#...but given this is an argument AGAINST it felt wrong

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༊*·˚ FOREVER WINTER (IF YOU GO) — task force 141 x reader

02 — THE NIGHT WE MET

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + (non-endgame phillip graves)

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, fmmmm, enemies to lovers, slow burn, polyamory, ghostsoap, pricegaz, alerudy, heavy angst, requited unrequited love, graphic violence

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Turns out, as much as water is wet, Soap likes to talk.

“Bloody Shadows,” he grunts under his breath. You’d given him your knife, so he could help you take down the men searching the tunnels. Now, after killing one, he’s got a weapon not unlike your own. In one hand, he wipes off the bloody knife on his thigh and slides it into his belt, and in the other, he checks over the stolen gun.

The water soaks your calves, a cloud of blood and a body along with it floating behind you both. Taking another step forward, the water ripples, the weight of it pulling as you continue to move forward, Soap at your flank.

“Your men feckin’ suck at their jobs, lass,” your new companion hisses, low enough not to echo but loud enough to have you rolling your eyes.

“They’re not used to this kind of fighting. It’s not their fault.” You’re not exactly sure why you’re defending them, when you’re decidedly betraying your entire unit, but you feel obligated to anyway.

“Or you’re just a bad Lieutenant.”

You shoot him an annoyed glance. “Wrong. I’m not a Lieutenant, Sergeant.”

You knew of his title because of something Ghost had said earlier, his voice carrying loud enough through the earpiece in the quiet of the shops. It suited him, in a way you couldn’t quite explain, just as the smell of the sea felt like more of a home than any building you’d encountered.

Keeping your head forward, you miss the roll of Soap’s eyes, and the flexing of his hand around the knife at his waist.

“Sorry, Corporal,” he retorts, and you bristle.

“Colonel will do,” you snap back, quickening your pace but keeping your movements quiet as you spot the shadows of your men up ahead. Stretching your hand out, you encourage Soap to pause.

Soap scoffs. “Dinnae think you’re above me.”

You go to continue the petty argument, when –

“Graves has lost his fucking mind over his chick.” A Shadow says around the curved corner, and Soap stops as you do. You see a flash of red, their flashlight, up ahead, and pull Soap’s shirt to stand with you against the wall.

“How much do you bet she’s found out about another girl he’s got goin’ on the side?”

Your chest constricts, and your body feels as though it’s frozen in time. Soap’s hand comes up to remove your grip on his shirt, and you don’t make a single argument or movement against it.

“That, or she’s gone to find another superior to fuck,” the other replies.

Within one moment, and the next, you pull your knife back from the sheath on Soap’s belt, and take a massive, sweeping step to your right.

It’s not a second later that the knife has flung from your fist, and met the neck of one of the gossiping Shadows. Blood spurts out of his neck, and he quickly finds himself falling forwards onto his knees, and then effectively being pulled by the motion of the flood.

“What the –” The other starts, but in one click, you’ve pressed the silencer onto the end of your gun, flicked off the safety and shot a bullet into the back of his head.

Your hands do not tremble. You don’t even make a noise.

Soap does, though, just as the sun is set to rise.

“Christ, lass, that was clean,” he says under his breath, before letting out a low, impressed whistle. “Colonel it is.”

You don’t respond. Instead, you just put your knife back into its rightful spot in your vest, flip on the safety, and continue to wade down the tunnel.

The words of the two Shadows echo in your mind, like your very soul has been hollowed out for the sole purpose of being a cavern of mindless thoughts. You suppose that’s the way of life.

By the time the two of you reach the end juncture of the tunnel, Soap’s killed two more Shadows. You haven’t hurt any since the last few, but it’s a small mercy. You’re not exactly itching to murder your… previous subordinates.

Previous. Past.

Whatever.

“Ghost says the church is just to the right, ‘nd up the stairs,” Soap supplies as the two of you make it to the T-junction. Giving him a small nod, you turn right, finding the said stairs mere metres away.

“It’s going to be rough out there,” you warn with a short glance his way.

He chuckles a humoured sound, surprising you with its warmth. “Aye can handle rough, lass,” he teases, and you’ll forever be grateful for his positive outlook on the situation. Humour was good, when one was going through such… bullshittery.

“What’s the plan after we meet with Ghost?” You ask lowly as you start ascending the brick steps, the dripping of water a debilitating soundtrack. 

Soap is just a few steps behind you, his steps just slightly slower due to his injuries and general stress. “Eh, we’ll see. Ghost has probably got a rough idea already,” he admits. He seems to almost worship Ghost, although in a very different way to how you do – did – with Graves. “Lt for a reason, hen.”

“I’m not a chicken,” you snark back, hand resting at the dagger strapped onto your thigh. It’s a familiar habit.

Soap’s laugh, this time, comes out boisterous and almost shocked. It’s a loud, genuine thing, and you can’t find it in yourself to despise it. 

“Yer funny for a traitor,” he responds, and your stomach hollows out once more.

Traitor.

That single word – title – rings in your ears like the bombs you’ve set off in past missions. Like a tormenting, cruel ghoul, whispering taunts in your ear. Traitor. Traitor. Traitor.

You don’t reply as you make it to the inside of a house, the front door seeming to face exactly where the two of you needed to go. Pausing before it, you look to Soap once more, cocking your gun.

“Ready, Sergeant?” You ask, both for his sake, and your own. Your resolve is weak, trembling, almost, but there’s no going back now. Not after this.

Soap lets out his own exhale, before his deep blue eyes meet yours. “Aye, I’m ready.”

You turn.

And you open the door.

“Jesus fuck!” Soap yells out, and your focus is quickly split between his sudden words, and the hilt of a gun crashing into the side of your head.

Falling to the ground with a groan, a bloom of light taunts you in the corner of your shut eyes, your skull pounding with the sudden pain. Bringing a hand up to the source of your ache, you slowly blink your eyes open, watching as your fingers come away with sticky blood coating them.

“I found her! She’s with –” 

Looking up, your mouth falls open as a bullet lodges itself into the Shadow’s forehead, and he too, falls to the ground.

Except, unlike you, he would never get up again.

“Was that you, Lt?” Soap calls into his own comms, and he sounds nothing if not impressed. Rising to your knees, you manage to find your way back up to your feet, albeit with shaky movements.

Your vision is slightly skewed, and you feel somewhat out of it as you look outside, and spot the darkened streets once more.

Whatever Ghost responds with makes Soap laugh, but all you can focus on is that the church is so close. You guys could make it – no, you would make it.

And you would convince Graves to stop this, and to continue being the man you thought you knew.

You could fix everything.

“All good?” Soap asks you, then, appearing at your side like a trusted dog. You’re all too aware of how you must look – bewildered and bloody.

“What’re we waiting for?” Is your reply.

Turns out, a lot.

By the time the two of you make it to the steps of the church, there’s enough blood on your hands to make you think that it’ll never come off. Both figuratively, and physically.

“Johnny!” 

Breath stilted, head pounding and ears ringing, your weighted gaze sloppily meets that of Simon Riley’s.

You’d never met the guy, never seen him, either. And in person, he’s terrifying in a guttural, instinctual way. All dark-clothed bulk, skull mask dirtied and stark in the eery night. The sniper strapped to his back just adds to his whole image.

“Fuck, Ghost, you’re –” Soap begins, but a bullet just missing his ear has his words silenced.

“We gotta find a way outta here,” Ghost directs, and you nod instinctively. At the movement, his eyes zero-in on your frame – and they narrow. His hands clench around the smaller, more close-range gun in his hands, and his jaw tightens.

Right. You weren’t friends, and you could hardly be called acquaintances.

Enemies, first and foremost.

Swallowing, you flit your gaze back to Soap, inclining your head towards the multitude of vehicles along the street to your left.

“Come on, we’re sitting ducks here. Let’s find a car and go,” you yell over the sound of the harsh pattering of rain, thunder reverberating through your chest. Your eyes maintain a wincing position, hair completely wet and droplets dripping from your face and gear, mascara coating underneath your eyes, and you’re sure, your cheeks.

“The lass is right,” Soap shifts his attention from you to Ghost, “C’mon, Lt.”

Ghost waits another moment, and even with Soap looking at him, his focus remains solely on you. His gaze is hard, cold, full of hatred and distaste.

“Please,” he insists, tone gone pleading and almost desperate.

It’s all Ghost must need, it seems, because he shifts the weight of his gun between his hands once more with a direct nod. 

It’s not a moment later that more bullets are shot at the three of you, causing you to instantly find cover and press your back against it, quickly checking that your weapon is loaded. It is, thank the gods, and you quickly peek around the stall of which you’d used as cover and pop a few shots at some Shadows you see lining the streets. A few drop, and more yelling echoes throughout the town.

“There’s a truck with its lights on up ahead!” Ghost’s voice carries over the cacophony of sounds down the street, and you heave out a shaky breath. Turning just enough that you can search for the vehicle he’s talking about, your heart thumps in your chest as your eyes lock onto it.

You figure that the man must be further along the streets than you, so steeling your nerves, you stand up once more and raise your gun.

Soap and Ghost have already made a dent in the soldiers after the lot of you, but you find yourself lodging bullets into quite a few Shadows’ skulls anyways. To be on the other side like this, to kill your men, it’s a kind of pain you’d never even considered that you’d have to experience.

Your chest rises and falls at a concerning rate as you find the truck just a few feet away from you, Soap’s hand gripping the door to the passenger’s side, and Ghost jumping into the driver’s seat.

With one final pull of the trigger, you push Soap into the car, and rush into it right after him, pulling the door shut with an audible slam!

“Drive!” You quickly direct Ghost, pulling up your gun over the back of the seat and aiming it at the Shadows directing their sights to the three of you. “Before they kill us all!”

Ghost jerks, the glass of his window shattering as a bullet flies through, a searing pain bursting through the top of your right cheek. Cursing under your breath, you pull the trigger of your gun, Soap shooting his own at the same time.

With a burst of the accelerator, the truck goes rearing backwards, and your eyes go wide as you watch Ghost reverse into two Shadows, their bodies churning underneath the wheel.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lt!” Soap cries out, and just as he does, Ghost quickly manoeuvres the vehicle into drive. He’s quick about it, and you flinch as he crashes through the wired gate that had previously blocked off the street, the truck lurching with the movement.

With tight swerves, and a few more bullets shot from your guns, both you and Soap finally loosen your postures as you lose the couple of Shadows left behind.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you exhale a deep, meaningful breath.

“You good, hen?”

Blinking away the blurriness of your vision, you jolt when Soap’s hand reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing the spot where the pain originates on your cheek. Letting out a small hiss, he immediately pulls away.

“Just a graze, I think,” you bite out, bringing your own shaky fingers to the wound. You can feel where the blood drips from it, along with the blood from your forehead.

“I found some cloth,” Soap pulls out said object, handing you a decently clean strip of tawny fabric. “Will it do?”

With a sharp nod, you take the fabric from his grip, righting yourself to face him properly. Looking down, you unzip one of the compartments on your vest, taking out a small first aid kit.

Soap lets out a low, impressed whistle. “Didn’t realise ye were a medic, lass.”

Despite yourself, and your situation, you can’t help the small tilt of your lips. “I’m a medical professional. Just chose to take lives, rather than save ‘em.”

“Well, ye saved mine today.”

Looking up from where you scavenge through the small kit, your eyes meet his. They’re so blue, and they shine beneath the night lights of Las Almas. Even with his wound, they seem so positive, so joyful and kind.

“And you saved my humanity,” you admit. It’s true, of course – if not for you crashing into him, you had no idea where you’d be right now.

Ghost clears his throat, and you quickly focus back in on your supplies, scurrying through them for the necessary items.

Pulling out a pair of medical scissors, and some cleaning alcohol, you wave for Soap to pull up his sleeve and give you his arm. He does, swearing under his breath as some of the crusted blood pulls away with the fabric of his shirt. His arm is nothing if not muscled, and if it were any other circumstance, any other man, you’d allow yourself a moment to appreciate such pure masculinity.

But this is an enemy, and this is a bullet wound.

“This’ll hurt,” you murmur, checking over the small alcohol bottle in your hand, before looking through the medkit once more. “And you’ve lost a lot of blood. Here.”

Reaching for a small piece of candy, you drop it into his open palm.

His eyes flicker from yours, to the small wrapper in his large hand. He seems to inspect it, for a moment, before his mouth twists into a mocking smirk.

“Sweethearts, aye?”

You roll your eyes, your cheeks burning for reasons other than your wound as you twist off the cap of the bottle in your hands. If you notice Ghost’s attention flit from the road ahead to the two of you, you don’t say a word.

“You need to get your sugars up. It’s not much, but it’s all I have right now,” you explain, refusing to look up at him. “Have one now, this’ll sting.”

He huffs, but undoes the wrapping and pops one of the lollies into his mouth. He hums.

With one hand on his shoulder, you bring up the bottle and drop some of the liquid onto the wound, flushing out any bacteria or infections. Hopefully.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap groans out, teeth clenched and jaw straining as his eyes flutter shut.

“Be careful,” Ghost warns, worry and threat bundled into the two words like a second skin. If you were one to be intimidated, you would take the sentiment seriously, but all you can focus on is the obvious care for his companion.

Very odd, indeed.

“How’s the candy?” You ask, grabbing a sterilising wipe and cleaning up around the wound. Luckily, the bullet had exited – there wouldn’t be a need to go digging in there. That also meant that you had to clean the other side of his arm, however.

Soap’s chuckle comes out strained, but it’s better than silence.

“Delicious, sweetheart.”

You pause your movements, briefly, your chest tightening at the mocking endearment.

“Sweetheart?” You repeat back, your tone a question, before you continue to clean his wounds, albeit with more stilted movements.

“The lollies,” Ghost supplies, and you can’t help but think that he either thinks you’re dumb, or just generally despises you.

Maybe both.

…Definitely both.

“Yer jus’ so sweet, lass,” Soap taunts, before letting out a sound akin to a whimper when you swipe the wipe a bit too close to his wound.

“My bad,” your smile is sickeningly sweet, your tone light and innocent.

Soap’s jaw sets, but silence fills the truck as you make sure that the cloth will properly fit around the wound, getting out a safety pin to keep it around his arm.

It takes a few minutes for you to wrap the makeshift gauze around his skin, the groans of pain from him few and far between. Despite everything, you were a good medic. You’d been trained well, and you had the cadence for it.

Usually.

Fastening the clip through the cloth, you fix it up so it looks presentable enough, and successful for its job.

“All done,” you say softly, hesitant to speak up in the silence of the space.

You go to pack up your supplies, before a hand reaches out and wraps around your wrist, stopping your movements.

Flicking your gaze up to Soap’s, you go to open your mouth to say something, but find yourself at a loss for words. Your eyebrows furrow, and he seems to sense your confusion, because –

“Yer wounds,” he blurts out, wincing at the suddenness of his proposal. “...Yer wounded. Too.”

You can’t stop a shocked, sharp laugh leaving your lips.  “I’m very aware of that, yes. Brilliant observation, Sherlock.”

“Let him speak,” Ghost grits out, and Soap’s grip tightens around your wrist. The smell of blood and gunpowder is potent in the night, but you find yourself at ease with the somewhat familiar scent. What’s throwing you off is the sudden add-on of their cologne – somehow, someway, you can smell it. Whether it’s military-duty, or it’s ingrained into their very bones, you haven’t a clue.

You could slap yourself for noticing, for being curious at all.

They smell oddly like cedarwood and musk.

“Let me fix ye up,” Soap supplies, and you can’t do anything but oblige.

Handing him the first aid kit, your fingers brush, and it really, really shouldn’t mean a thing. For the gods’ sake, you’d had your hands all over his upper arm just mere moments ago.

But there’s a spark.

Like a universal truth, maybe. Like a sensation of sudden purpose, as if all this time, all of your life, had led up to this very moment. To this very person.

You pull away sharply, and Soap doesn’t comment on it.

You’ll forever be grateful for that.

“This’ll hurt,” Soap chides, mocking your voice. You fight the urge to slap that smug grin off of his face.

You notice Ghost’s uneasy grip on the steering wheel as he cruises through the city, taking odd turns and slightly too risky manoeuvres. His focus is designated directly to his task, only occasionally checking on Soap.

Fingers underneath your chin force you to look to the Scot at your side, his movement gentle but fingers calloused and weathered. It’s an impossible dichotomy, but one you find yourself relaxing into anyways; the kind of impossible that one starts to think of as home.

Yet, your home is far from here.

Your home is in Graves’ quarters. At the Shadows’ base. 

It’s difficult to suppress the groan when Soap brushes the alcohol wipe against your cheek, but biting down on your lower lip does the job. If anything, it makes you focus on the sharp pain of that, rather than the graze on your cheek.

The trick lasts a few minutes, before Ghost goes over a particularly rough bump, causing the wipe to dig into your open wound. Your head falls forward, a soft grunt falling from your lips at the burst of pain.

“Aye, lass, ‘s alright,” Soap soothes, but it does little for your growing embarrassment. 

You shoot your glare his way, settling back further into your seat. “Thanks, but that’s enough for now.”

Soap’s expression betrays his inner turmoil, but you turn, looking out of the window. 

The darkness and rain battle along the forested roads, and it’s only now that you realise you’ve left the city. And, also, that you have no idea what’s happening, or where the fuck you’re even going.

