is the best way I can be of service to the Republic, then I accept my assignment.”

Skywalker clapped his hands together, “Excellent! I’ll leave you two to hash out the details. I have some other business to attend to.” He placed his hand on Rex’s shoulder as he turned to leave. “Good luck, captain. I know you’ll make the most of this mission.”

Rex tensed, but Anakin left the room without another word. As soon as the door was sealed, Fox let out a low chuckle.

“Other business he says,” he folded his arms. “Like Amidala isn’t just getting home from a midnight session as we speak.”

Rex narrowed his eyes at his brother, “What the hell, Fox? Why would you go all the way to Skywalker spouting some story about how you can’t handle the Guard-”

“Thought you’d be excited,” the commander shrugged. “You get to stay in the same city as your girl, go home to her when your shift’s over, make sure she’s okay for a little while longer. And…I wasn’t lying. The Guard is spread too thin, and the chancellor won’t give me any more troopers for the moment. I know what you can do, Rex. I’ve seen the mission reports. I saw a win-win, and I took a stab at it.”

Rex shook his head, “You told him Amidala was under threat, didn’t you?”

“Sure, I’m not above a little emotional manipulation to ensure my men don’t get swarmed. I work with politicians every day, Rex. I’ve picked up a few things.”

“Is she even in danger?”

“Of course she is,” Fox rubbed his eyes. “When is that woman not in danger? She stands for more controversial causes than every other senator combined. No sense of self-preservation, that one.”

“She and him have that in common.”

They laughed together, and the rest of the tension in the room dissipated. Rex looked at his brother, grey hair starting to sprout up amongst the black, and wondered if he looked as equally tired.

“Thank you,” he murmured, and Fox smiled.

“Bout time. I only got you out of shipping off to the battlefield.”

They stared at each other a moment longer, and Rex felt a rush of gratitude for his brothers, for the only family he’d ever known, “You didn’t have to do it, by the way.”

Fox broke eye contact and stared down at the floor. When he spoke, his voice came out smaller than Rex had ever heard it, “At least this way, one of us can…” he paused, shook his head, and met his brother’s eyes again. “At least this way I can live vicariously through you.”

Rex exhaled, slowly, “You’ve never acknowledged it before. That there was something between you and Ularen’s-”

“She was my secretary, before Ularen’s last one had a mental breakdown,” Fox’s jaw had gone tense. “I…ran into her a few days ago.”

“I’m sorry,” Rex thought he had problems, but he couldn’t imagine…

Fox just stood, and fiddled with his belt, “It doesn’t matter anymore. There was nothing I could do for my…situation-”

“So you did something for mine.”

For just a faction of a second, Fox looked like he might cry. But he simply squared his shoulders, and nodded once stiffly, “Take the rest of your leave, report to guard headquarters after your troopers ship out. I’ll give you a full briefing then.”

Before Rex could respond, his brother had his helmet back on and was already out the door.

He stood there for a minute… two… three… ensconced in the surprise of his new reality. Then he slowly brought his comm up, and typed a message to Jesse.

Rex: I’ve been assigned to a different mission. You’re up. Start looking for Fives NOW.

His heart was weighty, but his steps were light as he left The Resolute and took a speeder home. You were waiting.

[mollycabot]

Casey Novak X Reader frozen

A/N mentioned of abuse and domestic violence and toxic relationship when Y/N doesn’t show up for work Casey goes and finds out why but what she finds shocks her massively.

It was a cold winters morning in New York and Casey was walking to work warped up in her scarf and coat and bag in hand when she got to the courthouse she saw Liz standing outside her office, “what’s up?” Asked Casey.

Usually Liz would make a comment and here not saying hi before asking but Liz had other things on her mind “ Y/N hasn’t show up yet and she never late but also she lets me know if she late you haven’t heard from her? Liz asked.

“No sorry I haven’t I try calling her” case respond and walked into her office and took out her phone. And a few tries she couldn’t get though worried something might be wrong she asked Liz if she could stop by her friend’s house which Liz agreed. Once Casey left she called liv “hello benson” Olivia said on the phone

“Hi Olivia Y/N hasn’t show up for work and isn’t getting my calls and I’m worried something wrong Casey said as she walked downstairs. “Ok I been there in a few mins and we go to her house together” Olivia said and end the call.

Once the arrived at Y/N’s house they saw that her front door was kicked in and mess was on her porch however when Olivia and Casey walked up to the house they didn’t have to look very far they found their friend and girlfriend in a pile of blood and snow.

“Y/N Y/N come hunny wake up” casey said shaking the girl trying to get her to wake up Olivia tried to but no look she had a plus but it was weak Olivia picked her up and rushed her into the car along with Casey.

