#you gotta explain before or be calm when they do it and you haven’t explained

[blodeuweddschild]

Imo most of the time a child should decided to do/not do something not because they know their parents don’t want them it and they’re scared of the consequences, but because their parent has explained why something should/shouldn’t be done in a way the child understands and makes sense to them. And consider if you can’t find a reason to explain to your kids, maybe there’s no reason at all and your rules are arbitrary

[ohtobeleah]

Young At Age, Old In Heart // Jack Abbot

Prologue: calm before the storm.

Summary: Jack Abbots unlikely affinity for the younger PT down at the VA starts to really spiral out of control when she’s brought in during a mass casualty event.

Warnings: 18+ content. Gun violence. Gun violence victims. Slow burn romance. Jack Abbot x F!reader. Age Gap! Older male x younger female. Mature content and themes.

Word Count: 1.8k

Author Note: I’m trying to allow myself to enjoy the smaller things in life that bring me joy so here we are…ironically concocting some of the most gut wrenching whump you and I both have ever read. But for now…enjoy this slow burn prologue.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there soon enough.”

Dr. Jack Abbot…wasn’t expecting to see the new hire from down at the VA, with a patient in one of the examination rooms, the Pitt never seemed to have enough off. He caught the sound of your laugh, a mix of ‘this isn’t happening’ and ‘unbelievable’, peppered the pitch at which you let your laughter echo off the walls. Jack goes there on an infrequent basis, to the VA, that is, mainly when the nightmares get too out of control.

You’ve got this quick wit about you that the golden oldies love. The banter, the big personality. The way you show up and lead the room with nothing but a little conviction.

And now here you are…why were you here so early? And why were you wearing his jumper like it belonged to you?

“Hi!” Jack hears your voice as he makes his way across the Emergency Room with blinders to get to you. That first memory of you meeting played in the frontal cortex of Jack’s mind—all the while he watched you listen and take in all the Dr, you couldn’t remember her name, had to say. “I haven’t had the chance to meet you yet,” You explain graciously. “I’m Y/n, one of the new Personal Trainers here.”

“I gotta say, you’re a lot better looking than Aaron over there,” The man who shook your hand said loud enough for your colleague to hear. “I’m—“Before Jack could introduce himself to you, Aaron was shouting across the small but impactful space.

“Hey! It’s my old man, thought you fell off the perch for a second there, but I guess we aren’t that lucky?” Aaron teased as he took slow steps of confidence towards Jack. He could only begin to imagine what you were thinking after hearing such a welcome.

“Luck hasn’t got anything to do with it, and I’ll tell you that for free my brother—“ Jack reciprocated the friendly fire “How’s your mother anyway? She still call my name in her sleep—*oof*”

“Don’t mind the talking corpse in early-stage rigour mortis, Y/n,” Aaron sighed after his softly jabbed Jack in the gut. “That’s our boy Abbot, Dr. Jack Abbot, neighbour, friend and legend in and outta the combat zone.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mind me,” Jack coughed as he landed a hand on your colleague’s shoulder. He faked instability like he was trying to get a rise out of you. “Aaron here has one testicle, but–”

Okay, easy pops,” Aaron conceded to the ribbing event he’d started. “Jack here works down at the Pitt, stops by from time to time when he has some spare time, comes for a workout.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Jack,” You confirmed with a nod and a smile.

“You’ve got Y/n today, and please don’t fall victim to the cutiesy, I’m just a girl, innocence, she’s like a Venus fly trap.” Aaron turned his sights on you as his next victim. “But she goes alright, keeps the old vets in check.”

“Jack is just fine,” Jack smiled at you as you puffed your chest a little, living in the moment of the slightly backhanded compliment from Aaron.

“I think I’m gonna stick with Dr. Jack.” You left it at a wink, a small but telling gesture that Jack wasn’t too taken aback by. He gravitated towards flirtatious banter…

Because at his very core, Jack Abbot was a flirt. He was the flirt.

Jack had never been so perplexed before in the context of someone’s presence. Your smile was like a drug of sorts, like he was getting a sort of morphine straight to his veins whenever your lips curled up into a wide, bright curl.

The way you conducted yourself through the class. The energy, the passion that Jack could see so clearly. You were like a sort of espresso, a beautiful change in his mundane routine. One that he wanted to change somewhat. That’s why he was here to begin with.

The VA was a safe place. A community of people who may not have shared the same history…but understood the language.

“What are you doing in my E.R.?” Jack spoke calmly but firmly. Like he knew clarity was his best friend.

His voice sounded like a melodious symphony. Something you could listen to with intent all day long.

“Dr. Jack,” You smiled at the man who’d become…something, to you. “Danny here had a bit of a fall earlier this morning and I have a bad habit of giving these guys my phone number incase of emergencies,” You explained with care as you made sure your client and valued friend was comfortable. “Luckily, there’s nothing too serious that can’t be handled, right Danny?”

“Awful shame I didn’t catch the two of you sooner though,” Jack shrugged as he moved effortlessly around the room to get closer to you. Doing so in a way that wasn’t advertently obvious. You caught on straight away, watching him with every move he made. “My shifts just ended.”

“Y/n was just keeping me company till my sister could get here,” Danny explained as he sat with oxygen and some heavy duty pain killers. “She’s free to leave.”

“I wasn’t offering taxi service if that’s what you thought, Dan,” Jack teased as he checked over all of Danny’s vitals just to be sure. Brushing past you ever so slightly as he did. “I was just saying I’m going home, so if you code I’m not coming back to save your ass.”

“Semper Fi,” You mumbled just enough for Jack to hear you. He’d told you once while on an early morning run that it was a code. A life motto for any Marine. ‘Always faithful’. You already knew what it meant when he told you. You’d worked down at the VA for long enough to pick up a little lingo between the corps.

But you liked when you got to play student sometimes.

The look you received as Jack looked back at you over his shoulder was one that could turn anyone who ran hot…to ice in under three seconds.

“You need a ride home?” He asked just for the sake of pleasantries, knowing you didn’t need a ride, but would in fact be seeing him later for breakfast. A date. A planned adult interaction outside of work and his normal routine. Jack was working on it. The mundane that was.

“I got it, Pops,” Again, the glare nearly made you dizzy. The stern eyebrows, the tight lipped expression. “I’ll catch you later, Danny, please look after yourself and say hello to Carole for me.”

“Will do darling, and thanks again for coming.” Danny expressed his gratitude.

“Owe me a fifty, but I guess I’ll allow it just this once, for you.” You flirted back lightheartedly like you always did. They needed it. It was like a drug to them. The attention, the praise.

You liked it too. Older men. An older man that was. The man who was looking at you with such fire behind his dusty eyes. Clouded with swayed judgment and lust for the younger woman standing in the doorway.

“I knew I was your favourite.” Danny’s voice brought you back to earth, but your eyes never peeled away from the glare you were receiving.

“Oh I dunno about that, That spots already been taken.” You replied, knowing Jack would assume you were implying that he was in fact your favourite…

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“Hey,” There you were, sitting right on the hood of Jack's truck as he sauntered across the hospital car park. The beat up piece of crude barely worked, but he sure loved it like it was an extension of himself. “Did you know the cafe here is actually decent?”

“Ah—“ Jack teased as he made it over to where you had perched up against his 1998 Ford Falcon. “Well, if it isn’t miss independent herself!” Jack mocks you playfully while you hand him the coffee you brought on his behalf. “Driving yourself places, I’m so proud of you! Graduating from the booster seat, also, that’s my jumper you said you nev—“

“Shut up for a minute would you?” You interrupted with a soft chuckle. “I got you these,” the bouquet of natives you had kept beside you was now on full display. “Stop by his grave and say hello later today?”

Jack didn’t respond as he reached out for the flowers. All far beyond perfect. He didn’t respond right away. He simply studied every possible angle of the natives in their perfect world of order and precision.

“How did you know?” Was all he managed to offer up, the tone in his voice now laced with a heaviness of grief no amount of time could heal.

“You’ve mentioned him and I listen,” You knew it was a hard subject to discuss, but the death of Dr. Adamson would never be forgotten. “But if you want a more intimate answer then I’d say you’ve been more on edge than usual,” You knew Jack thought he had it under wraps. “Just figured it was that.” You shrugged understandingly.

“Did you ask me out for breakfast—“ Once again, before Jack could finish, you interrupted. Finishing his sentence for him.

“So you wouldn’t jump off the roof? Yeah—”

“C’mon, sweetheart, you’re crushing my sprint here.” Jack faked a pained heart as he bumped his shoulder into yours. The pair of you were still leaning against the bonnet of his beat up shot box.

“Plus, you’ve been using my Doordash account and I dunno what to tell you besides you need to add an extra therapy session into your schedule.”

“God I hate you.” Jack didn’t. If anything he was beginning to question if he maybe subscribed to the other side of the coin. Love. Jack wasn’t capable of love in this sort of capacity.

Was he?

“Keep lying to yourself Dr. Jack,“ You teased with a soft laugh. “It doesn’t work on me.”

Another moment of silence passed the two of you by as you took in the crisp Pittsburgh air. That early morning mist. The soft glow of a radiant sunrise on the horizon.

“Does physical therapy count?” Jack broke the silence with a gentle knock of his foot against yours.

“Your runner's leg is—oh,” Your mind had immediately gone to Jack's prosthetic. It was still at the VA. “You were trying to seduce me, weren’t you?”

“Come home with me, I’ll make you breakfast?” It was a genuine offer that you couldn’t refuse. By why? What was Jack thinking about?

“Catch?” You counted. “And don’t give me any bullshit Abbot!”

Jack could feel your index finger poking him in the chest. You still sat beside him, but you’d turned yourself towards him. “No bullshit—no catch, let’s just see where the day takes us.”

“I gotta take Tate to Pittfest later, but I’m sure I’ve got time to play into your delusional old man fantasies.” You replied playfully with a Cheshire like grin smeared across your face.

“You sure know how to make a guy feel young, don’t you?” Jack sighed, faking defeat.

“Standard issue daddy issues, my friend,” You shrugged, leaning in to leave a gentle kiss on Jack's scruff covered cheek. “Race ya.”

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[glossykissies]

soooo obsessed with the idea of s1 bunny sunbathing by the lake at the camp. this girl has no cares in the world and i can just picture her in her teeny tiny pink bikinis (which she packed because it’s her let’s be real) getting her tanning in — feel like this is before shane and her are together and he’s just staring at her all 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 being an icky perv ☺️💗😝 bonus points if he puts her sunscreen on for her

that was what he liked about you. you were so serene. calm in the face of the world falling apart. you shouldn’t have been, god you should have been terrified and sometimes you were. but moments like this, moments where you’re just laying there glistening in the sun with all that skin on display. you were perfect.

shane must’ve looked like a creep. stood frozen, one hand splayed on tree bark as if he couldn’t hold himself up without it. your body seemed to reflect light, that pink bikini doing nothing to hide anything. he huffs a laugh out of his nose, shaking his head. if rick could see him now— he thinks. though he oughta hand himself some grace, it was the end of days, people were hungry in more ways than one.

you’re laying on your front, and when you go to roll over, everything jiggles. shane licks his lips and you open your eyes, looking right at him. he guiltily shuffles on the spot, caught — blinking rapidly and glancing around as he wipes the smirk off his face.

“shane.” you call our melodically, half way into your rolling over. he thinks he’s in for a scolding, and thinks up something quick as he jogs over.

“you uh—” he cuts himself short with a pained sigh, squeezing his eyes shut only for a second when you roll fully onto your back like an obedient dog to give him your full attention. your bikini strings that were meant to be secured behind your neck are untied for maximum tanning, falling down your chest from the movement along with the cups which you catch just in time but with little urgency, a hand splayed over your chest to hold them up as you stare up at him patiently. it disarms him momentarily, but he continues. “be careful out here, yeah? we haven’t checked beyond them woods yet. don’t know what might pass through here so… keep your wits about you.”

shane’s eyes flicker to the woods as he speaks, peeking just over the lake. it was easier to look over the blinding shards of sunlight scattered over the water than to look directly at your nearly bare body.

“i’m sunbathing.” you explain, mellow, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious.

“i know that but—”

“i just wanted to relax for a little while. you could always stay with me and… keep your eye on things?” the way you pause, glancing up at him suggestively through splayed eyelashes hints that there is more to what you’re getting at and he pauses once more, off guard before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“i uh— hey— i — there’s a lotta things that need doin’ round this camp. people i gotta protect i gotta—”

you press a bare foot against his leg where he stands, giving him your prettiest pout. of course, it silences him and he tongues at his lip. “just for a little while? keep me safe?”

shane sighs pensively, hands on his hips.

“its nice out here.” you convince, laying back fully so you no longer have to hold your bikini top up. instead, you reach for the pink string at the hip of your bikini, twirling it round your delicate fingers before pulling, undoing the knot. “no one ever comes out here. i can do whatever i like.” your voice gets a little quieter but your eyes don��t budge from his, tugging at the strings of your bikini until the fabric is merely a thin cloth lying loosely over your puffy mound.

“that right.” he glances around, lips turned downward to suppress a smile. “suppose a lil’ break won’t hurt. gotta keep you safe, ain’t that right sweetheart?”

[marauder-misprint]

Friends

Series Masterlist

Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

1.4k words

cw: fluff

When Regulus enters the common room, you emerge from your dorm, books and other study materials in hand. Now that you had your nap, you were ready to get all the homework you had been putting off done. Regulus debates telling you about Sirius now. But as he watches you spread out across a table with a determined look on your face, he decides against it. Instead, he stands at your side and leans over the table to see which subjects you’re working on.

“Divination?” he asks.

You nod. “Professor Traumine is checking our dream journals this week and I haven’t had any I actually remember… Care to help?”

“Help?” he asks hesitantly, not really sure what you’re asking of him.

“Making stuff up. What seems like something I’d dream about and then we figure out what it means using the book.” You give him a pleading look. “Please, I’m horrible at making the dreams up. I’ll figure out what they mean on my own.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Regulus pulls up a chair and reaches for the journal you have open.

“Just seeing what you’ve written before. Maybe you can have a repeat dream or something,” he explains.