“What’s the plan?” You ask steadily, falsifying your growing apprehension.

“A safehouse,” Ghost grunts the reply, and you already know that that’s all you’re going to get from him for now. Letting out a small huff, you fold your arms over your chest, resolutely not looking at Soap.

If you did, you’d see him personifying a kicked puppy.

Silence falls, once again, over the three of you. It allows for you to think, both over the storm brewing both outside, and in your head. 

You weren’t sure how long it would take Graves to realise that you betrayed him, if he would believe it at all. Somehow, you wouldn’t put it past him to say that this is all an elaborate kidnapping, but you figure he must have bigger problems to deal with than you going missing right now.

Then, there was the issue of alliances. Ghost hadn’t exactly agreed to working with you, and he definitely showed no signs of being anything but cold towards you. And, even then, could you really kill your – whatever Graves was – if it came down to it?

And what was to happen next? After everything was said and done? Would the 141 allow you to work with them?

Would you want to?

“We’re here.”

Pulling the handbrake, the truck stops, and you see that Ghost has pulled up outside a safehouse of some sort, in the outskirts of Las Almas.

You go to get out, but you realise that your door’s remained locked – and when you turn to question Ghost, you soon gather that it’s a purposeful move.

Ghost’s eyes narrow on you, calculating and assessing, before he says, voice like a gunshot in the quiet of the night –

“Give me a reason not to kill you right now, 'nd we might let you live.”

You swallow around the desert that your mouth’s become, and with shaky words, you respond.

a/n. first post of 2024!! i hope everyone enjoys, and if u did, please comment, reblog and follow!! mwah mwah

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[dilfartist]

Missed - short

Pairing; Yandere Las Plagas Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; after healing Ashely from the Las Plagas, Leon is unable to heal himself. Now fully infected with the Las Plagas, Leon returns home to you.

Reader description; Female/GN

Word count; 1k

TW;dark themes, Leon being crazy is so hot.

!Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

“Fuck, please start! Please start! Please start!” you cried ramming your car keys into the ignition. Regardless of the number of times you twist the keys, the car refuses to start. “No! Why, god!?” you choke, tears welling up and stinging your eyes.

You study the parking lot through the side-view mirror. Aside from parked vehicles, it was empty. Still, you felt the coil tightening in your stomach. Leon was bound to come any moment. And thanks to the abundance of entrances, he was free to enter wherever.

Instinctively, you press the lock button on the keys. All doors click reassuringly. Now you sit in your car, granting yourself the opportunity to settle your nerves.

What the hell had happened to Leon? One week ago you break up because of his constant absence, then today he’s pounding on your apartment building nearly taking the door off its hinges.

Leon pounding on the door wasn't too out of the ordinary, considering Leon, if given too much to drink, could be an obnoxious drunk. Nevertheless, his knocking was extremely harsh. Like he meant to knock down the door. Despite the clear red flag, you risked unlocking the door but completely halted when your cell phone aggressively vibrated in your pocket. Just as you answered the call, Leon’s banging ceased.

“Whatever you do, do not open that door!” a voice demanded urgently.

Without question, you compled. You simply backed away from the door. Again the voice commanded you sternly, “Grab a weapon. Use it if Leon manages to break in. And if he does, rush out of the door, do you understand?” you responded with an agreeing noise.

Leon begins pounding on the door once again. His muffled voice was audible, transferring through the door's thick wood to your ears. “I know you fucking hear me, (Name)! Answer this fucking door!”

You gape at the door. Leon never acted this way. Not even during arguments. Leon hated the idea of raising his voice at you, and even when he slipped, Leon corrected himself instantly. Something was terribly wrong. You reached over and clasped the largest knife poking outside the knife block.

Leon started hurling himself against the door, each hit included the sound of the door breaking. Before Leon could see you, you jumped into the closet adjacent to the front door. Not much after, Leon busted the door down; the door plunging to the ground with a deafening thud.

Placing your hand on your mouth, you watched through the thin closet slots as Leon stomped his way inside. Something undoubtedly was wrong with Leon. His peach-colored skin littered up to the bottom with visible dark veins. It looked unhealthy. Like Leon had been struck by lighting only a second ago.

He proceeded to your bedroom and you took the advantage. You bustled out of the closet, rushing out the door. Without looking back, you ran over to the elevator. Needing a distraction you pressed the down button on the elevator, hoping Leon would think you took the elevator and use the staircase beside it, whilst you utilized the exit on the other side of the hall.

The idea worked. The door slamming and footfalls descending the stairs was enough evidence.

So here you were in your car, chewing on your nails, fearing your ex-boyfriend’s arrival. You scanned the parking lot again, it stayed the same as the previous time. Just then your phone rang, startling you. Shaikly, you attain your phone from your pocket. The voice on the last call answers, “Miss. (Last name)?”

“Who is this? What the hell happened to Leon!?”

“I understand your stress, but please remember to keep calm.” the person advised calmly. “For starters, Leon works for us. Last week we sent him on a trip to Spain, unfortunately for Leon, he has obtained a virus. Fortunately for us, the woman he was sent to retrieve is safe and sound.”

“So?! I don’t care about the girl, whoever she is, I care about Leon!” you bark, voice quivering with anger.

“Well, when Leon returned to headquarters, he blacked out. It was impressive seeing how far he made it, evaluating the progress of the virus. We kept him safe, testing on him; and endeavoring to cure him. Sadly we haven't still. And that brings us to your situation. Leon, earlier this afternoon, escaped from containment. All week Leon spoke of his girlfriend, so we assumed he made his way to your apartment. We were right.”

“Now, I must warn you, Leon is dangerous. He’s not in his right mind at the moment. We’ll be able to further examine him, and help him if you lead him back to us. Are you able to do that?”

You shake your head, “No. The damn car won't cut on.”

“Alright, then we’ll send someone to your coordinates. Stay inside the car.” the person insists.

“Yeah. Okay, I will.”

The call ends and you are left gazing at the screen, slowly processing what was explained. You knew Leon worked in some secret agency, but this was on another level of strange.

“(Name)!” your name is roared malevolently. You shriek at the sight of Leon peering inside the car, hands pressed against the glass, red eyes meeting yours. “(Name), baby, open this door,” Leon spoke in his usual soft tone that only you experience. The tone that makes you malleable, and weak in the knees. “I’ve missed you. Been thinking about you all week. Those assholes kept us apart, but I'm here now.” Leon conversed with such sweetness it was beginning to make you physically sick.

Leon's visage also was painted with dark veins, his skin paler than before: Reminding you of how sick Leon really was. You wanted to help him. Wanted to hold him. But you wouldn't.

You shook your head, avoiding eye contact. “No, Lee,” you professed. “Y-you aren't okay, I won't let you in.”

Leon merely smiled. A sicking smile that sent chills dancing up your spine.

“Oh, but I am baby. Now open the door, I’ve missed you.”

Part 2

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[dreamwritersworld]

The perfect child. (Sully family x reader)

Y/n…the perfect child who they say would never burn out…

You see, Y/n was a perfectionist, always striving for her parents approval, always wanting more and she was always told to do everything right. She’s the oldest after all.

Jake was strict on Y/n and Neytiri was very gentle and loving. A mothers love was like no other. Now…Neytiri loved both of her older daughters but there was always something broken between the two…she treated both the same but it couldn’t be said Jake did.

He was encouraging and gentle towards Kiri, it made her learn quicker, faster and stronger. His teachings with his eldest were harder, faster, tiring. In his mind Y/n was supposed already be perfect…that’s all he wanted. Neytiri saw it as him trying to make a monster out of her, someone who would go farther than they could imagine to protect their children…but she was their child as well..? So if he handed off the responsibility to Y/n, she’d take it right off and comfort her.

They have fought many times on the topic of the way he raised the boys and Y/n…she was there for most of the arguments and she always watched from a far blinking away tears.

*flashback*

Earlier that day Y/n and Neteyam were going head to head on who’s the better warrior but Jake had given Neteyam better tasks to ensure he’d succeed more compared to Y/n.

When Neteyam won, Jake ripped into how Y/n had little mistakes. Neytiri pulled him into their home and ripped at him soon after…

“I mean really Jake, Y/n fought her heart out and the only thing you cared about was picking on the little things when she had already done her harder tasks perfectly.”

“Because she always gets frustrated easily if she doesn’t do good, she needs to be perfect otherwise who’s keeping her to be stronger against the world?”

“You put all of her siblings and people against her! That little girl is mortified all the time but you don’t care! How about being a “role model”? I have heard you say to Kiri, to a little nine year old girl, ‘y/n won’t be happy for you. she’s jealous of you’”

“She is! I don’t understand why we argue on this. Y/n turns off immediately when it comes to anyone who had shown they are better and she needs to stop.”

“You have sabotaged our daughter and the rest of the kids! Our children aren’t soldiers and you will not put them against each other!”

“Y/n is talented I’ll give you that but she needs someone to keep her humble and perfect! She is practically the future of this clan and if she makes a mistake the whole clan is going to talk about it."

-*

He wasn’t fully wrong…When Y/n failed it’s either she’d let the frustrated tears fall, or blink them away. However when Y/n finished her challenges her father was the first person she looked for, he would tell her what she still needed to work on. She felt like she needed to hear the truth, that’s what she was always used to.

In hindsight it was very sad for Neytiri to see how desperate Y/n was for her father approval. And it was equally sad to see how desperate Jake was for him to be in control of Y/n and her perfection. He would constantly put Y/n on a pedestal in public knowing it would put more weight on her.

Jake had many ways to make Y/n feel sick, it wasn’t his intentions but it felt that way.

*flashback*

8 year old Y/n was about to sing and dance in front of the clan, she was fully calm while her mother painted her face until Y/n noticed her dad beginning to approach her.

“Hey y/n!”

Y/n walked up to him as well and gave him a hug.

“Are you ready to be the best?”

Y/n swayed back and forth as she felt the nervousness come back up

“…I don’t know”

“Just be good. Don’t worry about anyone else.”

“I won’t! You make me nervous when you say that!”

“Do good!”

“Ok bye!”

Y/n tried to push her father out kindly, feeling overwhelmed.

“Go.”

Y/n gave a nervous smile at what her father slightly rushing her to be good

“You go! Please.”

“Ok I’ll let you go! Do good!”

The young girl walked back and Neytiri can tell the change in her emotions

“Are you alright?”

“Yea!”

Neytiri looked sideways at her daughter to get more answers

“…he just makes me nervous.”

Y/n sat quietly sick to her stomach while Neytiri kept painting feeling the same way her daughter was.

-*

For my loved ones I’d kill and I’d die for them. No hesitation. The nervousness went away once I had to protect and defend..I have…killed before. There was a day where the sky people entered in a forbidden part of the forest one where my siblings weren’t supposed to be.

*flashback*

There was red coming from two of the men I had killed while I turned to my siblings who were probably hidden in the forest. I didn’t hesitate, I had came out as soon as a gun was drawn…my blood ran cold. I called out for them once the coast was clear and when they came out they looked horrified.

“Im so sorry you had to see that. You aren’t supposed to be in this part of the forest you know that, we must leave now.”

They had already radioed my parents when I had finished oh…the look in my mothers eyes broke me.

They had fear. Fear for my siblings and I.

I was covered in red blood, and scars. I couldn’t even focus…I was so scared by what I had just done. My mind couldn’t remember it, I just went blank.

When my father went up to me slowly with a sly smile..

“Y/n you went on to become the greatest child warrior pandora has ever known. No one can match you efficiency, your ruthlessness!”

I felt sick to my stomach…I was only a child.

My mother rushed to hug me comforted me and repeatedly apologized…it wasn’t even her fault.

“Mother it’s ok! Truly, I just did what needed to be done. I handled it well and protected my siblings. ‘My siblings, my responsibility’. I’m fine.”

Y/n held her mother while she cried…Y/n just comforted her mom instead and blinked away her tears.

-*

No one knew how insecure i felt…how disappointed i was in myself. I was unsure if I was even good or bad…I felt like a monster but at the same time I thrived off of the praise my father sent my way for saving my siblings. I didn’t want to play this part but i would all for him. And this week was absolutely the hardest of them all.

*day one*

Lo’ak, Neteyam and I were all training! Yesterday my father had me learn more about healing next to Kiri as one of my tasks however I couldn’t beat her to it, not when my father was watching…piercing his eyes right through me.

Once we were done he lined me up with the boys and told us what needed to be achieved by the end of the week.

“You three are to start spotting next week. I don’t want anyone here that is not focus or achieving what they’re told. If you do good it makes us look better..Y/n you didn’t do as good at healing, you’re sister beat you so you failed. It doesn’t look good for us. Let me ask this question to all of you. How many of you are training when we aren’t together?”

Y/n looked down at her fathers degrading words disappointed that she didn’t beat Kiri. She nodded to her fathers question saying

“I do..”

Jake rolled his eyes and began losing his patience at the child who couldn’t land what she was told right, lately.

“Well…get off your butt, walk over to your grandmother and train for healing instead!”

Y/n immediately looked away blinking away pained tears…she was tired already, just the night before she stayed up training so she could be ready for the harsh week to come.

Jake spoke again..

“That’s your fault!…don’t embarrass me and do it right. Now go back to training.”

Y/n walked away while her two younger brothers watched her, they later had a conversation..

!Away from Y/n!

“Bro did you see how much Y/n wanted to cry? She’s always good at everything, I don’t know why she cries! She’s the favorite!”

“There's always pressure on Y/n, I mean she wants to please our parents. She can't go to training and be anything but perfect."

Lo’ak rolled his eyes at his brothers statement.

“No duh! But cmon bro you got to admit that sometimes Y/n tries too hard for dad’s approval!”

Now it was Neteyam’s turn to roll his eyes

“She’s the eldest, she needs to be perfect. In dad’s eyes she can be fumbling with her future and it’s not looking good for the family if she isn’t perfect.”

-*

*day three*

Since the day before Y/n spent the whole time training with her grandmother Jake made Kiri and her do an actual competition against each other on who can do stitching and healing ointments better.

Kiri was eager to beat the “perfect child” while Y/n was anxious and determined to prove her father that she has gotten better…she has no chance in winning, she was going against someone who only ever trained for healing while Y/n trained for everything in such little time.

Both of the children did well but Kiri ultimately won. Despite the win Y/n hugged Kiri and told her she’s a good healer. Jake hugged Kiri speaking words that Y/n wished was given to her.

“Even if you had the worlds biggest crown I wouldn’t be any Prouder of you than I am right now!”

The eldest child’s heart was left to yearn for her fathers love, inside she was crying for more than just being ignored. If Y/n won she was ok but if she lost she failed at everything. She didn’t understand his game anymore.

-*

*day four*

What Neytiri never knew was how Jake sometimes encouraged Y/n to break Neytiri’s instructions to Y/n. For example when Neytiri noticed her tiredness while Y/n was helping prep food and told her to take a break from training.

Y/n took a break just like Neytiri told her and when Jake walked into the room where Y/n was watching Tuk with small tears falling because she was panicking inside knowing her father would be upset at her.

“Y/n I want to talk to you.”

Y/n got up and walked past her siblings who had heard and felt how upset Jake was at Y/n

“What’s going on? Why were you not at training and then you were crying?”

“I was crying because training is my safe space but I was just tire-“

Jake cut her off while Y/n nervously played with her hands, hold back tears.

“Nu-uh! Every opportunity I have given you, came from my heart. That was awful Y/n. I don’t deserve that, I didn’t deserve any of it. There’s always another kid, there’s always somebody else. We love you. We were ready to work with you and you sat at home!”

Jake’s hurt expression made Y/n feel worse and she began crying at the pain and disappointment she caused.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you get out of our home and tell your mother no I’m going to training!”

“I’m so sorry”

“That’s not going to cut it. It’s gonna take a long time for you to be better.”

When the family was ready to head to bed Neytiri saw Y/n’s bed empty she looked around to see the child sleeping with dried tears in a corner of a cushion where she had previously been watching Tuk. Neytiri shook her head and covered the child with a blanket knowing how stressed Y/n was.

-*

*day five*

The whole family went to a secluded place to do training. Neytiri watched Tuk until she heard Kiri tell her heartbreaking news

“dad won’t refer to Y/n by her name. He keeps calling her ‘that girl’ or ‘her’ or ‘she.”

Neytiri turned her head to face her other children and husband.

“You! Girl in the front move to the center.”

She sighed to her husband’s teaching methods. This was his way of punishing Y/n and making her do more work to make him ‘remember her name’

Neytiri called for a break and pulled Y/n away

“What’s going on my child you don’t see happy”

“He just says girl, he doesn’t even say my name.”

Y/n embraced the hug Neytiri gave her before telling Y/n it’s ok and to go back…this time Neytiri watched from afar.

“you were gone for a day! Not a year.”

Neytiri shakes her head and got up to pull Jake

“Our daughter has a name. She has a name Jake and you better stop holding a grudge.”

Jake came back to the children and began calling Y/n by her name. Neytiri protected her.

-*

*day 7*

Father has had me training all week and all day! I barley get any rest time, in fact I’m currently walking to where we train. It’s safer to say flying with my ikran would not have been a good idea, my tired body would bring me down with her. I was so exhausted and I felt so heavy, my heart was sinking into blackness as well as my eyes. Everything went black as I fell to the floor..