As Olivia was driving to the hospital Casey began to take off Y/N’s wet clothes and warped her in her coat and scarf and put her head into her lap and carried on trying to wake her up.

Once Y/N opened her eyes a little Casey very quickly comforting her “it’s ok my love it’s ok just stay awake please. As Olivia gave Casey her coat that was on the passenger seat.

“I’m sleepy” Y/N said as she closed her eyes causing Casey to gently but firmly slap her face.

“No no baby no sleeping come on no sleeping” Casey said but had no luck

Once at the hospital Olivia carried Y/N inside and handed her over to the doctors and went with case into the waiting room after what felt like forever they were finally a loud to see her and Olivia and Casey went to go and find out what happened.

“Hey you how you doing?” Olivia said “better thank you” Y/N said “what happened my love?” Casey asked while holding Y/N’s hand.

“I was getting ready for work and as I was about to grab my coat and bag my door got kicked in and my ex stood there and shouted at me and then began to hit me and beat me because she wasn’t happy I broke up with her and won’t take her back she stole things as well and wasn’t happy I had a girlfriend” Y/N said sadly.

“Its ok Y/N your safe and we will get her don’t you worry” Olivia said and went to go make a call.

“You scared me love i thought I was going to lose you and I would be left with out you” Casey said giving Y/N’s hand a gentle kiss.

“Im cold Casey can we cuddle please” Y/N said while doing the puppy dog eyes, Casey can’t say no to a face like that so Casey took her coat off and shoes and gently climbed into the bed with Y/N and gently put her arms and Y/N.

Casey could see she was getting sleepy “go to sleep my love I be her when you wake up” Casey gently said as she comb through Y/N’s hair and Y/N fell asleep in her lovers arm.

Olivia came back to the room with two coffee cups and smiled when she saw the scene in front of her “keeping her warm are we Casey?” Olivia smirked at Casey, which caused Casey to eye roll. “Yes and she wanted to cuddle and she was sleepy” Casey said

Olivia sat in one the chairs and her and Casey genuinely talked about a plan for Y/N when she out of hospital and coming up with a case to put her ex in prison.

Casey couldn’t wait to get justice for her love of her life

[horanghaeluvsinniehae]

SKZ!BFF DRUNKLY CONFESSING PT.2 pt.1

||BANG CHAN||LEE MINHO||SEO CHANGBIN||HWANG HYUNJIN||HAN JISUNG||LEE FELIX||KIM SEUNGMIN||YANG JEONGIN||

Disclaimer:im completely whipped for this man im sorry😔 also big author’s note at the end but read it please!:(

Last night’s incident was still replaying itself in your head. The thought that Jeongin THE Jeongin likes you was just unimaginable to you.

When you moved to Seoul, away from your friends who were your support system, you felt lost. Then somehow you found yourself getting to know a friend group with 8 boys, one of them being Innie. He instantly stood out for you and you slowly became a part of them too.

When you first realised you’ve developed feeling for Jeongin, you immediately denied them in your head and just threw those feelings to the corners of your mind.

After a while the feelings climbed up on you again and the second time you couldn’t shove your feelings away, you had to face reality. You knew you wouldn't be able to confess to him so you just tried to enjoy the scenarios that you came up with. But none of the scenarios contained him confessing to you while being wasted.

His texts were good to read but are too good to be true…You just told yourself that he’s drunk and is talking completely nonsense that he’s not aware of.

But there was the smallest bit of hope in you that wanted it to be true. So when his caller ID showed up on your screen you were secretly hoping that he wants to tell you he likes you and not that it’s a mistake and you should just forget it.

After anxiously pressing the green button, you put the phone to your ear.

“Y/nah, are you there?” Jeongin’s voice was unsure and not loud like he normally is. “Yeah Innie, I’m here!” You answered and sounded just as nervous as he did, if not more. There was a bit of a silence that scared you a bit, but then he broke the ice.

“I’m just gonna get to my point y/nah…”-he took a deep breath and you did too-“I'm sorry for last night and i'm sorry if i caused trouble with the texts, but i have to admit that i meant them all…I do like you y/n, a lot to be fair and I know this is not a good confession and I’m sorry it turned out this way. This wasn’t my plan at all, but I guess it is what it is…” His voice faded away and you were shocked. He actually likes you?? You didn’t want to believe it.