Between the two of you and the occasional passing friend, you finish the dream portion of the homework fairly quickly. You laugh as you interpret the fake dreams.

“Apparently, there are several family deaths in my future. That’s what, an excuse to miss school or something?”

“Anything about relationships?” Regulus asks, testing the water. 

You give him a sideways glance. “Relationships?”

“Particularly with my brother?” 

“Regulus, I don’t want to talk about him,” you groan. 

He leans forward. “I think you should.”

“Why? What do you need to know?”

“The same question as always. What’s going on between you two?” Instead of sounding accusatory as he had in the past, Regulus sounds arrogant, like he already knows the answer but wants to hear you say it.

You shrug. “Some kind of friendship, I guess?”

Regulus doesn’t mean to, but he laughs. Loudly and uncontrollably. You stare at him with wide eyes. You can feel the eyes of other Slytherins on the two of you. You had gone from peacefully working on homework and chatting with those who stopped by your table. Now, he was making a scene.

“What the fuck, Reggie?” you hiss.

“Some kind of friendship?” he repeats back to you in between laughs. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No?” 

“Love, darling, dearest friend of mine,” Regulus starts to say, ever so slightly calming himself. “Sirius came looking for you. Pacing the dungeons, hoping to run into you. Friends?”

“Right. Friends,” you say naturally, as if you were simply confirming that there was a giant octopus in the Black Lake.

Your mind, however, starts to spin. Sirius was looking for you? After you called him attractive again, with many synonyms, to his face, in the purest tone of genuinity, without any sense of tease. After telling him he was a good time. After saying that you maybe should write to him… You curse yourself for having said so much.

“Friends,” you echo yourself despite Regulus not saying anything.

He cocks an eyebrow. “So you said.” Then he smiles wickedly. “Or are you trying to convince yourself that’s all it is?”

“Regulus,” you warn, your voice dropping low. 

“I wasn’t so sure about it before, but I think I’ve played matchmaker,” he says with a smile.

“If anyone has the right to claim matchmaker, it’s Dorcas. Or… or Lupin and Potter. Certainly not you!”

“Aha! So there is a match!”

Your face grows hot. That wasn’t how you meant for it to come out. There wasn’t a match. It was just you realizing that Sirius wasn’t too bad and you liked being around him and he was fun and attractive and he smelled nice and there was something about the way he always had cigarettes with him that he was willing to share and the way he carried himself and… Shit. 

You gather your things in a panic.

“I will, uh, erm, see you tomorrow? I… I gotta go…”

You return to your dorm and hide within the curtains of your bed. Regulus was right: someone had played matchmaker.

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You avoid Regulus in the morning. If anyone mentions either Black or Gryffindor, you change the topic or leave the conversation. You’re more skittish than usual. You’re more flighty than usual. You can’t seem to focus on anything besides your current crisis. 

Yes, you’re calling it a crisis. 

You manage to survive the day and you’re feeling a little better. You think you’ll be able to hide in your dorm again until you completely sort out your thoughts. 

But then his voice rings down the hallway. Sirius calls out your name. 

“Hey!” he says, running up to you.

“Hi?” you reply cautiously. You didn’t know if you were ready for a conversation with him.

“I-uh, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good. Yeah… good. You?”

The air between you feels thick with things unspoken. You certainly aren’t going to acknowledge it though. You’d rather this be a quick conversation so you can keep your wits about you.

“Going a bit crazy, if I’m honest,” he says.

You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head. “Is that so? What for?”

You start to walk and Sirius immediately falls in step with you. You aren’t sure where you are going, but it feels more natural to be moving than loitering outside a classroom. Depending on where you went, it would also be easier to shake Sirius if you felt like you were actually going to lose your cool. 

“Been meaning to, wanting to talk to you.”

“Well,” you chuckle, “here I am.”

“Right. Here you are. And here I am,” he says, laughing at himself. 

You wait for him to continue.

“I… I… I’m just going to come out and say it. Yes. That’s what I’m going to do.” He swallows thickly. “I like spending time with you. A lot. And I’d like to go on another date with you. To Hogsmeade, to a quidditch game, to the kitchens, hell, I don’t care. I didn’t think I’d need to talk to Regulus again and I really want to, if you want to.”

You stop walking. You clutch your things tightly to your chest. Sirius took a few steps beyond you before realizing that you weren’t next to him anymore. He turns back to you with worry etched into his face. 

“You don’t want to, do you?” he mumbles, looking down at the ground. “I thought after what you said last weekend…”

You take a shaky breath. “No… Shit, no. I do. I mean, I’m not against it.”

SIrius looks up, his eyes sparkling with emotion. He moves closer to you as his worry slowly melts away. 

“You do?”

You nod, not trusting your words. He gently puts a hand on the side of your shoulder.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to faint?”

You take another breath. “Because… I meant what I said. After the party… And I was so hellbent on not caring for you, but, ah, here we are?” You let out a nervous chuckle and tighten your grip on your books.

“Here we are,” he repeats, his lips curling into a smile. 

“But you want to take me to a quidditch game, you’ll be waiting until next term…”

He barks a laugh. “Yeah, I’m not waiting that long. So, sneak to Hogsmeade? Picnic? Visit the kitchens? I’ll do whatever you want to. I just… I want to spend time with you.”

You press your lips into a thin line as you think. 

“How about a walk? Just like around the grounds or something. And we can stop by the kitchens after?”

He nods vigorously. His excitement is so palpable that you can’t help but smile at him.

“I’d love that.”

“Too bad Padfoot isn’t here to enjoy it though,” you tease. 

“D’you miss him?” Sirius asks with a smirk.

“I miss dogs in general. You do have a cute one though,” you say thoughtfully. 

Sirius chuckles and throws an arm around your shoulder. “I mean, if all goes well, maybe you can visit the Potters and hang out with Padfoot over break.”

“That’s… that’s some kind of wishful thinking, Black. Dunno if we’ll be there after a second date.” 

“Worth a shot,” he says. “As long as you write me.”

“With that quill you bought me? Let’s see how this walk goes first.”

“This walk? Are we doing it now?” He sounds flustered. 

“No. Salazar, no. I have assignments to do.” You pause and bite the inside of your lip. “Tomorrow after class?” 

“Tomorrow.”

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Just a warning for all of you lovely people: I think we are nearing the end of this series. I'm feeling like a max of two more chapters. Thank you for all the love y'all have shown this series - every comment/like/reblog means the world to me

[hearts4werka]

Drugged Love

Summary: You and Chris meet when you're coming back from a gang meeting and he is coming back from a deal, your apperance caught his attention but him suddenly popping out from an alleyway makes you react in the opposite way he though you would. He places his number into your phone but you have to keep the relationship a secret because of your involvement with the dangerous gang… Genre: ANGST & SMUT (further into the story there will be smut dw) Drug dealer x gang member, ?strangers to lovers? Gangster, drug dealer, dark themes, alleyways, driving late at night, rainy night, troubled characters, third person pov and possibly more! Warnings: mentions of drug usage & being under the influence of hard drugs, gang involvement at a young age, illegal weapon possession, involvement in illegal activity, being held at gun point, ?slight threatening?, dark subjects will be involved further into the story including different types of childhood trauma, ass content ahead and possibly more!

The idea is from @leoslaboratory and was requested by @yourmother29 in this ask so thank you both luvies!

"Have a good night everyone." I say to the people left in the conference room as I rise from my chair, grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair and walk out of the room.

���Bless your soul, child.” I hear one of the older women who were remaining in the conference room, shooting her a warm smile as she lights a cigarette that way neatly placed between her lips who do look like they haven’t met male lips nor seen chapstick in at least 25 years.

Walking down the stairs of the building and out of the exit I look around on the streets to make sure no one was lurking in the shadows behind the streetlight softly lighting the road and side walk.

My outfit mostly consists of the color black which is typically normal but having the hood of my hoodie over my head and my clothing cocealing most of my body which at night can be quite concearning and unsual to see. (I didnt find any reference for this so use your imagination)

I make my way back to my car, wanting to get back home after the meeting which lasted over an hour. Feeling the tiredness state affect my awarness of my surroundings, suddenly theres a tall, but significantly attractive man standing infront of me.

Out of reflex I reach into the back pocket of my jeans and pull out a gun, placing it against the man's forehead to stop him from any further movements, my finger already hovering over the trigger.

He visibly tenses and freezes in place, his vision falling onto the barrel of the cold metal gun against his forehead. A shiver running down his spine as he starts to speak in an almost oddly calm voice. Like he’s been in a situation like this before.

"Woah there, don't gotta be so hostile from the start. I was just passing by." He explains, raising his hands into the air in surrender to asuure me he wont be causing any harm to my human being and looking quite friendly but at the same time a bit high.

"Oh, I'm sorry its just a.. reflex I guess." I state in an apologetic tone, pulling the gun away from his forehead and back into the back pocket of my jeans, feeling slight guilt wash over my body at the sudden situation and my actions.

"You don't look like those typical girls walkin' back home this late, you bein' followed that you needa pull a gun on strangers?" He asks, a feeling of protectiveness washes over me at his question. It;s a weird feeling to be feeling to a man that you have just met.

"I can get pretty defensive when it comes to walking home at night. And no, no one is following me, atleast I don't think so" I answer, glancing around and comprehending my surroundings more than before and feeling certainly more awake now. Letting the tiredness state evaporate into the air.

“Ima walk you to wherever you gotta go, m’kay?” He insists, moving to stand next to me and ready to walk to my destination. Showing no signs of moving from his new currently taken spot.

“You don’t have to, don’t you also have places to be at?” I ask, still standing in the same spot I was from the beginning. Reassuring him that he doesn’t need to walk me back home and feeling slightly hesitant with a random stranger walking with me. “I’ll be fine, really. I know how to defend myself.”

“Yeah but I can’t let a pretty thing like you walk alone at night, especially with all the creeps around these alleyways.” He demands, clearly not taking my negative answer into consideration in his mind

Knowing that he won’t stop until I finally give in, I decide on just letting him walk with me. For some reason I feel like i can trust him and having a possible male friend that’s not a gang member is pretty refreshing.

“Fine, you can walk with me but don’t try anything funny or I’ll put a bullet through your skull.” I warn him, shooting him a slight glare and then chuckle at how his expression says that he knows I’m not kidding and that I am serious about the words I just spoke.

We take off from the spots we were stuck in for a few minutes and I start to make my way towards my car with him following close next to me.

“Soo… what’s with you carrying a gun around?” He finally speaks up, trying to make small talk as he looks me up and down in question, seeming a lot more calmer than others who I’ve had the fortune to have pulled a gun to their head.

“Well it’s not exactly legal and I can’t tell you the reason behind it.” I explain and wait for his reaction, noticing the wheels turning in his head with my words hanging in the tense air between us as small awkward silence joins in alongside the tense air.

He nods his head in understanding, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket which was softly draped over his shoulders. “M’kay, understandable.”

"Why are you out so late?" I ask my first question, a small chuckle escapes past his lips as he glances between me and the side walk ahead of him as we walk alongside each other.

"I think I should be asking that." He jokes, we share a small laugh and as his laugh hits my ears I feel slightly warmer inside, his laugh sounds like a small flower newly blooming before he starts to add, "but to answer your question, I was makin' a quick delivery"

I glance at him with slight confusion shadowing over my features, what kind of delivery is he talking about? he doesn't look like the type to deliver packages and with the current time, packages aren't delivered anymore.

"What kind of delivery?" My head tilting to the side in question, glancing up and down at his attire and observing him closely to try and pry an answer out of him from his appearance alone.

A chuckle rumbles in his throat at my question regarding his words, noticing me clearly observing him while thinking he's not gonna notice but with how my eyes were sliding down his form slightly scrunched in determination to get an answer, my intentions were obviously spotted.

"An illegal one." He answers straight to the point, I almost get taken aback by his sudden honestly given that we are strangers to each other and don't even know each other names yet. Quite shocking how quickly he seemed to warm up to me.

"So that makes us both involved in illegal activity," I summarise what I've caught from our current conversation we’re having before I add. "At least we got one thing in common so far." My brain is slowly easing into the information that this might be the longest walk I've been on.

As we finally start to reach the end of our little walk but just as the conversation starts flowing, I see a small glimpse of my car in the distance and feel slightly bummed that our meeting is soon going to come to an end.

I decide to just fuck it and ask for his number to maybe hang out in the near future together, ill be new air to breathe since he isnt involved with the gang I'm involved in. I’m nit sure in what illegal activity he is involved in but I wont stress over that for now.

We finally make it to my car, being only few feet away from it as i turn my head to look at him as he notices me glancing in the way of the black car and realizes it could possibly belong to me.

“Can you give me your phone for a sec?” He speaks up first, glancing down at me and at the black car we are now standing infront of and eyeing it up with quite the precision in his eyes.

Hesitant thoughts cross my mind as I slightly stare at him with confusion contouring my face, the only thing I get from him is a small laugh rumbling in his throat before he adds. “I’m not gonna steal it, don’t worry”

Still feeling slightly skeptic about this idea but I reach into the back pocket of my jeans and reveal my phone to him, before putting it in his direction and for him to easily grab I unlock it first as I assume he would want to use it for something.

Taking the opportunity he grabs ahold of my phone in his calloused hands and opens an app, quickly typing something out before handing it back that causes our hands to brush against each other.

As i take my phone back and shove it into my back pocket but pulling out my car keys and unlocking the car door, turning my head to glance back at him.

"See ya later, little trouble." He slighty teased, emphasizing the little nickname he suddenly thought of. My thoughts are mixed with the random nickname but I wont stress it too much until I get inside of my car.

He shoots me a small smirk that grows on his face before turning around, making his back face me now and starts to walk in the other direction. Slowly letting the dark shadows consume his form into their black wrath.

I open my car door and slide inside, slumping into my seat as my hands land on the steering wheel. My thoughts slowly wrapping their shadowy arms aroun dmy head and pulling me into the pitch black pit, I finally push the key into the keyhole and press the gas, pulling out of my parked spot and into the nightly street as rain starts tapping the roof of my car...