When I had woken up, I was terrified. Not because it was already eclipse or because i had fainted from exhaustion…it was because of my father. I have never done this before and I was supposed to be there to train. I ran my way back home, using up all the little energy I restored and opened my home to see my panicked family.

My father rushed to me and grabbed me by my shoulders searching for any wounds.

“I’m sorry sir, this won’t happen-“

“Damn right it won’t! You know how important training is Y/n. You will be leader of this clan soon! You must act like it. You do not show up late, you don’t act stupid, this is not ok…”

My father words began getting blurry as he yelled in my face about what I should’ve been doing instead and my body began feeling sick once again…I felt like I was drowning and my breaths were getting shorter. I can see my mothers mad face turn into worry as she slightly pushes my dad away from me.

“Y/n what’s wrong?”

I don’t know. I’m unable to speak back and I drop to my knees. My lungs felt closed up and I was struggling to catch a breath. I had tears in my eyes while my mother began talking again

“It’s ok Y/n. You’re ok. I’m here. Breath my child.”

Once my breathing got back to normal my mother allowed me to tell the story and urged me to get checked by grandmother…she didn’t allow my father to keep on yelling at me.

-*

*day 8*

My grandmother explained that I was just having attacks and that I’d be ok! Today the clan had a dancing ceremony, I wasn’t feeling well so I opted out on joining…until my father told the clan that I’d be joining the dance later that night.

I couldn’t say ‘no’. Not when my father talked up my name…I didn’t want to let him down.

The time for me to dance in the ceremony was coming and my nerves were so high..as I was walking to where the crowd can see me I can hear my dad

“Focus.”

“Represent.”

the pressure got worse from then but I pushed it away.

The clan began singing and dancing but I knew all eyes were on me…I was in the center and I felt my breathing feel heavy again…then suddenly I forgot the dance.

My couldn’t hold the fake smile and I ran off to go to the side where no one can see me.

I was begging for anyone to just help me.

“No! No! No! My father is going to freak out on me…I want to go again….I’ve never done this before. Can I please go again? Please!..please! My fathers going to hate me.”

Neytiri rushed to Y/n hugging her and pulling her away from the ceremony and fellow navis who had been there eyes widened to the visibly panicked child.

“My fathers going to hate me!”

“No he’s not Y/n.”

“He’s going to hate me! I’ve never done this…I’ve never done this.”

Neytiri wasn’t fully surprised that Y/n forgot her dance. Jake and her both put way to much pressure on Y/n. She was just 15 years old. Every single week and day she had to do tasks, train and protect everyone. If something wasn’t done correctly Jake would pinch at it all. Neytiri knew when to calm her down but Jake wanted Y/n to be his perfect child…he didn’t care that he was going to burn the kid out.

“I can’t breathe…I can’t breathe.”

Neytiri pulled Y/n down to sit calming her down more before she flew her back to their home.

“y/n you’re having anxiety and your father gets you so nervous. It’s ok. You are safe my child.”

Y/n was so afraid of her father it was killing her inside..Neytiri completely didn’t know what to do. Y/n loved training but her father was beginning to make her hate it. Once everyone arrived home Neytiri sent her and the rest of the kids out to do something. She didn’t fail to notice how Jake went to go up to Y/n and her breath hitched..like she was breathing in her last final breath.

“Go outside and play all of you!”

Neytiri looked at Jake directly in the eyes infuriated.

“We need to talk. You’re incredibly rude to Y/n you need to treat her with more respect.”

“I do! It’s just that when you are in the picture she looks at you.”

“Because she is afraid of you.”

“She goes completely blank. It’s like she’s competing with you and me. She’s a great kid but she looks at you with one eye, and she gets weak.”

“All she does is feel like she fails! You set her up to fail!”

“She’s the greatest her in the division, what do you not understand?”

“You have gone backstage before performances or challenges and have said ‘be like Kiri or Neteyam!’ Who does that to their child?!”

“Why wouldn’t she want to be like them? They are great.”

“Because Y/n doesn’t need to be like them Y/n is Y/n and that is good enough.”

“For who?!”

“For her.”

“Not for you.”

“Yes it it!”

“Then why are you pushing this idea that I set her up to fail?!”

“Because you knew she was sick and you threw her in there and humiliated our daughter.”

“I didn’t humiliate her! She did it herself when she forgot the dance.”

Neytiri couldn’t hear it anymore she began crying.

"Our daughter has been a wreck all week! And now she's having these attacks because she is afraid of you. And Afraid of what you are going to do it her! And you're allowing this with the relationship that you have with our kids and me! And it breaks my heart it is horrible!”

Jake grew silent while he saw his wife break right in front of him…

“I don’t think you get it! She’s tired! Tired of trying to be perfect for everyone, tired of training, tired of doing tasks. You just know the act she puts on! The ‘perfectness’ it’s done. You are hurting our daughter. Our children. Who’s next? Neteyam? Lo’ak? Kiri? You can not keep doing this to our children.”

Tears began falling from Jake’s eyes as he begins replaying old memories of how Y/n was treated…she was just a kid..how could he fix this?..

!💓!

Hope you enjoyed I just did this on the side because I’m trying to get to her stories done but I needed a breather 😊

P.S: Jake manipulating Y/n and isolating her slightly while Y/n didn’t realize really broke me! It was very obvious in the way he made her feel bad about obeying her mothers orders. She felt a lot of pressure and had many panic attacks during her childhood. This was just the first time anyone has seen it because it all became too much. She had such a strong passion for being a fierce warrior but her fathers harsh teachings is making it hard for her to enjoy the ‘hobby’ again. :(

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[ggrapeejuicee]

Right Person. Wrong Time

harry styles angst

summary: Harry’s fame puts you in danger, and he can’t let himself be the reason you get hurt

word count: 1.1k

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Harry was half way through a residency as Madison Square Garden. The whole world loved him. He’d been crowned the new king of pop.

You’d left the show half way through to grab some food, and ended up wandering to take in the pretty lights of the city.

He’d barely spoken to you this morning, leaving the hotel room barely uttering a goodbye. He didn’t tell you his plans for after the show or what time he’d be back at. The past few days he’d been distant. It was unlike him considering how close you’d been for the past few months.

Apart from rehearsals and performing you’d been practically inseparable since you started dating, but now it sort of felt like he was slipping away.

He got back to the hotel room after midnight, you had reruns of an old sitcom from your childhood playing on the TV while you had been waiting for him.

“You’re late tonight.” You smile at him as he comes through the door.

“Yeah.” He says gruffly.

“You okay?” You ask, “You’re usually in a more talkative mood.”

“Been a long day.” He shrugged.

“Yeah I get it. I just feel like we haven’t spent much time together recently.”

“Yeah, because I’m working.” He snapped, “I’ve had a show like every day.”

“No, I know that-”

“Well clearly not.”

“I was just trying to be nice, no need to go all moody on me.” You roll your eyes.

“You just don’t understand what it’s like for me.”

“I don’t understand?” You scoffed, “Harry I’ve given up everything for you. I cancelled the lease on my apartment, I quit my job, I left my fiancée. Just so I could come with you on this damn tour.”

“I didn’t fucking ask you to do any of that.” He said angrily, “You done all of that on your own, don’t fucking blame that on me.”

“Stop yelling at me.”

“Then stop being a fuckin’ brat.”

You shook your head, not believing what was happening right now.

“I told you that this wasn’t going to work out, right from the beginning. I told you we should’ve just left it in Miami, but you wanted to keep it going.”

“We both wanted to keep it going, you were just too much of a coward to commit yourself to it. You can’t commit, Harry, to anything.”

He slammed his fist against the wall, knuckles turning red with the force he hit the plasterboard. His face was red with anger. With a combination of his drunken state and the heat of this argument, this was one of the worst tempers you’d ever seen from him.

“I commit. I commit every single day. To this job, this life.”

“But you can’t commit to me?” You shout, tears welling up in your eyes, “I’m just asking for a little respect here.”

“This just isn’t working out.” He said.

You’d tried to stay strong throughout this, but as soon as those words left his lips you couldn’t help but to start crying. Tears flowed down your cheeks and sobs escaped your mouth.

Harry just stood and watched.

He stood emotionless, watching you break down in front of him, every emotion you were feeling was caused by him and he looked as if he didn’t care.

“I think you should go back to Miami. Coming on the rest of the tour isn’t a good idea.”

You felt sick. You felt like you were going to vomit everywhere. A mixture of different thoughts flooded your brain.

Where would you go? You had no apartment.

How would you get a flight? You had no money.

Harry had made a promise to you that he’d take care of you while he was on the road, and now he’s here breaking that promise in a million different ways.

“You’re an asshole.”

“You should’ve listened to me before. This wouldn’t be happening right now.”

“So what went wrong, huh? You bored of me? You found someone else? Or has the alcohol just made you honest for the first time since I’ve known you.”

“God, I’ve not found someone else. There is no one else can’t you fucking see that?”

“Then why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me for no reason.” It was hard to breathe through the crying. It had already been a long day, but coming home to this had made it so much worse, “You’re standing there watching me get myself into such a state and you look like you couldn’t care less.“

“There’s always a reason.” He shouts, “Always a fucking reason.”

“Then you need to tell me. Help me understand why you’re just giving up on this. On us.”

Your heart was beating out your chest. This man, in the few months you had been together, had become your whole life. And now you were loosing him for what seemed like forever.

“If something happened to you I’d never forgive myself.”

“Nothings going to happen, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Those photographers yesterday were just the start. Ever since people found out about us, your whole safety has been jeopardised. I will not let anything happen to you because of me.”

“Harry-”

“No.” He interrupts, “You wanted an explanation so let me talk.”

“As long as you’re with me you’re not safe. People will stalk you and invade on your privacy for as long as I’m in the public eye. This isn’t the life either of us want for you.”

“I don’t give a shit about all of that, I just want you.”

“I can’t let you give up all your privacy just for me. That’s not fair.”

“This should be my decision, Harry.” You argue.

He shakes his head.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me, instead of putting on the whole asshole act.”

“I needed you to listen. I still need you to listen.”

“I am listening.”

“Well you’re not hearing me properly then. We need to be over. We can’t keep this,” He gestures between you both, “up, because it means you’re not safe.”

“Then up the security, get me a bodyguard.”

He shakes his head, and for the first time since this conversation began you could see sadness in his eyes.

“You and I both know that you don’t want a bodyguard following you around for the rest of your life.”

He reaches for your hand, placing his lips against the back of it softly.

“I’ll sort out a flight and somewhere for you to stay, don’t worry about that. This isn’t what I want to happen, it’s what needs to happen. And if somehow, somewhere in the future we’re brought back together then we will be. Just… Not right now.”

Deep down you knew he was right. The insane photographer trying to get in your cab the other night was a step too far, and no doubt something like that could happen again on a bigger more dangerous scale.

But you didn’t want to loose him.

Right person. Wrong time.

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Billy asks you out but you have no idea its because Jason paid him to and it's for revenge against Hellfire.

Eddie, is pissed about your date but his protective side comes out when he finds out what happened.

Reader is Hoppers niece in this story. She can be adopted or through family, it's up to you. 💕

Jealousy, protective Eddie, fluff. Minors dni, 18+ don't copy, translate or repost my work.

Season four Au, Billy is alive.

❤️

Tonight should have been a good night. It was your first date in a while and you were hoping it went well. You should have realised it was doomed from the start, especially as it had caused you and Eddie to have a really bad fight.

He wasn't happy about your date with Billy and an argument between the two of you erupted during lunch two days ago, you hadn't spoke to each other since then.

It made sitting at the Hellfire table very awkward and poor Dustin had given up trying to get the two of you to talk to each other.

According to Eddie there was no way that Billy had changed, he'd only hurt you, etc. You were a believer in second chances, though maybe you should have been more wary just like Eddie said.

Billy had taken you to see some new horror movie and invited you to hang out with a friend of his after.

The minute that Jason showed up at the end of your date alarm bells rang in your head. He walked right up to Billy and handed him a hundred bucks, sneering at you and then turning back to Billy.

"Wow. Well done dude, this went better than I thought" Jason laughed and Billy had this stupid smirk on his face.

It was a bet Billy explained. A hundred bucks to date you, cause some friction with Eddie and then let you find out, humiliating you. It was Jason's idea for revenge on Hellfire, it left you feeling sick to your stomach and Jason's laughter followed you along the way, as you raced out of the movie theatre.

Now you were back at home. Tears running down your cheeks and your heart aching, you can't believe you were so stupid to give Billy a chance. Not only were you humiliated but Eddie wasn't speaking to you either.

The thought of facing Jason tomorrow at school made you toss and turn all night, however you were determined to get back at the asshole one way or another.

...

Jason's smug smirk at seeing you first thing soon disappeared when in art class your paint supplies accidentally went over his lucky letterman jacket.

You adopted your most innocent expression when the teacher asked you if it was an accident, acted flustered and said you were sorry to Jason.

When the teachers back was turned the apologetic expression vanished from your face and you smirked at an enraged Jason.

"Paybacks a bitch huh?"

That felt really good. However your good mood vanished as soon as it was lunchtime. Eddie was still grumpy and the tension between the two of you was awful.

Between this and the disappointment that your first date in ages was just a stupid bet, you were feeling close to tears. All it took was Gareth turning to you, giving a nervous glance to Eddie then asking how the date went for you to almost crumble.

"I don't want to talk about it" you mumble and Eddie looks at you for the first time in days, folds his arms across his chest and huffs annoyed.

"Jesus h christ, so you ignore my advice and it turns out exactly how I thought it would?" his tone chips away at your bruised heart and you meet Eddie's gaze.

You try to act nonchalant but the facade quickly fades and your lip wobbles, the ache in your chest hurting again. The anger leaves Eddie's eyes immediately.

"It was a bet okay! So you were right Eddie. Billy is still an asshole and he got paid by Jason to humiliate me" you snap and gather your stuff not wanting to hear Eddie say I told you so.

If you were being honest some part of you deep down only went on this date to see how Eddie would react. For a while you suspected he might have feelings for you.

Obviously you were wrong. He didn't want you that way. Maybe he was wondering why Billy even wanted to date you in the first place.

Whatever. You didn't need this shit from him and promptly walked away from the Hellfire table.

❤️

Eddie couldn't remember the last time he had been this mad. The very feeling coursing through his veins, had propelled him to seek out Jason and he found the asshole laughing with one of his douchebag friends.

"Hey Munson, you ask your friend how her date went last night? Jason throws the jibe at him, smirks and fist bumps his friend.

His amusement only lasts for a few seconds because he soon sees the look in Eddie's eyes, the one that sends him scampering back and turning paler by the minute.

"You stay away from me freak. I mean it" Eddie ignores him, moves closer to Jason and glares at him.

"Let's get one thing straight Carver. You wanna mess with me then fine, you don't use my friends to do it. Especially not her, understand?" Carver isn't so cocky now, merely nods as his friend hightails it in the other direction.

"Why do you think I went after her freak. She's like your weakness or something" Eddie stills as Jason's words hit him. The thing is the douchebag wasn't wrong.

"I mean it man. You hurt even the tiniest hair on her head I swear you'll regret it" he pushes him away and then stalks off making plans to deal with Billy next.

❤️

The opportunity presents itself the next day when Billy as per usual came to the trailer for his weeks supply of weed, "a little something to deal with living in this shithole town" Billy would say and in all honesty Eddie agreed with him.

Well until he decided to fuck with you. Now as far as Eddie was concerned, Billy Hargrove could go and fuck himself.

Just the sight of him coming into the trailer with his signature smirk and an expectant look, set Eddie's teeth on edge and then Billy makes it worse, subtly rubs in what he's done.

"Got a windfall this week Munson so hit me with the good stuff" Eddie has to dig his nails into his hands to stop himself from doing something stupid, like lunging at this smug asshole. He can't believe Billy would have the fucking audacity to be so boastful about what he done.

Not that he expected that Billy would give a fuck about hurting you but he figured there might be guilt or some shit. His jaw tightens and he shoots Billy a dark look.

"Yeah there's nothing here for you dude, you're cut off" he stares coldly at Billy, who looks offended that Eddie is refusing to give him anything.

"You can't do that Munson, I'm a paying customer so give me my fucking weed" the harshness in Billy's tone barely effects Eddie, he's too pissed at what Billy has done to give a fuck about how angry this douchebag is.

"I don't want it man. You think you can hurt my girl and I'd still sell you shit? You're lucky I don't beat your ass, might land me a broken arm or some shit but it would be worth it"

Billy snorts "All of this for her" he points to you and Eddie swears, he didn't realise you had arrived and had heard everything, standing at the trailer door looking stunned.

"All of it. Now fuck off dude" he gestures to the door and Billy scoffs and marches up to him.

"You know I could tell the chief all about your dealing and shit. He'd fast track you to jail and you'd be exactly like daddy" Eddie's fist tightens at Billy's threat but he ignores it, the asshole is talking shit.

"Go ahead. Sure Hop would love to know that you messed with his niece and humiliated her. Bet you'll be right at the top of his Christmas card list dude" Billy's eyes widen, then he swears and storms out of the trailer.

Heat gathers in Eddie's cheeks as you walk over to him. The look on your face has him feeling out of sorts, with a desperate need to take you in his arms and kiss you senseless.

But you only saw him as a friend didn't you? That's why he was such a douchebag this week, yeah because of Billy's reputation and he was scared you'd get hurt but also because he was so fucking jealous.