“Wait Jeonginah are you being serious?” You asked him in complete disbelief. “I do, I’m sorry I-“ “Jeongin don’t you dare apologise to me! You know how happy I am to know that my long-time crush likes me back!!” You interrupted him.“I’m just in shock, but I’m very very very happy Innie-“ “Gosh Y/n-ah i'm so glad you feel the same way, gosh i was so scared you’d freak out or just hate me” he interrupted you this time. “Oh no Iyenah, I can’t even explain how happy I am” you told him excitedly and you died inside when you heard him giggling on the other side of the line. You smiled to yourself at the sound.

“Y/nah can you maybe pretty please come to the company tomorrow during my lunch break so we can meet up and…maybe have our first date?” He asked excitedly and loudly, your usual Innie was back now.“Oh my god I’d absolutely love to!!” You told him, already freaking out. “Yessss” he cheered and you smiled at him fondly.“Then see you tomorrow at 2pm at the company lobby?” He asked cheekily. You laughed at the sudden change in his tone. “Yes, Innie, see you then. “See you baby!” And as soon as he dropped that pet name on you he ended the call leaving you very flustered, but also super giddy, already daydreaming about tomorrow.

A/n: wow I finished this series! I enjoyed it and i hope you enjoyed it too!<3 thank you for liking my work and reading it! Your feedbacks are always welcomed! Im gonna work on requests now!!(ive got two and i like them a lot so im excited to work on them!<33

Also guys i have a skz!predebut x 9th gn!member series (just two parts) and i dont know if i should continue it or no so

If anyone has any request idea’s they’re very welcomed!! I basically have no idea what to write but i do want to write!!😭 so i need you guys to suggest me something please! Here’s my requesting guideline so you know how to and what to request!&lt;3

Please take care of yourself and be safe!🫂❤️‍🩹

Taglist: @justwonder113 (comment or write in requests if you want to be added!)

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 1

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Index

Author's Note: This was supposed to be posted in May. 😐

The evening sky reflected against the water, causing a wide orange streak that broke up the monotony of the blue. The waves were calmly brushing up and down against the shore, with their gentle lapping being the only thing to disturb the silence of the day’s end. 

It was repulsive. 

Yes, you were objectively able to see how one could find this scene beautiful, peaceful even. But for you, staring out into that endless horizon only turned your stomach. You sighed and looked to the figure sitting next to you. 

“We should get going.” You told her. 

“Just one more minute,” she said. “This is my favorite part.” 

It was the worst part. The two of you watched in silence as the sun dipped below the horizon, the last rays of light disappearing into the murky depths of the water. Sammie hummed in satisfaction while you bit back a choke. As much as you loved her, you could never understand how she could see that dark, barren abyss and find it anything other than terrifying. 

“Alright,” she said, standing up and stretching out her back, “Let’s head back. I have an early day tomorrow.” 

In all fairness, you hadn’t always hated the sea. You had first come to this town with your mother and her boyfriend as a very small child and had never seen anything like it. The hot, golden sand against the cool, blue water had been such a striking contrast, and you were thrilled when they gave you permission to go swimming. 

You really hadn’t gone that far out to sea. There were plenty of kids much farther out than you were. So why you were the one to get dragged under the water, you’ll never know. An undertow, they called it. A currant that brought you out much farther than you would have ever wanted to go. You still remember how small the shore looked from such a distance, and the frantic cries for help from the people watching helplessly. How roughly the lifeguard had to hold onto you to drag you back to land. The deep scratches on both of your legs, they said from rubbing across the harsh sand, although his were bad enough to require stitches. It was absolutely traumatizing, and you hadn’t touched the water since. 

You were currently trying to work through this fear, both through therapy and Sammie’s guidance. But it was easier said than done. Especially when it seemed like the ocean hated you just as much. You didn’t consider yourself a superstitious person, but you also couldn’t deny a bad omen when you saw it. 

For one, you always felt like you were being watched. Scrutinized. It was always worse when your back was turned away from the water, too, as though there was someone staring a hole into you. It would usually start a few minutes after you arrived at the beach, but you were never able to acclimate to the chills that ran down your spine once you noticed it. Or the dead, mutilated fish that would wash up onto the shore every time you came here. They would be drawn, from head to tail, in one smooth, deep red line that often allowed their innards to spill out. No matter which beach you went to, one would appear, without fail. 

Then there was the sound. No one else heard it except for you. You had tried so hard to convince yourself that you were just hearing things, even going to a doctor to get your ears checked. This low, otherworldly humming sound, that you could only just pick out from underneath the sounds of the waves crashing. It only began in the last year, and it was a sure sign that you were losing your mind. This was when Sammie suggested a bit of exposure therapy. Unable to refuse her anything, you agreed to give it a try. 