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dad!franco thoughts: slices of life

notes and warnings: just thoughts really, Teo is giving everyone a hard time, Sofia’s a survivor, chatgpt translated all the spanish for me.

1. first emergency

HOSPITAL KOW

You felt your entire body shaking as you read the text from Franco when you were leaving the gym. You called him immediately, the three seconds that took him to pick up sending your anxiety over the roof.

“What happened?”

You could hear both of your kids crying in the background.

“I’m driving to the hospital right now, Teo closed the door on Sofi’s finger and she can’t move it.”

“Why is Teo crying too?” you asked as you got in the car.

“He feels bad”

“Oh, god, my babies. Meet you there, need anything?”

“No. I love you”

“Love you too”

The drive to the hospital was a mess, you were at the speed limit at all times, passing anyone that you deemed too slow. You managed to get there first and help the kids out of Franco’s car when he parked. He made his way in with your daughter while you tried to calm Teo down.

You wanted to cry just from seeing their red faces but you had to control yourself, show your son that everything was fine.

“How are you feeling, baby?” you asked, wiping the tears off his face.

“I hurt Sofi, mommy”

“And she’s gonna be just fine, okay? The doctor’s gonna fix her little finger and we can go home”

“I’m sorry, mommy” he apologized, still crying.

“It’s okay, baby, it was an accident”

You held him till he stopped crying, sitting in the waiting room. You only relaxed again when Franco came out with your sleeping daughter in his arms. He looked much calmer too.

“It was broken” he said, showing you her tiny hand in a cast. “tylenol for pain and lots of love” he handed you the prescription “good news is baby bones are easy to fix, bad news is we gotta keep her hand away from her mouth for two weeks.” he turned to your son who was trying to look at his sister “No es nada, mi amor, solo una pupa” he showed Teo.

“A pupa?” you smiled, giving him a questioning look.

“A booboo” he explained.

“Right. I’ve never heard that one before.”

“That’s because this one,” he pointed at Teo “thankfully, didn’t get many pupas.”

“You sound silly with your baby talk.” you told him as you walked out of the hospital “Never would’ve imagined you like this when we first met”

2. mommy fixes anything

“¡Papá!” Franco heard his daughter scream and immediately put his phone down running to her room where she was supposed to be asleep.

When he opened the door her face was red and covered in tears and she had a ripped stuffed animal in her tiny hands.

“Shorter nap today, huh?” he picked her up and inspected the toy in his hand “What happened here, mi amor?”

He asked but Sofia only cried more as he walked her to the living room where Teo was playing.

“Teo, do you happen to know anything about this?”

The boy went pale when his dad showed him the toy before tears filled up his eyes and his lips formed a pout.

“¡Perdon, papi!” he cried looking down at his own toys.

“What happened, Teo? You know this is one of your sisters favorite toys.”

“I was just playing papi. Bobo was on the floor and my car ran over him. I’m sorry, papi”

“Ay, mi amor, it’s okay” he sat down next to Teo in the floor, Sofia sniffling in his arms. “Hey, I’ll ask mommy to fix it, okay? Bobo will be good as new” he wiped his son’s tears away and turned to the younger kid “Hear that, Sofi? No need to cry, mommy’s gonna come home and fix it for you”

3. nap time

“Have you seen Teo?” you asked Franco who was making snack plates for the kids “He said he didn’t want to nap after school today, but he’s not in his room or the playroom”

“You sure? I haven’t seen him either, thought he was sleeping”

“Fuck” you sighed, already moving from the kitchen to look for him.

You looked out the window to see if he was outside but nothing, in the living room, behind the plants, back in the playroom, in his room, your room, nothing, nothing and nothing. Franco had started looking for him too by the time you decided to check in Sofia’s room.

Your heart finally stopped racing when you found him. He had climbed into his sister’s crib and was cuddling her, his tiny body wrapped around her tinier body. They were both asleep, and their identical faces were the same, mouths open, drooling and long lashes brushing their chubby cheeks.

Franco walked in with you when he saw the door open, he couldn’t help but chuckle as you took a picture.

“They look just like you. That’s exactly what you look like when you sleep” you said, leaning on him as he hugged you from behind.

“I look perfect when I sleep, then” he teased and you nodded, kissing his cheek. “How did he even managed that?

“I’ll have to look in the camera later. We have to wake them up now, or they will be too energetic for bedtime.”

“Don’t wanna move them, they look so comfortable”

4. tantrums and airport struggles

“¡Papi! My bag is heavy” Teo complains.

“You can always get in the stroller with your sister”

"¡No soy un bebé, papi!"

It seemed that every year the trip to Argentine got worse. Franco wouldn’t give it up for anything and neither would you but the kids made everything much more difficult. So much stuff you had to pack and carry on.

With Teo being almost five he got very vocal, about everything. He wasn’t about to keep quiet in the airport, especially when he had to walk all the way across it because you got the wrong gate. You weren’t stupid, you had a stroller, obviously, for Sofia and Mateo, cause you knew how tiring traveling across the ocean is. But he absolutely refused to use it.

He was a big boy and he didn’t need a stroller. But he did need to whine about walking. His bag was heavy, his shoes hurt his feet, he didn’t want to hold his dad’s hand, anything he could do to make it more difficult he would do. Franco had let you take the easy one, Sofia that was already napping in the stroller.

So he was stuck with the toddler’s tantrums.

“I’m not carrying your bag and I’m not letting you take your shoes off, pibe. If you’re tired you can just sit on the stroller.”

“Pero, papi” he whined.

Franco was just about to lose his sanity when the boy tripped. He tripped over the laces of his shoes that he had untied in an attempt to get rid of them. The man mumbled a curse under his breath before reaching out for the boy that was now crying.

“Will you listen now?” he asked once the boy calmed down. “You can’t take off your shoes and if you were in the stroller you’d be safe and sound, probably sleeping.”

“I don’t wanna go in the stroller, papi”

Franco took a deep breath as he picked up the child, taking the bag from his back and the shoes off his feet. He walked over to you to throw his things on Teo’s seat on the stroller.

“He won?” you asked, watching Mateo hugging his father’s neck, sniffling as he rested on his shoulder.

“I think so”

[brooooswriting]

Reasons

Natasha Romanoff x reader (Angst to fluff)

Set after black widow movie, talk of the red room, torture etc.

A/n: I haven’t written for Nat in a while but this came up in my head and I couldn’t stop myself.

“I promise she's cheating on me” Natasha whined to Clint who sat on his bed, ice pack on his knees after a long mission. He was gone for about 2 months meaning that Nat couldn’t talk to him, so she kept her problems inside until he came back.

“Nat, she loves you. Why the hell would she cheat on you?” He asks groaning, you only ever had eyes for her. Even before your three years relationship, all you ever saw was Natasha.

And it was true, you loved her more than your own life. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for her, you would destroy yourself for her which is what you were doing at the moment.

You barely left your lab at the moment, constantly being locked up in there with your new lab assistant, Sarah. Tony hired her for you and the redhead hated her the moment she met her, she was trying to steal you from her and her suspicions confirmed when you locked away with her.

“I promise you it’s Sarah, she’s stealing my girlfriend. I bet they are doing it right now” by now she couldn’t even hold back her tears, they were streaming down her face wildly. Clint sat up and wrapped her up in a hug to calm her down.

“How about this, try to get her to talk tonight no matter how late and if she doesn’t wanna talk, if she’s ignoring it. Go to bed and end it in the morning” the archer said, his hand stroking her back while she nodded into the crook of his neck.

That night at 2 a.m you finally came back to your room. The day has been exhausting and you couldn’t wait to lay behind Nat and cuddle into her, you missed her terribly but everything you did, you did for her. What you didn’t expect was your girlfriend awake sitting in your bed with her upper body against the headrest. “What are you doing awake love? It’s late” you whispered as if you could wake somebody up as you got rid of your shoes.

“Yeah, it is late and you haven’t been back at dinner time again! Where were you?!” She hissed at you, the glare making you cower.

“In my lab, I’ve been working” you explained with a soft smile changing into your pjs to finally go to bed.

“I wonder with who. Let me guess Sarah was there too huh?” The moment she said your lab assistants name her voice was filled with venom. She’s always had a problem with the blonde and you never knew why.

“Yeah, that’s what she gets paid for. Can we not talk about this right now? I wanna sleep, with you in my arms” you mumbled as you move towards her, crawling under the blanket.

“Stay away! You don’t wanna talk about it, fine. You do not touch me” she gritted out, turning away from you. You sighed, you really wish you could tell her but you couldn’t. Not yet. So you turned towards her, not touching her. Just starting at her back as you fell asleep.

The next morning you were gone when she was awake so she got Clint and started packing her things. You weren’t gonna come back until late at night and until then she’d be gone. She’d move into Clint’s room until she figured out what else to do.

What she didn’t expect was for you to come back to your room at 9 a.m with flowers in hand. “Nat? What’s going on? Why are you packing your stuff?” You questioned, flowers still in hand when she glared at you.

“We are over. Go fuck with Sarah, I mean, y/n be honest. This is what you wanted! You cheat, you loose me. I’m doing what you didn’t have the balls for. I’m ending this. I hope you’re happy with her” she spit out, speed walking past you. You were about to follow her but Clint stood in your way, blocking your path.

“Clint, come on. I gotta follow her” you said, trying to push past him but he refused. “Barton, you know I wouldn’t cheat on her” you tried again but no luck.

“I thought the same but now? Now I want you to stay away from her” he said pushing you back a bit. You took that as a sign to leave, turning to go back to your lab, the flowers thrown on the floor.

You came back to the lab with tears streaming down your face, anger fuming inside of you. “Are you alright y/n? You didn’t wanna be back unt- oh, you’re crying” Sarah said, coming over with a tissue.

“I’m good, I-I’m managing. Natasha broke up with me” there was a moment of silence. While Sarah was desperately afraid of the redhead, she still thought the two of you were the cutest couple she knows.

“Do- do you wanna stop all this?” She asked carefully, gesturing towards your project. After a second of silence you spoke up again.

“No, no. This isn’t just for her. This can help thousand of others too. So let’s finish this alright? How long is this going to take? Half a day max. We made it too far to stop” you explained as you stood up.

After 7 hours 98% of the tests came back positive making you break out in tears again. Sarah gave you a smile and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. “You did it y/n/n” she cheered you on, her arms still around you.

“Y/- oh my god. So what Nat said was true?! You cheated on her? With the woman Tony paid for you?” Steve growled as he walked in on you and Sarah hugging causing you to abruptly pull back. It was amazing how fast words spread in this tower because from the moment Steve left after screaming it took about 15 minutes for a fuming Wanda to come down to your lab, eyes glowing red and Yelena behind her.

“You’re dead Y/n Y/l/n” the widows sister called out and you could already feel Wanda’s energy radiating around you. This was gonna be your end. No question.

“No, wait. Please. I promise on my life that I didn’t cheat” you whimpered out as you were lifted into the air. Sarah stood in shock as you were thrown against a wall. “Wanda! Come on. Take my hand, you can feel if I’m telling the truth” the two women looked at each other for a second before Yelena nodded at the witch. So she approached your form that was sitting on the ground, leaning on the wall you were thrown against.

She took another of your hands, a red glow started to engulf them as she gave you a nod. “I never cheated on Nat, never have never will” you said looking at the woman in front of you.

“She’s telling the truth” Wanda confirmed, pulling you up as your hands were still connected.

“But then what is all of this? Why did you pull away from her? Why’d you do this?” Yelena asked desperately, in her mind she could still hear Natasha cry.

“I can’t explain right now, give me two more hours. In two hours send Nat down here please” you looked at Yelena especially, knowing that she was the one who could convince her sister to do this.

“Why?” Was the only thing you were met with. You sighed, this was gonna be complicated.

“I can’t tell you Yelena, Tasha sees right through you. I can’t have that happen, not after I nearly destroyed our relationship because of it” you explained, tears welling up in your eyes at the thought of your shattered relationship.

“Then no can do” was the answer you received, making you groan. You should have guessed that this wasn’t gonna be easy.

“How about I tell Wanda and she can tell you if it’s worth it or now” after Yelena agreed you leaned forward and whispered into the witches ear, her heart melting at what you told her. Once her eyes were brimming with tears she pulled back and nodded to Yelena.

“She’ll be here in exactly two hours” were the last words the woman spoke before they disappeared.

“Well, now quick” Sarah laughed and you two started to work with full speed.

“You know I might have to fire you right? To save my relationship” you mumbled as you read through the latest updates F.R.I.D.A.Y ran for you, making small changes.

“I know and it’s alright. I’d do the same thing if I ever love someone as much as you love her. I mean I’d be happy if you don’t have to but I get it. Oh, and I ordered flowers, Champaign and chocolate for the two of you” she smiled as she read through some of the statistics.

“I hope so too but I’d do anything for her”

Two hours later the lights were dimmed, the champagne was in the fridge and chocolate on the side table. You were changed into a trouser and a top instead of an oversized shirt and joggers. Now you were just waiting for the love of your life.

“You better have a really good reason to have Yelena get me down here!” Her voice could be heard before she could be seen. Her eyes were a bit red, her voice a bit rough and her posture everything but relaxed.

“I do, I wanna tell you and show you what I’ve been doing down here. Because it definitely wasn’t cheating, love” she tensed up even more at the nickname making you cringe. It was a habit after two years.

“Don’t call me that” was the only answer you received.

“Okay. Im sorry. Do you remember our mission 8 months ago? After you ended the red room and one of our enemies decided to- you know?”

“Yeah”

Flashback

“And what do you think the world would say about all of this, huh? Black widow. What would they say about your graduation ritual and the training you went through? What would she say?” He pointed at you. Before either of you could do anything, something was attached to both of your heads and suddenly you saw everything through Natasha’s eyes.

“Nooo, please don’t. Please!! I promise this won’t distract me” young Natasha screamed and suddenly you felt a sharp pain at your left cheek. The man had slapped you hard enough to make your head turn.

“You will sit through this and you’ll remember this pain every damn time you disobey me or get distracted” the man said and suddenly you were strapped to an O.R. Table, your stomach was cut open with barely any medication making you scream in pain. Somewhere there you blacked out from the pain. When you woke up again there was a jar in front of you, everything they pulled out of you was in that jar.