Not that he'd ever tell you how he felt. There was no way he was having that conversation with you. Fuck, now that would be mortifying.

So imagine his shock when you kiss his cheek, so very near his lips that it makes his brain short circuit for a few seconds and he's genuinely stunned.

"Maybe next time we could try a real kiss" you suggest and Eddie comes to with the biggest beaming smile on his face.

"I'd like that princess. That's why I was such a dick this week. I'm sorry, I was jealous that you went a date with Hargrove when I've been wanting to ask you out for months"

He feels like he might explode when you trail your hand up his chest, he's eager to kiss you, touch you and make you his.

"How about you take me on a date right now Eddie? See I figured out that there's no one I'd rather be with than you. Took me some time to realise that but I don't plan on wasting anymore time"

Your words are like music to his ears and the grin doesn't leave his face when you move closer to him and exchange your first kiss.

And just like that you and Eddie were exactly where you were supposed to be.

❤️

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n

[lucivinyl]

lovesick

pairing : lucifer x gn!reader

summary : you put a bandaid around lucifer’s ring finger (and his heart does a somersault)

note : inspired by the card chat ‘before the big day’

For a demon like Lucifer, a paper cut should be no more than an itch, something that shouldn’t even warrant a reaction. But when he felt the sharp edge glide across his finger, he still couldn’t help but let out a pained wince.

You poked your head up from behind the leather armchair where you’d been lolling in, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he frowned at the red forming around the thin line. “Actually, can you get me a tissue?”

“Sure,” you grabbed the tissue box and walked over, eyes widening when you spotted the cut. “You’d better get that bandaged.”

“It’s just a small cut.”

“A small cut that will sting like hell when it comes into contact with water,” You leaned against the desk, took his hand and started examining the wound. “And you could get an infection.”

An argument was already building on his tongue, but he decided to stay quiet as you moved on to dab the blood off, eyes narrowed in concentration, making sure you weren’t pressing too hard. A few strands of hair had fallen in front of your face, but your sole attention was on the cut.

It felt nice to be pampered once in a while.

Discarding the red-spotted paper, you placed your hand under the adjacent drawer to open it. Panic set in, and he scrambled to push it back. The wood slammed shut with a loud thud. 

“What?” You turned to him, startled. “I’m just trying to get you a bandaid!”

“I don’t have any in there.” The lie slipped out easily. “It’s really fine, it’ll heal soon.”

You gave the drawer and his guarding hand a pointed look, silent skepticism spreading across your features. Then you shook your head firmly, stubborn as always. “I’ll just go grab mine.”

His eyes followed as you walked out of the study, hand only lowering once you were out of sight. That was a threateningly close call. Had you seen what was inside the drawer, everything he’d been planning would've gone up in flames.

Just to double check. He opened a gap wide enough for him to peek inside. The warm light spilled in, revealing a red velvet box sitting serenely atop other miscellaneous objects. He drummed his finger against the wooden board and, giving in to his uncertainty, pulled out the box. The ring was still inside– the band a pale silver, twirling up to enclose a sapphire that was catching light on all sides. 

He sighed and returned it into the drawer, slamming it into the dark.

He'd bought the ring for a good while now, just about long enough for it to collect dust. While the purchase had been done on a whim, he confessed that the possibility of marriage had been stuck in his head like a rowdy tenant unwilling to move out.

And of course, you were the one who'd given rise to the idea. He could still remember how you'd woken up that day, dazed still by sleep, and upon recognizing him, pulled away and buried your face into the pillow almost in annoyance. He'd been offended, but after some insistent pestering, you finally explained that you'd dreamt of marrying him.

"It was such a sweet dream, and you had to go ahead and ruin it!" You'd complained, looking off to the side with a stubborn frown, but it didn't take a pair of keen eyes to notice the way your ears burned. To make it up to you, he'd vowed to make it a reality one day. It might've been a light-hearted promise at that time, but it would soon bloom into a question that lodged itself into his heart, making it hard to breathe without first getting it out.

He owned exactly three white suits and had to put them all away, because every time he opened the closet and caught sight of them in his periphery, his mind would just go haywire. White suit, wedding, flowers, rings, vows, promise of a lifetime . He would never admit it, but the mere imagination he conjured in his head was enough to make him giddy. He would put an unhealthy amount of sugar in his tea just so the sweetness would taste realer, would run into doors while still donning a tooth-rotting smile.

Simeon was worried that he was sick, but if it really was an illness, he didn't want to get rid of it. Not when you were both the cause and the remedy.

It wasn't always pleasant though. Dreaming was the easy part, but when it came to taking actions, he was in a bind. He wished to make the proposal as memorable as possible, but he had no idea how to. Either he accidentally let the perfect moment pass by or the time and place just didn't work. The world seemed to be against him this time, throwing curveball after curveball on his quest to pop the question. The only thing preventing him from giving up was the unbudging certainty that, yes , he did want to marry you and live out the rest of your lives together. That was enough to keep him going.

At the nearing footsteps, he reluctantly pulled himself out of his thoughts. You came back with a pack of bandaids decorated with pink hearts. 

"What?" You chuckled at the appalment dimming his eyes. 

"Couldn't you have gotten the less cutesy ones?" 

"They were the only ones lying around."

You were obviously lying, but he bit his tongue once again, watching as you peeled the backing. 

"Your hand, please."

He complied. You tilted your head to get a better angle and placed the soft cotton on the cut, the skin surrounding which had started to bloom red. Then his eyes trailed up, and realization dawned on him.

The paper had grazed his ring finger, which shouldn't have been a big deal, but his heart still jumped out of his throat. Suddenly he was hyper aware of your hand working around the wound, wrapping the sticky surface around the base of his finger. You didn't do it very well, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he watched the hearts adhere to his skin.

One day, it would be just like this, except he would be the one holding your hand like it was glass, and instead of a band aid, it would be a ring. He could already see it happening before his eyes– your finger slipping into the ring of perfect size, the happiness blooming on your face, then your hands fitting perfectly together.

It was only when he felt your touch on his face that he snapped out of the images, feeling the smile etched on his face. Softly you asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"How dumb this bandaid looks."

"That’s not what your face says," you mirrored his smile. "At least wait a few days before you peel it off, okay?"

Instead of answering, he turned to kiss the center of your palm, his smile growing wider. He knew that he wasn't taking it off any time soon.

#obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me #elfwrites #obey me shall we date

[otakuwithapen]

What happens when you take Evil Chat #1 (Chat Blanc) and mix him with Evil Chat #2 (Claw Noir)? You get Claw Blanc! He is very very not okay.

The story so far (Content Warning: Attempted Suicide)

During one of Claw Noir and Shadybugs’ arguments, Betterfly attempts to intervene. He sends a Kamiko in the hopes of calming at least one of them down enough to talk. Shadybug notices the Kamiko and shoved Claw Noir in the way. Claw, reacting too slow to Cataclysm the butterfly, is Kamikotized into Claw Blanc and given the power of Hindsight to see the error of his ways.

Unfortunately, as Betterfly attempts to talk to Claw Blanc, he manages only to send him into a crisis of identity. Shadybug and Betterfly can hardly get a word in before Claw Blanc flees. Claw spends the next few days in hiding, the Kamiko stopping him from transforming back and plaguing him with horrible clarity. He’s haunted by flashes of everything he’s done, everyone he’s hurt, with and without his Miraculous. Everything he’s done in the name of The Supreme—everything he’s done in the name of his own amusement. Every innocent civilian he’d scared back into like, every Kamikotized hero he’d beaten to a pump.

For nearly a week, Shadybug searches for Claw in an attempt to bring him to his senses. After all, as much as she loathed to admit it, he was useful.

For nearly a week, Betterfly spends his nights searching for Claw in order to speak with him—meanwhile Gabriel’s days are consumed seeking his absent son.

Both find what they’re looking for at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. Claw Blanc looks terrible. He looks exhausted. His cheeks are streaked with the drying wake of fallen tears. Had his eyes not already been red, they’d have been bloodshot. His hair was messy—not in the intentional, chaotic fashion he usually kept it, but in a way achieved only by neglect and nights spend in and out of sparse, fitful sleep.

Betterfly steps forward, opening his mouth to speak, before Claw Blanc cuts him off.

He was right all along. All the innocents hurt, all the little glimmers of light stomped out, Betterfly had been right all along. Shadybug and Claw Noir weren’t helping anyone. They weren’t even helping themselves. All they were was The Supreme’s personal militia, stalking the streets like pests. Claw Blanc thought back to the look on Plagg’s face every time he detransformed; horrified yet acceptant. Even the Kwami knew this was all wrong.

Shadybug and Betterfly both tried to interject to little avail, they conflicting arguments white noise to Claw. He raised his hand skywards, focusing his power into his palm. An ever present pain roared through his nerves, the decay comforting in some morbid way. He couldn’t help but wonder if Shadybug felt that same pain. Karma for all they’d done—all they’d hurt. He muttered a half-hearted apology as the destructive energy condensed into a tangible sphere. He wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore. He closed his eyes.

Cataclysm.

Pain seared in his chest, causing him to fall to his knees as his nerves screamed in agonizing harmony. For a moment, Claw wondered if this is how every hero he’d used his power on felt. Every out-of-line civilian. For a moment Claw knew nothing but white-hot pain. He heard Shadybug and Betterfly crying out for him.

As soon as it came, it was gone. The burning stopped. Claw Blanc was still for a long moment before opening his eyes again. He stared down, where his hand sat pressed against his chest. Had something gone wrong? Slowly he looked up, eyes widening at the scene before him. He stood in a charred crater, starting down two statues. One held her arms over her face as if to defend herself from some attacker, the other reached forward, offering an undeserved hand to his most bitter enemy. The ambiance of Paris was gone. No people chattered. No birds sang. No pestilent bugs nagged him for his apathy. There was nothing.

In his attempt to stop himself from hurting anyone, Claw Blanc realized, he had destroyed everyone.

#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous #miraculous world #shadybug #miraculous shadybug #miraculous claw noir #claw noir #betterfly #miraculous Betterfly #miraculous chat blanc #chat blanc #this was supposed to be a Drabble but it turned into a story #Claw Blanc is not okay #idk if anyone has done this yet #but i did it #Claw Blanc proceeds to live in destroyed Paris like his counterpart #just significantly more guilty #Goes crazy but like in the opposite direction of Chat Blanc #get this cat some therapy #claw blanc #miraculous au

[paperstorm]

The argument/make-up in 2x04 is really one of my favourite Tarlos stories because I just love when conflict in fiction is the direct result of two people’s individual traumas bumping up against each other, rather than someone being a villain.

Both of them in this episode are coming from a place of having a large trauma in their past that the other doesn’t know all the details of. Carlos hasn’t told TK anything, at this point, about how his coming out went and how much pain he is in every single day because he feels like his parents don’t fully accept him being gay. He avoids the topic of his parents at Owen’s party when TK brings it up because he’s in a honeymoon phase with TK and he’s never had that before with anyone. He believes – like he says at the end when they make up – that he might never be able to have a real relationship. And he does likely know that at some point they’ll have to discuss his parents but he has never been as happy with anyone as he is with TK (insert season four context of he felt broken until the day they met) and he isn’t ready just yet for the dreamy bubble they’re in to be burst by reality.

So he deflects, in what will become a signature personality trait of Carlos’s – chronic avoidance and making jokes to get out of conversations he isn't ready to have. And then by accident they run into Gabriel and Andrea, and Carlos, still not ready to do this, panics and introduces TK as his friend. He knows he shouldn’t have done that, but trauma, so he acts like he doesn’t understand why TK is upset and he makes a joke out of it. He’s been anxious this whole time about how TK, who is so out and loud and proud, is going to react when he finds out Carlos is still half in the closet, and this is the very reaction he was so afraid of and why he avoided it for so long.

None of it is done with malintent, it’s all self-preservation and learned coping mechanisms from things in his past that have left such deep scars, but TK doesn’t know that, so it hurts him anyway.

TK, meanwhile, is still pretty fresh off of getting his heart broken so badly that he tried to kill himself. He went to Austin in a truly horrendous state of pain and trauma and heartache. He wasn’t planning on meeting his soulmate so soon, he wasn’t ready to meet his soulmate because of how much his heart was still in tatters, which is why we get him being so wishy-washy in season one. By early season two he’s also very much in that honeymoon phase, but that doesn’t mean his wounds are fully healed yet. He asks Carlos about his parents, it feels implied in the party scene that it isn’t the first time he’s asking about them. He’s given Carlos the opportunity to have the conversation that they need to have, but Carlos has changed the subject.

Then they run into them. TK is so happy to meet them, and then so instantly crushed when Carlos introduces him as a friend. He’s upset all the way home, and Carlos – for reasons TK doesn’t understand yet – is acting like it’s not a big deal. TK storms out because that’s how he copes with things at this stage in his emotional development, and leaves some hurtful words for Carlos as a parting gift. Not a mature way to handle things, but in a later scene with Owen and Gwyn it’s revealed how hurt TK really is. “I wanted him to tell them who I was and what I mean to him,” TK says, all dejected. “Maybe he did. Maybe we are just friends.” Because Alex also told TK "I love you", and then cheated on him. TK’s lingering Alex trauma bubbles back up; fuck not again, not another man who says ‘I love you’ to my face but then hides me and doesn’t really want forever with me, even though that isn’t really what’s happening with Carlos.

If it wasn’t for Alex, TK probably wouldn’t have been half as upset by any of this and would have been more receptive to hearing an explanation, but Carlos doesn’t know that, so it hurts him anyway.

It’s just such good conflict. They’re both right, and they’re both wrong. They’re both operating from places of extreme hurt that isn’t the other person’s fault, and they’re both operating from places of not understanding the extent of what the other is going through. And in the scene where they make up you can see how much love there is and how much they both really want to understand the other better. It’s such a beautiful way to love someone, to say to each other “let me meet you where you are and love you the way you need to be loved, even if it’s different from how I need to be loved.”

#911 lone star #911 lone star rewatch 2024 #andies annoying character metas

[teawithnosugar]

hiii! loooove your writing <3

Would you ever write a one-shot where reader has a bf but is sneaking around with Ellie and Ellie finally gets fed up with it, like why don’t you just leave him?? But then we find out reader is too afraid to dump him because maybe he hurts/threatens reader?

Idk I feel like this could sting but in the best way 🫣

Not Too Late

! Pairings ,' Ellie x Reader ! CW ,' angst/comfort....I think, abuse, cheating ! words ,' 0.9k ! synopsis ,' You aren't as unreasonable as Ellie originally thought ! song ,' Lover, You Should've Come Over - Jeff Buckley

"Maybe I'm too young To keep good love from going wrong"

! AN ,' I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, I KNOW I USUALLY GIVE SAD ENDINGS BUT IT FELT WRONG TO NOT GIVE THIS ONE A SOMEWHAT HAPPY END

“Jesus Christ, I remember this…” Ellie said with a grin as she looked at one of the pictures in the photo album you were holding. Together, bare on your bed, you nestled between her legs, her chin resting tenderly upon your shoulder. The warmth of her breath caressed your skin as she nuzzled her nose beneath your ear. You were both looking at pictures from your teenage years, specifically a picture you took with Ellie asleep on your shoulder while both Jesse and Dina drew on her face. You had been friends for years, madly in love for the majority of it. You giggled, smile faltering once you looked outside, the sun was setting which meant your boyfriend Dan would be home soon because unfortunately, the moment you and Ellie confessed your love for each other was 2 months into your relationship with a guy who was relatively new to Jackson.

“Why…why are you still with him?” Ellie asked softly. You both loved each other, she knew you didn’t love him, and you knew she was bound to ask this question sooner or later.

“It’s complicated Els-” 

“It’s not,” you began, only to be interrupted by her swift retort, her tone laced with an icy edge. She was right, you both knew it and she’s been patient with you for the past few months, she had given you the grace of time, patiently awaiting the words you never uttered. 

She untangled herself from you, standing up and picking up her clothes from the floor and starting to dress up. “Els please, give me time-”

“I’ve given you 9 goddamn months Y/N. If you were staying with him because you were pregnant you would’ve given birth by now. Why don’t you just leave him?”

She asked coldly, tying her shoes as she finished dressing up. You stayed quiet, hugging your knees tightly as you stared at the messy sheets. Words lingered on the tip of your tongue, desperate to reveal the way he wields his words like weapons, threatening your very existence. You stayed quiet because, your mind, painting vivid images of the horrors he would inflict on you if you even told him you wanted to leave.

She groaned frustratedly at your silence, walking out of your house and slamming the door shut. You sobbed softly as you started dressing up. She always came back to you after arguments, so you weren’t worried about that. You were just sad because you were hurting her.

When Dan came home, he immediately noticed a flannel on the floor, it wasn’t yours and it sure as hell wasn’t his. There’s no way you got it recently, you had been home for weeks, waiting for the bruises he gave you during your last fight to fade. It’s the reason Ellie even came over, she missed you, and now you missed her.