Sammie laughed as both of you got into your car. “I’m going to sleep so good tonight!”  

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“Mom, we're going to be late!” 

No response. You sighed, hoping that this wouldn’t turn into a fight. She knew how important this was to you. It was Sammie’s engagement party, and while the implications of what it meant for you may have caused your heart to clench, you still wouldn’t miss it for the world.  

You approached her door, knocking on it harder than usual as you called out for her again. When you were met with silence again, you opened her door.  

Empty! A note on her bed occupied the space she should’ve been in. Angrily, you picked it up, although you knew what it was going to say. 

'[Y/N], 

Mike wanted me to visit him this weekend! I’ll be back on Monday. Enjoy the house alone! 

Love you – Mom' 

You scoffed. Mike was your mother’s on again off again boyfriend since you were a child. He was a good, loyal, caring man – when he felt like being one. It wasn’t uncommon for him to disappear for a while, only to return and expect your mother to run back into his arms as though nothing had changed. You had dried enough of her tears throughout the course of your childhood to ever forgive him for toying with her, and you had dried enough of your own tears to ever forgive her for prioritizing such a selfish person over the child who needed her. 

You rolled your eyes and left without her. One good thing, you mused, to ever come out of this dysfunctional relationship: you had sworn to yourself to never be so weak and codependent on a man, no matter what. 

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You pulled up to the docks as the sun began to set. The engagement party was on a beautiful yacht that Jonah’s family had rented for the occasion. He and Sammie were at the entrance, welcoming all the guests as they arrived. You directed your focus on what a good-looking couple they made, and how pretty everyone looked, instead of thinking about the next few hours that you’ll spend out in the water. 

“[Y/N]! You look so good!” Sammie greeted you when you walked up to her. “Where’s your mom?” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, she couldn’t make it tonight,” you lied. “She had to work late.” 

“That’s okay! We’ll save some food for her.” She took your hand gently. “C’mon, let’s go!” 

The three of you boarded the ship as you purposefully ignored the butchered fish floating in the water underneath you. 

[turkeycalamitybff]

Heaven is a Person, not a Place

decided to post this early cause of the cancellation. Please remember to keep creating and keep being angry!! We have a chance

Tags: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland, Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland & Crystal Palace & Niko Sasaki, Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland, Crystal Palace, Niko Sasaki, Angst With a Happy Ending, Temporary Amnesia, Love Confessions, Charles goes to heaven, and doesn’t like it, who could’ve guessed?

Summary:

Charles had protected Edwin from Hell for so long, he forgot that it wasn’t the only way that they could be separated. He was regretting that now. Edwin had always thought that Charles was the best person he ever met. He was destined for heaven. So now that he was there, what could Edwin do?   Aka Charles goes to heaven

Sometimes Charles hated witches more than usual. Some of them were nice or helpful. But sometimes, witches were just straight up pricks.

This witch was a prick.

She had left a chair in the room. He snorted, and then hopped on it. Even if he hated her, it was better than standing on pure iron.

Charles glanced around, trying to see if he had missed anything. But the witch was good at what she did, apparently. It was solid iron all around. He sat down, waiting. The witch had said that something was gonna happen, but so far Charles just thought she was full of shit.

A blue glow started to fill the room.

He gaped. She wouldn’t. That would be cruel. All that work to make sure that her stupid boyfriend didn’t cross over, and now this? Her boyfriend at least wanted to! Charles didn’t. He wasn’t ready! And he’d be leaving Edwin behind, which was unthinkable. He quickly scrambled around, trying to look for anything he had missed. The iron burned him all over as he tore at the walls, banging and screaming. He could hear Edwin on the other side. He was calling for Charles. Edwin apparently couldn’t hear him, because he passed right by the door that the witch had shoved Charles in. He yelled, throwing the chair at the wall. It broke on impact, scattering remains all over.

When she arrived, she didn’t look very happy.

“Hello, Charles” she quietly said. Charles looked away. He couldn’t see very well. Everything looked watery.

“Hey, Death” he replied. He couldn’t hold this against her. It wasn’t her fault. She turned to him.

“You know I wouldn’t do this if I had the choice. You and Edwin should be able to stay together,” Charles chuckled without any feeling. At least it had been him and not Edwin. He finally looked up at Death. She looked sad. Charles sighed, walking over.

“Come on then,” he said, “We might as well get on with it, no?” Death nodded, holding out her hand to Charles. He had seen it happen to others so many times.

Charles paused, trying to gather his thoughts. He didn’t know what Heaven was supposed to look like. And there was the thought that he might just be born again.