“You’re now a widow. This will remind you that you are nothing more than that” was the last thing you remembered before Steve finally saved you.

To say that the two of you weren’t okay after that for a while wasn’t a surprise to anyone. You hung onto each other, mostly staying in your room always having some kind of physical contact. There was a lot of crying, a lot sleeping and a lot of mental pain. After a while things went back to normal.

“What about that?” She finally asked, shaking the memory of the mission off.

“After that I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about what they took from you, about through how much pain you went and how broken you looked when you told me that you can’t have kids. Something you’ve always wished for” you had planed the whole speech for about a month now but you were still nervous and the fact that Natasha was mad at you didn’t make it easier.

“So what? You called me down here to make me live through all that again?” She hissed and you had to hold an eye roll back.

“No, I didn’t. And you remember when we had to foster that 6 year old girl 5 months ago?”

“Yeah, Mia. We kept her for 3 weeks, she was cute” the redhead said, looking at her feet.

“No matter how many times you’ve told me that you didn’t need to have kids and that you were fine I couldn’t help but not believe you. I want you to be happy and I would do everything for you which is why I was down here. Constantly.” You explained further hoping that she’d look at you again.

“And you thought cheating on me would make me happy?” You took a second to take a deep breath before you stretched out your hand.

“I didn’t cheat. Please give me the benefit of the doubt and let me show you. Please, I’ve been working on this for months, for you.”

Your pleading tone was what made her give in and carefully take your hand as you pulled her along to oke of your microscopes, gently pushing her in front of you. She took that as a sign to look into it as you stood behind her, one hand on her waist. “What am I looking at?” She asked rather bored, not having any interest in the scientific stuff at the moment.

“Something that will involve into this” you told her as you pulled her further into your lab where she saw a hologram from an uterus. “This is a “

“I know what this is y/n” this time she rolled her eyes as she looked at the hologram.

“You kinda do, but not really. This is a uterus I made, it’s made from Stem cells and I can plant it into anybody, there it can keep growing to the point where it is a part of them and they’ll be able to have kids. I mean right now I specified it to the way the red room removed them but I could change that. This might not fix the world but I hope that it will help thousands of women who had to suffer like you did. And I hope it helps you” your voice was shaky at the end of your monologue. To some it may have seemed as if you were just out of breath but the redhead knew you better, she knew that it were your emotions that got a hold of you.

“Wh-What does that mean?” She asked, her voice trembling and her eyes glossy as one hand rested on her stomach. The spy was anything but stupid so you knew that she got what you said but she just didn’t wanna believe it.

“It means that after the treatment you can be a mother, Natasha and I just know that you’ll be the best mom ever”

Silence. That’s all there was for a long moment. The second you realized that she wasn’t going to say something about it you took the turn you hoped you wouldn’t need. “I mailed Bruce the instructions so he can do the treatment with you. The first few days after the treatment you might be very emotional, so make sure the team is there for you or your future partner. Every detail is in the files, they’re under your name, the code is your birthday. If you don’t want Bruce to do it with you I left a document with names of people who would do it with you” you told her as you tapped on one of the tablets.

“More”

“What?” You asked as you tried to piece her word together with that she meant.

“Show me More” you nodded and led her to another corner of your lab.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. open Natasha 3.1 alpha” you told the A.I who immediately started. A picture of a blonde woman showing on one of the screens, her stomach showing a small bump. “This is Alia, she was a widow too, she escaped just like you. She wanted to have child for a while, but they didn’t let her adopt. Not everybody could wipe the blood out is what they told her, so I told her that I could try this on her, she could be the first one. She’s 4 months pregnant now and the baby looks awesome” you told her, watching her as she stared at the screen.

“How’d you find her?” Natasha asked as she skipped through the pictures you had of the woman, stopping at the ultrasound. Her mouth slightly ajar.

“Your mother hooked me up once I told her about my project” you explained walking to stand behind her slightly to the left so you could look over her shoulder.

“You talk to my mother?” You could see her surprised look through the screen making you chuckle.

“Yeah, I talk to your whole family”

“Even though they make fun of your Russian and are extremely exhausting?” She asked, slightly turning her head.

“Well, they’re important to you so that meant that they’re important to me too. And I hoped for them to become my family too one day so” you explained giving her a small smile as you stepped back. “F.R.I.D.A.Y Next please” you said as Natasha turned around to you.

Suddenly the room got darker and soft music started to play, better said Nats favorite music making you freeze.

“Congratulations on finally telling her miss y/l/n. Here are your things” F.R.I.D.A.Y presented the champagne, the chocolate, the flowers and a small ring box making Natasha’s heart skip a beat.

“No, F.R.I.D.A.Y. wrong document” you rushed out but the damage was already done as you saw Nat focus on the box. “I’m so sorry, I’ll get this out of your way. I didn’t plan it like this. Shit” you rambled and kicked a carton that was on the ground out of pure frustration.

“Y-you wanted to marry me?” She mumbled as she watched your back while you tried to gather your thoughts.

“Want” was the only thing you said as you turned to see the redhead with the box in her hand. “I wanted to marry you immediately after that mission 8 months ago just to reassure you that I wasn’t leaving but I thought that that might have given the wrong impression. I was scared that you would have felt pressured to say yes”

“You did all of this for me?” She asked still trying to comprehend everything that happened. You gave her a timid nod, shoving your hands in your front pockets. “And you didn’t stop once I broke up with you?” This time you shook your head no, with a small smile. “I’m an idiot aren’t I?” She asked with a sad smile. You shrugged before shaking your head no.

“No, no matter how good my intentions were I neglected you and made you feel bad about yourself, something I promised to never do so it’s on me. But if you let me I’d like to make it up to you” you couldn’t comprehend the fact that the spy was running into your arms full speed until your ass met the ground with her on top of you. She grinned down at you before pressing her lips to yours. “I’m guessing that’s an I can?” She nodded before kissing you again.

Once you were back on your feet you could see all the avengers and Sarah standing at your door. “Ask her” Sarah mumbled but you quickly shook your head making her frown. “Do it now, or I’ll do it for you” she threatened making you flip her off before getting the box.

“I know this might not be the best moment and I actually planned all of this very very differently but that doesn’t change that you’re the love of my life and no matter if you want a family or not, I want you for the rest of my life. Natasha Alianovna Romanoff will you marry me?” You asked after you got down on one knee in front of her. Her mouth hung open as you opened the box, tears streaming from her eyes.

“Yes, yes” she mumbled over and over again as she knocked you on the ground again causing everybody to laugh.

With a big smile you slid the ring on her finger and holding her hand up for your audience to see who applauded. “I love you Natasha” you mumbled into the kiss you had shared.

“I love you too”

———————————————————————————

The next day Nat got her treatment, Wanda holding her hand while you worked as careful as you could. You two decided that you’d get married, than help some widows and then you’d get pregnant and you couldn’t wait. Tony was nice enough to sponsor the whole project, ‘your wedding gift’ as he said. That was also the first time Nat hugged him.

“There, we are all done love” you said as you discarded your gloves and walked up to her to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“This is the beginning of the rest of our lives” she smiled at you making you grin. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with this woman.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“About Sarah…”

“You can keep her y/n, I get it I misinterpreted things” she grumbled as she cuddled into your arms making it clear that you were supposed to carry her upstairs.

You were already loving the clinginess that came with the treatment.

[hxney-lemcn]

Not Allowed — Lorsan (AFK Journey/Arena) x gn! reader

summary: you met a strange wilder and found yourself falling for your fantasy. What seemed like a dream had become a distant memory, but Lorsan thought of it as anything but.

tw: uhhhh lovesick fools making stupid decisions

a/n: I kinda went off on this one. Ending kinda sucks, sorry.

wc: 2.7k

Master List

It has been a fairly normal day for you. You woke up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before you made your way outside. It was a crisp autumn morning just like any other which helped you wake up slightly. You dragged yourself over to the chicken coop after picking up your basket. The hens were barely awake, all the easier to grab their eggs. After refilling their water and food, you put the eggs safely away in your kitchen. Then you made your way over to your dairy cows. The nice thing about cows was that you didn’t have to feed them, the bad part was giving them water. You started the horrendous trek of taking your metal bucket, going over to the water pump, filling the bucket, carrying it over to the water trough, and repeating the cycle. 

After all the animals were taken care of, you made your way back to your house to fully take care of yourself. I mean your animals were fed, time to feed yourself. The sun was shining brightly now, the sound of your animals filling the silence. It was a comforting atmosphere, something you wouldn’t trade for the world. You decided to cook a few of the eggs, after all, it's best to have them fresh and you had the freshest. It was when you made your way back to milk your cows had your day changed. 

“Oh boy!” You heard an energetic voice call out. “I wonder if there’s any food.” Fully opening your front door, you watched as a man with bunny ears looked around your farm. At first glance you did find him cute, but that doesn’t mean he can just go stealing your hard work. 

“Excuse me!” You called out, walking over to him. “Do you need food?” The man paused, quickly turning around, he looked as if you had caught him taking a cookie from the cookie jar.

“Oh, uhm, you see I’ve been traveling a great distance and I haven’t had much to eat,” He explained, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I didn’t mean any harm.”

The sheepish look on his face had quickly calmed you down, and you felt yourself sympathizing with him, “I can make you something if you’d like.”

“Really?” He asked, perking up. 

“Yeah,” You smiled back. “As long as I can get your name first.” You both introduced yourselves to each other, and you made him a salad at his request (thankfully you still had some lettuce and vegetables). As he ate, Lorsan, as you learned, had talked of his adventures and all he had learned. You, a mere farmer, were quite intrigued by his tales. You rarely left the farm as you sold your products to Rowan who would come to you. The only time you left was to go to the local village to buy items you were running low on once a week. So Lorsan’s tales were quite fascinating. 

“I have to finish my chores now,” You spoke up after Lorsan finished his food. 

“I can help,” He replied, ears twitching slightly. “To thank you for your kindness.”

“Do you know how to milk a cow?” You asked, head tilting to the side. 

“Well…no,” Lorsan responded sheepishly, then a bright smile took over his face. “But I’m a quick learner!”

“I don’t see why not,” You smiled back. His enthusiasm was contagious. You were quickly proven that you should not have trusted him so easily.

“Ah! Careful!” You exclaimed, quickly grasping Lorsan’s wrists to stop him from squeezing too hard. “You’re gonna hurt her if you squeeze like that. You gotta be firm but gentle. Like this.” You moved your hands to cover his and showed him the right amount of pressure. 

“I-I see,” Lorsan stuttered slightly, you missed the way his cheeks turned a light pink. He proceeded to follow your directions after you stepped back and you smiled proudly at how well he was doing now. You had to teach Lorsan how to do some basic chores, but with him by your side, you found yourself enjoying the daily routine that started to feel boring. By the time you both finished, the sun was starting to set.

Feeling a bit of concern (and a bit of selfishness), you asked Lorsan if he wanted to stay for the night. Once again, he was a bit astounded at how kind you had been to him so far. Not to say that people from other villages were unkind, it’s just they were more hesitant to help, and none of them had gone as far as you had. Yes, he had helped you with your chores, but it didn’t feel like much of a chore as you did it together, making jokes together. In fact, Lorsan found himself dreading the day coming to an end. He couldn’t waste any time in just one spot, as the longer he took to find someone to help his people, the more danger they may find themselves in. 

Normally, Lorsan would fool around, he was notorious for his mischievousness back in the dark forest (much to his dismay), but he couldn’t make light of his people’s situation. He had no idea how bad the corruption had gotten, and he feared that by the time he got help it would be too late. It had already been two years since he left after all. But his naive personality still poked through. 

He agreed to your invitation to stay the night as it wouldn’t hurt to get rest in a proper bed. He messed with the salad you made him, green eyes continuing to glance up at you every so often. The conversation had come to a lull as you started to consume your stew. Lorsan felt conflicted, he greatly enjoyed your presence, even if you both had only known each other for a short period of time. He didn’t want to leave so soon, he enjoyed how easily he was able to make you laugh, the look of awe in your eyes as he mentioned his abilities as a Windwhisperers, and your gentle touch as you corrected him. 

His heart beat faster at the memory. Lorsan thought he was coming down with something. It was weird, he hadn’t felt this strongly towards someone before, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. It kept gnawing at him, a part of him wanted to stay, even if it was for just a bit longer, but his guilty conscience weighed more heavily.

“I wish you could join me,” Lorsan spoke, eyes falling onto a tomato amidst the leafy greens. 

You paused, but didn’t think too much of what he said, “That would be nice. Your travels sound quite fun when you’re not being chased off.” You laughed lightly at the teasing remark, but quickly stopped when Lorsan didn’t laugh with you. 

Your eyes scanned his face. His emerald eyes were down cast, his lips tugged slightly downwards. He used his fork to push around his food, ears slightly droopy. You then realized he was being 100% serious and you felt your heart jump. The scenario reminded you of a cheesy scene in a romantic novel you managed to read in your sparse free time. 

“You would love the dark forest,” Lorsan continued, now twirling his fork. “I think you would get along well with Lyca.”

You fiddled with your napkin, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on your shoulders. He does understand your position, right? You are the sole owner of this farm, you have a life, you have animals and people that depend on you. There was no way you could just drop everything on a whim because you met a cute wilder who wanted you to become his companion on his journey. But you were also young, and the thought of being tied down to one spot, never truly seeing the world, also weighed down on you. It was easier to forget about your wish to explore as you lose yourself in your chores, lose yourself in books and lose yourself in your trade. Lorsan had brought that longing back to the forefront, the want to explore, the need to see sites that laid only in your wildest dreams.

It was all too conflicting for you. 

“...you know I can’t leave,” You muttered, eyes downcast. “This is my home.”

“I know,” Lorsan responded despondently. A pregnant pause followed, and you found yourself wanting to mend whatever had just broken. 

“Come back,” You stated, leaving no room for debate. Lorsan finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. “When you find whoever you need to, when you fix your land, come back.”