His fists struck with a brutal force, knocking you to the floor. Frozen in fear, you lay there, limp and defenseless—your body's automatic response. He unbuckled his belt then used it as a whip, the deafening sound the leather made against your skin filled your ears. Shades of crimson danced upon your flesh, an artist's palette of pain. And still, he persisted. When the belt had worn out its cruel dance, he returned to using his bare fists. Amidst the assault, thoughts slithered, attempting to justify his actions, to find reason in this madness. ’Maybe I’m disappointing him? Sometimes men get carried away when they feel like they should be having fun’ Such thoughts whispered in the recesses of your mind, clinging desperately to a semblance of understanding.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as you lay on the floor, broken and bruised. Tentatively, you rose, your trembling form cleaning the bloodstains from the floor, your body seeking refuge beneath the cascading water of the shower. This had become your grim reality—a cycle where beatings transformed from rare occurrences to nightly rituals upon Dan's return. He drained you of strength, providing the bare minimum sustenance required for survival, keeping you physically weak, your spirit tethered.

Days melted into one another, your existence confined to a bedridden state, waiting for Dan's return, awaiting his whims and desires. Initially, your thoughts lingered upon the pain you caused Ellie, but as your senses dulled over the weeks, those thoughts waned. They were replaced by an ache, a longing to see her face, to feel her presence. Dan's venomous threats reverberated in your ears, yet whenever you closed your eyes, all you could see was Ellie, her face shining like a beacon in the darkness.

She’ll come back, she always comes back.

Exhaustion seeped into your bones, prompting you to seek solace in sleep, still dressed in your sweater and pajamas. You saw her beautiful face, leaning close, whispering words that were muffled by the buzzing in your ears. A tender smile graced your lips as you beheld her beauty, there was no sight more enchanting. Once the grogginess and the buzzing in your ears faded, you realized this wasn’t a dream.

“Baby are you okay? Can you hear me?”

“Els…?”

If you were in the right state, you would have enveloped her in your arms, holding her close. You would have nestled into her chest as she gently lifted you up. You would’ve seen Dan’s unconscious body by the doorframe of your bedroom. You would’ve noticed the relief on her face because she realized just how much worse you would’ve been if she hadn’t mustered up the courage to try talking to you again. You would’ve noticed the tears threatening to fall down her face because she wasn’t too late.

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us 2 #tlou 2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader

[the-froschamethyst4]

Unwanted love

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Some angst, hints of smut, arranged marriage, fingering, p in v, jealousy, fake love, toxicity, arguments, some harassment, fake names

𖤐Summary: Ghost and Y/n are an arranged married couple due to Y/n’s father wanting protection from anyone trying to kill them. Ghost got his payment and requested to marry Y/n

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The L/n family were a rich and successful family. So successful that the head of the L/n family; Matteo L/n needed protection for his family.

He had hired some men to protect him and his family but since he paid them, the guys wanted something else in return.

Marriage with the only daughter of the family, Y/n L/n.

She is selfless, stable, kind and open-minded.

The headed of this organization, Simon Ghost Riley who is Y/n's arranged husband is the opposite of Y/n. He's cold, demanding, jealous and serious.

If you looked at him the wrong way, you were on the floor with blood coming out of you, it didn't matter who you were, what you did, you would be dead to him and everyone else.

Ghost hated people, couldn't stand them and when he 'married' Y/n, he ended up vowing that he would protect her even against people he may trust. He gained a soft spot for Y/n but REFUSES to show it to her or anyone.

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Y/n sat on the couch in the big house on her stomach looking at her phone she was on Facetime with her best friend, Ruth.

Y/n and Ruth have been best friends since they were babies. Ghost knows about Ruth and has expressed how he doesn't like her to Y/n. Y/n doesn't give a fuck though and still talks to her.

Y/n and Ruth were talking about going to a club and doing a girl's night.

"Oh yeah, I haven't seen you since the wedding," Y/n said.

The wedding was around 3 years ago. Y/n sometimes feel like a prisoner in her own home, she shares with Ghost.

"Yes, I know. We should go tonight."

"Tonight, okay-"

"Or do you need to talk to your husband about going out?"

Anytime Ruth and Y/n make a plan to do anything, and Y/n goes and tells Ghost. Ghost gets all mad and Y/n has to tend to Ghost making her plan go to waste.

"No, I won't tell him, he doesn't get to know this plan," as she said that she got up and headed to her bedroom to go get ready.

She hung up and started to get ready.

She started up a shower and shampoos her hair and started to get out. She put a towel around her waist and a towel up in her hair, she sat on the sink and started to do makeup.

Ghost had come home all pissed off. He plopped on the couch rubbing his forehead from stress and he heard Y/n upstairs with music playing.

Ghost sat up and went upstairs to see what she was doing, he saw her in the towel around her waist, the one on her head fell off on the ground. He saw her doing her makeup and was confused.

"The hell you are getting all dolled up for?" He asked, leaning on the doorframe.

"No one," she bluntly said.

"Someone," he said.

She put her makeup brush down and looked at him.

"Seriously, Simon?" She said.

"Well, I don't know what you're doing. For all I know, you could be getting ready for a date."

"That's some fucking bullshit, Simon and you know it. Do say that bullshit," she said, getting off the sink counter and pushing her finger into his chest.

"Get out of my face, Y/n," he threatened.

"Or what? What will you do, Simon? I'm already in hell, being stuck here with you, someone who claims to be my husband, but you treat me like I'm one of your men, throwing me around and 'putting' me in my place."

Ghost's eyes had darkened with her attitude. She's given it to him since they first got married. They've had sex but it was so rough and meaningless that it felt like nothing, it felt terrible, and they both knew it too.

Ghost slammed his hands on the counter behind Y/n trapping her between the counter and his toned body. She wasn't scared of him, not one bit and that's what made Ghost fall in love with her, because she wasn't afraid of him.

"I may be your husband, and I may treat you a certain way, but I have my priorities and one is you, believe it or not."

"The hell does that have to do with anything, Simon?" She asked.

She turned around to finish up her makeup, she tried to ignore his gaze on her. She could tell his eyes were dark and meaningless behind them, Ghost rolled his eyes and left the bathroom, he changed out of his clothes and grabbed some comfortable clothes.

Y/n stepped out of her towel and grabbed a tight club dress, it was black short with a slit on both side that go so far up that if she sat down, she could very expose something and she knew she wasn't going to wear underwear underneath it either.

She came out and Ghost immediately looked at her and saw the dress she was in.

"Change it," she ignored his comment. "Hey, did you hear me?"

"I did, but why would I listen to you?" She grabbed some heels with red bottoms.

Ghost grabbed her wrist, making her turn and look at him. "Because I am your husband, I know what's good for you and I don't want to watch the News and I see your face on the TV as a murder victim or something worse, do you understand?"

"Get...the fuck...off of me," she yanks her wrist from his grasp. "I am allowed to dress and wear whatever I want," she said, putting her heels on and walking to the back of the door and grabbing a small purse to put her wallet and phone inside.

"Fine...but don't say I didn't fucking warn you and let me guess...you're going out with Ruth?"

"And what if I am?"

"That's fine but-"

"But nothing, YOU HAVE TOLD ME TOO MANY FUCKING TIMES HOW YOU DON'T LIKE HER!? AND DO I FUCKING LISTEN? HELL NO! Because I don't care what you say, Simon. I'm going..." she said as she walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs where Ruth waited for her.

Ruth jokingly honked the horn at her, when she came running out of the house and getting into the passenger side and started to sing whatever was playing in Ruth's car.

Ghost watched from the front door as Ruth left the driveway and Y/n didn't even look back when they drove off.

Ghost shut the door and headed to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.

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9:00PM

Y/n and Ruth were at the bar on their 6th drink of the night. Both of them are obviously so drunk. Ruth was pulled away from one of the many guys there. Y/n cheered for her best friend as she danced with the guy.

Y/n leaned on the bar as some guy came up to her. He leaned next to her kind of close. Y/n moved away just a bit and looked at her.

"Hey, I'm Max," he put his hand out and to be polite, she took his hand and shook it.

"I'm, Lynn," she gave him a fake name to protect her actual ID.

"Cool, wanna dance?"

"No, I'm not good at dancing," she lied, she also wondered if he doesn't see her wedding ring.

Sure, she may get into fights with Ghost all the time, but she never did take her ring off because for some reason the saying 'I'm married' scares off so many men, even if she doesn't say it, and they see her ring and will leave her alone.

"Oh, come on, come dance with me and my friends and maybe afterwards...we can do a little something?" He got close to Y/n's ear, but she just shook her head 'no'.

"No, no thank you, I'm not here for that kind of fun, I'm here just to drink, really."

"Come on...let's just have one dance and I'll leave you alone."

"No, no, I'm fine," she said, trying to leave around the bar, but 'Max' kept following her.

"Hey, come on, please, have one dance with me or at least let me buy you one drink."

"No, I need to go."

"What about your friend, did she drive you? Let me drive you home then if you're going to leave."

"No, I'm fine," he then grabbed her wrist and before anything could happen, Max's hand immediately let go of her wrist, and she saw Max being pushed against the brick wall of the club from some guy who was a lot more taller and buffer than him.

"Simon," Y/n said, grabbing Ghost's wrist trying to pull him away from Max.

"The lady said 'no' probably more times you can count, don't fucking touch her again, do you understand?" Ghost growled before letting Max go.

Ghost looked down at Y/n and grabbed her forearm, dragging her to his car.

"Ow, Simon, y-you're hurting m-me," she said as he opened the passenger side door.

"Get the fuck in," he growled at her. He slammed the door clipping her foot when he shut it.

"Simon?"

"Shut the fuck up," he said as he drove home.

The drive was so quiet, the silence wanted to make Y/n say something, she couldn't, she didn't know what to say or what to do. She played with her fingers and looked down the whole time. Ghost's eyes were ahead, one hand on the stirring wheel the other between his teeth trying to control his anger.

"I'm sorry-"

"You're not," he said, not even looking at her. Y/n's mouth was open, and she looked like she could cry at any moment, she thought that if she apologized everything would be fine, but she was wrong.

"Simon-"

"Don't...don't FUCKING APOLOGIZE I know what you are trying to do, and it pisses me off when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Apologize and think everything will be normal again, you do it every time we get into an argument, you apologize, I forgive you and everything is apparently supposed to go back to normal. Not this time," he said as he pulled into the driveway. "Get out," he said as she did.

He opened the door going inside first and she follows. Ghost grabbed a vase and threw it across the room shattering it. Y/n squealed and covered her mouth.

Ghost knows he scare anyone, but when he scares Y/n...his heart shatters hearing her squeak.

"I'm trying to calm down...I'm trying..." he said.

"Is it me or the guy?"

"I don't know," his fist were clenched together, and his knuckles were white. She walked to him, cupping the nape of his neck making him look down, her other hand touched his right knuckle trying to calm him down.

"Y/n..."

"I am sorry...what can I do to make it up to you?"

"I don't know...I rather you did nothing...you don't like me and it's obvious that you don't, so...nothing right, now," he said.

"I never said that."

"But you show it," he said.

Y/n thought of something, her mind was in control now, her hand grabbed a hole of his hand and brough his fingers under her dress. His fingers graze her soft clit. His fingers glide through her soft, wet folds.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I want to make it up to you, this was the only way how," she said, standing on her tippy toes and kissing his lips.

His one free hand went behind her head deepening the kiss as his fingers played with her wet clit. Y/n moaned and moved her hand from his hand that was under her dress.

She felt weak when his fingers started to move inside of her. He moved his fingers in and out her quickly. His tongue pushed its way inside of her mouth.

He pulled away from the kiss and started watch her face as he moved his fingers quickly inside of her.

He watched her as she could barely stand and removed his fingers from inside of her and picked her up and took her to their bedroom, he dropped her on their bed, he removed his hoodie, and she kicked off her heels. He started to unbuckle his jeans till he was only in his boxers.

He pulled Y/n to the edge of the bed and kissed her lips; his hands found the zipper of her dress and unzipped it. He pulled his boxers down and his hard dick sprung out.

"O-Oh," she said as she held the top of her dress so it wouldn't fall down.

"What?" He asked, with a smirk on his face and he cupped her face.

"It's...a little bigger than I remember..."

"Well...we just wanted that sex before done and over with...but tonight...I'm gonna take my time with you," he smirks and kissed her lips again.

This time she let the dress straps fall and her chest be expose. He started to pull the dress off. Ghost smirked and started to kiss her chest and suck just above her nipple leaving a dark hickey on her chest.

"Ahh~ S-Simon," she moans when he started to push himself inside of her. "O-Oh fuck," she moans, she looks down and she saw her stomach start bulging up and down with his dick inside of her.

She dropped her head back on the covers. Ghost lifted her back up, his hand on her lower back and his other hand touching her stomach where he could feel his bulge in her stomach.

He moans when he could feel himself inside of her.

He watched Y/n eyes roll in the back of her head and loved hearing her soft moans. He loved this feeling.

The first time they did it, Y/n never moaned, she wasn't enjoying it, their first time together...it was so silent and awkward that the only noise in the room was skin slapping. The only agreed to it to show that they 'loved' each other but they know damn well, they hated each other.

Y/n was a moaning wreck with Ghost's dick inside of her. She gripped the bed sheets as her knuckles went white. Ghost slid his hand up her stomach and gripped her hand just above her head.

"S-Si-ahhhh~ fuck," she moans before she felt a knot in her stomach, she ended up coming on his dick, he kept going till it was his turn to cum inside of her.

Simon loved feeling his dick just hit the right spot. He ended up coming inside of her and pulled out, he watched their cum mix together, he smirked and pulled her up and took her to the bathroom to help her get cleaned up.

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Y/n's back was against his hard chest as they both sat in the hot bath water. He cleaned her up the best he could and watched her look satisfied when he was cleaning her.

"Ummmm~ that feels good," she moans.

"Does it?"

"Mhm~" she moans as she leaned back into his touch. "Fuck," she groans.

"My turn," he said as he stood up in the bath and let her move back into his spot and she did what he did to her, rubbing the soap into his back and she got a soft groan from his lips.

"You wanna know something?"

"What?"

"I...I actually have a soft spot for you, I just don't show it and when I followed you to the club and saw that guy grab you, I just...I just went fucking insane, like my blood turned into fire because he touched something that was mine," he said, he looked over his shoulder and looked at Y/n who just stared at him.

"I understand...Ghost," that was the first time Y/n has called him 'Ghost' and not Simon. He hated being called Simon but never corrected her.

He smirked and leaned back on her shoulder and kissed her soft lips.

"...I love you..." he said.

"I love you too," she said, wrapping her legs around him and kissed the top of his head.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x you

[houseoftulips]

A Kiss of Forgiveness | K. Takemi/Hawks ~ the one where you seal your forgiveness with a kiss

─➭ pairing: hawks/takemi keigo x fem reader

─➭ mentions of: normal relationship arguments, angst but nothing heavy, fluffy ending, reader is implied to be shorter than him, not proofread because i did this in one sitting

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Some would think it’s childish or others would think it’s adorable and romantic to seal your forgiveness with a kiss. It’s something that just happened to be a thing you and your husband, Keigo.

It first happened in the beginning of your relationship with the young hero way before you guys got married. A villain attack had happened in the city and the news had been given false information about keigo’s whereabouts during the fight. This, sparking rumors of him being dead under all the aftermath of the fight.

So you called him, over and over and over again. There’s no answer from him. It only went straight to voicemail.

After five long hours of being in the dark, he came back with bumps and bruises, thankfully. But what started the argument was how nonchalant he was coming back to his apartment where you were frantically waiting for him. He nearly had a deadpanned expression on his face as he stood in front of you with a distressed look on your face.

The asshole had the audacity to ask, “What’s wrong?” like the ass he’s acting like in the moment. (in your eyes)

Since you were so frustrated with his obliviousness, you started yelling at him and asking him what happened or why wasn’t he answering his phone? And being caught off guard by your sudden yelling, he went off too. Saying how it was unfair to him that you cornered him like that out of nowhere. So both of you were having near yelling match with each other for 20 minutes when you finally broke down.

Keigo’s scowl softened quickly seeing you look away from him to swiftly wipe your growing tears away. In the beginning of your relationship, he silently struggled with emotions. Often laughing everything off with a wave of his hand but shoved them away as fast as he could. Then obviously he met you who helped change and grow from that and he didn’t even know it yet.

So seeing you wipe away those tears that he did (in a way) caused, he practically flew across the living to wrap you in his arms and wings. You squealed a bit feeling the sudden movement from him and feeling your feet slightly lift off the floor.

“Don’t…,” you heard him whisper as he nuzzled his face into your neck as he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, “Don’t cry, please…”

But nonetheless you still cry but just to let the pent up frustrations and fear you were carrying out. “Asshole…,” he heard you sniffle as he felt you wrap your arms around his neck. He felt your warm tears touch his cheeks and it only made him hug you tighter.

He sighs softly as he lifts his head away from yours to rest his forehead against yours. He takes his gloves off his hands and places his warm palms on your cheeks. His thumbs softly wipe away the falling tears as he nudges his nose against yours.

“I’m sorry…,” he whispers, “I got trapped under a building that collapsed with civilians… My phone broke in the process and I had no communication with anyone. And I went straight to the Hero Commission without thinking because that’s what I had always done before.”

You let out a small sob out of guilt because you felt bad for assuming the worst when he was perfectly fine. But you cared about him so you were scared. Scared you lost him so early in a blooming relationship that you saw a future with.