That couldn’t happen. Edwin would come for him. Edwin would bring him back, it would be fine. This wouldn’t be the last time that Charles saw Edwin. He would be rescued.

He never thought this could happen.

He had been worried about it. But some part of him had actually believed that nothing could separate him and Edwin, not even Death. Not after Hell. And over time, even before Hell, Charles had gotten confortable on Earth. He had forgotten that Death was searching for him too.

He forgot that the Lost and Found department had only promised that Edwin wouldn’t go back to Hell. They hadn’t promised Charles that he wouldn’t go to Heaven.

The second he was back, he would rectify that.

But right now, that wasn’t true. He was wrong, and he had to go.

Charles took her hand.

[rockermybuddie]

Comfort

A/n: this might be the first story i actually post. I have one finished and one in the works in my drafts im just too scared to post them lol.

Tommy x Evan (Buck)

Summary: When Tommy comes home and sees broken glass everywhere his first thought is Evan. He finds Evan pretending to be asleep in bed after a really rough shift and comforts him.

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~Bucks POV~

The moment the engines came to a stop in the bay i jumped out and went straight to the locker room grabbing my bag. “Buck!” Eddie calls out. I’m supposed to help stock the engine back up on supplies and clean up since its after shift but i’m too upset. “Leave him be.” Cap told Eddie.

I felt everyones eyes on me as i threw my bag in my jeep slamming my door shut. I drove out of there fast and went straight home.

When i arrived at home i saw that Tommys truck wasnt in his spot. I remembered that he said he picked up a shift which means he wont be home till later. That just made me a little more mad.

I unlocked the door and threw my bag down, I immediately went up stairs and took a shower to wash all the blood and soot off. I watched the red and black color go down the drain.

I got a flashback from the call and its all i could think about. My anger building inside of me about to burst. I got out of my shower and I couldn’t tell if the steam coming off of me was from the hot shower or if i was just that angry.

I walked downstairs to make dinner so i could try and get my mind off of the call. I got out the ingredients to make chicken parmesan pasta, Tommys favorite. I figured if i could just focus on Tommy i could get past this.

I got out a glass pan for the oven but set it down too hard out of anger causing it to shatter.

I didnt feel bad. It was just a glass pan. Usually i would be upset that i broke it but i dont feel anything but anger, not towards the broken glass.

Next thing i know im ripping open the cabinets knocking out everything, hearing the glass shatter on the floor and the need to break everything that can break.

I don’t remember anything after that, whatever happened after that was a blur.

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~Tommys POV~

I pulled into the driveway and saw Evans jeep in the drive way, making a smile appear on my face because my love was home.

I walked into the house, i saw Evans bag tossed on the floor untouched which is weird because he always unpacks it and does the laundry.

“Evan?” I call out. No answer.

I put my bag next to his and make my way into the kitchen. I stopped in short when i saw all the cabinets open and they were empty. When i walked in further i saw all the broken glass everywhere. My first thought was we had an intruder. My instincts went straight to Evan. Where is he?!

“Evan!” I yell. I ran upstairs and swung open the bedroom door. My heart beating fast but slowed down a little when i saw him laying in the bed.

“Evan?” I say turning on the light, its only 7pm theres no way hes already asleep. “Evan i know you’re not asleep.” I walk over to his side of the bed.

I see his tear stained face as he looks up at me, his eyes are filled with sadness and his hands are shaking ever so slightly.

“Did someone break in Evan?” I ask him, maybe thats why hes so shook up. He shakes his head no.

“Whats wrong my love?” I crawl over him sitting on the other side. Buck moves to sitting between my legs leaning against me, his head resting on my shoulder.

He tells me about the call he was on about the call he was on and the whole time i just rubbed his head with my hand.

“I’m so sorry Evan. That had to of been rough.” I say when he finishes talking. “I know everyone there did their best. But sometimes those things happen. You had no control over that.” I tell him trying to comfort him.

“I’m sorry about the mess downstairs. I’ll clean it and buy new stuff.” He says. “Shhh, dont worry about that. I’ll deal with it okay?” I tell him, I kiss his forehead wishing i could take all his pain away.

“Thank you for this. I really needed it.” He says nesting his head deeper into my shoulder.

“Anytime.” I plant a kiss on his lips as we sat there a little longer.

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A/n: i know this is a basic story, but my first ones gotta be a little rough to read. I hope you thought it was ok, lol. I will write more because of my non-stop brain but if this gets positive feedback i will post the others when i write.

[jolalibrary]

Hi Jo!

How did you get into writing fanfic?

I’m sorry I’ve sat on this for so long, but I wanted to make sure I answered it with the full attention it deserves. I apologise for the length 😂.