Lorsan felt his mind race. He hadn’t thought of coming back, he didn’t need to…not before at least. Would he even be able to come back? His position was high ranking, and he would be needed a lot more once he returned…but he also wanted to see you again. His eyes soaked in the determination in your gaze, how could he deny someone he found so breathtaking? 

“Okay,” He agreed, a small bittersweet smile overtaking him. “But only if you consider one of us going with the other.”

You felt your face warm, that was such a drastic decision, but you supposed you had time to think it over. Yet you still wanted to tease him slightly.

“Are you asking me to run away with you?” You teased, hiding your smile behind your hand. “We’ve only known each other for a day.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Lorsan stubbornly replied back, trying to hide how warm his face felt. You were right, after all. What business did he have asking you to leave everything behind for him? Because he felt strangely for you? He hardly counted that as a reason, but he still held hope, heart fluttering at the thought of you by his side. 

“Too bad there wasn’t a way we could stay in contact,” You sighed, standing up to clean the table. 

Lorsan’s ear twitched, eyes widening at his brilliant plan, of course it would take a bit of a toll on him, but for you, it was worth it, “I could contact you through the wind! You’ll just have to keep an ear out for my messages.”

Your eyes also widened, not having expected such a response, “I would be able to hear it?”

“You should,” Lorsan nodded excitedly, ears bouncing with the movements. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been pretty good at all this Windwhisperer business from a young age.”

“Then I’ll look forward to the wind.”

That had been over a year ago. The time between Lorsan updating you had grown far and few in between. Your naiveness has dissipated. It was a wonderful fantasy while it lasted, but there were too many flaws in the plan. No matter what way you thought, a problem arose. There was no way you could sell your farm or animals, there was no way you could drop everything just for him. It was too extravagant an ask. And Lorsan couldn’t drop everything for you either. Yes, he may have always dreamed of the world beyond the dark forest, but he had a duty that held him back. That didn’t stop his chest from aching every time he was reminded of you. Farm animals were common on his journey, and he remembered how sweetly you smiled at him as you showed him your chickens. How he longed to stay with you. He didn’t want to be tied down, but was it really being tied down if you were by his side?

While you had given up, Lorsan was still pursuing his dream. He had finally managed to find someone that could dispel the corruption. Not to mention it was thee Merlin. He didn’t waste any time getting them on the first ship to the dark forest. It took more time than he’d like to clear everything. He had met his sister and old friends, but a part of him still felt like he was missing. He loved his people, he really did, but he would constantly strain his ears, listening to your soothing humming that the wind mercifully sent his way.

When everything was said and done, his Master Arden had noticed the gray haired man’s despondency. Lorsan had been given many tasks, not allowing him a moment’s respite. Not even being able to think of coming back to you like he had promised. That familiar feeling of the trees closing in on him returned. The comfort of the forest had become a prison once more.

“What’s troubling you,” Arden asked his pupil, wanting to alleviate his worries. 

Lorsan snapped out of his stupor, he had found himself trying to listen for you once more. “I met someone,” Lorsan explained, knowing better than trying to hide from his mentor. “But my duty lies here, in the dark forest.”

“A good whisperer should listen to not only the wind, but also to his own heart,” Arden responded wisely. “Need not worry about us, as our problems have been resolved.” Lorsan felt his breath hitch, hope overtaking him once more.

…

It has been a normal day for you. Waking up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before going to the chicken coop. You put the eggs in your basket, the movements being nearly autonomous. Your days blended together, repeating the same motions over and over. The wind had become a low whistle like it had before, no longer carrying the words you once searched for. Your days have dulled once more. You were just a mere farmer after all.

“I wonder if there’s any food.”

You paused, not sure if you were just hearing things. If your monotonous days had finally broken you and you were hallucinating a reality that had once been real. Your head turned, albeit hesitantly, and your eyes widened at the familiar head of gray hair, green eyes, and bunny ears. You could never forget such a pretty face, nor the sheepish look that rested across it. 

“You’re back,” You stated, slight awe in your tone. You hadn’t really thought he’d ever come back.

“Of course I’m back,” Lorsan scoffed, crossing his arms. “I did promise you, didn’t I?” Your eyes soaked in his figure, noting the backpack that he carried and the slight grin on his lips.

“It’s just been awhile,” You replied, rubbing your arm nervously. “I thought you forgot.”

Lorsan’s jaw fell slack (somewhat comically might I add), “How could I ever forget someone like you!” You felt your heart jump. That feeling you thought you’d gotten over returned like nothing had ever happened, like you both hadn’t been separated for years.

Feeling a bit insecure, you couldn’t help but bring up what weighed on you, “You stopped sending messages.”

His ears drooped slightly in response, “I’m sorry about that. It takes a lot of energy for me to do that, and when I found someone that could help, I wanted them to help as quickly as possible so I could come back.” You truly felt silly. Of course he was busy, he was a hero after all.

“It’s alright,” You smiled, the ache wasn’t fully gone, but you understand. “You’re here now, aren’t you?” 

Lorsan perked up at that, a bright smile overtaking his features, “Yes! Do you remember the second half of our promise?” That was the part you were dreading. Telling him you couldn't move to the dark forest. You nodded, shifted back and forth on your feet.

“If it would be okay with you, I would like to move in.”

For the second time that day you felt yourself freeze. He…wanted to live with you? Didn’t he want to be with his friends? Didn’t he want to live where he grew up? Was he being serious?

“I-I mean it’s okay if you say no,” Lorsan fumbled, feeling his nerves consume him. “I understand, b-but I really enjoyed that day, and I wouldn’t mind helping you with your chores.”

You really shouldn’t say yes. Yes, you got to know him better through his messages, but he still didn’t know you all that well. Even though it had been years since that day, it felt like a rushed move, but his pretty green eyes had your resolve melting.

“Okay,” You agreed, a sheepish smile crawling over your lips. 

“Really?” Lorsan gasped, bouncing on his feet. 

“Yeah,” Your grin widened. “Just don’t cause too much trouble.”

[sunnysidesevenup]

U gotta tell us how Neige reacted when he first saw Arlo's merform and maybe how it happened?? /Nf

Was going to make this a comic at first but then I realized I had too much I wanted to say and a lot of it wouldn’t translate well, so here’s a little scene lol. read under the cut!!

also tagging ppl hehe,,, @jadelover69 @lallopsyou @miriaocs

“You know… RSA has a pool!” Neige says, arms behind his back while he smiles at Arlo. “It can even be reserved, and there’s both an indoor and outdoor one!”

Arlo blinks at him. “Oh… that’s cool? I didn’t know you liked swimming that much.”

Neige makes a face at him, fond but a little exasperated.

“What?”

“I was inviting you.” He explains.

“Oh. Oh!” The mer tilts his head. “To… RSA? To swim? I don’t know how to swim as a human, though.”

Neige shakes his head. “That’s okay! Lots of mers use the pool in their normal forms, it’s plenty big enough and it’s maintained by magic, so there’s no chemicals! I thought it would be nice, since you said it was a bit annoying being stuck as a human all the time the other week.”

“But would it really be okay…? I’m not an RSA student.”

Neige smiles at him, “I promise it’s fine.” He reassures, and Arlo finally seems to calm down a little.

“Alright, then.”

-

“You weren’t joking about the pool being big enough.” Arlo says, staring at the outdoor pool on the RSA grounds.

Neige laughs, tilting his head at him. “We have a swim team! They usually use the indoor one, though.” He moves to sit beside Arlo, who’s on the edge of the water with a hand reached out. He touches it, feeling the temperature and humming.

“It’s not too cold, right? It’s heated.”

“The ocean is colder, and my body handles the cold well even as a human. I’m more worried about you.”

Neige giggles. Arlo’s always worrying about him, even when he doesn’t need to. “I’ll be okay!”

Truthfully, he’s not that great of a swimmer, but he’s decent enough. He’d like to improve, especially now when he plans to spend a lot more time around one particular merfolk.

“Do you need to change, or anything?” Arlo asks curiously.

“Nope! Made sure I already put on swimwear, so we can just jump right in!” Strangely, he’s a little nervous. He’s never seen Arlo’s mer form before! It’s exciting!

“Okay.” Arlo nods, and then simply jumps into the pool immediately, making sure to angle it so the splash doesn’t hit Neige.

There’s moments of still silence, the other boy not re-emerging from below the water, and although it’s irrational he starts to grow a bit worried while waiting. Nothing could have gone wrong, right? It was unlikely, but maybe he should just go in right away—

There’s another splash, and the surface breaks, Arlo re-emerging from beneath the water.

There’s a moment where Neige can’t even process what he’s seeing, the only word coming to mind being wow.

Arlo tilts his head at him, and there’s so much blue of so many different shades and the scales on his cheeks are so shimmery, glittering in the light. The color of his hair is a little different, too, the hues mixed with reds and greens and blues to match the rest of him. It’s come loose from its usual style, and the strands curl around his face, longer than Neige usually gets to see.

This is how you look? He thinks, and he knows he’s got a dumb, awestruck look on his face. He can’t help it.

“Oh… I probably should have warned you how big of a difference it is.” The mer says, and wow his eyes haven’t changed color but the sclera is red now and they’re so green. “It’s not as big a difference as some other mers, but… it’s probably a bit strange.”

“It’s not strange!” Neige immediately blurts, shaking his head. He moves closer to the edge of the water so he can see better, eyes on the swishing tail he can see behind his companion. The colors are mesmerizing, glittering under the sunlight. “Arlo, you’re gorgeous.” He says, sincerity dripping from his words.

Arlo’s eyes widen—his eyes really are so pretty—and he stares for a second before shaking his head frantically. “You— Wh—.. I—“

The mers skin flushes a darker blue (blue!!) and Neige has only a second to appreciate it before he’s ducked back beneath the water.

“Wait! Arlo, ack, come back! Don’t be embarrassed, it’s true!”

[crimsonbowphight]

[UNEXPECT MEET]

Rewrite btw.

( illumina x reader )

After a long day at work. You finally came back home and shut the door behind you,letting out a tired sigh because you encountered many of shitloads today.

You walked into your room and the first thing you always do when you first entered the room. Play PHIGHTING! Of course! Your current favorite game on Roblox right now,it’s going popular nowadays.

You logged into your Roblox account and joined PHIGHTING!

Something off isn’t it?

You walk to the truck where Zuka is standing at right now. It’s a place where you can join the match.

………

It’s been 5 minutes and you haven’t loaded into the match! It’s not normal now! You checked your WiFi. Your internet connection is still normal. But there’s other choice. Report to the developer of PHIGHTING!

You quickly screenshot the screen and send it to one of the Phighting developers. You wrote some text to explain what is happening in the picture.

“Hi! Sorry to disturb you but there’s a problem with my loading screen right now. I’ve been waiting for 5 minutes now and i still haven’t get loaded into the game. My wifi connection is normal like usual. So do you mind helping me please? Thank you!”

You sat infront of your computer in hope. But not so soon. You began to feel sleepy but wouldn’t it be better for you to rest with those whole day you came off? Who knows anyways,?

You shut down the computer and then walked to the bed.

Well the bed is waiting for you! What are you waiting for? You quickly jumped down onto the bed,slowly sinks down into your bed with your weights.

After a few moments going off. You lay unconscious on the bed while wrapping the blanket around yourself.

You find yourself standing in the middle of the dreamscape land.

“So what will i need to do with them now..?”

Your eyes quickly snapped open and..oh wow. Congratulations! You find yourself lying in the unfamiliar bed! It’s not your house! Not your bed! Where are you right now?

“…where the heck am-“

You quickly shuts your mouth because you’re face to face with one of the Phighting deities. It’s Icedagger!

“Pray calm down! I won’t hurt you!”

“Your name is Icedagger..right?”

Icedagger’s eyes widened. How did you know his name without him introducing himself to you?!

“How did you know??!!”

Icedagger says in surprised tone.

“Haha well you’re one of the deities from Phighting! So of course i am hundred percent sure that i’ve heard of deities in that game before! Big fan of it!”

You replied to him in (somehow) calm manner

“My name is [Y/N]! I have a question though. How did i get here? I was laying on top of my bed a few seconds ago wasn’t it?”

“Oooh…so you don’t remember..long story..but i’ll tell you. Around in the middle of the night i was just wandering around the crossroad but then i saw you on the ground so I quickly picked you up and..yeah ran back to the temple.”

“If- wait how am I outside of my house though??”

“Possibly trying to kidnap you. Someone.”

You sat on the bed in silence before nodding in understanding.

“Well..i understand. I think i’ll go back to sleep from now on…if anything happens please tell me!”

“No problem buddy! Have a goodnight rest!”

Icedagger walked out of from the room..was it considering as your room? Probably not. You sighed and lay back down onto the bed. Missing your home. Your friend. Whatever that is.

You can barely fight the tiredness now. Your eyes began to flickered but you gave up anyways. You shut your eyes and fly back to the Dreamscape land.

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(1/?)

Sorry for the grammar in there but i decided to upload one part every 1-2 days. (Cuz i gotta think for the plot.)

Sammy out!

[keysorsomething]

Gun Run

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I'm so sorry this is late !! I couldn't write it when I was intending to because I felt super bad. I hope you enjoy lol

Cross-posted on Ao3

It had been radio silence between the two of you, since the incident. There were brief, longing glances, but not much else.

He didn’t look awful, thankfully. His eyes looked tired, you could tell. After seeing him truly well-rested it was easy to see the difference, but they weren’t red and puffy. The biggest difference, however, was the beast that stayed behind him, just at his heels.

Velikan had explained it to you - a fluffy animal he had gotten after a mission with his last PMC. Sputnik, he had named it. The hyena was making quite the splash with KorTac at the moment.

You stood, far enough away to make sure König noted you weren’t standing next to Nikto, watching as Graves was absolutely mesmerized by the creature. The blondish American man had meat laid out in a stretched open palm, watching with wide eyes as the hyena licked it up.

“Man, Nikki!” Graves chirps, “You should have mentioned you had one o’ these before,” He stands, elbowing the Russian man in the kevlar-covered ribs. Nikto grunts, stepping back.