You sniffle and took a deep breath. “I was so worried, Kei… I’m sorry too. I was just so mad at you because you came back like nothing happened. So many people were saying things about you being gone…”

You let out another sob again as Keigo moved his arms around your neck to pull you as close as he can. “I know, I know. I just…,” he sighs in frustration because he thinks it’s silly to feel the way he does, “I’m not used to having somebody waiting for me to come back. I’m used to an empty apartment or the Hero Commission office. This is new to me…”

You sniffle and bury your face into his work shirt. “I’m here for you, Kei,” you say softly as you wrap your arms around his waist, “I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon and I want to experience more with you.”

You lift your head and rest your chin on his chest. Keigo takes you in with his golden eyes, seeing the tears stuck to your lashes and tear stains on your cheeks. You’re beautiful, he thinks but he knows you hate it when he says stuff like that when you think the complete opposite.

“If you want that too…you need to work with me,” you say to him with a sad look on your face.

“Of course I want that too,” he says without hesitation, “I wanna grow with you, baby. I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.” He kisses your forehead then your temples, then your cheeks before blowing raspberries into them.

You giggle instantly as you both begin to sway in each others arms. “Keigo!” you laugh, “Hey! I’m still mad at you!” you joke.

Keigo stops and pulls away with a pout on his face. You can even see his wings begin to fall behind him. You smile softly which only grows the pout on his face.

“Why ya’ laughing?” he asks with the hint of begging reassurance, “Are you still mad?”

“Next time, call me as soon as you can. You’re working, I know but I want some reassurance too. Okay?” you whispers as he rest his forehead against yours once again.

“Okay,” he says back, “Can you say it?”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Say what, love?”

He looks away from your soft gaze with furrowed eyebrows. You give him time before wanting to ask again but you see him muster up the courage before you could ask. He looks at your lips then your eyes with a soft pleading look.

“Say you forgive me, please…”

You smile as you go on your tippy toes to reach his height. “I forgive you, Kei,” you whisper against his lips before he wraps a hand around the nape of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.

It wasn’t a heated kiss like how most of yours end up like but this was reassuring and comforting. Something that you both needed in this situation. His hands slowly meet together on the sides of your jaw as you both pull away slowly while adding an extra kiss or two.

“You forgive me, baby?” he smiles.

“I forgive you, Kei…”

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#anime characters #anime fanfic #hawks x reader #hawks mha #wing hero hawks #hawks x you #y/n x hawks #mha takami keigo #keigo takami #keigo imagine #bnha hawks #bnha keigo #hawks fluff #hawks angst #my hero acedamia #mha hawks #mha x you #hawks comfort #hurt/comfort #hawks x y/n

[lovingperfectionsblog]

Ashamed

Max Verstappen x Reader

Request: If your requests are open could you write one with any driver where the reader is a MotoGp rider and they reveal their relationship at a race and everyone in the fandoms love them ❤️

Summary: You cannot stay with a man that is ashamed to be with you.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, arguments, drinking, angry Daniel, Jos(?)

Word Count: 2731

Authors note: I know nothing about MotoGP or if there is even a Redbull team or driver but we are going to pretend for the sake of the story :D Hope you all enjoy 

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“If you could have any driver in a team with you, who would you pick? You cannot pick your dad or mom or me though” Daniel asked Max, trying to get through media duties as quickly as possible.

“Y/n L/n” Max hadn’t even given himself a moment to contemplate anyone else driving alongside him.

“You can’t pick your-“Max was suddenly shushing Daniel before he could let slip the actual nature of your relationship, although, truth be told, Max really wouldn’t mind if it all came out, both boys laughing at the near slip of it.

“You can’t pick a MotorGP racer” Daniel quickly corrected himself, despite throwing a look towards the camera, a clear indication that there was more to this than either of them were letting on.

Daniel had known about the relationship since the beginning, both you and Max agreeing to telling a few friends, the people you saw the most so you wouldn’t have to hide constantly.

Neither of you wanted to keep the relationship a secret and although you understood why, you hated it. Truthfully, if Max had let slip the real reason, you would have hated it even more.

Max’s father had been less than approving when Max had momentarily mentioned you to him over dinner, a slight indication that there may be feelings for you, and he had been thoroughly put in his place about it. Jos refusing to have him dating someone in Motor GP, saying he deserved a woman at home, a woman who would travel to races with him and support him, someone who wouldn’t distract him from his career, and someone who Max’s fans would love and not leave Max in F1 to support Motor GP instead, and everyone knew there was no fighting Jos.

So again, Max had kept you secret from his father and fans and everyone else, and he had kept the reason secret from you, making up some excuse that it was going to be better for you if you just kept it private, secret, no one knowing.

When he had confided in Daniel, he tried his best to explain his reasoning to the Australian, fully expecting him to support him in his endeavour to have it all, but he was met with a level of disapproval from him. Daniel felt it was cruel to keep you in the shadows, expecting you to pander after him all while trying to thrive in your own career and championship, but said he’d support you both anyway, but not without warning Max of all the dangers of it, mainly warning him that it could leave you broken, insecure, telling Max to stand up to his father and fight for the woman he loves. And he hadn’t been wrong.  

And so the interview continued and so Daniel has nearly let slip the nature of Max’s relationship with the Motor GP driver a few times and Max caught him every single time and Daniel knew the second this interview was done, he was going to get an ear full.

“I should have let you say it” this Daniel was not expecting though.

“Then why didn’t you just let me?” Daniel hated how terrified Max was of his father, despite him always arguing it was respect, Daniel knew the truth. There was a deep-seated fear of Jos and his disapproval of his son.  

“Because you know why mate” Max threw Daniel a warning look that he knew he couldn’t fight against, because despite how much Daniel knew he was right, he couldn’t fight the great Jos Verstappen and his ever-ruling law over Max’s life.

“And she’s still okay with all of it?” he knew the toll it was taking on you and he knew the doubts that Max loved you and insecurities were creeping in more and more. He also knew that you were starting to doubt the entire relationship, one evening catching you alone in his kitchen as the rest of the group were outside having a good time. You had looked lost and distant and Daniel remembered trying desperately to convince you not to break up with Max, promising you it would get better, that Max would eventually let the world know about you two and so you promised, but Daniel knew that even as much as he had tried, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Max was ashamed of you and the ever looming idea of leaving him was sitting there.

“Yeah, of course she is, honestly we are doing so well at the moment” Max might have thought that’s what was going on, but in reality he had no idea what was actually going on. Daniel felt awful for never telling him about that evening, but he knew he had managed it as best he could and it at least gave him enough time to talk to Max, to at least try and convince him to be honest about what you two were.

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“And what’s got you sitting all alone here in the corner?” Daniel slid into the booth next to you as you nursed your drink. Usually, you were the life and sole of the Redbull parties, max having to ply babysitter most times, not this one though.

What you’d wanted to say to Daniel that this was the worst night of your life because you’d had to sit and watch your boyfriend with some other woman his father had introduced him to and said woman had not stopped hanging on him the entire evening and Max hadn’t exactly tried to stop it either.

What you’d wanted to say was that you’d made up your mind. That you were leaving him. That you couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t feel like a dirty secret, like an afterthought, like your own boyfriend was ashamed to be associated with you.

What you’d wanted to say was that while sitting here, drink in hand, Max and another woman in your eyeline, meant to be celebrating your win in your race, your chest ached, and you wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and succumb to the sadness.

But you couldn’t do that to Daniel.

You convinced yourself that it was because it would be unfair to him to put him in between a rock and a hard place but in reality it was much more selfish than that. You didn’t want Daniel to stop you.

So you’d settled with “Not my night I guess” and hoped he’d leave it at that.

“You just won your race, this entire party is technically for you, and it’s not your night?” Daniel cocked an eyebrow at you, hoping to receive more of an explanation, but as you sat there, silently staring at your drink, eyes refusing to look up for even half a second, Daniel got more and more nervous.

“Not my night Daniel” you looked him in the eye, and he felt a pit in the bottom of his stomach. He knew that look, it was the same look from the night of the party, except this time, he doesn’t know, it looks a little more determined that it did that night.

“I’m gonna head out, get to bed, tough night” and before he could even begin to convince you otherwise you’d climbed out the booth, him scrambling up to stop you before you walked out the door.

“Oh, I’ll grab Max then” Daniel began frantically looking around for Max before you stopped him.

“No, I’m not staying by him tonight, I’m staying by mine, He looks a little busy anyway, so just, let him know I probably won’t make his race tomorrow” you gestured towards the direction of Max, knowing all too well he was still entertaining the woman who had yet to leave his side.

As Daniel glanced over to where Max stood, you’d taken the opportunity to swiftly leave, forcing Daniel to choose, go deal with Max or to stop you. You were thankful for his choice, because you knew that it didn’t matter what Daniel said to Max, your boyfriend wouldn’t come after you and you really weren’t in the mood to hear Daniel try and convince you to come to another Grand Prix for Max when he couldn’t bother taking the time to come to yours, “or else the fans would know” his standard response.

And so you left, knowingly leaving Daniel in a compromising situation, but you left anyway, because truly, you were tired and you were done and you just wanted to cry and mourn and grieve and

And you’d have to message Max you weren’t coming to the race.

He wouldn’t care.

Hopefully Daniel will remember to tell him.

He won’t ask me about it.

He’s clearly busy.

He wouldn’t care.

And so you left.

You’d have to message Max.

About the race.

That you weren’t coming to the race.

Good luck for the race.

That you were tired so you left.

And you weren’t coming to the race.

That you were leaving him.

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“Have you seen Y/n mate?” Max had been doing the rounds at the party, desperately looking for you, finally having escaped his father and the woman he insisted he meet.

“She left” Daniel was blunt, cold, irritated with his friend for treating you this way and honestly, maybe this was right, maybe this is the way it was meant to be, because Max was not acting like someone who deserved to be with a woman like you.

“What do you mean she left?” Max’s now frantically looking around the room for you, searching for your dress, the one he begged you to wear, the one he loved against your skin, the one he’d hope he would be ripping off of you later this evening, if he couldn’t celebrate you publicly, he was definitely going to do so in private.

“Max, she left because you had another woman hanging on you all evening” Daniel was ready for this fight, be dammed Max’s need to be coddled constantly, it was time for some harsh truths about his relationship.

“She knows I have to keep it a secret” Max began to defend himself, still fully believing what he was doing is right.

“No Max, Jesus, when are you going to admit it’s because you’re a fucking pussy and you’d never disobey daddy, despite being an actual grown adult? This is the woman you claim you love, but you won’t even go and see her races? You keep her a fucking secret from absolutely everyone and still expect her to wait around for you while you play games? She had to watch you hang on another woman the entire fucking night at her own party to celebrate her and not once did you even glance her way? You won’t even be brave enough to publicly admit you love her? Why? Because daddy Jos might catch you and disapprove? Its fucking pathetic mate.” Max was shocked at this outburst from Daniel, and he hated how right he was, “I never should have convinced her not to leave you.”

“She wanted to leave me?” Fear? This was fear. You’d thought about leaving him and for the first time in a very very long time Max was feeling genuine fear.

“Not wanted to, mate, she’s not coming to tomorrow’s race, consider your relationship good and done dude” Daniel had barely finished before max was running out the doors, frantically grabbing his keys and racing off to find you.

He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t scared of his dad or the fans or anything.

He was scared of losing you.

And he was going to make sure he never would.

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You’d hauled yourself out of bed at the wild knocking on your door, you’d barely been home, and you hadn’t prepared yourself for this fight, you weren’t emotionally ready to face Max and break it off, but if now was the time the so be it, now would have to be the time.

“It was my dad” you’d barely gotten the door open before Max was pushing his way inside, rushing through the explanation.

“Max-“all he did was hold up a hand as he stayed bent over in the middle of your lounge, clearly trying to catch his breath.

“It wasn’t the fans, I didn’t want to keep you a secret, it was my dad. My dad didn’t want us to date and so I thought the best thing to do was keep us a secret, because you know how he is, but I don’t care anymore, I love you, please, I love you, and Daniel told me you thought about leaving me and please, no, I will do anything, I’m telling everyone tomorrow, I promise, I can’t lose you, not you, I’ll lose everything, please, I’m sorry, I love you, Pleas-“  You’d barely even heard half of what Max had said, his rambling too quick and disjointed.

“What does your dad have to do with this?” Jos had always terrified you and if he had terrified you, you knew it was worse for Max, and so it was all beginning to make sense.

“He said he didn’t think it was good for us to date because you’d distract me, and I’d need a woman who can support me and not have her own Motor racing career and it was all bullshit and I didn’t agree with it” he knew he wasn’t exactly making the most sense, but he was trying to explain it all in the shortest amount of time in the hopes you’d understand and quickly.

He just needed to hear you say you’d stay.

It almost felt as if he was pleading with a god for a second chance at life.

He needed to hear you say you’d stay.

“You didn’t agree with it, but you did it anyway, you’d made me feel like nothing to you, like you were ashamed of me.” why would you stay with a man who couldn’t even make you feel wanted.

Max knew what he’d done was wrong and he wasn’t even going to try and justify it at this point, this entire evening having been a massive slap in the face, waking him up to reality, to what was actually going on around him.

“I know, I know and if I am ashamed with anyone, it’s myself, I let you, my god, I let literally the most perfect woman believe I could ever not want to be with her. I’d lose everything to be with you and I am so sorry it took me so long to realize” he cautiously moved towards you, hoping to be able to hold you, if he got to hold you he’d know that you’d at least be considering staying with him.

And as he held out his arm to you, you moved on your own accord, nestling into his neck, his hold gripping around you, thanking the gods that he had you. That you’d stay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

“Tomorrow, I promise, I’ll be honest tomorrow”.

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“So, we saw you walking hand in hand with MotorGp’s own Y/n L/n today, if you don’t mind us asking, is there a little Redbull romance brewing here?” Max thought he’d be nervous for these questions but answering these questions in front of his home crowd, he was weirdly excited. He was finally showing you off and now that he’d started, he never wanted to stop.

“Oh yeah, no, I fully intend on her being around for a really long time” Max was beaming, smile growing as he addressed both his home crowd and secretly all those in his life.

“Oh, should we be exacting some ring shopping soon then for our own Redbull power couple?” the interviewer laughed as the crowd went up in a roar of cheers, seemingly excited at the Redbull love affair, two favourites having found love for one another.

Max caught your eye, you sent a small smile his way, seemingly laughing along at the joke, heart bubbling with joy at how perfectly this had all played out despite the rocky start and arguments along the way.

And in that moment, as Max watched you, he thought that if he was going to be honest, he was going to be completely honest, with everyone.

With you.

“No need, I brought a ring after our second date”

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[dreamwritersworld]

The perfect child. Finale. (Sully family x reader)

All jake could do was think and think and think about all he’s done to his eldest…his little girl.

*flashback*

Y/n did better at practicing her skill than Lo’ak but she didn’t do as good as aiming to her target compared to Neteyam and as soon as they’re father couldn’t hear them Lo’ak got upset at her

“You try too hard! I guess it paid off just to make dad a little happy huh?! You look so upset that you didn’t do better than Netey-“

“I’m not upset.”

“You look so upset! Why are you so mad when I’m just telling the truth?!”

“Because you do it all the time! You talk about me all the time! Everytime Neteyam beats me you say that I’m upset!”

Lo’ak scuffed at Y/n while she held in frustrated tears trying to keep them from falling because she saw her dad coming towards them

“whats going on?!”

“Y/n is fine!” Lo’ak was so panicked at Jake seeing Y/n’s watery red eyes, he felt she was his precious golden child he couldn’t even breathe wrongly against her.

Lo’ak was given a stern look and he broke

“Y/n is upset because she didn’t beat Neteyam!”

That wasn’t the full truth either. Y/n was more upset that Lo’ak was making fun of her so she yanked her bow from the floor picking up arrows and started aiming on the targets more precisely than both Neteyam and Lo’ak’s.

Once she was done shooting three times she turns to her younger brother stating

“How’s that for not winning?”

She was never one to bite back at her younger brother who constantly teased her when she was ‘upset’ but in that moment her brother pushed her buttons and she walked away infuriated mad at herself, her brother, and felt she disappointed her father once again.

What she didn’t know was how Jake held his smile and laugh until she walked away and told Lo’ak to stop messing with her while he stood stunned.

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She was always a force to be reckoned with but he could see why she got upset easily now..

*flashback*

Jake was critiquing Y/n and her brothers while they were training but he specifically called out Y/n.

“Y/n…that’s going to be a far shot right there so you have to have better posture.”

The child had nodded while she anxiously bit onto her thumb before she turned away from hearing her father whisper

“You have to be perfect.”

Later during dinner Y/n was in her own head about being better and having to beat other kids who she felt were catching up to her in her division. Lo’ak thought it was because she kept on aiming wrong during practice

“Y/n don’t be sad-“

The older sister rolled her eyes patting down her braids anxiously already knowing her brother was going to start with her

“No I’m not, I’m not…can you just not talk to me?” She obviously mumbled the last part because Lo’ak didn’t hear her.

“No need to be sad”

It wasn’t in a comforting way, both of them knew Lo’ak was saying it sarcastically and that he didn’t actually care he was just trying to pick at her

“I’m fine!”

Jake interrupted the argument soon after Y/n’s frustrated reassurance.

“Y/n stop it and Lo’ak stop talking. Y/n is going to remain at the top of her division.”