I began this as to how, but then also why? and it got long.

warnings for: jo being overly open, sharing things she doesn’t usually, mentions of mental health, mention but not discussion of sexual trauma poor sleep, and again, oversharing. I don’t think I’ve been this open ever, so be gentle with me.

so, I began writing fanfic in 2015. I discovered it on accident, I was doom scrolling on Pinterest, trying to see if I could make some tree decorations in an insomnia bout (because I’d already completed TLOU - irony I know) and discovered a fanfic.

and I was lost in it, 200k deep and then I read another, and another, and I don’t know why I had an idea to attempt to write my own, but I did, and I poured all of my pain into it. (I eventually took this fic down because it was so freaking personal and painful to have up - and it’s still shared now by several people which irks me a lot). but god at the time? it healed me. and it brought me two people who I still talk to to this day, even if we don’t live in the same timezone.

I stayed in that fandom until 2018 when I left and continued only writing for daredevil (which id joined in like 2016).

and then in 2019 I stopped all together due to bad mental health, and just personal things in my life (I really wasn’t doing that well and wanted a bit of a reset).

it was then I began writing an original story. working on it obsessively, eventually shaping it to show some agents at a writing festival in 2020 (virtually, cause of the rona). and it was good, I met with three and two of them loved it. i had amazing feedback, including requests, and I should have been happy, right?

well, I FREAKED out. my little romcom could be something? I sobbed, I broke down, I couldn’t get out of bed for two days and I was a mess.

now, the reasons as to why, is still fuzzy to me. but I assume it’s because all of my life I’d truly believed that Im not good at anything. and writing was this one thing I had to myself, that I shared but never expected anything. and then, suddenly there was expectations, and the reality that people had read it—people who could do things with it, terrified me.

their nice words had weight, meaning? and yet they felt like iron pokers against my skin. even through therapy I don’t like delving into the why’s the what’s, but I assume it’s a combination of lack of self belief and the foundation I’m built on (and why I struggle with compliments) but also the fact it went from a hobby to something that could be something. and I think I freaked at it.

from here, my mental health took a big hit, I was so anxious I couldn’t leave the house and by the end of that year I was back to where I was in 2019, but if anything, much worse?

I didn’t know who I was. all the trauma i thought I’d healed from, rose up inside of me and it took me ages to finally be able to even think about writing again. I was broken. reset to more than factory settings because I couldn’t even recall what I liked? what I loved (outside of my husband and dog). I was a shadow wandering around, going from appointment to appointment.

and then, because he’s an amazing soul, my husband suggested I write fanfic again. start again, try. and I did. I potted around under a different name and then in 2022 i grabbed mvtthewmurdvck back, and I came back through call of duty.

by the end of that year, I found narcos 💁‍♀️ (javi supremacy) and here we are, 2024.

I say a lot that writing saved me, and it literally did.

and I rarely share all of this, but I’m not ashamed of my story, but sometimes I feel I should have been stronger?

but actually, I’m strong for getting up even when I was knocked down. I rebuilt, I reshaped and I discovered threads in myself I’d never known was there. and that took guts.

I was able to discover my sex drive, a thing I’ve struggled with (even in my loving and brilliant relationship) after some trauma when I was 15 with my boyfriend at the time (iykyk). I was able to write scenarios that I could then bring into my own life, and I wrote an entire fic (ILTWY) that helped me discover that I actually love sex. that I love pleasure in all its forms.

I was able to find my heart again, and write a romcom that made me find people I couldn’t be without now, but also, show myself that I can still write a romcom, and that thing in 2020 was just a blip, it wasn’t a sign and it wasn’t a thing that would define me.

and, even now, while I’m struggling to even smile, and I cried putting my eyebrows on this morning, I wrote my feelings out into a Drabble I’m not sure if I’ll share, that made me feel like I could go to work today and cope.

I say that notes and things aren’t my focus here, but never really explained why, but this, all above, is why. writing is there for me, it’s a crutch, it’s a saviour when the world feels too much. it was a thing that I lived without for a short period, but when I came back to it, it was like returning home.

and the best part? I get to share my words with you, I get to think “maybe this will resonate with people” and find that sometimes, it does. I get to be a comfort, to make someone smile, to make you laugh or even make you feel a little horny hahahah. and that means MORE to me, because when I was lost, afraid and terrified of the voice in my head, someone else’s words did that for me. they held me close, they helped me stop and pause and take a breath.

and that’s how I got into writing fanfic, and why it will forever be something special to me.

an: I haven’t edited this, and I’m shaking, so if there’s spelling mistakes, ignore.