“I did not have him with me,” Nikto explains. “There was an issue with the paperwork, and he was living with a friend of ours.”

Graves opens his mouth, but he's interrupted by the loud rumbling of Velikan… rumbling. You can't be too sure of what noises he was making this far away. Graves makes a face of acknowledgment as he nods.

“So, he’s trained for the field?” Graves asks, prodding more even though he's been told not to. You're sure he's aware of what happens to people who push Nikto.

“Да, he is,” Nikto responds. “With any luck, he’ll be with us this next mission, but we are yet to be granted approval,” He continues, throwing a glare to the corner that houses the Colonel.

The Austrian man stands with his arms crossed, a glare in his eyes too. But, as Graves away from him - after hardly even looking - with a scoff, they soften briefly. Velikan pats his commander’s back, gently gripping at his shoulder with a low mumble. Graves sighs.

“Do I gotta?” He asks, and Velikan nods. “Fine.. but I am expecting to see that savanna puppy in action soldier!” He orders as he's pulled away. The rest of the Shadow Company follows as well.

“Don't call it a savanna puppy,” Mace grumbles as they pass you.

A call comes from down the hall in response, “That's what they are!” Before more muffled grunting lets you know Velikan is scolding him. Or maybe laughing. He's too far away to tell. The room is silent, still without Graves. You feel more than one pair of eyes on you, and you shuffle awkwardly.

You throw your hand up in a half-wave, slipping out of the room behind them. You’re unsure where exactly to go, trying to decide between the shooting range or the barracks. You had some paperwork to do, didn’t you? You sigh, trying to calm yourself down. It had been a long few weeks, and it was only going to feel longer.

The setup for the mission is the same as always, a messy rush of people trying to get all of their gear in order. You pull your gun off of its brace on the wall, checking it over briefly. You pull the magazine out, double-checking that it’s empty even though you know it's empty - you haven’t forgotten any details about the last time you touched it. The first time you touched him.

Your eyes flick over to the side, watching Nikto get himself and Sputnik ready. The beast shakes as he tries to put the special kevlar over its neck, and you can imagine that he’s huffing soft swears in Russian to it. Graves watches intently, seemingly wanting to help. Or at least talk to Nikto about it. Velikan seems to have a sharp watch over the both of them. It almost makes you feel bad, since he has so much on his plate without you asking him to babysit Nikto too. You can only imagine what his therapy sessions are like having to take care of Graves all of the time.

You don’t have the time to dwell, though, O’Connor’s voice cutting through as he calls for everyone to hurry the fuck up and get in line. The sound is familiar and oddly comforting, and you can't help but feel the excitement start to fill in the cracks between the stress, anxiety, and fear you’ve been feeling. Those feelings aren't abnormal before you go out, but it's been significantly worse. You usually don't have to be so cautious of how you act and who you hang out with. But König's watchful eyes and judgment of your relationships have been keeping you on edge. Even with your other coworkers, you've been more distant. You take your gun, making sure to check it out as you move to stand in your place.

"C'mon, come on!" He yells, clapping his hand as he chants to get the whole squad ready. It takes a few more minutes, but you end with the group you're going with.

König, Nikto, Izzy, Graves, Velikan, Valeria, and you. A second team was going as well: O'Connor, Hutch, Horangi, Stilletto, Oz, and Mace, but they were to be moved separately. Orders are barked to both groups, everyone piling in their respective cars. You sit in the very back, next to Izzy. In front of you is Nikto, Sputnik at his feet, and Graves, with Velikan in between them.

The whole ride is uncomfortably silent, with soft music playing over the radio occasional instructions from Valeria on where to go, and the crackle of conversation from the other car. O'Connor is hard to hear back here, and you’re unable to make out what he’s saying, only his accent. Sometimes Graves leans over to try to get Sputnik’s attention, kissing at him, only to be swatted away by Velikan.

The ride is long, but the mission should be easy and simple - in and out. It was a rescue mission, as far as you were aware. It doesn’t matter, really. Your job was to go in, secure the area, secure the thing or person, and get out. And you were damn good at your job, you’d like that on record.

You have to drive through a very populated area to get to the building holding it, compared to most of your missions, but it isn’t something that bothers you much. And it makes sense with most of whom you were placed with, like König and Graves.

König pulls through an intersection, the chatter of O’Connor coming through the hand radio attached to a pop-socket on one of the vents. It all happens at once, very fast, the car behind you is hit. You hear the pain through the radio, and the whole of your car lights up.

“Pull over, goddamn it, pull over,” Valeria snaps, swatting at the shoulders of your Colonel. Graves mutters curses, trying to squint past you and Izzy to see the other van. Velikan’s door swings open, a gun shoved out of it. Nikto’s eyes meet yours, wide and panicked. You nod at him, assuring him you’re okay.

This wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought.

Gunfire is loud - something someone who had never fired a gun before would never understand is that it transcends sound; even with the proper ear protection, big guns shake your bones and change the beat of your heart. You’ve been around it many, many times, but even now you feel how the shots from your coworkers shake up your rhythm and push the air out of your lungs. It’s the only thing that tells you someone on your side is still firing because you can’t see anyone.

You curse, falling back under the flimsy cover of a tipped-over newspaper dispenser - something you were incredibly surprised to see - and release your magazine, shoving a new one into place. With that, you’re out of preloaded mags, and any extra ones are in the long abandoned car fire of the extra car.

You’d seen Hutch get out, pulling Horangi along with him, and you were sure you had seen glimmers of Mace’s gear somewhere around, but that left three members in that car unaccounted for. You shake, taking a deep breath. This was your job. You could die, your friends could die, you had signed up for it. You cast a glance at your own abandoned car, all the doors wide open and all of its contents gone, having been ransacked.

You sniffle, taking a deep breath. You were going to die today, you take a deep breath. You have to accept it. It was hard, but you had to accept it was going to be your last day. Your last mission. You close your eyes, taking a moment to think over everything that’s happened for the past weeks. You should forgive König, even if you can’t do it to his face. You shouldn’t harbor any resentment in your last moments.

Or maybe you should, fuck that guy. You swear again, letting your head fall back against the metal. Your eyes open, looking over the gun in your hands. You start to move, shifting so you can flip back over and start firing again. Just before your head can poke back out into the line of fire, you hear a gentle whimper from behind you. You flip back, eyes wide as you see it. The fluffy, tan beast is next to you, sniffing at your legs.

“Oh, hey,” You speak, sliding back down to offer your hand. “What’s up, buddy?” You ask, looking around. “Where’s Nikto, huh?” It sniffs at your hand before brown eyes meet yours. “Take me to Nikto, okay?” You ask it, and it stands there for a moment before it sets off. You throw your gun up, over your shoulder, and rush off after it. You hear and feel as bullets wizz past you, but they mean less than the thoughts swirling in your head. Was Nikto okay? What about your other coworkers? Was it only you and Sputnik now? Fear rises in your chest at the thought that the beast you're chasing is leading you to the dead body of your.... whatever Nikto is to you.

You feel tears start to form in your eyes, but you try to force them away. Remember your training, all the years you spent trying to turn this off. You have to be solid and strong. You can't cry in the face of who you're hired to kill. There is no time to mourn the losses you feel, because by the time they sink in, you’re off to your next job. There's been so many times that stuff like this has happened.

You can't have it happen again. You're going to stop it, you have to. Your feet hurt by the time you hear it.

"There ya are, puppy!" Graves' voice calls out, and you stop for a moment. Did Graves just call you puppy? What? You stand still, barely registering how Sputnik rushes to the American man, his tail wagging quickly. Graves beams, rubbing the hyena's sides roughly. "Good puppy! Goodboy! You did very well!" He baby-talks it, which helps everything click into place. You sigh, walking forward.

It seems you’ve found some of your comrades, but several of them are still missing. Horangi seems passed out, propped up against a wall. Hutch has wrapped himself up, watching a screen intently. You see Mace on the other side of the alley, gun pointed up. Velikan is with Graves, trying to coach him in something through his muffling mask.

You pant, wiping your face as you look around, “Where’s Nikto?” You ask, And Valeria, and Izzy, and König, and O’Connor? But you don’t voice the rest of the questions, not yet at least.

“Looking for you,” Hutch responds, turning to you with a grin. Sputnik breaks past Graves to jump at the other man, sniffing at his face. Hutch puts a bandaged arm around him, hand on the hyena’s back.

“What?” You swear, looking around. Your hand goes to your mouth, biting your lips. “Do we… wait? Can we wait? I mean, they’ll come looking for us, won’t they? Whoever we’re fighting?”

“That’s where Izzy is,” Graves replies, turning to you. “On the inside, takin’ ‘em out,” He mimics aiming his gun. “Think Valeria’s there too, maybe König,” He lists off, tapping at his face.

“So, what do we do?” You ask, looking at him. He was the one who knew what to do - he had been in charge more than once, and that had to account for something.

“Wait,” Graves responds. “Regroup, until we can form a full assault,” He turns away. “Just wish everyone will stop runnin’ off.”

The sentence alone keeps you pinned to the ground where your feet are. You want to run off, you want to try and find Nikto, but instead, you fall back, sitting on the ground. You sniffle, finally letting your tears meet your eyes. It sucks, crying in front of so many people, and in the middle of the battlefield.

You don’t want to, but you can’t help it. You hide your face in your hands, letting yourself sob as everything hits you at once. Sputnik noses at you, small chuckles coming from the creature. You sob, unable to reach out to it or push him away, just sitting there as the beast sniffs your hair and hands.

“Hey, Boss,” Mace’s voice cuts through your tears. “We have company,” He backs away from his post, and everyone launches into movement. You don't see much of it, but Velikan is pulling at you by your armpits, trying to get you on your feet to get you moving.

“Sorry,” You sniffle, standing. “I’m sorry,” You let him pull you along, grabbing at your gun to keep yourself armed. You wipe your face, trying to get your head back in the game.

Keep a hold on it, keep a hold on it, you tell yourself. You walk as best as you can, leaning on Velikan for support as he moves you forward, everyone falling into formation. Graves shouts out orders from behind you and you start to stabilize yourself.

You don’t feel dizzy, tears don’t fall freely from your eyes anymore and you stand on your own feet. You set off a blaze at an enemy heading your way, turning back to Velikan before you can watch them fall.

“I have it,” You tell him, and he nods, backing off. You can tell he’s still looking at you for a moment longer, but you all push on. It seems like you're in some kind of action film, with enemies flooding you and your team over and over again.

You manage to fight your way into a house, the building providing much better cover than the alley. Everyone rushes around, Velikan and Mace rushing to clear it out, Hutch placing Horangi down, and you rush to a window, assessing the area. Sputnik trails in behind everyone, a wailing man in his jaws. He drags the man in by the back of the neck of his shirt, clearly having mauled him a little before bringing him in.

You rush to close the door behind him when something stops you in your tracks.

“Нет, Спутник,” Nikto's voice cuts through the air from somewhere behind you. Sputnik's tail wags as he shows off the prize he brought. “Нет, put him down. Лежать!” You turn, finding Nikto standing in the doorway. He seems okay, blood splattered over his gear. You drop everything instantly. The door is already shut, and you just leave your gun on the floor by it, rushing over to Nikto.

“Nikto!” You yell, grabbing him into a hug. It's a harsh one, leaving your cheek pressed against him. He goes to speak your name, but you cut him off. “Shush! I just… Long mission,” You snap, and you feel as he relaxes into your hug, wrapping his arms around you. His hand rubs your back, trying to calm you down. You sigh, thinking back over it, all of it - your relationship with him, these past few days, the mission - it was all so much, so overwhelming.

You pull yourself away from him and press your mouth into where his is under the mask, finally able to return the kiss.

[stellar-haikyuu]

it's on me ☆ nishinoya yuu x reader

synopsis: when you go to your favorite café for your usual morning fix, you don't expect to see a new face at the counter. details: café employee (ish) x customer | fluff | first meeting | strangers to friends/lovers | ~1.1k words | gn! reader | timeskip! nishinoya a/n: dialogue heavy + i am not a barista pls don't kill me for inaccurate drink making! not my best work tbh, but i gotta write myself out of this block! also this was meant to be my last ebg entry (the phantasma peeps know what's up)

“Hi, good-” You stop mid-sentence when you look up from your wallet. “Morning…”

The usual barista isn’t behind the counter today. Instead, there’s a new face: a boy with dark spiky hair and a blonde tuft. You notice slight tan lines on his arms.

“Good morning!” He greets, practically vibrating with energy. “What would you like to order?”

“My usual,” you respond automatically.

There’s a pause as he blinks at you, his hand hovering over the cash register. “Um…sorry, it’s my first day.”

“Right, my bad,” you chuckle at your mistake. “Mm, I get the hojicha latte almost every day. Hot, medium size.”

He nods, punching the order in. “Hojicha. Medium.”

The barista takes some time, glancing between the screen and what you assume is a cheat sheet tucked off to the side.

As he squints at the codes, you take a moment to glance at his nametag.

“So, uh, Nishinoya-san?”

“Yes?” His head snaps up immediately, tasks momentarily abandoned.

You smile at his infectious enthusiasm. “Sooo, you said it’s your first day here, right?”

“Mhm!” His eyes light up, prompting you to ask more questions.

“Happy first day!” You congratulate him with a small laugh. “I was just surprised Watanabe-san hasn’t told me about you yet. She always tells me about new trainees or hires.”

“Oh, is that so?” He scratches the back of his neck. “Well, the funny thing is…I’m not actually from here.”

His answer catches you off guard. “What do you mean? Like, you’re from another part of town?”

“No. I’m from Miyagi.”

Your eyes widen. “Miyagi? That’s pretty far. You moved here?”

“Not exactly,” he admits with a chuckle. “I’m traveling, actually.”

You’re slightly confused by his answer. “Wh- traveling? Like, now?”

“Yeah, I’m traveling all over Japan,” he clarifies, beaming proudly like it's a grand achievement.

“I see.” You nod slowly. “But, if you’re traveling, why are you working here?”

His grin falters for a second. “Well uh, someone stole my wallet yesterday.”

After taking a moment to process this, your jaw drops. “Wait, wait, wait. Stolen?”