Hearing the words Jake had just said when she was stressing about certain kids catching up to her skill did not help and Neytiri can tell that Y/n was about to break-

Y/n got up immediately and walked to her hammock before saying

“Excuse me, I’m not hungry anymore thank you.”

Neytiri just turned to the rest of the family who seemed slightly confused

“She hasn’t been feeling well so she’s upset. Continue eating.”

Her siblings were furious that Y/n was always frustrated, they believed that what Jake told them was true…that she was jealous of them in some moments…how can a child be jealous?..

The siblings didn’t understand that just because they believe she was Jake’s favorite doesn't mean that she never had any pressure on her back, or that Jake treated her better, if anything it was more pressure but presented in a different way.

Neteyam was the most mature after Y/n and he was very close to her hints why he never agreed with his younger brother.

-*

The perfection effect got to Y/n though…Jake failed to realize how these past couple of months have been the toughest one of all. She was scolded more than ever with her siblings now becoming rebellious it was either for Lo’ak decision’s or Neteyam following Lo’ak to stop him. She also dealt with being compared to kiri’s gentleness and ability to connect to the world…Y/n couldn’t do that, she had no time and quite frankly she had seen too much to be loose and in control. Y/n took care of Tuk when no one could.

When Y/n was a child she loved training, she wanted so badly to be a warrior..he took that from her. Jake was the one who took that passion and love for training. She became so anxious during practices or just the simple thought of it scared her.

Hints why Y/n was now falling behind, there might have been times when she was younger and she failed at a task…but when she got older she became untouchable. How was it that now her younger siblings beat her at some times when they hadn’t ever been able to beat her since they were children?

The young girl was practically forced to watch her youth slip away. She burnt out.

Jake began crying harder thinking about the times Neytiri told him to relax and he still didn’t get it

*flashback*

There was a very rare moment when Y/n became so overwhelmed that she forgot her bow and arrows.

Even though she knew she forgot she walked to her mother hoping she’d have it.

“Mother I may have left my bow and arrow did you happen to take it?”

Jake’s ear went up to this and all the siblings jaws dropped to Y/n forgetting her training equipment.

“Boys Y/n cmon let’s begin drills!”

Y/n had once again got disappointed at herself forgetting her equipment..her mom snapped on her because it was so easy for Y/n to be hard on herself

“Every child makes a mistake Y/n ok? You’re not perfect. It’s fine”

Y/n and her siblings were looking back and forth between their parents. She had her stressed emotion written all over her at that time she couldn’t hide it she was just 9…she could hear her father and mothers hushed whispers

“…well I don’t want Y/n to make mistakes…”

“…It’s too much for the children….supposed to be a rest day….”

Some of the words were missing but Y/n knew exactly what it was about and she hated herself for being a reason for their rare arguments.

Now her mothers attitude was set off even more and when she saw Y/n’s face she couldn’t take it

“Y/n! Stop with this face because it’s not ok.”

The child stumbled and swallowed harshly before putting on a visibly worried smile trying to mask her emotions..

Y/n’s face will never fail to give Neytiri a heartache…it showed the amount of pressure that was put on Y/n to be absolute perfection. She deserved the biggest apology from Jake.

*

To Jake he realized It's heartbreaking how afraid Y/n was of him. His little girl had so much anxiety controlling her life because she was always told by everyone around her that she had to win - she had to be the best, or she would disappoint. She took it really hard, you can tell.

Jake even noticed whenever she messed up it was always

"Is father mad?"

"Was father mad?"

"He's gonna hate me."

She was just a child trying to live up to the high standards she set and his children shouldn’t have been against each other they way he pinned them to be.

Believe it or not Y/n was closer to her father than Neytiri. How could she not be? He spent most of his time with her, he mentored her. Weather Y/n saw it as nerve wracking or not she always loved her dad. She always wanted to make him proud. Y/n was fully a daddy’s girl!

*flashback*

“Dad! Daddy! Look!”

Y/n ran back to her father with a beautiful hand made top and bracelet!

“It’s beautiful Y/n who is it for?”

Jake picked up the little girl while she giggled in his arms, her sweet laughter filled his ears

“You daddy!”

“What? I can’t wear a top silly!”

Y/n laughed at her fathers obliviousness and tugged onto his hand grabbing the bracelet she made.

“For you! The bracelet is for you! I matched my top with your bracelet!

Neytiri watched from a far with a bright smile as she wore the same bracelet Y/n had made except she didn’t get it as a surprise Y/n just put it on. Y/n wanted a reaction out of her father, a proud happy expression!

“I love it! It’s beautiful!”

Y/n immediately jumped up in his arms to gain more of his attention while he laughed at his little girls excitement

“Can we train dad?! I want to learn how to do that cool trick you did earlier!”

Jake gladly took the child who was so eager to train and have fun.

Later on the three of them walked home happily as a family…or should I say two of them? Y/n was sleeping peacefully on Jake shoulders while he held her tight. He had taken in every moment of her youth.

-*

Jake had enough of sitting there and thinking back at things so he told everyone to get in and pulled Y/n aside..

“Sir? Where are we going?”

Y/n was so confused and so panicked she didn’t understand what her father wanted.

“Riding. Cmon I’m gonna show you a place.”

So Y/n did as he said and followed him with her ikran and once they reached this beautiful mountain they sat in peace.

The two sat there and enjoyed it but it didn’t stop Y/n from feelings like something was wrong

“Dad?…this is beautiful!..but did I do something?”

Jake turned his head in disbelief feeling his heart crack further at his child who still believed she did something wrong when he had shown her something beautiful to take her mind off of it all..

“no..but why haven’t we been talking?”

Y/n mind felt conflicted…was he messing with her?

“..i don’t know..”

Tears that she felt build up for the longest fell at the thought of her father finding out how stressed and tired she was. She spoke once again scared her father would get upset at her short responses

“…your angry at me.”

He reached out for the hand that was on the ledge as an attempt to provide comfort to the mountain of anxiety Y/n was building all those years.

“I’m definitely not.”

“You should be…i failed.”

“N-no Y/n. You’re more than I could ever ask for in a child. You’re all anybody ever wants. You have never failed me.”

Y/n refused to look in her fathers eyes instead looked down at her hands…they were torn from hours of training…

“I disgust myself. I close my eyes and hold my breath for as long as possible. I cry. Constantly and pathetically.”

“…Y/n, a sign of growth is being okay with not being okay…you will learn that soon. And I am so sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t be anything but perfect.”

There it was…an apology and suddenly Y/n weight felt lifted and she let out the sigh she didn’t know she was holding.

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry I- I didn’t mean to hurt you Y/n. I taught you the wrong ways. I-I scared you. You did not deserve any of it. You were just a child. My baby.”

Y/n cried in her fathers arms holding onto him tight…

“I forgive you! I-I’m going to be ok! We will be ok father…”

For the rest of the night Y/n shed silent tears and fell asleep in her fathers arms when it was time to go, Jake woke her up and they made a very fun trip back home..they did tricks and flips with their Ikrans. Y/n was laughing the most she ever had in years, and she felt so free!

“Father! Tomorrow after you fly with Neteyam we must do this again! One more time!”

“Fine! But do go telling Lo’ak he’ll go crazy!”

Giggles were exchanged and plans were made..they went home and They slept for the leftover hours of the night and when they woke, Neytiri and Jake went back to flying with Neteyam while Y/n said she was going to stay back and search for new gems that Tuk had said she wanted. They were doing fine until they heard a dispatch from Lo’ak telling them they saw Skypeople.

Y/n knew where to go immediately and when she found them she saw a knife being held to Loaks head…she waited until she saw Quaritch distracted called out her siblings with a call they only would know and shot the men one by one quickly. She saw her father and mother join in on the ambush…Y/n watched all the kids run out but she hadn’t seen Quaritch..

She jumped from the highest points of the tree and aimed at the soldiers Quaritch believed was protecting him and when he noticed they died, he ran away and hid again…Y/n lost him.

But Quaritch was already afraid by Neytiri’s arrow that killed him in his last life but now the arrow that had just killed the soldiers near him sent shockwaves right through his veins…he had heard about the child.

He didn’t know about anyone else other than the child who held no mercy for sky people…her arrows were recognized with a red neon color just like the people she’d kill. The reason why Y/n knew exactly where the sky people would find her siblings was because she would see them there a couple of years ago and kill them one by one. She was a legend in the making. Quaritch knew that if he was shot again she’d be the one haunting him if he came back once more.

They warned him about her…told them to stay away from anything that would resemble a sign of her…he didn’t realize her siblings would be one of them.

Y/n jumped from the tree shooting an arrow directly at his neck before falling onto him stabbing Quaritch in the neck repeatedly with a knife…she was covered in blood hissing at the man who was no longer holding onto a gun that was going to be used against her family. She heard a twitch in the trees…smelt the scent knowing it was one of them.

She held her arrow out in front of her meeting the man with a gun…she shot him..adrenaline rushed through her while his body ran cold.

Y/n ran tracking down a familiar scent on the way…spider’s. She jumped down ignoring any pain and shot at the men holding him.

“Spider! You must go now.”

Y/n got up once again quickly now feeling her adrenaline go down and her dizziness comeback to her…she needed to find her family so she pushed through jogging the next couple of turns…she watched them hug as she slowly walked to them, reaching for Jake while he held a shocked look at his child covered in blood…she collapsed.

Y/n’s body was late to react to the shot..but now her body began hyperventilating to prevent her last breath.

Jake picked her up looking for the bullet wound that was on her bleeding stomach…it went straight through. Y/n panicked in her fathers arms when he tried to move her.

“I know baby girl. I know it hurts ok? Don’t look down look up, look up. You’re ok.”

He applied pressure while Y/n held his grip onto her.

Neteyam and Lo’ak stepped down to apply pressure only to discover there was another slash on her thigh that she got on her way from helping spider by the rocks it only was causing her to lose more blood…Lo’ak couldn’t focus..he dissociated. Neteyam’s eye’s were trying to not drown in the puddles of his sisters blood.

Kiri held Tuk crying while they watched their sister close by..

Neytiri was next to Y/n attempting to comfort her, touching her daughter warm skin and cheek just how she did to calm her down

“Cmon baby your ok. I know I know. Listen to me ok We gotta get you up. Alright?”

He repeatedly said “I know” while Y/n was screeching in pain…its all he knew to tell her. He didn’t know what to do. His mind was scrambling to master a plan so his daughter can survive.

They all heard her hushedwhisper..

“O-Oel ngati kam..eie…”

Jake called for his ikran while Neytiri tried matching his stance, tightening the leaf Neteyam cut to tighten more pressure..

Neytiri shook her head at her daughter who she felt was trying to muster up her last words

“Y/n no please. We will take you home I promise..”

She had denied her daughters goodbyes..but in Jake’s arms he could feel Y/n drift away…she got cold and she got quiet…he denied it too.

“C’mon, baby girl. I gotta get you up. C’mon please. Please Y/n.”

He knew it was over and he grabbed Y/n tight holding onto her limp body while Neytiri screamed for Eywa to send her back.

“Not my baby! not my baby! You’re everything. Noooo! Eywa please!”

The family fell to the floor crying at their older sister’s still body…she was no longer warm. They didn’t feel her Presence anymore..

When Y/n passed she was greeted by Eywa, a motherly embrace..and then she saw her younger self.

The 15 year old girl dropped to her knee’s staring at her 9 year old version.

“I’m really sorry Y/n..”

Young Y/n gave a big hug to her older self passing a smile

“…I know..”

It was the closure Y/n needed for herself.

She slowly felt her setting change and she continued on playing in her days.

When you are with Eywa you do not know you have passed…You are given a happier life, a world where you can be fully at peace. So Y/n played with her younger siblings and talked for hours with her parents…it was night once again and Y/n could feel a warm sensation pass over her..she turned around and saw her father and mother..

“Dad! Mother! Look at this trick I landed!”

Y/n flipped while shooting perfectly at the target and when she landed she let her laughter go as she turned to her parents exstatic..

“It’s awesome! I hope to show my siblings later! I can’t believe I beat others in my division again! It’s been getting harder but I love training so it makes it fun!…what’s wrong? Are you ok?”

Y/n laid a hand on her mothers and another on her fathers shoulder and they held it tight before Neytiri let the words she so dearly wished she could tell Y/n one more time.

“We are very proud of you my child…very.”

“And we love you! We see you.”

Y/n’s eyes now watered while she giggled at her parents

“I’m here! Oel ngati kameie! C’mon dad! Let’s train please! One more time for today! Mother watch how I beat dad on targeting! I’m the best!!”

Her two parents laughed eager to join Y/n.

…Y/n protected and defended her family until the end.

!💓!

The sully family got to remain in the forest thanks to Y/n stoping the main person who wanted to endanger her family! Her death was not in vain 💞

When Y/n saw her younger self she later on believed it was a dream but it brought a lot of closure as I said! She doesn’t know she has passed :)

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Best support friend; Rocket raccoon x gn reader

*Author’s note*

A double update? No get out of town! Truthfully I was gonna save posting this fic up once I got a Jack Kline request that has been sitting in my inbox collecting dust for almost a year or however long ago it was but I decided idk when I’ll post it up so I decided to just go ahead and post this fic up and hopefully I’ll do the Jack Kline one in the next week or so (it’s like 75% done).

So @itsscromp​ here is your new Rocket raccoon request.

Warnings: abuse, fluff, panic attacks, angst, protective Rocket, swearing, clueless ravagers. 

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@gay-and-ready-to-cry​

@austynparksandpizza​

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“NONE OF THIS WOULD’VE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD JUST LET ME TAKE THE REINS FOR ONCE!!” exclaimed a voice.

“Well excuse me for not letting the man with the robotic eyes take the wheel.” Another voice snarked sarcastically.  I was passing through Knowhere trying to organize some supplies when I heard the sound of arguing.  I followed the voices and there were Ezekiel and Torath.

“Oh no what now?” I muttered as I walked towards them.  The two of them continued to argue as I spoke up. “Hey guys.”

“You have any idea what that shrimp Quill is gonna do to us the minute we tell you lost the cargo?” Torath said.

“I lost the cargo? Need I remind you that it was because of your glitchy eyes that you hit the ejector button sending the cargo out into the depths of space!” Ezekiel snapped again at Torath.

“And need I remind you that you are literally the worst pilot in the entire galaxy! I’ve seen beasts with half a brain fly advance ships better than you!”

“Okay guys can we please just….” I tried to cease the argument but the two stubborn, pig-headed men got into a squabble.  Fists were flying and swears were spat out.  “hey! Hey! Hey! Hey guys stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” suddenly I caught an elbow to the nose which not only sent me to the ground but also in a flashback.

~Flashback~

I fell to the ground as a punch came across my face and I whimpered as I spat out blood.

“Quit being weak Terran! How will you ever grow a backbone if you keep behaving like a sniveling coward!”

“But sir it—” I was kicked in the stomach this time and I let out a soft but painful grunt.

“You tell me it hurts and I swear I will make your next test more painful than the last!” I whimpered and gave him a nod as he forced me to stand back up and told me to stand my ground as he kept punching and kicking me.

~End of flashback~

My chest tightened and my heart pounded against my ears.  No I-I wasn’t there! I wasn’t there anymore! I-I have to get out of here! I stood up and took off running as fast as I could. Even when I had ran into someone I didn’t stop, all I knew was that I had to get out of there.

*Rocket’s POV*

I felt someone shove pass me but just before I could snap at them telling them to watch where they were going, I saw the familiar shape of (Y/n).  Normally they don’t just run like that unless there’s something wrong or their in a hurry. And they’re usually not in a hurry.

That’s when I heard the sound of Torath and Ezekiel screaming and rolling all over each other in a brawl.  I went over to them and called out to them.

“OI SHITS FOR BRAINS!!” but not even my voice could deter them from arguing.  I nodded nonchalantly as I took out my electro-shocker gun and activated it.  I first aimed it at Ezekiel and fired one shot before firing at Torath.  And just like when Groot, (Y/n) and I first hunted down Quill, they both exclaimed as the electro-shock balls stuck to them and they were given a good shock.  “Have I got your attention now shitbags?”

“What was that for rodent?” snapped Ezekiel.

“First of all don’t call me a rodent, not when I can give you a second dosage of shocks. Maybe this time I’ll crank it up a notch.” That got him to shut up.  “Second of all, why was (Y/n) racing out from your general direction looking upset?”

“(Y/n) was here?” Torath asked as his robotic eyes moved around.

“Yeah she was now answer my question nimrods! What happened?!”

“I didn’t even know that she had even came here.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“How do you not notice them? They’re the only Terran besides Quill!”

“Wait, is that why my elbow hurts so much?” asked Ezekiel. My ears twitched and I slowly turned towards him, my tail twitching in anger.

“What. Was that. You said?!” I sneered lowly.

“In our squabble, I—I felt my elbow hit something but I—” I didn’t even let him finish as I launched at him and proceeded to beat the shit out of him.  Blinded by pure rage.

How dare this son of a bitch hit (Y/n)! She had to live her entire life abused and tortured just to prove that she could enhance her skin into a hard-carbon shield.  Had it not been for Groot and I, she would’ve had to spend the rest of her miserable life with that sick, cowardly bastard.

I was deep in my rage that I hadn’t even felt myself being pulled forced away from Ezekiel and Quill’s voice exclaimed.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa Rocket cool it man! Now I don’t know what the hell brought this on but you need to chill out right now!”