[degyash]

Ukai Keishin x Daichi’s Sister! Reader

Part 2

Tw?: accidental pregnancy

It’s been about a month since I told Keishin I was pregnant. I’m twelve weeks and we’re not together. He and I have become pretty close so many people think that we’re together. It’s good for the baby if we’re close though.

Daichi has been very supportive throughout it. He’s the best baby brother in the world.

Well anyways I’ve started to get the dreaded morning sickness. I’ll wake up super early needing to vomit and it is the worst. Keishin has stayed over a couple times to help with it. I’ve also started to have some acne breakouts and I’ve gained some weight. My mom told me it’s all normal.

“Darling, you’ve got the pregnancy glow.” My mother said.

I look back at her. “What?” I ask.

“During pregnancy the woman usually has this glow. I can tell sweetie.” She responded.

I said ok and looked back at what I was doing. My brother, Sugawara, and Asahi came home.(I do not live with them I’m just visiting.)

“Hey Nee-San.” My brother said. I waved to him.

“Hi Y/n-San. How are you feeling?” Sugawara asked.

“I’m doing great Koushi.” I smile and get up. “I’m gonna go use the bathroom. When I get out it’s time to eat dinner.

Time skip cause idk what I’m doing

“N/n, when is your doctor appointment?” Asahi asked.

“It’s in two days. I’m really excited because I’m going to be able to hear the heart beat.” I say.

“Really? But the baby is hardly developed.” Daichi says.

“Isn’t technology incredible.” I say.

“Yep.” He responds taking a sip of his water.

4 months

“Are you and Keishin together yet dear?” My mother asked.

“Why would we be together?” I asked.

“Well you’re having a kid together.”

“I don’t like him like that.”

“Ok dear.” My mother goes back to drinking her coffee.

7 months

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I tried to stand up and i couldn’t do it. It hurt to much. reached over to grab my phone on my bed and called Keishin.

After a couple rings he answered. “Hey Y/n. I’m kinda busy with practice so what’s up?”

“I think i’m going into labor.” I said. There was a deafening silence that you didn’t want to hear.

“A-are you sure?” he asked. “No but it really feels like it.”

“Did your water break?” at this he got the attention of everyone in the gym. It was evident on Ukai’s face that he was nervous. i mean who wouldn’t be, he was about to have a kid.

“No. not yet.”

Daichi asked for the phone from Ukai and he handed it over. “Hey Nee-san. How are you doing?”

“I feel like i’m in pain.” I responded sarcastically holding onto my stomach. At that moment i felt a liquid down my legs. “My water just broke.” 

Everyone saw their captain raise his eyes listening to his sister talk.

“Ok don’t freak out just yet. Ukai is on his way. I believe in you Nee-san.” He said.

“Thank you, centipede.” you said.

Daichi hangs up and tells Ukai what happened. His face turns white when he tells him about her water breaking. “Go! you don’t wanna miss the birth of your kid.” Takeda yells.

Ukai rushes to his car and drives as fast as he can to your apartment. He knocks on the door frantically until it opens. Seeing the person he lowkey has a crush on in so much pain hurts him and he grabs her hand.

“Are you ok?” He asked running his index finger across her shoulder. You burst into tears at how much it hurt and you pressed your head into his chest squeezing and hugging him really tight. He hugs you back and once you break the hug he leads you to his car.

The car ride was fast. He was speeding the entire way to hospital. Amazing how he didn’t get a ticket. Once at the hospital he leads you inside and sits you down in a chair while he goes to reception.

“My uh- girlfriend is going to labor. Her water broke.” The receptionist looks at him. “Alright sir just fill out this paper work while we get a room ready for your girlfriend.” Ukai blushes at her calling you his girlfriend since you guys aren’t dating. He just didn’t want to seem like an idiot if i’m front of all the others here.

After he finished the paperwork she was already placed into a room and changed into a hospital gown.

“Hey Y/n, how are you.” He asks walking up to her. She takes a deep breath and trembles while saying: “It hurts. i’m 4 cm dilated i still have to wait before i can get an epidural.” She responds. He kissed her forehead shocking the soon-to-be mother but she smiled. “Thank you, Keishin.”

several hours later…

You were asleep. I guess it makes sense tho since you were in labor for 17 hours. Keishin is sitting in a chair next to her bed holding his newborn baby girl. He lightly kisses his baby’s head and smiled gently and looked at you. He smiled even bigger looking at you.

The baby was a bit small since she wasn’t full term but nevertheless incredibly precious and healthy.

You stirred and Keishin looked at you. He grabbed your hand and you weakly smiled at him.