“Yeah,” he repeats casually, like it’s not that big a deal.

“But, where are you even staying? Do you have enough to eat or something?”

Nishinoya frantically waves his hands in response. “It’s fine! I promise!”

“Are you sure?” you press, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think I’d be as calm as you are.”

“Don’t worry, the hostel I’m staying at already knows. I paid in advance too,” he reassures you. “And, that’s why I’m here now. I asked to work for free in exchange for food. Just until I could figure things out.”

You have no words—what a situation to be in. “That’s one way to handle it.”

He grins. “Right? Pretty clever, huh?”

“I guess so,” you chuckle.

“I’m on dish duty, but the others haven’t come in yet.” He glances to the back as he explains. “But, Watanabe-san told me a special customer comes here early, so I'd have to be in charge for a bit. I guess that’s you?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah. Seven in the morning. I usually come here before work.”

After your response, both of you grow quiet, unsure of what to ask next. Nishinoya is briefly reminded of his tasks, continuing to punch in all the relevant details.

“You’re not gonna ask me for my name?” You tease lightly.

“What?”

“They usually ask and write it on the cup,” you point to the item in his hand.

“Huh? Oh, right. Sorry.”

“I’m just messing with you,” you snicker. “But yeah, let me spell it out for you.”

He gives you his undivided attention as you tell him each letter. When he attempts to read your name, he even gets it right on the first try. 

As you pay and wait for the receipt, a part of you thinks that Nishinoya would probably be a great barista, especially this early in the day.

“Why do you always get these drinks in the morning?” Nishinoya asks as he starts to prepare your drink. “Watanabe-san told me it was super important to get your order right.”

“Ah, it’s just like her.” You think fondly of the café manager, who has come to treat you like her daughter. “Well, I just like having something good to start the day.”

“Is work stressful?” He peers through a couple of cabinets before pausing and looking at you over his shoulder. “Uh, if you’re okay with answering that.”

“I don’t mind,” you smile as he takes out some more measuring cups. “I love my job, actually. I work at the local museum.”

“Wait, really?” He glances up at you, momentarily frozen. “That big famous one?”

“Yes. Nagoya City Science Museum.”

“That’s so cool! I saw some pictures online and it looks amazing!”

“It is! I work in the life sciences building as an engagement officer. I design lots of fun events and workshops. Both for adults and kids.”

“That’s awesome,” he says, starting to mix some powder and hot milk together. “Adults, too?”

“Yeah. Everyone deserves a fun museum experience, right? I mean, sometimes exhibits can be boring, even when there are fascinating things to learn.”

“That makes sense.” Nishinoya continues stirring, staring intensely at the mixture. “I didn’t really pay attention during our field trips to museums. Nothing caught my eye, so it was hard to answer the field trip homework. Ended up having to copy from someone.”

He pauses for a moment before a very panicked expression appears on his face. “No offense!”

You nearly double over in laughter. “None taken! It’s precisely why I do my job.” 

Sighing, you think back to your childhood days. “Growing up, I was always told to hurry up during museum trips. It also took me a while to realize that my friends or classmates didn’t want to nerd out about the exhibits.”

“We were opposites then.” He grins, amused. “But, I’m happy there are people like you. You seem to know what you’re doing.”

Nishinoya finally sets your steaming cup on the counter. “Man, I’ll see if I have enough saved up to check it out soon. I’ll definitely come back.”

As you take the cup, an idea forms in your head.

“Actually, why don’t you come by the museum this weekend?” you suggest.

“Huh? To the museum?”

“Yeah. I can give you a personal tour.”

His eyes immediately light up, brighter than you’ve seen all morning. “Seriously? You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” you reply with a grin. “Think of it as a proper Nagoya experience, considering everything that happened.”

Nishinoya beams, leaning on the counter. “That’s so cool. It’s a deal, then!”

“Great, I’ll be-”

“Wait!” he interjects. “Is there any sort of admission fee? I can pay you back soon. How much-”

You wave your hand with a small laugh. “No worries. It’s on me.”

masterlist

[girlwiththeobsessions]

love sick, c. f.

previous part

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

vi. belly's birthday

TODAY WAS BELLY'S 16TH BIRTHDAY.

i had the day off from work, since it was her birthday.

laurel had breakfast on the table ready for belly, and susannah had gotten her baby blue and white balloons.

all of us were downstairs, waiting for belly, and finally, she came downstairs.

"morning, everyone!" belly said with enthusiasm.

"there's the birthday girl!" susannah hugged her. "looking like a vision in floral. happy birthday!

jeremiah leaned down to hug belly. "happy sweet sixteenth bells."

"belly's getting old finally!" steven teased. "happy birthday.

"happy birthday sweetheart." laurel hugged her with a warm smile.

belly laughed. "thanks everyone."

i hugged belly. "happy birthday, belly. mom made your pancakes."

"actually, uh- i'm not really hungry." belly told me and laurel.

"oh." laurel said, but i knew she was disappointed.

"shall we open gifts?" susannah shrugged.

"you're gonna love mine." jeremiah confidently told her.

one thing i did notice though, was conrad hadn't said happy birthday.

we went into the living room, to open gifts, belly had opened her gift from laurel, and it was a book.

"it's the latest edition." laurel spoke up. "i got it from a rare book dealer."

"thanks mom." belly said with no enthusiasm.

laurel rolled her eyes with a smile. "turn to the book marked page."

belly obliged. "oh, yeah i remember susannah telling us to recite this." belly laughed, all of us reciting the sentence.

"open mine now, belly." susannah handed her a gift.

belly opened the gift, and it was a pearl necklace. "oh wow, they're gorgeous, thank you, susannah."

susannah went over to belly, to put the necklace on her. "my mom gave me these pearls for my sweet sixteen."

"they look great on you, belly." i smiled at her.

"oh! i'm next." jeremiah gave a gift to belly.

"it's a good luck charm. to help you pass your drivers test." belly put the charm on her wrist.

"perfect. thank you."

steven threw a shirt at belly. "think fast!"

"wow steven! i can't believe you actually spent money on me." she sarcastically smiled.

it was a princeton shirt. "relax, i just didn't want you stealing mine when i get in next year."

"i didn't know you were still considering princeton." laurel said.

"you know, i think i'm gonna apply for some scholarships, and dad thinks i can get some financial aid." steven told her.

i went over to belly, handing her my gift, with a smile. "open it."

belly tore off the wrapping, opening the gift to see keys.

"what are these?" she asked with a smile.

"car keys. with the help of susannah, once you pass your drivers test, there's a car waiting for you, it's at home." i explained.

belly's jaw dropped. "y/n! thank you so much!" she went to hug me.

i laughed and hugged her back. "you're welcome."

"conrad, do you wanna give belly her gift?" susannah asked.

conrad stayed silent for minute before responding. "sorry, i forgot."

my heart shattered when i looked to belly, seeing her smile drop, her looking so sad. how could he forget?

"uh- that's cool." belly played it off. "i wasn't really expecting anything anyway."

"listen.. i gotta go." conrad broke the tension. "i promised cleveland i show him some knots today, so.. happy birthday belly."

"hey." jeremiah called to belly. "why don't we take my car and practice driving before we have to pick up taylor from the bus stop.

"okay." belly agreed. "y/n, wanna come?" belly asked me.

"no, you two go ahead, i have.. something to do."

i got up, going the same direction conrad went.

i had caught up to conrad, grabbing his shoulder, causing him to spin around, facing me.

"really? you forgot?" i asked with anger in my voice.

i was going to take a more.. calm approach, but i was just so angry, my emotions got the better of me.

"well-" he began to speak, but i already know whatever he was going to say was going to be stupid, so i just cut him off.

"listen, i don't know what the hell's going on with you, but you've been acting like an asshole." i insulted.

he rolled his eyes at me. "grow up." this wasn't the same conrad i had seen last summer, i looked into his eyes, he had no remorse for what he said. "i forgot a gift one year."

"it's not just that!" i was starting to lose my patience with him, using my hands to emphasize my point while i spoke. "you've been- just been a dick since we've gotten here! you weren't always like this."

"oh, so now suddenly you care? didn't seem like you did two summers ago." conrad stared coldly into my eyes.

are you serious? he wanted to do this?

"seriously?" i blinked a few times before speaking again, and i scoffed. "you wanna go there?"

conrad sighed, he could probably sense as well that this was starting to escalate. "just forget it."

"fine." i simply said, before walking away, leaving him there.

how could he say that i don't care about him? when that's all i've done for him.

TWO SUMMERS AGO

me and conrad were at the beach, there were so many stars in the sky, and it was pitch black outside.

we both couldn't sleep, so we had decided to go the beach.

"can't sleep?" he asked, seeing me downstairs.

i turned around to see it was him, a smile appearing on my face. "nah."

he motioned his head at the door, basically silently asking me if i wanted to leave. i nodded my head, putting on my shoes.

we were at the shallow part of the water, the water going up to my knees.

i looked at the sky, he glanced at me. "what do you see up there?"

"a star shaped like a bunny." i joked. "you see it?"

"yeah." he said, and i started to laugh.

"you liar." i splashed him with water.

his body turned to me and he splashed me back.

we kept on splashing each other, and i kept laughing.

he had grabbed my wrist to get me to stop splashing him, pulling me close to him.

i stopped splashing him, looking into his blue eyes, and he looked into my eyes.

he took the hand off my wrist and cupped my cheek, i looked down at his lips, getting more and more nervous by each second.

he started to lean in, and then he kissed me. i kissed him back. i couldn't help it.

i knew if belly found out, she'd probably hate me, she liked conrad since she was little, but i just couldn't help myself.

END OF FLASHBACK

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END OF CHAPTER

[billiesgoodgirll]

school regression

for this the name is gonna be evelyn bc that’s my name and this is a scenario that happened to me last year w my gf/cg :) this is also my first billie chapter!!!!!!

warnings: swearing n thats abt it tbh 😭

evelyns pov: 

“here” i mumble when the teacher reads out my name for attendance it was 3rd period and i was struggling, i needed to regress i haven’t in a while but i couldn’t do it in school. 

30 minutes had passed and i was slipping fuck. “c-can i go to the toilet pweas?” i stuttered hoping no one noticed my speech slip up, “yes okay evelyn 5 minutes” miss hoff my teacher (she was my actual teacher at this time lmao) said.

i grabbed my bag sprinting down the corridor to the bathroom going into a stall locking it and sitting down curling into a ball tears streaming down my face, i reach into my bag and grab out my phone and dial billies number.

i know she will reply because she has basketball practice, “m-mama?” i cry into the phone. “evelyn? oh baby mamas here shh” billies voice comes through the phone “mama want you” i cry out into the phone 

“i know sweetie i know i’m coming to get you now okay? tell mama where you are” i hear shuffling from the other line indicating billie getting her stuff ready “bathroom” i whine just wanting you. “okay bug mamas coming” billie hangs up the phone before i could respond i sobbed harder and louder not being able to hear your voice anymore.

billies pov: 

after i hung up the phone i immediately went to my coach and explained i needed to go which luckily he let me i grabbed my gym and school bag before running out of there checking all the bathrooms.

“evelyn baby?” i searched the bathrooms annoyingly she never specified which one but it’s okay.

“mama!” i hear evelyn cry out i quickly run to that stall and go to open it but the door is locked. shit. 

“hey bug mamas here i need you to open the door okay?” i was panicking slightly trying not to show it i hear the lock click open and push open the door locking it behind me.

“oh baby” i sigh out at her state, curled into a ball, tears and snot running down her face, shaking. 

“mama” evelyn whines making grabby hands to me audibly sobbing into my chest as i pick her up sitting down on the bathroom floor with her in my lap.

“mama needs you to calm down bug” i coo needing you to slow your breathing before this turns into a bigger panic attack and i need to get you out of here.

evelyns pov: 

i take a deep breath as mama told me to but i ended up coughing and spluttering “oh sweetie” billie laughed softly holding me close rocking me back and forth shushing me gently.

“we gotta get you home bug hm?” she cooed i nodded sniffling, “can you tell mama how old you are my love?” billie says, i hold up 2 fingers “okay babe” she pays my bum before getting up with me still in her arms, i squeal holding onto your basketball jersey giggling.

“you silly girl” billie laughs grabbing our bags and unlocking the stall door, i whined “yeah bug?” billie looks down at me “peoples gonna see” i whine tears filling my eyes again.

“oh baby okay i’ll put you down then you can hold my hand yeah?” she puts me down putting my backpack on my back taking my hand and guiding me to the office.

“she’s not feeling well i need to take her home” i vaguely hear billie talking to the front office i’m too busy playing with her basketball key ring on her bag, i whine quietly to billie just wanting to go home and cuddle “patience bug” i see her look down and give me a warning look.

i feel billie take my hand and lead me out the school and to her car, dragon. 

she buckles me in before getting in the drivers side handing me my water bottle and paci as she always carries a spare i immediately take the paci shoving it in my mouth hearing billie chuckle starting the car.

i must of falling asleep because the next thing i know i was being lifted into billies arms finneas getting our bags out the car “hi baby” billie smiles down at me seeing i’m awake, i whine and point to finneas i don’t see him often so when i do it’s the best i make grabby hands his way hearing them both laugh as finneas takes me into his arms “hey eve’s you okay?” finneas exclaims also using his nickname for me bouncing me slightly in his arms.

“ ‘m okay!” i throw my arms up excitedly giggling, “bug calm down” i hear billie say chuckling getting my bag out the car hers already inside “hey she’s okay mamas mean huh?” finneas teases tickling me slightly “yeah!” i giggle uncontrollably “come on you two” billie rolls her eyes walking inside i pout thinking i upset her my 2 year old mindset not understanding i whine trying to get out of finneas’s hold “okay hey i’m putting you down your okay” finneas puts me down confused on the sudden mood change.

i run inside past billie and her parents and into her room shutting the door jumping on billies bed.

billies pov: 

“finneas what did you do?” i look at him after you ran past not even greeting my mom you 2nd favourite person after me of course.