“This spineless rat hurt (Y/n)!” I yelled.

“I didn’t know they were even here! We didn’t know they were there!” Ezekiel tried to reason as Torath helped him up.

“With the way you two were bitching at each other you couldn’t see your own noses at the end of your faces!” I managed to wriggle my way out of Quill’s hold and without another word raced off to find (Y/n).

Being reminded of any form of abuse whether it’s done to themselves or they see if, they get triggered by it and let me tell you it gets bad.  So bad that they sometimes forget where they are or whose friend of foe.  All they see is that damned doctor.

I was asking around hoping that anyone had seen them but they all proved to be a bunch of negligent losers.  That was until Mantis had said that she felt their emotions coming from my ship.  I raced back to the Milano and soon enough in the main cockpit I found them huddled up, their chest rising up and down at an erratic pace.

I could also hear just how bad their heart was racing and could smell the panicked sweat from not only their brow but also their clammy hands. I walked towards them but didn’t speak, at this point they wouldn’t be able to hear me.  But there was one way to pull them out of this…..and Quill or Drax better not be spying on me otherwise I’ll blast them halfway across the quadrant.

I sat as close as I could beside them and first gave their bicep a gentle and affectionate nuzzle.  I then placed my paw onto their forearm and using my claws I very gently stroked down the skin of their forearm.  Then going back up to the same place where I started before going back down again.

“C’mon (N/n). Come back to me. You can do this.” I muttered before their breathing slowed and they seemed to be coming back down to reality.

*My POV*

It had been forever since I had a panic attack.  If I didn’t know what they were, I swear I thought I was dying.  My vision was so blurry, I couldn’t even see my own hand in front of my face.  There was this high-pitch ringing that was constantly piercing my ears and my body felt paralyzed after I had collapsed into god knows where.

That’s when I felt something furry against my arm.  I also felt sharp nails (or claws) gently stroke down my arm.  They didn’t hurt but they did send tingles up from my arm to my spine.  Slowly the claws kept stroking down my forearm until I lifted it up and found my hand being placed on something soft.

I opened my eyes and after blinking away some of the tears as well as the haze that my vision was making, it began to focus and there I saw Rocket sitting right beside me.  His ears slightly bent backward as his eyes were looking at me assuringly and I also saw that my hand was now resting just on top of his head.

He gave me a soft nod and allowed me to stroke through his fur (knowing that it helped calm me down in the past).  After petting his head for a few minutes, I was able to unfold my legs from my chest so that they now were fully extended in front of me and I felt the tingling sensation of them falling asleep.

Rocket then rested his upperbody on top of my right thigh and allowed me to continue stroking his fur until I felt a vibration on my thigh. I looked down and as I stroked down Rocket’s neck, I could feel him purring, like actually purring.  I didn’t even know he could purr (kinda made me think back to the cats back on Earth).

“I….didn’t know you could purr like a cat.”

“This is a once in a lifetime thing. You speak of this to anyone, especially that stupid mutt Cosmo, I’ll rip your head off.”

“Thank you Rocket. This……means a lot.”

“Been a long time since you had one, figured you’d need something to help calm you down.” Rocket can be gruff and hard on the outside but when he wants to, if you look deep, deep, deep, deep down inside, you’ll find that he’s just a sweet, caring, intuitive creature who will do anything to help you out.

Even if it’s purring like a cat and having someone pet you constantly until they feel centered again.  But I wouldn’t have my best friend any other way.

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[avocadorablepirate]

What Do We Call This? - 03

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Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: On a quest to find what you've been looking for, you acquire the help of the Straw Hat pirates, who've agreed to let you temporarily join them. There are however many challenges that come along with your temporary recruitment - an alliance with a certain Trafalgar Law being one of them.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn, swearing, the occasional OP spoiler.

A/N: So this chapter was actually not supposed to happen, but I was writing the next part and felt like I hadn't shown enough of their dynamic. Hence why it's not a very good chapter, and is a short chapter. But oh well :⁠-⁠P, I hope y'all like it.

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After your little argument with Law that night, the tension between the two of you had only thickened. The bickering never stopped.

"I think we should dock at the village harbour. We can get our supplies and leave."

"No, we could get caught. Hiding the ship in a cave and then going to get supplies is a better option."

"Tra, (Y/N)-chan, we just need to get some milk. I can go by myself," Sanji had tried to interject, but neither of you paid him any attention.

"A cave would be all the way on the other side of the island, and not everyone has magical teleportation powers. If we tire out we could still get caught."

"They're not magical teleportation powers, and I can teleport everyone to and from the ship."

"So you do admit that you can magically teleport people."

Law had gritted his teeth and chosen to walk away from the argument, and you had taken that as your sign of victory. Unlike your previous squabble which had been about who knows what, you had won this one - by being petty, but a win was a win.

Nevertheless, despite your constant disagreements, everyone else onboard the Sunny didn't seem to give it much thought, finding your quarreling amusing. Even right now, Luffy, Usopp and Chopper sat patiently on the deck which you were cleaning, their eyes shifting from you to Law, who was leant against the railing of the ship watching you carefully. They were so sure an argument was on the verge of breaking out.

"What?"

There it was.

"It's starting," Luffy grinned, nudging Usopp who had almost given up on a dispute between the two of you.

"You're cleaning the wrong way," Law pointed out and you let out an exasperated sigh as you stopped your task of mopping the floor.

"There's a right way to clean?"

"You need to sweep before you mop the floor," he says as if it's the most obvious fact.

"That's a waste of time. This way I can get the job done quickly and move on to something else." You think you've won yet another argument, and you smile to yourself triumphantly.

"It's going to leave streaks."

You roll your eyes and scowl at Law before going back to mopping, a little more agression in your actions now, "Nobody cares if there are streaks."

"You missed a spot," he states even before you can complete your sentence.

You clench your fists, biting down on your lip to contain the surge of anger that's rushing through you. You swear you can hear Usopp and Chopper let out gasps at Law's remark, mumbling among themselves that you were not going to let that go, which you weren't.

"Fine!" you snap, unable to hold back on your frustration any longer, "If you're so good at it, then you clean!" you say, thrusting the mop into Law's hands before you storm off to the kitchen.

"Hmph, that's all?" Luffy frowns, uninterested in the conversation now that you had walked off, earning him a smack on the head from Usopp.

"Stupid Law, he thinks he's so smart," you grumble to yourself, slamming open the door to the kitchen. As you enter you find Sanji by the stove and Robin seated at the dining table reading a book, and you let out a sigh as you take a seat next to her.

"Everything okay (Y/N)?" Robin asks, placing her book down to look at you, your head now resting on the table.

"Yes, just Law being annoying," you mumble and Robin chuckles, also one to find humour in your bickering.

"That idiot Trafalgar, always causing problems for (Y/N)-chan," Sanji complains as he lights a cigarette, "I should go beat him up."

"It's okay Sanji. But, can I help you cook?" you ask, finding that working in the kitchen with Sanji always helped you calm down, and clear your mind of any bothersome thoughts.

"Of course (Y/N)-chan!" he answers, all too delighted as you take the place beside him, looking around to see what was left to be done.

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The aroma of the now cooked meal draws the rest of the crew, the samurai and Law into the kitchen, and you take the seat furthest from Law; you didn't want to give him a chance to nitpick on you a second time that day. However, Law seemed to have other things on his mind now.

"When we reach Dressrosa we'll have to split up," he says as he pokes at his food, and the table quiets down.

"What do you mean split up?" Luffy asks, as he continues to stuff food into his already filled mouth.

"We can't all go in together, it'll attract too much attention, and knowing Doflamingo it's not going to be as simple as just handing over Caesar. So, we'll split into three groups. The first group will stay onboard and guard the ship. The second group will go into Dressrosa and look for the S.A.D factory, and the third group will go to Green Bit where we will handover Caesar," Law explains, and you mull over his words. Staying on the ship was the safest option for you, but if what Law said was true, and he was in fact planning on taking down Doflamingo, you would have to go with him to make sure he didn't do anything too reckless.

"How are we splitting up?" Zoro asks.

"I'll either look for the S.A.D factory or go to Green Bit," you immediately say, not looking up from your plate.

"No, you should stay on the ship," Law responds, already sounding annoyed.

You lift your gaze to meet Law's, and once again you can feel everyone look from you to him, waiting expectantly for your response.

"I'm not staying on the ship. If Doflamingo does try to lay a sudden attack on us while we're in Dressrosa, we'll need to recover from it as quickly as possible. The Sunny can at least leave the harbour before anyone sustains any serious damages."

Law clenches his jaw, not pleased with your assertion, but he knows you've made a fair point.

"Fine, but if you're coming, you're coming with me. Just don't get in my way."

Your lips turn upward into a smug smile, another round won by me, but you roll your eyes at Law's remark, "As long as you don't whine about everything I do, that shouldn't be a problem."

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A/N: I hope it wasn't too bad ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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Hidden Gaze

Prompt: Soulmate AU where one of your eyes is the same color as your soulmate’s. Pairing: Kyōjurō x Gn!Upper Moon!Reader Part: 1, 2, 3 (coming soon)

“Congratulations on your healthy baby boy!”

The midwife beamed as she placed the crying newborn into Ruka’s waiting arms. She gently cradled her son and despite being clearly exhausted from having just given birth, her eyes shone brightly with pure, unadulterated love and joy as she gazed down at him. Shinjurō, whom had been kneeling by her side during the entire ordeal, now softly wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders.

“He’s ours...” He murmured, looking at their son with a mixture of pride and awe.

Ruka smiled, leaning down to place a light kiss on her firstborn’s forehead. “Welcome to the world, Kyōjurō.”

Perhaps her actions helped to calm him, as his crying began to subside. His eyes, which had been squinted shut up until that point, began to open.

It should have been another heartwarming occasion for the parents to witness their son’s first look at the world, but what Ruka and Shinjuro saw when his eyes fully opened sent chills down their spines.

Now, it was obvious to anybody who looked at Kyōjurō that, even as a baby, he completely resembled his father. He had a head full of bright yellow hair and forked black eyebrows that even slanted downwards, just like Shinjurō's. So naturally, his eyes would be just like his father’s, right?

It was. Well, sort of. His right eye was a brilliant gold and red, as it should be. His left eye, on the other hand… The iris was a vibrant hue of [color], which, in itself would have been no problem since something called heterochromia existed. No, the problem lay in the fact that the kanji for Upper Moon was etched into that eye.

The warm, loving atmosphere that once filled the room had all but vanished now as Ruka and Shinjurō stared down at their son in horror. Noticing the change in the air, the midwife stopped whatever she had been doing and began heading over to them in concern. “Is something wrong?” She asked, hands reaching out to take the infant.

Shinjurō immediately blocked her, turning his shaken gaze onto her now. “Please leave the room.” It was a simple request, but his tone left no room for argument.

The midwife hesitated for a long moment before slowly nodding. “Very well. I shall be right outside if you need me.”

He watched her leave, making sure she properly shut the door behind her before instantly focusing back on his wife and child.

“His soulmate-“ Ruka stopped, unable to bring herself to finish her sentence.

“…I know.” His grip on her shoulder tightened as he stared into his child’s mismatched eyes. “He’ll have to hide that eye until he meets them.”

Fate must have been playing a cruel trick on them. A baby, born into a family of Flame Hashiras and destined to become a Flame Hashira himself in the future, having an Upper Moon demon as a soulmate. Shinjurō could only imagine the kinds of accusations that would be thrown at Kyōjurō if anybody saw his eye.

Traitor. Demon spy. A fake Hashira.

And as horrible as this was, they both knew; there was nothing they could do to change their son’s soulmate bond.

A single tear rolled down Ruka’s cheek as she felt for her son, knowing the hardships that lay ahead of him. Not only would he have to hide his eye from his peers, but he would also have to one day face his soulmate, a creature that was supposed to humanity’s sworn enemy and someone he was meant to kill.

Shinjurō pressed his face into his wife’s hair, unable to bear looking at their child any longer. “Everything will be alright.” He whispered in reassurance, though it instead sounded as if he were trying to convince himself.

Kyōjurō, blissfully unaware of his parents’ distress, let out a soft coo as he snuggled up against Ruka.

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Seven centuries.

You had been alive for over seven centuries. That was a long time to stay alive for. And during all those years, not once had there ever been an indication that you had a soulmate somewhere out in the vast world. So why was it that after a whole seven centuries, your soulmate suddenly popped into existence??

It had been like any normal night for you: eating people, hunting down demon slayers, and looking for any clues about the blue spider lily. It’d been completely normal up until the point when you happened to catch a glimpse of your reflection and saw that your left eye had become a completely different color. No, we’re not talking about the ‘getting a bit red because your eyes are strained’ kind of different color. It went from being [color] to suddenly being two shades of red and gold.

But the most important thing was, your eye no longer had the Upper Moon kanji in them. The very thing that had been bestowed upon you by Muzan was now gone.

You panicked. You knew what had happened and spent the entire week trying to think of ways to regain your left eye back. Nothing you tried work, obviously.

Why now? Why had your soulmate decided to show up after seven centuries?? You had been perfectly content working under Muzan as an Upper Moon before they decided to be born. Well, if there was one thing you were grateful for, it’d be the fact that you still had your other eye which showed your rank. Better to be known as Rank Three, rather than to be just as a Upper Moon.

You absolutely dreaded the next time you would have to face Muzan. This rarely happened to a demon, but the last time it did – and that demon happened to be a Lower Moon – Muzan killed them. Maybe he had been in a bad mood or maybe he simply didn’t like the concept of soulmates. Well, whatever the reason was, you just prayed that the same fate wouldn’t befall you.

Thankfully, when Muzan finally saw you with your ‘new’ eye, he didn’t behead you. Yay for that! He simply gave it a disdainful look before addressing other matters. Somehow though, that disdain of his bothered you a lot more than the thought of getting killed.

After all, you were Upper Moon Three for a reason. You were powerful and dutifully carried out everything he asked of you. When you did well, he praised you. So naturally, you did your best to always meet his expectations and more. For him to show contempt towards you for something you couldn’t even control was simply unbearable. You wanted to be praised again. You had to please your master.

Following that incident, you tried your best to track down your soulmate. Once the two of you met, both of your eyes would go back to the way they originally looked. Then, you’d kill them for putting you through such a thing. You prided yourself in being a demon and demons didn’t need soulmates. Demons were perfect creatures all on their own.

Yet, even after two decades had passed, you hadn’t been able to find your soulmate. But over the course of the years, you’d learn to grow fond of your soulmate’s eye. At first, it had been a source of shame for you. An Upper Moon without their proper title? Preposterous! However, the more you had looked at it, the more you began to realize how beautiful it was. The vivid gold that wrapped around the red reminded you of a flame. A warm and inviting flame.

At some point, you realized that you’d actually begun to look forward to meeting your soulmate. What were they like? Perhaps they’d be cheerful and affectionate. Or perhaps they would be more on the mellow side. Well, whatever they were like, you were certain that they couldn’t be anybody bad. After all, such a gentle looking eye could only belong to somebody with a noble soul – somebody unlike you, whom had killed a countless number of people to get to where you were now.

Did your soulmate wonder about you, too? Did they like your eye, or were they repulsed by it? Were they even aware of the meaning behind the kanji etched into them?

You let out a despondent sigh, only to look up at your surrounds with a start. Oh, you’d gotten so absorbed in your thoughts that you failed to notice where you were going. Heaving another sigh, this time one of annoyance, you glanced at the buildings around you.

Having taken on your human form, you were currently in the heart of a bustling city, looking for somebody to prey on. However, it was taking you longer than usual as you were feeling rather picky tonight.

Maybe you would try another street – see if there was someone suitable there. Weaving through the crowd of people, you made your way to the edge of the street and towards an alleyway, planning to take a shortcut through it. But before you could enter the alley, a flash of orange caught your attention from the corner of your eye. You turned to look and saw a man with hair the color of fire walking past. Under the white and yellow haori he wore, you were able to catch a glimpse of a Demon Slayer uniform.

He was clearly a demon slayer, so why did you feel the need to stop him before he disappeared into the crowd? You hadn’t been in a fighting mood when the night began and certainly weren’t right now. But something about him seemed to be calling to you, begging you to reach out before it was too late.

So that’s exactly what you did. Before you had any time to process what you were doing, you had grabbed onto the back of his haori.

“Wait!” The words left your lips in a desperate plea.

The man stiffened upon hearing your voice and when he turned around, his hand was on the hilt of his katana. Except, you didn’t see it. All you saw was his eye and those exact same colors you’d seen numerous times in your own reflection. His left eye was covered by an eyepatch, but you knew exactly what was hidden behind it.

As you looked at him, warmth spread throughout you and suddenly it was like the piece to your heart that you didn’t even know had been missing, had been fitted in at last. From the way he stared back at you with widened eyes, hand dropping away from his weapon, you could tell he felt it too. And in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you there, the busy street fading out into nothing more than a dull buzz.

You didn't know how long the two of you were standing there and gazing at each other, but you were the first to break out of your stupor. Though you weren’t sure how to feel about him being a demon slayer, the one thing you were sure about was that you no longer held the desire to kill him. Instead, you wanted to get to know him, to bond with him, to fall in love, and to spend eternity with him.

Tentatively, you smiled at him.

“Hi there, soulmate.”

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