“You did incredible.” He kissed your hand and you blushed.

“Thank you.” Your voice was hoarse so you whispered.

Ukai leaned in and the two of you shared a kiss. You both blushed before he handed you your baby. You thought she looked just like her dad. There was a knock on the door and your brother walked in.

“Hi centipede.” You smiled and presented your baby to Daichi. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Are you two finally together yet?” Daichi smirked and you just blushed about to answer before being interrupted by Ukai’s answer:

“Yes.” He squeezed your hand. Ready for whatever may come with his new little family.

Im so so so so sorry that this part is so late. please enjoy it

[1stgirlonpluto]

jealousy, jealousy

summary: ellie comforts jealous reader

cw: pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel) also the ready is kinda a crybaby in this but so am i sooo

a/n: i had to repost this because tumble kept deleting sections but this is my first work on here so i hope you like it! also my request are always open if you’d like to request something!

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you know that you shouldn’t be feeling this way. realistically you know that ellie would never do anything to purposely make you feel uncomfortable, and that her conversation this morning with dina was just that, a conversation. but as you sat beside her, watching as she skimmed through a worn down textbook she’d found on her latest run, you couldn’t help but recall the way she brushed your hand off her arm and referred to you by your actual name instead of the usual ‘angel’ or ‘baby’.

the memory caused your eyes to sting and you sucked in a shallow breath to try and keep the tears at bay. you knew that you were a sensitive person, it was one of the things that had attracted ellie towards you in the first place, and while she constantly reassured you that she liked your ability to be vulnerable, you couldn’t help but feel like getting emotional over small things would make her see you as a weak or a burden. your sudden intake caused ellie to glance over at you, her face falling as she saw the tears that pooled in your eyes. she tossed the book to the side before turning her body towards you, hands reaching out to find yours as you turned your head away from her, now embarrassed by her full attention.

“what’s wrong baby?” ellie asked softly, one hand untangling from yours to gently pull your face towards her. “look at me, sweetheart, tell me what’s the matter.” you shook your head and pulling your hands up to your face to furiously wipe the tears that had escaped. “it’s nothing” you replied, face still hidden by your hands. ellie tutted at your answers, gently batting away your hands as one of hers went up to cup your face, rubbing her thumb across your cheek as she spoke again.

“it can’t be nothing if it’s gotten you this worked up. come on there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you can tell me.” her other hand found your waist as she spoke, pulling you into her lap. you adjusted your legs so you were straddling her as your head found its way into the crook of her neck.

“it’s just-“ you started, words mumbled slightly by your current position. you cut yourself self off with a small sob, fingers closing around the jacket ellie was wearing as you tried to hold yourself together. one of ellies hands found it’s way under your shirt, rubbing soft circles into your skin. “it’s okay, baby, calm down and start again.”

you took a few shaky breaths before you were confident you could finish your explanation. “at breakfast this morning, when you were talking to dina, i came up and tried to hold your hand but you brushed me off and then when you left with her, you called me by my real name and you never call me by my real name. i don’t know, i know it’s silly but i felt like you didn’t want to show that we were in a relationship, and dina is so pretty and i know y’all used to talk. i just-i don’t know, i’m sorry for crying about something so stupid,” you pushed your self farther into her as you felt the motion on your skin stop.

ellie’s hand came out of your shirt and up to the back of your neck, pulling you off of her enough so she could see you. her heart broke as she took in the tearmarks littering your cheeks and the way your lip quivered. “i’m so sorry i made you feel that way, angel, you didn’t do anything wrong. there was a mix up in the rounds schedule and no one knew who was supposed to be going when and i was pissed off, when you came up dina and i were just about it go find maria and sort it out, that’s why we were rushing to leave”she said, cupping your face and rubbing her thumb against your cheek as she spoke. “and i promise you are the only person i have eyes for and the only person i ever will, dina is just a friend and that’s all she will ever be.”

“promise?” you sniffled, giving her a soft smile as you rose your pinky finger up in the air. you could tell she was being genuine just by her face but still a little reassure never hurt. “promise.” ellie replied, pinky reaching up to wrap around yours as she pulled you in for a kiss. you giggled into it as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders pulled her close enough to entangle your fingers in her hair.

after a short while you pulled away, repositioning yourself so that you were once again laid in her neck. your eyes fluttered shut as you were hit with a sudden wave of drowsiness. ellie, who already knew how much crying tuckered you out, reached over and picked up the book she discarded earlier. “nap as long as you need, baby, i’ve got you” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before laying her cheek against it. the sound of her thumbing through the pages and her breathing quickly lulling you to sleep.