“nothing!” finneas defends, i sigh rolling my eyes again before making my way upstairs to my room “baby?” i knock not getting a reply “it’s mama” i add still no reply, i open the door walking in seeing you face down on my bed.

i chuckle sitting down next to you, “oh bug what’s wrong?” i stoke the back of your head “yous m-mad at me” evelyn says in the most heartbreaking voice.

“oh baby no you didn’t upset me hey come here” i pull her onto my lap holding her close. “your okay bug mamas got you shh” i rock her back and forth as her breathing evens out and she falls asleep “i love you.”

this is my first age regression chapter which is based off what happened to me n my cg/gf i don’t rlly like this bc i don’t feel like i got it right?? idk if that makes sense but leave requests!!! 🫶🏻🎀

[backtothe99]

(18Trip Translation) Tao Kinouchi Novel: Back to the 99 - Track 4

all novels have spoilers for information about the characters revealed in the main story, proceed with caution!

CW: Tao's parents' religious fanaticism reaches a Snake-goes-missing-esque (999) climax

Wednesday, June 30, 1999

— Wednesday, June 30, 1999

I involuntarily let out another sigh.

I didn’t go to school today.

Taiki’s fever had gone down, but he still seemed under the weather.

“Tao-nii, enough… Go to school…”

Taiki told me in the afternoon, after his condition had calmed down.

“I already skipped the morning classes, there’s no point in me going now.” I said and stayed home.

And in case you’re wondering, our parents hadn’t come home at all since the night before.

After Taiki fell asleep due to the side effects of the medicine I had given him just in case, I sat alone in the living room, just staring at my phone.

Should I call Goz, or no? Even if it’s by mail, should I apologize? 

“... What am I even gonna do tonight?” I muttered.

I actually had plans with Goz tonight.

About two months ago, while the two of us were having lunch at school, we started talking about King Anglomois’s prophecy, and I told Goz:

“I don’t know what my parents will do the moment July arrives. They seriously believe in that prophecy.”

There are people out there who believe in this prophecy so much that they become desperate, and there are people who vow they’ll spend all their money by the time June ends. There’s even TV specials.

Our generation has been hearing about this prophecy all our life, and even if we don’t believe it, we still feel a vague sense of fear when we hear the words “July 1999”.

I may be a skeptic myself, but I honestly don’t know what will happen to my parents, who believe in it blindly.

“I don’t wanna be home on that day.”

I had complained to Goz, and as if he just had a great idea, he said, “You don’t gotta be!”

“Let’s sneak out in the middle of the night and jump together the moment July hits!”

“Jump…? This ain't New Year’s Eve.”

“It’s cool, maybe the King of Terror will let us off the hook if our feet aren’t touching the ground?”

It was a silly, ridiculous suggestion.

But the way Goz talked about it with so much excitement somehow comforted me. I knew jumping the moment the clock struck midnight wouldn’t help me figure out what to do with my parents, and it wouldn’t alleviate Taiki’s pain.

But seeing Goz smile as he talked about it… I felt as though my problems were so simple that just jumping could solve them.

“Then, let’s do it. If I remember.”

“Huh? What’s that, Tao? You want me to write our plans on your forehead? Make sure you remember.”

It was just a light-hearted promise, so Goz might have already forgotten about it.

Just as I was at a loss about what to do, my phone’s notification rang, and a mail came through.

“Minami-cho Park. 11:55PM. If you don’t come, I’ll beat the crap out of you.”

The mail was from Goz.

A smile spread across my face.

I was happy that Goz remembered our promise, and was trying to suggest we make up.

I was determined to apologize properly for what happened yesterday when we met.

— I haven’t been able to talk about this with you until now, but truth is, Taiki hasn’t been going to school.

I can’t rely on my parents.

What can I do for Taiki?

This time, I’d be honest and ask for advice.

Goz is a good guy, if I explain the situation with Taiki and our parents, I’m sure he’ll understand.

And just like when he laughed and said we should jump, I’m sure he’ll make me feel better this time, too.

I looked at the time, it was already 11:30PM.

There wasn’t much time left until the arranged time, so I just got changed and ready to leave the house.

When I opened my room’s door, Taiki stood on the other side.

“Taiki, you’re awake? How’s your fever?”

“... It’s gone down. Are you going somewhere, Tao-nii?”

I lied and said I’m going to the convenience store.

I figured I’d be home in about 20 minutes, anyway.

I didn’t think I had any reason to tell him about my promise with Goz.

“Do you want me to buy you something? Like an ice cream?”

Just as I was thinking of really stopping by the convenience store, a loud noise rang from the entrance.

“Tao! Tao, where are you!?”

The next sound I heard was our parents’ screaming.

Taiki’s face suddenly stiffened.

They came into the house with heavy footsteps, looking for me. They’ve always been aggressive people, but they’re especially bad today. 

I hurried downstairs, not wanting to get Taiki involved.

“What are you doing here? Don’t yell, you’ll disturb our neighbors.”

When I got downstairs, my parents, who I hadn’t seen for some time, were running out of the living room.

Honestly, their behavior was strange–

Their hair was messy, their clothes were rumpled, and their eyes were bloodshot.

“There you are! Come on! Hurry!”

My mother screamed as she grabbed my arm. She put so much strength that I felt my bones were going to crack.

She pulled me and I stumbled a step forward, my phone slipping out of my pocket.

“Hold on, what are you doing…”

“Hurry! There’s no time!”

It’s okay. I’ll be back in no time.

I didn’t say that out loud, but I tried to convey it with my expression.

I figured that if I resisted, they’d make a commotion and scare Taiki, so I obediently followed them.

I barely had time to put on my shoes, and I was taken to a park near our house. It was a dark place filled with trees.

A huge coffin was placed there.

“By God’s will! As God’s child! You have the right to board this “Ark”!”

“You don’t have to worry, this is a machine created by God that can transcend time by channelling the energy in space. The church inherited this “Ark” from space!”

“No matter how much we paid, they wouldn’t lend it to us, so we brought it here in secret! Mom and Dad don’t mind becoming sacrifices, Tao is the only one who has to go to where God is!”

I couldn’t understand a thing they were saying.

Their eyes weren’t entirely here, but I couldn’t match up their strength–

Before I knew it, I was shoved into the coffin.

“Hey, hold on, I…”

— I made a promise.

And I have to stay by Taiki’s side.

I wanted to say that, but I couldn’t.

My parents closed the coffin’s lid.

Once I heard a loud noise and realized the lid was locked, I blanked out and everything went dark.

What? Are my screw-loosed parents finally going to kill me?

My parents were still making some kind of noise on the other side of the coffin, so I banged on the lid and yelled, “Let me out! Let me out!”

I’m late for my meeting with Goz. 

I don’t have my phone on me because I dropped it when my parents dragged me. I haven’t even replied to the mail.

— I want to meet him, I want to apologize and make up.

… And there’s also Taiki to think about.

If he starts crying…

Just as I thought that, a sharp pain struck my head.

My vision started to falter, and I felt my consciousness fade.

I can’t remember anything after that.

When I woke up –

I was thrown into an unfamiliar city in the future.

Novel directory: Tuesday, June 29, 1999 / 1 | Tuesday, June 29, 1999 / 2 | Tuesday, June 29, 1999 / 3 | Wednesday, June 30, 1999 | Souta Gozu

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31 - The First Date

Inspired dress for Faith’s date above

Part 32

Raised Fair Share of Hell

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Huddled in the corner of the dorm room sitting on my bed all I could hear outside was the loud storm outside my window.  I was told that if it stormed in Texas it was really severe depending on the area.  And it just so happens it decided to pick our campus tonight.  A loud crash of thunder followed by lighting made me scream, snatching my phone off the charger dialing the first number I could think of.  “Cooper!” 

“Hey, you okay?” He immediately picked up on the first ring. 

I sniffed wrapping my other arm around my knees.  “I’m really scared.” 

“Scared of what, Faith?” He asked me. 

I started to respond but another loud boom of thunder sounded off and I had no doubt he didn’t hear it.  “Ahh!” 

“I’m coming over.” 

Sniffing through tears I hadn’t realized I had started crying.  “Cooper, you don’t have to do that.” 

“You called me because you were scared.  Besides me and my roommate Dylan are just watching TV anyhow on the floor above you.  So I’m on my way.” He explained and I could hear his keys jingling in his other hand and a door shutting behind him.  “I’ll be down and at your door in a second.” 

I attempted to stop him already feeling better without him even needing to be in my dorm room but the phone call ended.  “Cooper - you really didn’t have to come here.” Someone knocked three times on our door and I was thankful Caroline was a deep sleeper and didn’t wake up when I opened the door. 

Cooper stood in the doorway shutting the door behind himself seeing tears slipping down my cheeks.  “You call anytime and I’ll come running.” 

“Awe.  Ahh!” I screamed jumping up and to my surprise he got my body when I wrapped my arms and legs around his body hearing another clasp of thunder. 

Cooper reassured me by shifting one of my legs so he could carry me over to my bed, sitting me down on top of it before climbing up onto it himself.  “Sssh I’ve got you.  I’ve got you, Faith.” 

“I’m really sorry about this.” I apologized pressing my back against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. 

He shook his head sitting right up against my side, tossing the throw blanket at the end of my bed over the two of us.  “You don’t gotta apologize.” 

“You must be thinkin’ pour little ranchers' daughter from Montana afraid of a thunderstorm.” The day we met he had seen a decal on my backpack that had the name Montana sticked into it on the outside. 

Cooper draped one arm over my shoulder gently nudging my head to lay on his shoulder making me look into his dark eyes.  “Actually that wasn’t what I was thinking.  I was thinking "I wonder if this girl from Montana would be up to going on a date with me sometime.” 

“Really.  You and me on a date.” My face lit up at the idea.  I couldn’t explain the reason how I had developed feelings for him so quickly and now it appeared he felt the same way as I do about him.  All I knew was that it had happened. 

The son of an oil man asked me quietly hoping to not wake my sleeping roommate.  “So is that a yes or no?” 

“Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you.” 

Faith’s pov - two weeks later 

Tossing another shirt onto the floor I gripped my hair in between my fingers throwing my head back screaming into the air.  “I don’t like any of the clothes I have here.  There’s no way I am going on this date tonight.” 

“You need to calm down, Faith.  He wouldn’t haven’t asked you on a date if he only cared about what clothes you wear.” Caroline, my roommate and one of my new friends was sitting on her bed since we decided to simply loft the beds separately for more storage underneath. 

Flopping down on my bed on my back I covered my face with my hands getting an idea in my head.  Rolling over onto my side I grabbed my phone from my table dialing a specific number for advice.  “Hey Auntie Beth, are you free to talk?” 

“For you little niece, I can always make time.” The blonde business woman turned the phone on video call so I could see her face.  “What do you need my help with, sweetie?” 

Tucking hair behind my ear, I dropped my gaze.  “I have a date tonight and I don’t know what to wear.   I - I never did anything like this back home.” 

“Woah little Faith has a guy.  When did this happen?  I demand to know.  Do your parents know about him?” She fired off a couple of questions at me which only made me smile. 

Shaking my head I listed the answers off my fingers.  “One : he had asked me out about a week ago.  Two : I called him saying I was scared during a storm.  And three : no my parents don’t know and please don’t tell my daddy cause I don’t need him coming down here to shoot Cooper with a shotgun if he breaks my heart which I doubt he will.” 

“Hmm.  Have you unpacked that shopping bag I gave you yet?” My aunt asked me. 

Caroline rummaged around in my closet pulling out a long black flower dress and some tan boots that were inside of it.  “Auntie Beth! My father would kill me if he saw me showing cleavage.” 

“My daddy didn't mind.  Hell that's the same outfit I wore on first date with your uncle Rip.” She shrugged her shoulders in response.  “Try it on and go get yourself a cowboy.” 

“His father is an oil man.  He manages the rigs here.” I corrected her laying the phone down and slipping the dress on over my head.  Turning in front of the mirror I had to admit I looked rather cute in this outfit.  Sliding on the boots I brought some of my hair around to the front.  “So what do you think?” 

Beth smirked eyeing me up and down before responding.  “If you're lucky that boy might not be able to keep his hands off of you tonight.” 

“We haven't even had a first date yet.  I doubt I'm letting him take my virginity.” 

She bluntly informed me.  “What's wrong with that?  It's what your parents did on their second date.” 

“Gross Aunt Beth.” I gagged at the thought, not wanting to hear about my parents having sex. Beth made a noise before we heard a knock on our door meaning he was here.  “He's here, Aunt Beth.  Gotta go. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” She hung up the video call. 

Caroline flung open the door and I smiled seeing Cooper in our doorway wearing some dirty boots, nice blue jeans, a yellow tea shirt tucked into his pants and his hair wasn't a messy of curls like it usually was, not that I hated when it was.  “Wow.  You look  - just uh - wow.” He cleared his throat clearly nervous. 

Lowering my gaze briefly I smiled saying bye and closing our door behind me.  “You don’t look too bad yourself…so uh where are we going tonight?” 

“I wanna show you something.  Do you remember when you said you wished you could see the stars like you can back home?” Cooper asked leading me outside one of the dorm doors taking me over to one of the maintenance ladders that was leaned up against our dorm building.  

Lifting my gaze upward I was curious why we needed to get up onto the roof.  “Yeah.  Why , what are you thinkin’?” 

“You'll see.  Come on, I'll be right behind ya.” Cooper let me climb up the ladder first before he came up behind me.  Once we had reached the top of the roof he had us lay down on our backs, but he had his hand over my eyes for a second.  “One, two,  three.  Look now.” 

My mouth hung open in shock and awe seeing the same stars from back home dancing above our heads. From up this high we could perfectly see the stars. Tears began welling in my eyes picturing that I was back home on the ranch.  

“So do you like it?” Cooper asked softly, staring at me seeing a genuine smile on my face. 

Turning my head in his direction I locked my gaze with his leaning forward not entirely sure what had come over me but he didn't move away to stop me.  “I - I've never done this before.” 

“Neither have I.” Cooper muttered, closing the rest of the gap where we shared our first kiss together.  He tilted my chin deepening the kiss when I scooted closer to his body after we sat upright so the kiss didn't feel as awkward.